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“and that will teach you to be good”

George…..why is that kinda

#I don’t wanna live twt here Bc it’s for writing but bruh 😖 #mcyt #georgenotfound

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╰ ☆ ╮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 - annoying coincidence ✰⋆

1.3k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

cw: /pos mother/child relationship (?)

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴

You squinted your eyes shut, arm draped over your face trying to block the sunlight. stupid fucking summer. it was hot...dreadfully hot. it had to be one of the warmest summers yet, and your mother forcing you to go to the beach wasn't much help either. you hated it. there is sand everywhere, girls and guys to be insecure around, and screaming children, and on top of all that, it was fucking hot.

"hun, can you grab me a water out of the bag?" your mom asked kindly, gesturing to the cooler bag that sat next to you.

nodding gently, you reached over into the bag.

"watch out!"

what. the actual. fuck.

you shut your eyes tightly, scared to open them. if you moved there would be sand in your eyes. you could hear your mother yelling, and the sounds of young boys apologizing. all you could really focus on was the pain of the sandy soccer ball hitting you in the face, and a frantic voice louder than the rest,

"Shit. shit. shit. fuck I am so sorry. Genuinely I am."

Wiping away as much sand as you could from your face, you managed to open your eyes to a tall fluffy-haired boy, worry spread across his whole face. He seemed genuinely sorry, but to say you still wanted to throw the ball back at his face was an understatement. Grabbing the ball out of your lap, you handed it to the boy.

"It's fine. Here."

He grabbed it cautiously, his blue eyes looking at you intensely with dread.

"Are you sure? I can buy you some...uh... ice cream or something to make up for it. Genuinely I am really sorry."

Sweet of him, but no. If you had to keep talking to him you might deck him straight in his jaw.

"No seriously. It's fine. I needed an excuse to leave the beach anyways."

His face flushed red with embarrassment.

Okay...apparently someone can't take a joke when they're panicked.

"Well no! I didn't mean to ruin-"

A taller gentleman with brown hair placed his hand on the smaller one's shoulder.

"Tommy, let it go, man."

"But Will-"

The older man looked you in the eyes, making you feel small. He was insanely handsome, the kind of guy you'd see in a coffee shop.

"Sorry for him being a bother. Have a good rest of your day love."

And off they went, the blonde one rambling and the brunette shoving him along.

You looked over at your mom, and she looked at you.

Silence.

You both cracked a smile and started to laugh harder than you ever had.

"Come on hun. Let's pack up for the day." She said closing her book shut.

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You pushed the classroom door open, making sure to hold it for the next person behind you before making your way down the hall. Your head was pounding, and the lovely bruise on your forehead didn't help.

You made your way to your locker and groaned, placing your bag on the floor. Of course, you had the bottom locker. It was such a pain in the ass.

After making sense of the puzzle of the locker combination, you opened the door. Pulling out the binders you needed for the rest of your day, and putting away the ones you didn't need.

You leaned back over to your bag, digging through it.

Thud.

You groaned in agony, your side was throbbing. You opened your eyes and looked awkwardly at the blonde hair blue-eyed boy beside you. You went to open your mouth with a smart remark but realized he was way more mangled than you.

"Woah, are you okay?" You asked genuinely, standing up and reaching a hand out to him. Yes, your side was pounding, it felt like you just got kicked in it....which you did.

"Yeah, thanks." He reached out, taking your hand. You both looked at each other and it clicked.

"Oh my god." He said, staring at you.

"What is it up with you and hurting me." You teased him gently, hoping it didn't scare him.

He laughed loudly, a wave of relief washed over you.

"Well this time I got hurt in the process, so I think it was fair."

"No, because I've gotten hurt not once, but twice. You only got hurt once."

"But I was embarrassed both times, so it works out."

You two laughed.

You squatted down to close your locker back up. Grabbing your bag, you slumped it over your shoulder.

"Alright, well watch where you're going." You smile up at the boy and continued your walk back to class.

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"Order for Jack!" You yelled, carrying a tray filled with burgers, fries, and some shakes that were a pain in the ass to make.

You walked around, looking for anybody standing up.

"Order for Jack!" You yelled once more, catching a man's attention.

"Oh right here sorry!" He came up and meet you halfway to his table, grabbing the tray out of your hands.

"Can I get you anything else?" You smiled at him.

"No, everything looks great. Thank you!" He said kindly, making his way back to the table.

You walked back up to the back counter, taking the next ticket out of the window to pack up on the tray. You repeated this same process a hundred times a shift. Put all the food on the tray, screaming people's names, hand it off, and go right back. It's not that it was a hard job, just boring as hell.

And the guest are very rude.

To say you were feeling quite irritable today would be an understatement. After school, your side still was killing you and you had to come to work right after.

So when a middle-aged dad comes in and screams at you for his "fast food" taking a long time, it doesn't really help improve your mood.

You finished plating up the next order, reading the ticket you found the name. Picking up the tray, you turned around to meet a familiar face.

"Oh." He said, shifting awkwardly.

You think you have had it up to here with this kid. Everywhere you turn he is there.

"What." You said coldly, putting the tray down.

"What do you need?"

He cautiously handed you his empty paper cup.

"Um, I just wanted a refill of my coke."

Fuck. He looked like a lost puppy.

"Hey, I'm so-"

"That's a pretty name." He smiled at you, as you took his cup.

"What?" You questioned, pushing the soda dispenser.

"Your name tag. You haven't told me your name yet, it's pretty."

"Well, now I feel like a bitch." You laughed, handing him his soda.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be snippy it's just been a rough day. Your name is Tommy right?"

The boy snapped his lid back onto his cup and shook his head.

"Yeah, or Tom whatever is fine."

You two stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. You decided to look down at the ticket to see whose name you would be calling next and looked up at the boy.

"This is yours." You smiled at him.

"Well, that's a coincidence huh?" He laughed, placing his drink onto the tray.

"Seems like we've had a lot of those recently."

Tommy picked up the tray, beginning to walk away. He stopped in his tracks and walked back up to the counter.

"Did I forget something?" You asked curiously.

"No, everything looks great but um, I don't know if this is weird or not but I'm hanging with some of my friends and I didn't know if maybe after your shift if you wanted to join us?"

You smiled at him, and then checked the clock.

"I get off in an hour and a half. Is that okay?"

"Awesome. Don't worry we won't like, kidnap you or anything."

"I would hope not, you've hurt me enough recently." You teased, causing you to both erupt into a burst of small laughter.

#dsmp fic #tommy fic #tommy fluff #tommy platonic #tommy dsmp fic #tommy x reader #tommy imagine #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit x reader

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do you like friends to lovers because it’s a cute trope or because you’re desperate to be loved by someone who knows you inside out and would show up at your door at 2am in the morning to take you on a road trip while also packing your favorite snack and then kiss you good night as you snuggle up in their arms at some dingy motel while watching bad rom-coms which they hate because the characters doesn’t communicate with each other and communication is the most important thing in your relationship and the trope of rom-com women behaving erratically over an easily resolvable misunderstanding needs to die

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platonic tommy fic coming tomorrow!

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am alive! trying to get college stuff situated. i do have a platonic tommy fic in the works.

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me: i’m not a genuine apologist for any dream smp character. i genuinely love every single character, even the ones against each other, and i think one of the best aspects of the dream smp itself is how we can see and understand almost every character’s perspective despite the vast number and complexity of the conflicts on the server. this includes acknowledging each person’s flaws from their individual perspectives as well. and-

someone: *slightly implies something negative about c!tommy*

me:

#felt #non writing

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╰ ☆ ╮𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 - gb eating gb whilst listening to gb ✰⋆

1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (?)

cw: slight derealization (?), alcohol, obsessive nature (?)

summary: for some reason wilbur can't shake the thought of that girl he met in his office building...

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫/𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞: 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 ‘𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳/𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧’.

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She was enthusiastic beyond belief, her smile and laughter filling the room. He had always admired how even in a busy room; she was the center of attention. His admiration for her, it blurred the lines between what he wants, and what he needs. His sense of reality, and fiction. The smell of alcohol and sweat in the cramped house, that was real. But the subtle eye contact from across the room between them…was it real? Or was he just another false sense of reality?

Calm down.

He took a small sip of his drink, the taste of alcohol remaining upon his lips. Though, he could not help to half listen to David, whilst still making subtle glances across the room. She was there…you were there dancing, enjoying yourself with your pals. To say he was jealous was an understatement.

God, fuck.

He squinted his eyes tightly, snapping out of it. He did not know you and you did not know him. Those thoughts and urges should not even be a factor. He did not own you, hell he didn’t even have the confidence to smile at you.

His heart, it was pounding out of his chest.

Calm down.

He glanced up one more time to you.

“Don’t let her see.”

His thoughts intruded his brain. He felt his face become red, not knowing if it was because he was angry at himself for his own intrusive thoughts, or if it was just pure butterflies. He chugged the down the rest of his drink, slowly feeling the pit in his stomach disappear.

“Will, you alright?” David questioned, placing a hand upon Wilbur’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah just forgot to control my breathing.” Wilbur trailed off, half joking.

The interesting thing about this was that you guys have spoken before. Though it was a small interaction, it was something. Normally he was quite an extroverted guy, but for some reason he couldn’t get a grip around you.

A couple of weeks back, he was packing up his office for the final time. Of course, he would get himself kicked out for roleplaying Minecraft on the internet. Just a typical day, am I right? With one final sweep across the room, he turned off the light and left the office building leaving the key in the door lock.

The elevator ride down was silent till he hit the fourth floor. The door opened and there you were. Coffee in one hand and a book bag slugged over your shoulder. You looked up at the tall man, intimidated by someone of his height, but you gave him a friendly smile and walked into the elevator.

Pulling out your phone, you scrolled aimlessly. Same stupid pictures of the same stupid people you could give less of a shit about. However, you couldn’t shake the presence of the man in the small area with you. He was insanely attractive from what you could see, and his height…how could someone be that tall? You choose to ignore the thoughts running around your head, knowing the chances of seeing this man again would be close to none.

Wilbur on the other hand, well of course his curiosity got the best of him. He examined your bag, seeing a multitude of pins on it. He could recognize some of the bands on the pins, but the one the stuck out to him in particular was one that had a name of the college around town.

“God, I really am a freak” he thought.

The elevator chimed; the doors opened. You stepped out, but then remembered the man in the elevator. Turning your head over your shoulder you saw him also stepping out.

“Looks like we’re going to the same place.” You smiled to him. You could notice you caught him off guard, especially by the way his eyes widened and the hint of red flushing his cheeks.

“Yeah seems to be it.”

There wasn’t much to the conversation as you two walked out of the building, though Wilbur did mention that this would be his last time in this office building. It saddened you that you’d probably never see this beautiful man again, but that’s life. You two said your goodbyes. As you walked the opposite direction down the street, you felt a pair of eyes burning into your back. Knowing full heartly who it was, you didn’t turn around but instead continued onto your path.

If you ever thought you’d seen an overthinker before, you have yet to meet Will. His whole walk home all he could think about was that girl in the elevator. The pins. Some of those bands were the ones he enjoyed, like Crywank. She also had a shit ton of political pins also, something he’d be willing to have a conversation about. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way she dressed, the way she carried herself-

“I’ve built her up too much.” He mumbled to himself.

Walking up the steps of his flat, he unlocked the door and shut it quickly behind him. He made his way along the home, putting things away in their respective places.

He really considered for a moment going back to the offices. Maybe he would see you, and he could tell you what’s really on his mind. No, in that case he would go and scare you away.

Calm down.

His heart was beating, it was him getting in his own head. He highly doubted you even thought about your short interaction that much.

David shoved Will’s shoulder once again.

“Hey, Will what is up with you? I’ve been talking you seem distracted.”

“Sorry.”

David looked over to what grabbed Will’s attention, seeing the girl chatting away.

“Oh, is that the girl from the office?”

“What? No.”

David chuckled, walking away he gave Will a slap on the back.

“Just go talk to her.”

And in a moment, Will was alone with nothing but an empty solo cup.

These people you “meet” seemed optimistic and sweet, but god did they fucking reek of alcohol. To an outsider, it seems as if the world was at your feet. You were talking, that is for sure. Now did you have any idea what these random people were saying to you? Hell no. You did not even know these people or knew what you were doing here. You were just good at faking it till you made it.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching you.

A gentle touch on your shoulder woke you up out of your mini hell. Turning around you were faced with a chest, oh. You trailed your eyes up, and to your surprise it was the man from the offices. His face was flushed red, probably from the alcohol. He stood there awkwardly, but for some reason it didn’t make you uncomfortable, it was cute actually.

“Hi?” You said questionably, hoping for a response for the very obviously tipsy man.

“Hi. Um-I’d like to take you on a date please.”

Your heart melted, you wanted to laugh. Not in a mocking way, but it was just sweet and kind of funny.

“Yeah? I’d think I’d enjoy that.”

#wilbur fic #wilbur soot fic #wilbur fluff #wilbur angst #wilbur oneshot #mcyt fic #mcyt fluff #mcyt angst #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine

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Okay but the theory that C!Wilbur doesn’t even need stone, he’s just trying to keep C!Tommy busy and out of the way is fucking destroying me rn.

Because this kids going so fucking hard, spending literal hours mining out a huge crater to get stacks on stacks of STONE.

Just because Wilbur implied he couldn’t if he tried. Just for a chance at having Wilbur be impressed with his dedication, a chance at being praised by an adult he looks up to.

But now imagine he rolls up to Wilbur to hand over the inane amount he’s collected and Wilbur just.

Laughs in his face. Because he didn’t expect Tommy to be so invested in doing something so pathetic and ultimately worthless to him.

Or doesn’t even know why he’s giving him the stone. Because he forgot that that was the half assed excuse he gave Tommy to get the kid off his back.

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it’s the way I see wilbur smut on this sight even tho he’s specifically said no to it.

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╰ ☆ ╮𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 - eggs and toast ✰⋆

1.3k w𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶...𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵

I woke up screaming, feeling myself fall off the couch and onto the hard floor. I groaned in agony, rubbing my poor shoulder in pain. Tommy’s cackle boomed through the room. Fucking asshole. Fluttering my eyes open, I saw a grinning boy pushing his fluffy blonde hair out of his face. I shut my eyes quickly.

“You’re ugly get out of my face.” I say harshly, placing my arms beside me in order to push myself up off the floor. Tommy stood up straight, or as straight as he could still chuckling.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the couch, or should I say floor.” He clenched his teeth, trying to watch my reaction before he laughed.

Finally getting myself off the floor, I sat myself down onto the couch. I placed my pounding head into my hands, swearing under my breath. Fucking idiot child. I can’t stand him sometimes.

“What the hell do you want and is it important enough for you to push me off the couch?”

“Hey! I didn’t push you, you pushed yourself all I did was shake your arm.” He said, walking his lanky self over to the couch and sitting down next to me. I could sense his grinning, as if he was trying to stifle his laughter.

“Anyways, unlike you I’m considerate and thought we could cook breakfast or something as a thank you?’

Removing my hands from my head, I turned and looked at Tommy. He is such an interesting guy. Sometimes he’s screaming and swearing at you, and other days he gets like this, caring and compassionate. He really is a sweetheart, even if he got on my nerve’s majority of the time.

“Did you buy anything to make?”

“Oh uh…well uh- “

“So, no?” I smiled; he had the spirt not the execution.

“Well hell, I can’t be perfect. Someone’s got to come up with the ideas around here.” He said jokingly.

I laughed, standing up from the couch.

“Come one child. Im sure they have eggs and toast or something.”

Making our way to the kitchen, we noticed how bare bones it really was. There weren’t many kitchen appliances on the counters or even utensils. I sighed, I guess that is what happens when only men live in a house, but I would think maybe one of the men in this house would be smart enough to have something. At least there was a toaster on the counter, a package of bread next to it.

Tommy opened the fridge and made a face.

“What? What is it?” I say curiously, dipping under Tommy’s arm to see what was in the fridge.

“Oh you got to be kidding me.”

In the fridge there was a carton of eggs, diet coke, and a couple of oranges. Tommy and I looked at each other, back at the fridge, and back at each other shaking our heads.

I reached in and grabbed the carton of eggs, along side the oranges. Telling Tommy to shut the door I laid the food onto the counter. I braced myself opening the egg carton, sighing in relief. Eight eggs. Two for me, Two for Tommy, Two for Will and Two for David. I turned my head over, to see Tommy opening the bag of bread.

“Make sure to make eight pieces.” You reminded him.

“I know how to count woman. I should be ordering you around, this was my idea after all.”

“You don’t even know how to cook.”

“I so do.” He scoffed, walking over me to pull my hair. I swatted his hand away, making a face.

“We’ll see how well you do with the toast.” I shunned him away back to his counter. Opening the cabinet under the stove I saw a few pans and pots. I must give them credit; more than I thought they would have. I pulled out a medium sized pan and placed it on the stove top. I walked around opening all the upper cabinets till I found cooking spray, closing the cabinet.

“Jesus Christ lady! Are you trying to wake them up? Tommy scolded, plopping down the first set of toast.

“Trust me your obnoxious laughter would have woke them up.”

I spray the pan down, turning the burner on. It was the kind of burner that had spiral coils, not a flat top. I decided to make the eggs over medium since we were having toast. I cracked two eggs into the pan, being careful to not break the yok. I looked through the drawers to find a spatula, which luckily I did. I made my attention over to the oranges, pealing the skin while watching the eggs. I heard the toaster pop.

Tommy pulled down some plates from above and place the toast on them smiling.

“I am so fucking cool look at me go!”

I peered over and laughed.

“Tommy they look almost burnt.”

“They so aren’t.”

“Look at them! What do you mean they aren’t?’

“You’re just jealous that I’m Wilbur’s favorite.”

I rolled my eyes, watching him put down the last of the toast. I placed the oranges down, putting my full attention back onto the eggs and flipping them over. I sniffed the air. Weird.

“Tommy do you smell that?” I question.

“Funny joke.” He said in a monotone voice.

“No I’m serious I swear something sm-“

The smoke alarms blared rapidly, making you cover your ears. Tommy looks around frantically and looks down at the toast. It wasn’t burning. I looked down at the eggs, they were fine also.

What the fuck.

Wilburs bedroom door opened, he walked out looking at us. His hair was a mess, and you could see the sleep on his face.

“What the hell are you guys fucking doing!?”

Once he realized what was happening, he speed walked into the kitchen and grabbed a towel.

“Turn off the burner y/n.” He scolded, making me feel weak. He was always super kind, so I didn’t take it personal, but Wilbur yelling was scary. I reached over, pulling the pan off the burner and turned it off. Wilbur waved the rag in front of the smoke alarm, trying to make it stop.

Finally, it did.

Tommy stood beside me as Wilbur glared us down. Tommy raised and pointed his arm at me.

“Hey, it was her idea.”

My mouth gaped open. I grabbed Tommy’s ear, and pulled him down to my level, noises of pain leaving his mouth.

“Owe! Fuck y/n stop it!!!” He whined.

“Stop being a bitch boy.” I retorted.

Wilbur placed the towel down on the counter, walking into the kitchen. He noticed the toast, and the eggs. He smiled.

“Let the child go.”

I released Tommy, giving him one good smack.

“We’re you guys cooking breakfast.”

“Yeah, it was Tommy’s idea, as a thank you for letting us visit and stay in your home.”

Wilbur’s expression became soft, his cheeks red and a pout arose on his lips.

“You guys didn’t have to do that. You know you’re welcomed here anytime.”

“Thanks, Will.” I smiled brightly.

I looked at the burner.

“What do you think caused the alarms to go off? Nothing was burning.” I questioned. Wilbur walked over towards me, looking at the burner as well. I heard him click his tongue.

“It’s because the burner was dirty on the inside.”

“Huh?”

“The burner. Since its one of those spiral ones food gets in it a lot. When you turn the burner on if the food is still there it starts to burn.” Wilbur pointed out, showing me the food crumbs that were black now.

“Nice going idiot and you said I couldn’t cook.” Tommy said proudly. I glared at him.

“Wilbur please let me hit him.”

“Not if I don’t get to hit him first.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #wilbur fluff #tommy fluff #mcyt imagine #wilbur imagine #tommy imagine #wilbur x reader #tommy x reader #dream smp fluff

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and. again i'd like to reiterate that its so fucking clear that people who decide to cancel techno under the guise of him being "antisemitic" DO NOT care about jews in the slightest. i do not actually give a fuck about some minecraft guy tweeting "is hitler a lesbian?"

an orthodox jewish family of three got slashed with a knife in nyc while visiting from belgium during passover. france is banning kosher slaughter in june. antisemitic hatecrimes are on the rise. i do not give a FUCK about performative twitter "expose" threads. stop exploiting our pain just so you can ruin someone's week.

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Also to add onto my previous post, nothing wrong with minors interacting with nsfw shit 

(bc i know i sure as hell did it when i was younger and it’d be hypocrytical of me to say to not interact with any nsfw) 

but if an adult says for minors to not interact with their posts maybe just don’t interact with them, there is plently of nsfw blogs that are chill with minors interacting but i’m not one of em!! 

If you have “minor” in your bio, you will be blocked, not tryna seem mean it just feels weird providing nsfw content to minors 

#this!! #i wish that there were more blogs when i was underage who enforeced this #pls pls pls i know this blog is turning out to be mainly cute concepts but if/when i post smut i just...pls do not repost it comment or any

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╰ ☆ ╮𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 - discord au ✰⋆

1.2k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮." // "𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳."

𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘: 5/5 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 || 𝘺/𝘯 & 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱

I plopped my bag on my unmade and definitely in need of a wash bedsheets. I looked down on it, scrunching my nose seeing blemish marks upon my white sheets. Don’t ask me what it is, maybe dirt? Marker? Maybe the last drops of a monster energy drink that I chucked across my room into the garbage can. I’m not too sure what exactly it is to be quite honest. I’ve been so busy and tired, and the state of my bedroom defiantly showed it. University is hard, especially when it isn’t your only responsibility. With all the homework, my job and trying to keep my long-distance relationship above water it is especially hard.

But for once, the world was on my side. It was the weekend, I didnt have work and nothing due soon for school. I could get a rest, fucking finally. I walked my self over to my desk, and sat down in the chair. Unlike George and his streamer friends with these super expensive duel monitor and pc set up bullshit, I just had my laptop, and fuck Dream for making fun of me for it. I unfolded it, pressing the power on button. I watched as it slowly booted up.

Okay, maybe Dream is right but still fuck him.

I refuse to give that man the satisfaction of saying "I told you so." After waiting for a few to let it boot up all the way, I clicked through onto discord.

sex havers and y/n.

fucking idiots, all five of them.

looking over to the voice channels i saw them all in vc 2. I pondered, and questioned if I was mentally stable enough to listen to karl and quackity scream into my ear. I knew the answer was no but...oh, my finger slipped.

"y/n!" karl yelped with excitement. I felt a second wind rip through my body. that was the effect these boys had on you, if you think you're tired you're actually not.

"hi george." i said brightly, knowing it would offend karl greatly.

"hi hun." he said shortly, taking me off guard. i could hear him slamming on his keyboard.

"what are you playing?" i asked, going to click on his discord profile to find out.

"phasmaphobia, come save me from karl. he's been screaming the whole time in the lobby."

"hell no babe, you're on your own im sorry."

"for once, i agree with them." dream chimed in, making me roll my eyes and make a fake gagging noise at him.

dream has one of the kindest hearts i know of. we just fucked around with each other, but we could never seriously hate each other. he was like a brother to me, and no not one of those weird fucked up "i have a crush on my boyfriends best friend" things, but just a genuine great friend.

my thoughts we're interrupted by a loud scream from sapnap, and quackity and karl yelling run. I winced, smashing the volume down button on my laptop.

"alright nope! no no im done! i am closing the game." george said frantically, you laughed as you watched his discord status change.

"awe did the ghostie boy scare you?" i tease gently, testing the waters. with george sometimes, i could never tell when the teasing would be too much.

before he could anwser, i saw karls face appear on my computer screen making me giggle. he had the camera zoomed all the way into his face, staring dead into the camera.

"george..." he growled lowly, making you laugh.

"yes karl?" george asked innocently.

"SCREW YOU!"

the whole call bursted into laughter, i watched my screen go from only karl to karl and quackity.

oh dear god...

anytime alex has his camera on we knew we were in for it.

i watched quackity as he grabbed a stuffed pillow from behind him, and a pair of scissors off his desk.

"george listen- listen to me. this pillow-" he waved it in front of the camera.

"this is you. now this is a pair of scissors." he proceeded to wave them in front of the camera also.

"now george, i want you to turn your camera on for me."

george groaned in protest.

"why-"

"SHUT UP AND DO IT!" quackity yelled, i whined at him to shut the hell up.

I watched the screen grow again into three cameras on, butterflies filling my stomach as I saw george's smile. sometimes it just feels so surreal to me, how he gave me the time of the day really. when I first meet him he didn't seem like the type to date anyone, and if he did he would have been the type to forget he was dating someone and not answer for days.

yet he proved me wrong.

being with george has been one of the best relationships i've been in. he was kind and caring, and yeah he had a hard times being comforting but he showed his compassion in other ways. whether it be a meme he made himself to make me laugh, or a something as small as sending me a cat video link.

"y/n! turn on your camera." sapnap demanded, making you frown your brows.

"what! why? since when did you have yours on sap?"

"well if you weren't day dreaming ab mr gog mister over here you would have saw me put it on."

I rolled your eyes. I scanned my bedroom and made a face. It is a fucking mess in here.

"okay but dream doesn't have his on." i point out, knowing that wasn't going to help me.

"yeah thats because its dream." karl retorted.

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

"turn it on."

The four of them stared to chant, as dream laughed in the background.

"I fucking hate you guys." I groaned, hitting the camera button on discord.

Quackity placed the bear and scissors down, standing up out of his seat to lean closer to the computer screen.

"holy shit y/n! did a hurricane come through your room or something?" he laughed, half jokingly.

the boys knew they couldn't genuinely say shit, after all they are boys.

"oh fuck off. i would love to see your bedroom."

"i guess this makes me the organized one in the relationship." george says proudly, gleaming with joy.

the boys and i laughed at him, watching his mouth slowly open wide and a look of disbelief spreading across his face.

"what! why are you laughing?"

"george, you and i both know you are the least organized person in the world." dream told him.

i giggled watching georges reactions to their comments. his mannerisms were apart of his humor, the hand gestures and the facial expressions.

"no okay no guys please. listen-"

"guys pleaseeee" sapnap whinned mockingly, sending us all into laughter.

"screw off! babe tell them how organized i am!" he yelled through a laugh.

my eyes widened, fuck. you tried quickly to think of a lie to make him look stupid but good at the same time.

"last night he ate his fruit loops by color." i said, nodding trying to sell it.

"HES FUCKING COLOR BLIND YOU LIAR!" dream yelled loudly.

i covered my mouth from laughing so hard. holy shit. thank god i dont have anything to do tomorrow its going to be a long night.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fic #george x reader #georgenotfound x reader #geroge fanfic #george fluff #george imagines #george x y/n #mcyt fluff #mcyt imagine #feral boys fanfic

[mellohidisc]

just heard wilbur say "now say you're my slut" and i think thats enough internet for me today.

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this fandom has gotta stop with the weird trend of digging into old shit to find something to be mad about and then crying about it like they didn’t intentionally go looking for it. seek help actually

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꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 ✩₊˚

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#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #fic rec #fanfic recommendation

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╰ ☆ ╮ 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 - window climber ✰⋆

1.1k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "���𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." // "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘺."

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: quackity x reader, waitress!yn

the light from the streetlamps leaked into the diner, casting a stream of light over one of the booths, dust floating in it just visible enough to see from where you were sitting. its not any high-class establishment of course, but you couldn't deny the tip money from those misogynistic old men wasn't good sometimes. you sighed in relief, placing down the last set of silverware you had to roll and slumped down, sinking into the booth. you threw your head back onto the seat, shutting your eyes tightly.

you've been at work since 8am and it was now midnight, every bone in your body ached. usually your shifts were normal, around six or maybe eight hours but never this long. you couldn't blame your managers, you guys were shorthanded and you were the only one with enough free time to do it but damn were you exhausted. you gathered the will to get up out of the booth and to carry the basket of silverware back to the kitchen. you placed it upon the counter and felt a spark of joy light up inside you. you could finally go home. you grabbed your keys and sweater, pulling it over yourself and headed towards the restaurant doors turning off all the lights on your way out. walking out, you made sure to lock up the doors so your managers would not crucify you.

you shut your car door, rather harshly. you felt the pain in your back ease from sitting down yet again. your phone screen light up brightly in the dark car, and you glanced over at the screen quickly white turning the car key.

[12:10am] alex <3

you smiled at yourself but decided that he could wait till you got home since you were relatively tired and just wanted to be able to lay down in your own bed. you shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. you always loved the aesthetic of driving at night, going fast and blaring music passing each and every streetlamp on your way home. it was comforting, a little escape from the world for only a moment.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

with your phone flashlight in hand, you unlocked the front door of your apartment. placing your sweater onto the rack and your keys alongside it, you walked your way into the kitchen opening the fridge. you grabbed a monster and a bag of carrots, making you scrunch your noise.

"damn, i have to go grocery shopping."

closing the fridge door, you tiredly made your way down the hallway to your bedroom where you say...a light peeking through the bottom of the door. you frowed your brows, "what the fuck?" you began to think. placing your hand on the door handle, you opened the door slowly and was hit with a wave of relief. it was just your computer; you must have not turned it off before you left but you could have sworn you did but honestly at this point the mornings seem to blend. You shut the door with your foot, placed your drink down on your beside table, and proceeded to head to your dresser to pull out a large shirt. You decided that you would just take a shower in the morning, you could not be bothered to stand any longer. Quickly, you change out of your work clothes and into the shirt, and shuffled your self under the bed covers. You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling slightly more awake. It was most definitely because of the placebo effect but you didn’t care, you just wanted to stay awake a little bit longer so you could talk to Alex. You unlocked your phone, immediately heading to messages.

[12:10am] alex <3 : mi princesa, are you off of work yet?

[12:15am] alex <3 : y/n? hellooo

[12:16am] alex <3 : okay well if one of your neighbors call the cops on me im making sure they lock you up first.

You giggled at your phone, shaking your head at his dramatic self. Mi princesa…its silly how a little pet name like that can make your stomach turn. You began to type, but jumped at the noise of something hitting your window. Okay now what the actual fuck?

[12:30am] y/n : okay what the fuck is that you alex?

Thud.

[12:30am] y/n: alex stop fucking around it isn’t funny.

Thud. Thud.

Jesus fucking christ. You pulled the covers off of yourself, stomping heavily over the to your bedroom window, yanking the curtains aside. You get yourself ready to scream and yell, until you see a dimwit with a smiling grin and beanie. All the tension left your body, seeing Alex start to burst into laughter, holding himself up on the railing of the fire escape. Shaking your head, you unlocked the bedroom window, pulling it up enough in order to let Alex climb in.

“Cariña, did I scare you?” He says half sincere, the laughter building up in the back of his throat.

You groaned, closing the window door and locking it once again.

“You have to stop breaking into my house.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you gave me a key.”

You know he’s right, but he’s not allowed to be right.

“Or you could have knocked on the front door like a normal person.” You point out, climbing back into bed facing away from him. You felt the bed dip beside you, and of course you couldn’t help but smile.

“but its more fun to come through the window, its like im in the the cartel or something.”

“how does that even make sense?”

“it just does what do you mean? You mean you super macho boyfriend couldn’t make it in the cartel?”

You scoffed at his remark and shook your head no.

“Whatever you’re just a hater mi amor, come here so I can hold you.” He says softly, placing his hand on your arm. You groan in discomfort.

“God no. I smell gross.”

I could just feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled me down onto my back so he could look at me.

“Do you think I really care?’ he says sternly, laying himself down.

“Now come here please. I’ve missed you.”

You knew there was no fighting it. You shuffled yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other petted your hair, playing with it. He placed a small kiss upon the top of your head.

You could just feel your heart melt.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fic #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity fluff #quackity imagines #quackity x y/n #mcyt fluff #mcyt imagine