#c! dream x you

[nyxonlive]

"spectacular arrangement"

contains c! dream, c! george summary to be quite frank, neither the both of you were informed about the arrangement so imagine the look of surprise when the news finally broke out, without you both knowing. word count 1k+

DREAM

"i'm sorry what?" he managed to cover his reaction - failing miserably as the reporters eyebrows turned to knots. repeating the question again the interviewer asked "how did you meet the love of your life you highness?"

straightening his posture he needed to talk to his mother after the interview. glancing at the reporter he said "we met on a horseback trail when i was going home from a stroll" keeping the answer short and possibly private, he managed to catch a breath when the interviewer moved onto a new topic.

don't get him wrong, he prepared for these type of stuff even if the questions are chosen before the day of the interview. he must've missed reading the question about this arrangement not to mention the sudden change on the look on his face. finishing the interview he snuck out, not letting his guards know he left which his mom is gonna scold him later on.

he stumbled on the forest he always visited since his childhood, the roots have grown but it still feels like yesterday, like he was still the young prince without any pressure on his back. the sudden drip of water as he watch the sky turn to gray as he cursed silently. how was he going to get out of this without informing any followers that itch to get something out of the royal family? cause apparently a prince drenched from the rain is "inappropriate" and "careless"

as the sky turns to the darker hue, he knew he was in trouble. he spots a figure and fights his thoughts about asking the person for help. troubled he had no choice to ask knowing he might risk his life or reputation with this move. "excuse me? do you know the way out? it seems as though im kind of lost" as the figure turned to him; the first thing he spotted is their eyes how it shines even though everything between them was already dark. the person smiled softly as they open their mouth to speak "getting lost here is common but it's your lucky day since i know the way" hesitant he asked "how do i know you're not gonna kidnap me and sell my organs?" they chuckled "well i have no use for your organs sir, im quite content to my finances and organs"

still hesitant he just nods as the rain kept getting stronger he felt himself shivering and they must've saw as they took of their coat and gave it to him surprised he blurted "oh no, please keep it" staring at him, they said "no worries i have thick skin and clothes too it's more better if you took this" he carefully took the coat in their hands and automatically finds comfort in the lavender scent it has. he's still wondering how he was able to trust someone to do this let alone a stranger.

reaching the end they spoke "well here we are i hope you get back home safely" glancing the lanterns he thanked them and they smiled and continued to walk away from him. processing what happened he took of the coat but they smiled and said "keep it. it looks good on you" speechless dream watches as they walk away from him. the blush was obvious from his face as he walks himself towards the castle.

he couldn't sleep if he was going to be honest he still thought about the comfortable feeling he had for a short time he hasn't felt that in years. as he glances at the coat that hangs from his wardrobe, he thought he was lucky to encounter and not someone who has something they want he came into the conclusion that some people want something from everyone but you were different and breath of fresh air. and he liked that, a lot.

as he finds himself seating as his mother said and explained the arrangement he was about to rebuttal when they were interrupted as the doors opened  he saw a familiar face. it's going to be alright he said to himself. it was you.

GEORGE it was his duty he reminded himself but he couldn't take away the feeling that it was forced because it definitely was. pondering, he glances at your direction it was raining it was a setback for them and the horses but you look at the rained as it was peaceful he heard you spoke "you're not quite fond of the rain aren't you? "he was surprised to say the least, but he softly answered "indeed i am, it's a setback for everyone, the hunt, farms." you hummed still staring at him he continued " i take it you like the rainy weather?" you glanced at him, smiling softly "i do" you spoke again "i take it as the sky took too much to bear" george was confused it was evident from his face chuckling you said "i mean it's the sky releasing it's emotion or burden, i like to think the sky as person it has emotions and gorgeous smiles like sunsets and such, and as a person no one should bear that much weight inside. so for me rain is the sky trying to release it's pain and burden." you looked up on him as he said "you are indeed smart" smiling you said "i know i am" he chuckled and he said "do you wanna see the sunset with me tomorrow?" "i would love to. " as the sky  turns to blue into magnificent hues you said "the sky's smiling" not taking his eyes on the sun he says "indeed it is" as you glance at him "it is indeed beautiful"

you continue to stare as he looks at the sun smiling.

"ah you two are getting along, good." his mother says he looks at his mother and said "we are, you picked someone good." his mother smiles and said "i know i did." as they both smiled excited for the future ahead.

an: i might do some of the others as well (if motivation comes thru)

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #dream smp x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dsmp imagine #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dream smp imagines #mcyt imagine #dream x you #c! dream x reader #c! dream x you #george x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x you #georgenotfound x you #george imagine #c! george x you #c! george x reader #moonhillsarchive

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

#in our enclosures!! #video linked as source; which i'm glad to see already has a million views and is trending. That's Right #lackadaisy #WHICH i have been reading since at least '07 when i was thirteen my god b/c this animation is based on the ongoing webcomic #like does its influence show up Directly in some Discrete way i can point to in my art? not very easily probably. And Yet. #the inspiration....i wasn't able to be Regularly Only for at least another year / art done Nonprofessionally Online was novel to me #like wow ppl can make & post fanart of w/e they love huh....didn't know webcomics were a thing & i never really read that many since but. #good god the quality of Lackadaisy at its onset is like this is superb?? this person putting in all their talent and effort??? #and Then you get years & years more art and i don't even know what superlatives to throw out abt its quality as it evolves. obsessed w/it.. #if i see a new lackadaisy comic page i Will be acting out. obviously this animation is a delight & also stunning. and fascinating to also #juxtapose as a Translation / Interpretation of the comic in a different medium & standalone snippet of Story #and that we're not even quite there in the comic timeline; Taking Notes abt character info we get distilledly here....genuinely love like #take it back to '07 i'm like oh boy can't wait for the dream team to assemble. then a decade later when it did? Oh Boy. that is payoff lol #namely hooray for stitches and mudbug at the field office for every passing gangster. killing one marigold associate but not the other #which seems like a promising start to shootouts w/the other dream team triumvirate. i adore that in canon so far mordecai freckle & rocky #have met but only over a nice brunch. re: all intentions anyways. anyways i'm like Gifs Must Be Made while i'm also so riled afresh abt the #comic that i've been sooo hype for for over fifteen yrs now babeyyy Deservedly. i've done a couple of rereads & ought to do another.... #For Interest it'd probably take a few sittings to catch up from the start but there is much to be engaged over....this ongoing story that's #historical fiction prohibition bootlegging cats with plenty of focus on characters & several Mysteries. which i'm better at parsing now lol #like one of the more recent rereads like Oh Of Course x (probably) accidentally killed his y & z took the fall & that's a binding secret... #Not [oh of course] abt the circumstances surrounding a's death & how b & c were involved. nor the ''what's marigold's damage'' mystery #which is great. love to not know things. love that we can readily follow all the emergent drama everyone's wading in nowadays. hell yeah #anyways admire my organized approach to gifs here. four shots each Expressions Atmosphere Action Groupshots #sure might've muddled through gifmaking for this anyways but fr being a huge lackadaisy comic enjoyer for now most of my life helps #and its very Overall Inspiration like. just really getting the [you can really just draw stuff out here] going. fr the art's detail & skill #and that enrichment like i'm gonna have a great time following this. And I Have #you don't expect a crowdfunded indie animation in the mix back then but hell yeah fellas #SIGH ok removing a 4th gif that's broken / not displayed despite reuploading then entirely remaking it. if it's a bug i'll try again later

[happy74827]

A New Moon

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Despite his gut telling him he shouldn’t, Dexter can’t help but fall deeper into the trap of his own emotions. And the more time he spends with you, the more he starts to realize what exactly those emotions are. {GIF Creds: beautifulguycollector}

WC: 2889

Category: Slight Lime/Spice, Friends to Lovers + Forbidden Love (if you squint) Tropes

Gotta keep this fandom alive somehow 🥲 (also… why are titles so hard to write? That and the synopsis are harder to write than the actual fic)

『••✎••』

You were too good for him. Plain and simple. You were a smart, beautiful, hard-working woman who had goals and dreams. He was a cold-blooded killer. Not to say that he hadn't been there for you, though. The two of you had been friends since… well, a while. A long while.

He couldn't quite pinpoint the moment he started to notice the changes in your relationship. It was a slow, subtle buildup, and the first time you called him your friend, Dexter thought nothing of it. The second time, it made him pause, but not enough for him to consider what the implications of you saying that to him could mean.

But when you said it again and again and again, he realized the meaning behind your words, the affection they held. Dexter couldn't say that he was particularly close to many people. There were a select few he'd consider his friends, but he wasn’t emotionally invested in any of them. And he didn't think he was invested in you, either.

But maybe he was.

Debs was different, and it made him question how much he was supposed to care about someone. But that was his sister, the one person in the world who loved him unconditionally. That reason alone made his relationship with Deb unique. He was sure of that.

The same went with Brian—his brother, as it turned out. And Harrison, his son. Dexter felt things for those people, but they were different. Those were family, the people he was genetically tied to. Of course, he would care about them.

But you weren't family, and yet he still cared about you. It was a different kind of caring. And it was confusing. Harry was right, after all. He didn't feel. Dexter had convinced himself for years that he was a high-functioning sociopath, but lately…

Lately, he was beginning to question if that was true. Simple glances from you could bring an unwelcome smile to his lips. And when he heard the sound of your voice, he could feel his chest warm. It was a nice feeling, something he'd only experienced briefly with Rita. But then, that relationship was different too.

It was hard to put his finger on it, but being with you was just… easy. And it didn't feel like work. There was no pretending. Dexter didn't have to act when he was around you. He didn't need to try to be someone he wasn't. It was the real him.

It was terrifying.

Because now, as he sat on your couch, watching as you moved gracefully around your small apartment, the feeling was back, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He should have been home with Harrison, but the little boy was staying over at Debra’s tonight, so he didn't have any responsibilities. The passenger within him didn’t see it as a problem either, considering he’d just recently “disposed" his latest target.

It was nice, Dexter decided, to relax every once in a while. Work and family didn't give him a lot of opportunities to do so, and now that the two were temporarily taken care of, he felt he deserved to be lazy for a bit.

You didn’t have a TV in your living room, so the two of you settled for movies. Dexter didn’t really have a preference for them. He could watch a comedy, action, drama, or horror and not feel strongly for or against any of them.

Apparently, you didn't mind what he watched either because he could see the spark of excitement in your eyes when you pulled out the case for one of the worst comedy films Dexter had ever seen.

He'd seen it before. Not with you, one of the movies Vince shoved down his throat when he planned a night out with him, Angel, and Quinn.

It wasn't his favorite, not by a long shot, but the grin on your face and the way you eagerly skipped to the DVD player, set the disk inside, and closed the hatch made him bite his tongue.

Dexter had learned a long time ago that you were a very expressive person. And even though most of the time your feelings weren't displayed on your face, your eyes told another story. Such opposites to his own, Dexter often found himself fascinated by the light they held.

You had a passion for life that was rare, and it drew him in. It was a quality he lacked, and he could see it in everything you did. Whether it was talking about the newest book you read or making coffee, you put all of yourself into your actions.

It was something that Dexter had never understood. How could you have such a strong sense of self? Didn't it get tiring, having to live up to a standard of being so… so good?

But then again, you'd always been better than him. He might’ve been smarter in some regards, but what was smart if it didn't come from a place of morality? You were better, purer than him. He knew it, and everyone else did, too, even if they weren’t aware of how pure he wasn’t

That's why this was so wrong. This thing that had been going on for the past couple of months between the two of you. The subtle touches, the longing stares, the late-night calls. It was all wrong.

You were similar to Rita in some ways. You were kind and compassionate, always looking for the good in others. You had a knack for taking care of people, whether they needed it or not.

Dexter could tell that was your nature, and it was one of the things that initially attracted him to you. All the things he lacked, you had. But that didn't mean that you could replace Rita. He didn’t want you to.

And that was the difference. While he may have found qualities in you that resembled the ones he'd found in Rita, you were not her. Rita was gone, and it was his fault. She didn’t deserve to die, and yet she did. She deserved to grow old, to see Harrison grow up.

She deserved better.

The same went for you. You didn’t deserve a monster like him. The more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that he should stay away. It was for the best of both of you.

And yet he was here. On your couch, watching a shitty movie and drinking the beer you'd offered him. Because, despite his efforts, he couldn't keep his distance from you.

He should've known. When it came to you, Dexter didn't have a choice.

His gaze drifted over to your form as you sat down beside him. You were smiling, your eyes bright and focused on the television. A lock of hair fell across your face, and you pushed it back, the sleeve of your hoodie falling down slightly.

Dexter had never been so tempted to reach out and touch someone in his life.

It was a feeling that had been creeping up on him the last few weeks, and now, sitting with you, watching a bad movie, it was at an all-time high. He'd never craved intimacy. But there was something about you, a pull that he couldn't deny.

It gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. Reminded him of that need with Lila. God, Lila. What a mess that had turned out to be. Another thing to add to his growing list of mistakes.

And yet, the longer he stared, the more he found himself leaning forward. He didn’t register what he was doing until his lips were a hair width away from yours.

You froze but didn't move away. The only indication that you were startled was the widening of your eyes. They bore into his, unflinching. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

He was scared. Scared? Yes. That was what he was feeling. Why? He didn't know. Fear was new. It was a feeling reserved for Deb and sometimes his son, but even then, it was different.

But as Dexter gazed at you, so close and so beautiful, the fear melted away. It was replaced by a warmth that he was quickly becoming familiar with. It made his body thrum and his blood rush. It made him feel alive.

You were the first one to make a move. Well, not really a move, just the smallest shift forward, and then you were breathing the same air as him. You weren't kissing. You were just… waiting. Waiting for him to make the final move.

It was like an unspoken rule between the two of you, the power dynamic. He was the dominant one, and you were the submissive. You had never fought against it. You were a people pleaser, and he knew that.

It was one of the reasons he knew this was wrong. Because he couldn't stop, and you would never ask him to. Even now, as he hesitated, you waited patiently. You trusted him.

Why did you have to trust him? Why couldn't you be more selfish, more like him?

But deep down, Dexter knew that it wasn't your nature. You couldn't change, not any more than he could.

So, after another agonizing second, he closed the distance between you.

It was gentle, the way his lips pressed against yours. A stark contrast to the usual forcefulness he applied when taking his victims. No, with you, he was careful. Almost timid.

Your lips were soft and smooth, and the kiss was sweet. Nothing more than a simple caress. Dexter didn’t expect the tingling sensation it would cause, but the slight brush of your mouth sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss was short and chaste, but it was enough to leave him feeling dizzy. The heat spread through him, from the tips of his toes all the way to his cheeks.

Dexter pulled back, and you stared at him. His breath hitched in his throat at the look in your eyes. There was something there, something that mirrored his own emotions.

Was it possible? Was he really capable of such intense emotion?

Maybe he was.

You didn’t move. It was like time had stopped, and the only sound that could be heard was his own uneven breathing. That, and the movie playing in the background, which was forgotten as soon as your lips touched.

The urge to reach out and grab you was there. He could feel the need deep in his bones, in his soul. But instead, Dexter sat, staring. Staring into the eyes of the woman who had somehow managed to break down all the walls he'd spent his life building.

You didn't speak. There was nothing to say. No words could describe the feelings that had surfaced between the two of you. So, instead, you smiled. A simple, beautiful smile that had him feeling weak.

He could have stayed there forever, just looking at you, taking in the beauty that was you. It was a new experience for him, and it was nice.

“Debra is going to be pissed," you finally said, breaking the silence. “I’ll be bullied into telling her every detail."

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then, his lips curled up in amusement. It was true. Eventually, she’ll figure it out. Maybe she already knew but was waiting for confirmation. Debra was good at figuring out things, even if it wasn’t the most obvious answer.

His sister was good at a lot of things, like being a detective. And, apparently, being an interfering matchmaking nuisance.

At least she wouldn’t call you the things she called Lila.

The thought made him chuckle, and you looked at him in confusion, but it would have to stay a mystery to you. For what was life without a few private jokes between siblings, right?

You didn’t press for answers, though. You did what you’ve always done and waited for him—waited for him as if it was his turn in Chess.

And he did the only thing he could think to do. He kissed you again. And again. And again. And again. Until he had you pinned beneath him, your arms around his neck, and your breath coming out in heavy gasps.

The kisses were still innocent, just as you were. But he could feel the passion behind them, the hunger. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that. It had been a long, long time.

But the longer he kissed you, the more the heat grew, and soon, he was lost in the sensation. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged at the strands. His heart was racing, and the sound of his own ragged breathing filled his ears.

It was exhilarating.

Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip inside, and the innocence was gone. Replaced by a desire that left him trembling. The feeling of your tongue against his, the taste of you on his lips, the smell of your shampoo mixed with your unique scent—it was all intoxicating.

The movie continued to play in the background, forgotten as you pulled him closer. The warmth in his chest intensified, and Dexter didn't fight it. Instead, he embraced it. He gave in to his emotions and let himself feel.

He didn’t go too far; he knew you weren't ready for that yet. The craving was there, and it was strong, but the moment wasn’t right. Instead, he satisfied himself by touching your skin, mapping out every inch of it, memorizing the way it felt under his fingertips.

And, when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, he held onto you, refusing to let go. His eyes searched yours, searching for something. Anything. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he didn’t find it.

He mostly saw fear, anger, and some regret when he had them pinned down beneath him. Of course, that was usually the case with his victims. Fear, anger, and regret were normal emotions—a reaction to being trapped by their own demise.

Having someone look up at him with emotions on the other side of the spectrum was different. Not a bad different, just... different.

Rita had been the first to look at him like that. Lumen did, too, once upon a time. And Lila, well, her emotions were never consistent.

But you? You looked up at him with an expression that was all too familiar and yet not quite the same. Your eyes were full of affection and desire, yes. But they were also filled with something else. Something he couldn't place.

Something he couldn’t understand.

"Dex,” your voice was so soft, a whisper. He almost didn’t hear it, and yet, he felt it. He felt the way his name rolled off your tongue, and it was like music to his ears.

"Yeah?" he whispered back. He didn’t know why he did that; it wasn't like the two of you were speaking in a library or something. Maybe it was the way the light danced in your eyes, the way the colors reflected off the white walls, casting an ethereal glow.

"I didn’t expect you to be… like this," you murmured. You ran a finger over his cheek, down to his jawline. He swallowed thickly. He could feel his pulse quicken.

"Like what?" he asked, his voice rough.

"Not bad," you replied. Your lips curved up, and his eyes were drawn to them. They were red and swollen from kissing, and it was such a contrast to the pale skin of your face.

"You think I'm not bad?" he said, raising his brows. "I'm flattered."

You shook your head. "You know what I mean," you said. "I just meant that you're different than how you come off. I didn’t think you'd be so... bold.”

He snorted. Bold. If you only knew.

"I guess I'm full of surprises," he said, smirking. You rolled your eyes and punched him lightly in the shoulder, only for him to catch it and press a kiss to the back of your hand. It was something he picked up from a movie once, and it seemed to be a pretty romantic gesture. And by the look on your face, it seemed to be appreciated.

You didn't say anything else. You didn't have to. There was nothing else to say. The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company, content to just be together. The movie might've been a failure, but the night wasn’t.

And when Dexter finally left, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Not the type of relief he felt after a successful kill, but the type of relief one feels after a burden is lifted off their shoulders. The type of relief one gets when they are finally honest with themselves.

Rita was gone. Lumen was gone. And although his guilt and shame were still there, his self-loathing and fear were slowly starting to fade away. It wasn't gone, it was never going to be, but it was a start.

A fresh start.

A new beginning.

A new moon.

Yes, tonight was the night that changed everything. Tonight, Dexter Morgan learned that maybe he was more than the monster he thought he was.

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[hatchetislostpog]

Quackity: I have fallen madly in love with you.

Y/n: Everyone does, darling. I'm a very loveable person.

Quackity: No, I'm seriously in love with you; this isn't me pretending. I love you.

Y/n: Oh...

#quackity x reader #dsmp x reader #quackity imagines #dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #dsmp x y/n #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #c!quackity x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp #dreamsmp #quackity #incorrect quotes

[iamthemain-character]

That’s Your Ex?

c!technoblade x goddess! reader, ex!dreamXD x reader, hinted dreamXD x c!georgenotfound

she/her pronouns

TW: none

mcyt masterlist

You could practically feel the stare; sure enough, as you turned your head towards your partner, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before.

You straightened up, stretching after being bent over the potato garden for hours. The snow was lightly melting, and you knew that Technoblade enjoyed the moments of sunshine that broke the monotony of snowy tundra.

Collecting the harvested potatoes, you still could feel Techno watching you.

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

“Art is meant to be looked at.”

Slightly scoffing at the complimentary pickup line, you threw a clump of dirt at your partner. “That was cheesy and you know it.”

Technoblade smiled, getting up and walking over to you. When he reached your side, he held your face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. “Maybe, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead before turning and taking his basket of seedling potatoes back towards the house. Collecting up your materials as well, you followed his footsteps.

Just as you were coming around the corner, however, you saw Technoblade standing, his sword drawn. Hearing your footsteps as you approached he held his hand out, warning you to stay back, but you were not so easily wavered. Looking over Techno’s shoulder, you saw what the threat was:

your ex.

More specifically, DreamXD. You two had once had an on again, off again type of relationship, mostly full of grand gifts and excessive flirting on your ex’s part. Eventually you got tired of it and moved on, and later you were rewarded with the love of your life.

But DreamXD was a jealous god, and he had a hard time letting you go. He used to try to win you back, swinging wildly between lavish gifts and intense threats. You knew at the end of the day, however, that he would never lay a hand on you. You both were wise enough to know that no one ever won in a war between gods.

Eventually, you did tire of the constant unwelcome attention, so you moved into the mortal realm. And that was how you met Technoblade and eventually fell in love.

But now DreamXD was here again, determined to ruin the peace. Rolling your eyes, you walked by Techno, arms crossing over your chest as you stopped in front of DreamXD.

“Y/n.” His voice was smooth and echoey this time, the one he used when he wanted to fit in with mortals.

“DreamXD. What are you doing here?”

The god titled his head, playing up innocence. “It’s been a while Y/n, can’t I come see you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head in return. “We both know you don’t just ‘come to see’ people. Please don’t tell me you want me to come back to you again.”

DreamXD paused a moment, considering your words. “You really don’t miss what we had, what we were?”

“No. No DreamXD, I don’t miss you.”

He didn’t respond; he simply stood there and stared at you. He shifted his gaze behind you, looking at Technoblade.

“You fell in love with a mortal.”

You felt Technoblade get closer to you, his sword still drawn in case you needed protection. You smiled despite yourself, trying to appear as neutral as possible. “I did.”

DreamXD nodded again, but he seemed distant, like he was thinking about something entirely different. “These mortals, they do have a strange charm to them, do they not.”

Just as he said those words, a figure came crashing through the tree line. Clad in blue with large, white-rimmed glasses, they approached DreamXD casually.

“Where have you been? You said you were going to help me?” The crisp accent came through, the person impatiently looking at the god.

You watched as DreamXD’s entire body language changed, his attention solely on this one person. You saw him become possessive and obsessive, and you recognized that this must be the “strange charm” DreamXD had just been talking about.

The newcomer started walking away, and DreamXD followed after. Looking back one last time, he nodded, a sign of farewell to you. As the pair disappeared into the distance, you took a deep breath and turned to look at your partner. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Technoblade pulled you in close, touching your foreheads together.

“What the heck was that Y/n?”

“Oh, that was my ex, sorry about that.”

Technoblade blinked a couple times, trying to process this information. “The god of this server is your ex???”

You pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go and walking back to the house, grabbing the potatoes you had previously abandoned. “Don’t worry, he’s just an ex, that’s all.”

“Heh?????”

#dsmp #dream smp #technoblade #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #c!technoblade #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #dreamxd x georgenotfound

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

c!quackity where he is coming back from a night in the casino and he just wants some love from his gf, so he gives her kisses and hickeys along her body…

Left this fandom but this has been in my ask box for like 6 months so (since Jan). (i'm going to start another blog for a new fandom that i enjoy more than i do with the whole DSMP and such)

I also got an ask about why me and @/kitybur (pretty sure this is their ask lmao) don't interact anymore and all I got to say about that is me and Kity have both gone our different ways they moved onto a different fandom (I believe) and so have I. So please be respectful, go show them some love and to whoever (Anon) asked that I hope I answered your question (if you're reading this) OH WAIT... another ask also asked me if I was the person that Kity was talking about in one of their post and all I can say to that one is that I don't follow Kity anymore and I don't go stalking their account so i'm not sure what post you're talking about and if they are oh well nothing I can do about it Kity has her own feelings and opinions.

ANYWAYS ONTO THE STORY (all translations are from google translate so don't get mad)

Hoping to Get Lucky (it's short)

Yn sighed and closed her book before she glanced up at her clock; it seemed like time was passing so slowly because her boyfriend was due to return from his casino around Midnight, but the time now read 3:00 Am. Yn sighed and got to her feet, dropping her book on the couch before heading to their bedroom, where she laid on Quackity's side and turned out the bedside lamp.

Soon after falling asleep, Yn was woken up by kisses on her thighs and then her belly. "Well hello to you too," Yn remarked in a snarky tone as she glared down and saw her boyfriend's ridiculous beanie. "Sorry mi amour, I didn't mean to stay out so long," Quackity said with a pout as he looked up and met Yn's e/c eyes. Yn frowned and crossed her arms.

Quackity said in between kisses, "Mi amor por favour lo siento." Yn simply shrugged and turned her face away from her boyfriend, who then sat up next to her and kissed her cheek, muttering, "Conejita, por favor, lamento no haber querido quedarme fuera tan tarde." Yn then glared at him from the corner of her eye before turning her body completely away from him.

Yn grumbled, "Quackity, please just go to sleep," as Quackity moved his hand up and down her shoulder before bending down and kissing her neck, down over her shoulder, and down to her hand, which he took up and held so he could kiss the back of it. Quackity frowned as he saw his girlfriend close her eyes. He sighed and hugged her, Yn broke the silence, "I bet you were hoping to get lucky, huh." Smiling uncontrollably, Quackity leaned in and gave his girlfriend a quick head kiss "just a little mi amor."

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[colorfull-cord]

Sadness

Ships: Wilbur x Y/N (female)

!WARNINGS!: crying, cussing

Summary: you start to cry on your birthday because no one has even talked to you and you start to break down but luckily your boyfriend was there to save the day

”RING RING” you hear your phone go off for the third time but alas it’s not for the reasons you thought it was for spam. After hours of waiting and waiting and waiting still nothing. You had lost all hope thinking that no one liked you. Later that night you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball on the floor of your bedroom. As tears were streaming down your face, your eyes pink and your face stained with your tears and the redness of your nose you hear a door open. As you hear it close you immediately get up and try to look presentable by wiping away your tears and trying to look happy. After a minute you walk out of the bedroom to see your boyfriend back from one of his blogging adventures with Tommy and George. “Hey love! I’m so sorry I wasn’t here! But I did bring something for you.” After that sentence he pulled out a bunch of flowers neatly wrapped in plastic with a little card on the side that read, “For my princess, I hope you had the most wonderful birthday ever and I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for it. But as always I love you so so so so sooo much baby. love, your best boyfriend ever, Wilbur” as you got done reading it you couldn’t help but go up and give him a big hug burying your head in his chest and start to cry. “Hey hey what’s wrong did you not like them?” Wilbur said as he got down on his knees. “No no they’re amazing it’s just- oh it’s nothing it’s stupid anyways..” you say looking down at your feet playing with your ring. “No it’s not nothing I can tell that you have been crying what’s wrong love?” He says as he walks you over to the couch and sits down with you. When you get situated you start to cry even more before you even start talking. “Well… you know it’s my birthday and everything *sniff* well… no one’s text *sniff* or even called me today. I just feel… left out. I mean there’s something’s on twitter but that doesn’t change anything.” You say as you start to sob even more. Wilbur cradles you in his arms putting you in his lap. “I’m so sorry about that love that’s terrible but hey at least you had your awesome boyfriend here and hey, I brought you flowers so that’s a bonus.” You giggle a little. “Hey how about we watch a movie together to get your mind off things, ok?” He says looking at you with the sweetest eyes ever. “Ok, that sounds great.” After picking out a movie and cuddling up together you fall asleep beside your boyfriend with his arm around your shoulder. After he notices your asleep he quickly pulled out his phone and tweeted out to all of yours and his friends about feeling left out on your birthday.

When you woke up you were laying on Wilbur’s lap with a blanket over you. After fully waking up you go to check your phone and see so many notifications from friends and twitter saying how they are so sorry for how they forgot and that it’s now marked in their calendar. You knew Wilbur had something to do with this and you felt great full to have such an amazing boyfriend, as he always says.

*heyyyy I made this on the 27th of April (my birthday) and I made this just because I felt left out and wanted someone to be there but no one was. Sorry I didn’t post it earlier I just got caught up with stuff.*

❤️💕🧚‍♂️

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[joviepog]

dsmp related requests i heard?

im always thinking abt c!wilbur as i am a proud c!wilbur apologist. so how about the first time wilbur shows you around and welcomes you into l’manburg and it basically turns into a date with his hand on your back guiding you around carefully (and just wanting to be holding you) :3

- @loversj0y

“I think i’m in love”

Warning: ITS BAD OKAY I GET IT LEAVE ME ALONE

Pronouns: None :)

Request: @loversj0y

Word count: 664 words

Anything else: I HAVENT WRITTEN FOR C!WILBUR IN EONS AND IT JUST TURNED OUT SUPER BAD I AM PURELY SORRY. (Also i changed it up a bit to make it easier fir myself. I’m sorry if it just lets you down 😭)

As the guitar played in and a soft breeze hit your face you found yourself lying on the president’s shoulder. At first, you had came to L’Manburg for fun. But you ended up just meeting a new friend. You found yourself walking around L’Manburg’s walls, smiling at the sight of such a small nation. Suddenly, out if the blue came a voice. When you turned around to see who it was you found a tall man with a blue and red suit. He had brown curly hair that shined as the sun hit it and a thick british accent.

“Hey! What are you doing walking around the walls?” He said, softly yet strictly.

“Apologies! I was just wondering how I can join L’Manburg? Do you know if I could talk to the president?” You asked. As he walked up to you you noticed more of his features. Like how his ears look upside down and how his eyes seemed hazel when the sun hit them. Or how almost his whole outfit is lined with gold.

At first he looked serious, like he was about to question you for committing some murder. But once he walked up to you he gave you a warm smile. “That’s me! I’m the president!” He said while putting his hand out for you to shake. You took it, shaking it and smiling, “Oh! Nice to meet you sir!”

He smiled down at you and looked into your eyes which scared you at first. “Nice to meet you to. My name is Wilbur Soot and I am the president of this nation.” He took his hand back and stuffed it in his pocket. “Well it looks lovely from here Mr. President.” You said looking up at the walls. “Please, Darling, call me Wilbur.” He said with a wide grin. You could see the playfulness in his eyes but you were a little shocked by how straight forward this president was. Though you couldn’t help but blush at the nickname.

“Okay, Wilbur.” You said teasingly, “May I join this nation of yours? I’ve been looking for a place to stay and this place seems lovely!” You said smiling. He looked you up and down for a second with a straight face which made you hold your breath.

“Well I don’t see why not?” He smiled again, “You’re not with Dream are you?” He said suddenly serious. You had absolutely no clue who dream was. “No?” You questioned.

“Great! Then welcome to my nation!” He looked at the walls of L’Manburg before looking back down at you.

You smiled and started walk a bit, catching the President off guard. “So i’m guessing we don’t like this Dream guy?” You said playfully, you where walking ahead and Wilbur was close behind you. He laughed a bit before clearing his throat, “Yeah, we are not a huge fan of Dream.” You continued walking then finally stopped. You and Wilbur where in front if the opening to L’Manburg.

He took this as a sign to start showing you around. He would put his hand on your back, pushing you lightly onto where to go. Sometimes you would trip over something and grab his hand making you both blush. He seemed to do this often when talking to you.

As time went on, you found yourself close to Wilbur. After his long days, you two would meet up at your spot. Under a tree. And you two would sing songs until both your throats hurt.

“Wilbur?” You asked once, “Have you ever been in love?” He blushed at the sudden comment but answered honestly, “Of course I have.”

You hummed softly , still leaning on his shoulder. “I think i’m in Love.”

His eyes widened as he completely stopped playing his guitar. “With who?”

Before he could even get an answer you where asleep in his shoulder. He smiles and continues to play quietly. Leaning his head on yours he whispers how much he loves you.

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[if-you-feel-lonely]

Being C!Phil's older sibling would include...

TW: Swearing, me being british and projecting that onto Y/N :,)

You practically raised Phil, and it shows with how similar the two of you act

You spent a lot of your life travelling, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone

So while you were off building bridges and meeting new people, Phil was slowly but surely accumulating a surplus of children and friends - biological, legal and emotional

You don't come to the SMP often, but when you do, his home gets progressively more crowded

First it was just him and Techno

Then Wilbur

Then Tommy and Tubbo

Then Ranboo and Michael

And now Niki drops by, too

You swear you've seen Jack and Fundy a couple times

Even Eret used to drop by every now and then when L'manberg was starting out

"Every time I come to visit, you've picked up more feral little shits." "I'm not trying to." "You're a bloody liability, honestly."

... Yeah

If you end up having children like he does, you'll never hear the end of it.

"Hypocritical if you ask me." "Piss off, at least I didn't pick up the founding fathers of a country and their partners."

oh my god

Can we stop pretending he wasn't a feral gremlin child

Tommy and the others had to pick it up off someone, and we all know it wasn't from Kristen

"Wilbur, did I ever tell you that your dad was a fucking psychotic child?" "... REALLY-"

As much as you love your nephews, you're not afraid to play favourites

It started when Tommy and Wilbur were younger, with you would casually say "if you did this, you'd be my favourite"

Over time, they'd get more and more competitive

You're their coolest relative that laughs when they do stupid shit, of course they want to be your favourite!

Little do they know, Tubbo is your favourite

But you won't tell them that

That ruins the fun!

Phil is your brother, you're always looking out for him

That's why when Tubbo put him under house arrest, you couldn't help but feel betrayed

You also broke him out, but that's not the point I'm trying to make

Technically, you're not part of the syndicate

But when Techno calls upon Icarus to help, you're never too far away

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

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[simpleeshea]

On the clock!

C! Wilbur x reader

<previous chapter next chapter>

Chapter 5.

A jacket should never have fifty pockets.

Wilbur's eyes glanced over to me, something mischievous dwelling just under the surface of their soft brown color. Sure, by now I was plenty used to Wilbur and his devious grins and wryly crinkled eyes, but when he nodded his head toward the backdoor and then eyed the pack of cigarettes he kept resting close to his large hands, I felt a strange rush of relief wash over me. Like a soft bed after a long day, or a heated shower after hard work.

"Busy lunch?" Wilbur asked particularly loud for it only being the two of us in the store.

I gave him a side-eyed look as I pocketed my phone and quickly reached over to snatch his box of cigarettes away from his hands. His hands snapped quickly over, sandwiching my hand in between his and the box of cigarettes on the counter.

I looked pensively at our hands. His fingers were cold against my skin, sending shivers where his hands pressed against mine. Wilbur's eyes, however, were not focused on our hands. He seemed to never look where his hands were going, what they were doing. He simply allowed them to do as they pleased like a starved dog let loose from the leash. When I slowly raised my gaze to meet his face, he was already staring. His brown eyes poured deep into mine.

I looked at him, scrunching my nose in confusion. Slowly I slid my hand away and Wilbur smiled slyly. "You can have one after you answer my question," he said with a lighthearted laugh.

I shook my head- and shook off whatever that feeling of his hand on mine was. "What is this? An intervention?"

"Perhaps," Wilbur smirked, sliding the cigarette box off of the counter and into his hands before tucking it neatly away into his deep coat pocket. "Or maybe I'm just curious."

"Curious?" I snorted laughed, slightly. "I just went out for lunch, that's all."

Wilbur turned his head, cocking it to the side looking and down on me. "You never leave during lunch," he said in a matter-of-factly tone that made me want to smack him upside the head. Of course, I only wanted to hit him because he was right, so painstakingly right. "So..."

"So?"

"Who's the guy?"

My breath hitched in my throat. "What?"

"Or girl... or person, I don't discriminate."

Wilbur looked at me with the utmost seriousness. His eyes bored into my soul and his posture stood firmly behind the counter.

"It's just that, you've been in a particularly good mood today, and it's a Wednesday," he began to ramble. "You hate Wednesdays," he added on in a mumble as his incoherent ramblings continued and all I could do was-

"BAHAHAHAHA!!"

Wilbur stopped speaking. "What?" he breathed quietly as he felt the air get trapped in his throat before muttering out, "Why are you laughing?"

I shook my head through my laughing fit. My hands were on my knees as I tried to keep from falling over. "Because!" I laughed a bit more until I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself. "There is no guy Wilbur... or girl for that fact, or person in general."

Wilbur's face softened with something I couldn't quite pin: relief.

"Oh," Wilbur said looking down.

"What? Why's your face look like that?" I slid myself up on the counter and sat next to where he stood leaning up against the cool surface. Wilbur didn't say anything which made me sigh until a sudden realization hit me. "Oh my god!"

Wilbur looked up quickly with concern flashing on his face.

"You're embarrassed!" I wheezed with laughter and banged my hand against the counter.

"I will shove you to the fucking ground," he said as his face flushed a color of pink you never knew his usually pale skin was capable of producing.

"William Soot, you sir, are embarrassed," I teased him until his hands quickly came up to shove me over. As my body slid on the counter I grabbed the edge to hold myself firm and stop him from pushing me off as I made small squealing noises in protest.

Wilbur made a bubbly laughing noise as he tried to fight against my grip, continuing to shove me with one hand as the other tore at my fingers' hold on the counter. "I am not embarrassed."

I leaned back, the upper half of my body hovering over the edge of the counter toward Wilbur. I lifted my chin up to look at him as he denied the apparent. "But you are," the teasing continued, "You actually thought I had a date today?" I asked between laughs.

Wilbur slowly removed his hands away from my body as he stopped trying to push me off of the counter. "Yeah," he shrugged, "I couldn't imagine any other reason that you would skip the opportunity to raid the hot box for food that has been sitting out for hours on end," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Right, but those chicken strips are really freaking good."

"Even better when they're cold and have been sitting there all day," he joked.

"Definitely." I shake my head, laughing. Wilbur laughed too, but it slowly faded away and the sound of silence never seemed so loud. "So..." I started off awkwardly.

"So?"

I sighed, "You probably want to know why I was gone then."

Wilbur shook his head in denial. "No, not particularly. I just would have been butt hurt if my only friend didn't tell me about their hot date," Wilbur smirked and it made me laugh. He was good at that, filling the silent air with laughter.

I brought my legs up on the counter, sitting criss-cross as my arm reached over to Wilbur's coat pocket and pulled out his box of cigarettes. Wilbur didn't oppose this time, he just watched as my hand slid in and out of his pocket, the fabric catching slightly on the box but it inevitably slid out as I brought the box down to rest in my lap before signing breathing out, "Well... this definitely wasn't a hot date."

"So an ugly date?" he laughed which made me smile.

I shook my head. "Got a light?" I asked as I pulled out a cigarette.

Wilbur nodded, walking out from behind the counter and standing in front of me.

I looked at him, confused. "Can I have it?" I asked, cocking my head.

"Sure," his face turned sly, "It's in one of my pockets though."

I gave him a "You've seriously got to be fucking with me," face as I eyed his coat. "You have like fifty pockets," I stated as I swung my legs off the side of the table but remained sitting.

He shrugged "It's in there somewhere." He smiled as he watched me hesitantly lift my hand to dig through the pocket on the right side of his chest. Empty. Slowly my hand pulled away.

"Why can't you just hand it to me?" I groaned.

His head dipped in close as his leg tapped mine. "Because it's my turn to embarrass you," he whispered, his hot breath hitting the side of my face.

My face burned as he stepped back, hands to his side, letting me know that he wanted me to keep searching. I grumbled some unheard argument as my hand dipped into his right hip pocket. I was leaned over, reaching into his deep pocket to search for his lighter.

Wilbur laughed which made me pause, "What's funny?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing, it's nothing..." he hummed as if he was hesitant to add on what he had to say next, something that I had never known Wilbur to do before. Most generally, he would speak his mind regardless of who it hurt or affected. Of course, I had been used to this for a long time now, so seeing him suddenly become so hesitant put a strange lump in my throat as I stared awkwardly up at him with my hand in his hip pocket.

"It's just," his hand slowly slipped down my arm, trailing to my wrist, "you aren't searching all the way." His eyes lit up and his lips curved into a devilish smirk as he sunk my hand further into his pocket, trailing far from his hip down his thigh.

My brain froze, hesitated. His thumb softly stroked my hand as my eyes tilted down to look at my hand and his in his pocket with vivid confusion.

"Not-" I paused which made Wilbur look away from our hands and to my face, "Not that one," I mumbled.

"Clearly not." He took his hand out and slowly, mine came with it.

"Just give me the damn lighter, Wilbur."

"Are you embarrassed yet?" his voice beamed.

I bit my lip and looked down at the floor with a heated face.

"We can call that a yes." He reached into the front of his pants pocket and pulled out his bright orange lighter.

My eyes went wide in frustration. "It wasn't even in your damn coat, you asshole!" I sent him a quick slap on his shoulder, listening in embarrassment as he laughed in pure amusement.

"I'm sorry," he giggled and held the lighter out toward me.

As I reached forward to grab it, he quickly jerked it away. I let out a loud huff of a breath and let my arms go lax against my sides.

"Giving up so quickly?" he teased, and I groaned in response. "Look, I've got to make sure Wednesdays are miserable for you. If not me then who else?" He shrugged with the lighter still in his hands and his eyes closed in contentment.

Seeing my opportunity, I struck quick like a viper. My arm reached up high to snatch the lighter only for him to move his arm out of the way before my fingers can even graze the small object. Wilbur laughed and tutted. "It's not going to be that ea-" My hands were latched around his arm, trying to pull it down and out of the air. "Now this is kind of just sad." He shook his head as I tried to pull his arm down.

However, his arm slowly began to shake and drag closer down. "Are you sure about that?"

His arm fell down, my fingers snagging the lighter from his as it did. "I let you have it," he said as he watched me slide off of the counter and step toward the back door.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Wil."

He didn't respond. He just leaned against the counter staring at the floor for a moment before I finally spoke up. "Wilbur?" His head darted up quickly, his eyes finding mine. I couldn't decipher what had been going through his head... perhaps if I had, then things would have turned out better for us. But there's no point in wasting my time thinking about the "What ifs."

"Wilbur, are you coming?" I had asked him and suddenly his lifeless face seemed to reanimate itself. He looked as though for a moment he truly was dead. My brain wandered to all the times he jokingly told me he had died once. It was just a story he told, Wilbur was alive. I could see him moving in front of my very own eyes.

"Yeah," he began to move toward the door, "I'm coming."

A/N

Been a while... What's popping? I actually hate this chapter because most of it was written pre-hiatus but whatever. If you made it past the cringe then thank you.

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[hatchetislostpog]

c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.

Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?

c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing

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[slimeyliveshere]

Drawing

Status: DONE ✨ Words: 908 Pronouns: She/her A/N: Football AU ==============================================================

The bright field lights shone on the field as I walked into the stadium. Fashionly is late as always. The score currently showed that SBI was ahead by 7 points. I quickly made my way over to the side bleachers where fewer people sat. Correction there where only one college-aged guy and a high schooler. they were sitting on the first row of bleachers painting each other's nails. One of the boys waved to me. I recognized him from one of my classes, Karl maybe. I started to walk up the bleachers my sketchbook still in my arms after giving him a small smile. 'I am only here for the assignment' I reminded myself. As soon as I sat down the bell went off starting halftime. I opened my sketchbook to get started on the drawing. "Uhm... (Y/N) right?" The same boy who sat at the end of the bleachers now stood right in front of me. "Yeah? Your Karl right?" I asked the guy. His face lit up with a smile. "Yeah! And that's Ranboo he guessed behind his back to the freakishly tall high schooler. "Would you mind if we sat next to you?" Karl asked. "Sure you can..." I told the boys. Karl ran down the bleachers and grabbed his backpack and nail polish. He walked back up Ranboo following him. I went back to sketching the people onto the field. A good hour later I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Karl. "Could I... I... Uhm... CouldIpaintyournails?" his words came out in a blur. I set my half-done sketchbook to the side and turned to Karl. I put my hands out a lopsided smile on my face. He took the queue, grabbed one of my hands, and grabbed a bright shade of purple and black nail polish. The colors were the color of the SMP college football jersey. While sitting there I noticed Karl was wearing the jerseys the people on the field were wearing. "You didn't tell me you played," I questioned Karl who sat in front of me focusing on my nails. "Yeah, I guess I do. I am out for a sprained ankle for the next two weeks" he said sticking out his bad ankle," he said laughing a little. Ranboo sat next to me jumping up when his team- the SBI School district got a little closer to a touchdown. "THE GAME'S ALMOST OVER TOMMY! RUN AS YOU'VE NEVER RUN BEFORE TOMMY!" Ranboo yelled over the crowd quite a few people staring at him. SMP was ahead by 7 points. Just then Callahan broke out of the group of boys jumping on Tommy. Ranboo's mouth fell agape as he watched his friend get pulled to the ground as the buzzer went off. The black-clad side of the bleachers jumped screaming out and hugging their neighbors. Karl jumped up shouting and started to run down the bleachers the best he could and toward the field to celebrate with his team. Ranboo just started screaming profanity into the thin night air. Soon, the bleachers cleared out to go celebrate the win against SBI. Expect the football team. "HEY, (Y/N)! YEAH, YOU ART NERD!" my head jerked up from my sketchbook and found the source of the all too familiar voice. My ex-the-football-captain-grade-cheater-jerk, Dream. The group of overly arrogant football players now stood at the foot of the bleachers. "How's a single life going?" Dream asked a smirk on his face. Karl stood behind him looking quite guilty. He glimpsed up and mouthed a silent sorry to you. Before Dream could throw any more insults at you a tall male walked up behind Dream and grabbed the back of his jersey. "What is happening here, Dream?" the male asked in a monotone voice. All the football players took a step back except for Dream who stood ridged in his place.       "No-nothing Techno," Dream stammered tripping over his words. Karl turned and broke away from his team and ran up the bleachers and clasping onto my waist. Ranboo now stood behind you glaring daggers at Dream.       "Good, now scram," growled at the captain of the football team allowing him to run toward a group of girls at the entrance his group of goons followed him beside Karl.       "Ranboo? She good?" Techno shouted up from the bottom of the bleachers.       Ranboo looked down at me. "You good?" he asked unrest in the back of his eyes. I looked back up at them and smiled up at Ranboo.       "All good," I piped. Ranboo turned to Techno and gave him a thumbs up. Karl who was still holding on to my waist finally let go.       "Ranboo! The team wants to get Freddy's come on!" Techno shouted from where he still stood after he threatened Dream away. Ranboo's face broke into a smile. He scribbled something onto a lilac sticky note before sticking it to my face and taking the steps two at a time to get to the walkway and outside the stadium with Techno on his tail. I reached up to my face and pulled off the sticky note. On it was two phone numbers. One had 'Ranbo' above it.  The other had a note         ' Techno talks about you all the time I am doing him a favor ' above the second set of numbers. Karl stood next to you reading over your shoulder.       "(y/n)'s got a date!" Karl declared in a sing-song voice.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp au #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #technoblade x reader #ranboo #karl #dream #football #football au #c!techno #dream smp #dream smp au #au #sbi #dream team #fem!reader #technoblade x you

[modelbus]

o3o May I request c!Tommy x protective!reader who uses she/they pronouns? (Platonic, please!)

Reader arrives at the same time as Eryn and finds out how badly Tommy has been treated for the past few years, decides that she's going to make sure he doesn't have to go through that again. - 🍜

My first C!Tommy writing! You'll have to tell me if it's horrible and if I should give up on writing C!Tommy :D I did some digging on the timeline and Eryn joined before Dream's escape, so keep that in mind.

Pairing: C!Tommy x She/They!Reader (platonic)

Just a Kid

Most people told you to leave Tommy alone.

You had seen him around a few times, building random towers and collecting materials. He never seemed very happy about whatever he was doing though.

Before joining, you had only heard rumors about everyone. Technoblade, the ruthless warrior. Philza, the man who survived hardcore and earned wings. Tommyinnit, the kid who was so full of energy that it was infectious. If those rumors were true, then Tommy had changed. Gone was a kid full of energy, replaced by an empty shell of a person.

In a way, it was scarier than anything you've ever seen. What makes a person look like that? He would check over his shoulder, a white-knuckled grip on his sword. Always gripping a sword. His clothes were constantly dirty, and his eyes were practically gray. Under his eyes were eyebags that were miles deep, a dark purple against his pale skin tone.

"What happened to Tommy?" You decide to ask Ranboo. Although Ranboo didn't seem to remember much, he was always willing to help.

"Tommy? He's... he's changed. I think. There was this stuff with Dream? Sorry, I- you might want to ask someone else."

Dream. That was a name you knew hardly anything about. The very owner of the server, missing from it. Someone had told you that he was in prison, but that didn't make sense. How did the owner of the server end up in jail?

Eret was the next person you ask. He seemed pretty levelheaded, so he had to have some answers.

"What happened before I joined? With Tommy and Dream and all that?"

He pauses in his building to turn his head towards you. His glasses are too dark for you to see past, but you assume he's looking at you.

"It's a long story. Tommy and Wilbur tried to create a nation called L'manberg and Dream didn't like that. There was a war. Tommy ended up losing in a duel, losing the war. But Dream still gave L'manberg their freedom. There was an election, Wilbur and Tommy lost which turned L'manberg into Manberg. There was another war."

"A lot of war." You huff.

Eret smiles. "There is. Tommy lost a cow and started a war somewhere in there I think. But he didn't lose the war against Manberg. Instead, Tubbo became president. Tommy got exiled. Nobody really knows what happened to him, but he came back... different. Changed."

"Nobody?" You push. That didn't seem right.

"Nobody apart from Dream and Ghostbur. But Ghostbur is long dead, and Dream's in prison. Anyways, there was a war in which L'manberg was destroyed. Completely. They tried to rebuild it a little. Wilbur died and got revived, it's... it's a long story. Complicated. But Tommy died too and got revived after getting stuck in the prison."

"Holy shit." You wouldn't want to get stuck in that prison. Just looking at it was scary enough.

"Kid's been through a lot. Lost a lot. Seen a lot. We all have."

"Like him?"

Eret's look turns more thoughtful. "Not like him. Not as much as he has."

Right then. It was decided. Nobody was going to hurt Tommy ever again. Grief and loss were something you were familiar with, but he was just a kid. A kid with a haunted look in his eyes, an exile nobody knew anything about.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I'm making a history museum, after all." As you leave, you can hear him talking to himself. "She's digging up skeletons meant to be buried."

If skeletons were meant to be buried, then why were two revived people walking around on the server? You might not know much but messing with life and death sure couldn't be good. If you were here, you might as well try your best and bring some peace to the server.

So, you go against the advice given to you. You talk to Tommy.

“Hey! Tommy, right? What’re you doing?”

He doesn’t trust you, but he has no reason to. With a suspicious look he angles himself away from you but still responds. That’s something, right?

“Getting supplies.”

“I can help! What are we gathering?”

“I don’t need help.”

“I didn’t say you needed anyones help. I’m just offering.” Your grin never wavers. “Bored and willing to help out.”

“…wood.” He reluctantly answers. “To rebuild my house. Oak wood.”

“Great!” You grab out your netherite axe, only to spin it around and offer Tommy the handle. His axe was iron and you had a diamond one you could use. “Here, I’ll use my spare diamond one.”

His face twists, and you realize your mistake. The gift could be seen as pity. Sure, you might be becoming protective over Tommy but it wasn’t out of pity.

“It’ll be faster.” You add on.

He takes it slowly, but takes it nonetheless. Progress.

Your next move is to talk to Jack Manifold. The guy seemed a little odd but not too bad. No matter what your personal opinion of him was though, you had seen the billboard. The hotel. Big Manifold’s Hotel sign was very obviously painted over Big Innit’s Hotel.

“Speak of the devil! There they are!” Jack calls out to you, waving. He was talking with Niki, another member you need to talk to. Two bats with one arrow, right?

“Jack! Niki!” You exclaim. “Just the people I was looking for!”

“What can we help you with?” Jack asks, smiling. Unlike Eret his glasses were see-through.

“I was actually wondering about your hotel. It used to be Tommy’s, right?”

“Oh, yeah. But then he died so it went to me.” He shrugs, seeming unconcerned by it. There’s just one little flaw in his logic.

“But Tommy’s alive.”

“Listen, you joined at a really nice time. Tommy’s chilled out and it’s better this way. Just leave things be.” Niki suggests.

“He’s chilled out because he fucking died! He’s a kid!” You exclaim.

“You don’t get it, he terrorized the server! It’s better off this way. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

You stare at Niki, jaw dropped. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

“You’re- maybe I’m wrong here, but he’s been through multiple wars. He’s died. He’s seen his country blown apart. He was exiled. And he’s still a kid. You’re telling me he deserved all that?”

“He brought it upon himself.” Niki answers.

“Heh, maybe we should just calm down?” Jack suggests.

“I’m calm.” You break eye contact with Niki to look between the duo. “Honestly, the hotel is none of my business. I just wanted to warn you both to leave Tommy alone. You might be okay with what’s been going on, but I’m not. In my books you’re both just as bad as Dream.”

Rumors on the server often turned out to be correct, as you were quickly learning. But now they've been dealt with. You weren't going to let anything else happen to Tommy even if it took all three of your lives, you swear by it.

There was one last person you had to threaten, but he happened to be unreachable. The very man who perhaps hurt Tommy the most. Dream.

As it turns out, Pandora was pretty good at keeping people both in and out. No matter how many times you begged Sam, he never let you in. Always claiming it was a liability, especially after how Tommy got stuck in there, which led to a whole new conversation.

"How the fuck do you lock a child in with a monster? He died, didn't he?" You ask, already furious at Sam's constant denial of letting you visit Dream.

"It was an accident. He signed a waiver-" "HE DIED! Aren't you meant to protect people? Isn't that what being the Warden is all about?"

Sam's expression crumples, and you suddenly realize you might be yelling at the wrong person here. So far you seemed to be the only one actively helping Tommy, but that didn't mean he was alone. Maybe there were people still in his corner, people who just fucked up a little. (or, in this case, a lot)

"Threaten Dream for me, would you?" You ask, backing off. "I think we can both agree that we'd kill him if he ever hurt Tommy again."

"Yeah." Sam nods. "That I can do."

With a smile, you set off a friend richer.

Tommy did still have people out there who cared for him, he just didn't know it. Maybe one day he'd see that, but only after a shit ton of healing.

For now, all you could do was give him a safe place and get him in some goddamn therapy.

#c!tommy #dsmp #mcyt #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinit dsmp #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #dsmp tommy #dsmp imagine #dream smp #c!tommyinnit

[disturbed-and-depressed]

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.”

#ranboo x y/n #ranboo fluff #ranboo x reader #ranboo imagine #ranboo #ranboo x you #c: ranboo #cc!ranboo #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #bo burham inside #bo burnham

[rapid-looser]

★C!dsmp as love troupes.★

a/n: i have a few half finished drafts but i have no motivation to finish them, so I'm working on random stuff instead ^^

pronouns: you/yours

Requested: yes/no

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C!Dream:

Unsuspected lovers.

•Everyone thought you two were on opposite sides, which wasn't completely wrong but it wasn't completely right either

•They didn't even think Dream had any current friendships, let alone a relationship considering he uses people's attachments against them

•Not to mention the two of you seemed to be too different to be together, to everyone on the dsmp you two couldn't go together, like trying to fit two puzzle pieces but one if from a total different puzzle

•Even George and Sapnap didn't know, and they were friends with Dream for 10+ years (before they started hating each other)

•However Dream didn't like even interacting with you if you two weren't in dreams base

•He knows what attachments do to people, which is why he likes to keep your relationship down so no-one suspects anything

•But if it did come down to it and your life was being threatened in a war, he would drop everything to defend you, even if it means getting sent back to prison

•If you ever died, he'd subtlety revive you, but he'd try to make sure no-one knew you died

•To keep himself safe though, he may throw you under the bus while people are around, but he'll only do it if he knows for a fact you won't get hurt

•Being with him is like a game of fate, one wrong slip and you could fall into a abyss to huge, you would never be able to get out of it.

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C!George:

Best friends, borderline lovers.

•He doesn't have a lot of energy to ever put into a relationship, so the two of you are just sorta stuck in between best friends and lovers

•He cares about you and he'd never put you in harm's way, but he'd never dare call you his lover

•You and him have been beat friends for years, before the feelings for each other started to grow more

•He knows that you care about him, he genuinely does, but he can't bring himself to call you his partner because what if it all goes wrong?

•He doesn't wanna loose his best friend, so it's better to just never move onto dating.

•That doesn't stop the noticeable glances towards you from him when the whole dsmp vs L'manburg thing happened

•He checks in on you daily but if he's ever asked what his relationship with you is, he's probably say "Well [name]? Yeah they're one of my closer friends, but we're not anything more than that''

•He will keep friendzoning you, as he only wants to protect himself from the hurt if you ever left him

•He does know that it's hurting you in the process, but he just wants the best for himself

•But at the same time he will defend you at any cost, if someones threating you, he's extremely quick to pull out his armour and defend you

•He also appreciates you sticking with him even though he has never accepted the fact that 'Hey, maybe the two of us could actually work out and you won't leave me'

•If you wanted to date George, he will hurt you a lot in the process before he accepts you as his lover

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C!Karl:

Reincarnated lovers/souls.

•You two have been together in many, many timelines, always finding each other in every life you two have.

•The two of you always seem to be in the same timeline, each life, never straying too far from the other

•Karl always feels like time as stopped when he holds you in the morning

•The two of you are tied by fate, as some say, others say soulmates.

•When one of you leave, the other feels an aching in they're heart that doesn't go away until the other returns.

•Neither of you can go too long without seeing the other

•Karl remembers most of his previous lives he's had with you, and he sometimes references to said previous lives

•However sometimes Karl can't remember his previous lives with you, and seems them in dreams.

•One of the dreams was him dancing with someone he appeared to be lovers with, while whispering 'I love you, always and forever'

•Ever since he had that dream, he's always said 'Always and forever' after everyone 'I love you', which makes you confused

•He has sworn multiple times to never let anything but happen to you and he has stuck to his word.

•He sometimes feels older than he actually is when he's with you, but at the same time he feels like time is endless with you

•However in the end, he just hopes he gets another life with you, and another one after that, and so on, because he doesn't wanna loose you, ever.

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C!quackity:

We're totally not dating

•So you and quackity had been friends well before Las Nevadas was a thing, you had stood by him as his best friend for years, even through Manburg

•You had liked him for a while to say the least, but you wouldn't say anything because at the time, he was engaged with Sapnap and Karl

•You helped him build Las Nevadas, and a while after quackity divorced the two of them (and after he was entirely over them), you confessed.

•But Quackity has enemies, so while he accepted your confession, he didn't announce that he was dating you. He always called you his best friend while in public.

•However he would be more cautious while you were working around Las Nevadas and he'd always be the one helping you, even if someone else was helping you first

•He'd always be checking in on you or getting Slime to check in on you, which was weird for the rest of the Las Nevadas crew because, he said you're fully capable of handling yourself when they first joined, so what changed now?

•He'd also brush his hand against yours when he's having a meeting, which Foolish picked up on, but he didn't say anything because he didn't want to upset quackity

•Even when Foolish asked Slime about yours and Quackity's relationship, Slime only said that the two of you are great friends, which was a slight lie but Foolish didn't need to know that

•Slime also saw you sneaking into quackitys house (room?), When no-one else was around, which made slime have his suspicions

•Slime was the first to ask Quackity if the two of you were together, which caught him slightly off guard and made him slightly nervous

•Quackity still wouldn't vocally saw that the two of you were together, because if someone in Las Nevadas was a spy, they could use that against him and potentially hurt you in the process, which is the last thing he'd want to happen

•Another thing quackity did has get matching anklets, yours had a 'Q' carved into it and Quackitys had a [Your initial] carved into it, but he'd usually keep his hidden

•But if anyone saw it, he'd just say it was a gift from someone he use to know in the past

•Over time it'd become more clear to most that the two of you were dating but just didn't wanna say anything

•Quackity doesn't tell anyone at all that the two of you are dating, because he learnt in the past that things like that can end up hurting someone he cares about, but it's obvious for people who work with him that he cares more about you than anyone else, even if he never says it.

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