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marshmellowjay · 2 years

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Mcyt react to their Korean s/o's/friend's spicy food.

(2 posts in one day. Dayum. Also I will try and follow everyone who likes this post.)

My masterlist

Ft- Wilbur, Jack manifold, Dream, Sapnap, Bench trio

Wilbur

Honestly he loves anything you make. He really likes your tea too.

He isn't a big fan of spice but he will try it anyway just to see how it is.

Big mistake

Once he took a bite out of that blood red chicken he almost fainted.

He admits it tastes delicious but DAYUM that spice hit him HARD

He is tearing tf up but he keeps eating.

While your over there enjoying yourself like it's not even spicy

8/10 tasty but spicy is wilburs answer

Jack manifold

This was for a laugh you lose challenge

He asked you to make him one of your favorite spicy foods. So you did.

Again big mistake

He took one glance at it and looked at chat with regret in his eyes

Even chat felt bad

First time he laughed he immediately regretted it

Fuck

So he took two bites and sat there for a bit.

Jack sat there in silence. Then out of no where you came in and have him those pickled radish to help him once it kicked in.

He looked at you with questioning eyes but once you left.

THE SPICE FUCKING TACKLED HIS ASS

He started fucking crying and yelling.

Chat kept telling him to eat the cubes

Once he ate like 5 cubes the spice went down and he just sat there with chat rethinking his life choices

6/10 he would do it again but not in a while.

Dream & Sapnap

They only agreed because they saw you eating it like it was nothing. Plus it looked good.

Once a fucking gain BAD IDEA.

They had walked into the kitchen hungry when they saw you eating.

They asked what it is and you explained it's Spicy Korean beef soup

They asked if they can try it and you agreed. Making them a Bowl and then going back to eating yours

Now dream can handle spice but once he took a bite his tongue was on FIRE.

Sapnap took a bite as well and started coughing because of the spice

They both looked back at you to see you on your phone scrolling through Twitter eating it like nothing

They then looked back at each other and had regretful looks on there faces

It tastes amazing but what tf kind of spice tolerance do you have?!

They both just agreed on you not having taste buds due to burning them off.

Once they finished there food they Highfived and immediately went to drink some milk.

4/10 would do it again for a challenge but not on free will

Bench trio

You were cooking the rice cakes in the middle of their stream because you figured they would be hungry.

When you were done you walked in a gave them all plates

"Oooo~ smells spicy" Ranboo commented and he went out of camera view to eat.

"Mhm" tubbo agreed with a slightly scared voice

"Nice!" Tommy yelled.

You explained that it's a Korean snack called rice cakes and then gave them all pickled raddish

You then explained if it gets to spicy just eat the raddish

You left to eat on your own and they all then started eating on stream (besides ranboo)

After about 3 bites they all started to feel the burn

Ranboo was in PAIN he stopped eating after half of the plate but it still hurt to the point he had to eat the raddishes

Tubbo was basically crying and red-faced while eating. It took him a while to remember the raddishes

Tommy was the Least bothered but he was still red-faced. He finished his but he also ate some of the raddishes. He was breathing really hard the whole time lol

Chat was having a fun time watching them suffer haha

Tubbo- 7/10 tasty but overly spicy

Ranboo- 5/10 why must he suffer so

Tommy- 8/10 he loves the taste of them but it's so spicy.

#Korean reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #wilbur x reader #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #sapnap #dream #wilbur soot #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #Jessiesworks #mcyt reaction

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mangobubbletea7 · 1 year

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Remember the DSMP/MCYT citizen memes? I think we should make ones like those again but it’s just memes predicting what we’ll be posting about as a fandom or as ex-fandom members in like a decade from now. Here are my first contenders:

• Not my coworker asking if I saw who the new Vice Presidential frontrunner is and me looking it up to see that it’s fucking ConnorEatsPants HELP 💀💀💀

• “Living life peacefully. Remembering BadBoyHalo has 4 kids now” jumpscare meme.

• Has anyone else seen that trending law firm ad for Quackity’s new practice? Crazy that he got Mr. Beast in there, I thought he hadn’t left the bunker for 3 years? Or did they film it in the Beast™️ Underground Content Room?

• Tubbo: “Tommy it’s time for the 48th origins SMP reboot”

Tommy: “Yes honey”

• LOVEJOY AT THE MET GALA THIS YEAR?????

• Guys! I’m eating my apocalypse rations and I think Michael McChill was just behind me in line. I couldn’t really tell because of all the smog but it sounded like him,,, small world I guess. If I see him again I’ll start humming Mamma Mia to find out

• If I had a nickle for every time a former DSMP member won a Nobel Prize, I’d only have 2 nickles but it’s weird that it happened twice

• Anyone remember when Hasan started that IRL gardening stream trend? And then Karl started showing up on HGTV landscaping shows? That was a weirdly entertaining spring.

• the jerma-jack manifold collab channel is pretty strange tbh but it’s funnier than i thought it’d be

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #dsmpblr #mcytblr #tommyinnit #Tubbo #connoreatspants #quackity #Jack manifold #michael mcchill #badboyhalo #I’m glad of the characterization I’ve got here I feel like it’s accurate #mango speaks sometimes

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cmyknoise · 2 years

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Posting the thing I wrote about an apology to c!Niki before the stream & adding to it because it still stands. (some of these are in future tense because it was written before the stream).

I do think c!Niki deserves an apology of some kind, but with confirmation that there are only two c!Wilbur streams left I think there are far more important strings left that need tied up.

c!Wilbur’s worst things he’d done to Niki is tied to November 16th and the fact that he left many, many people alone in the wake of his death. With Niki in particular it would’ve hurt much more because they’d spoken not long before and Wilbur had even left her with gifts.

HOWEVER; I think it would be awful to have Wilbur apologize for the hurt he caused after killing himself. It hurt people, it hurt them greatly, but apologizing for killing himself is not the way to go.

Not to mention that Niki was not the only one hurt by his death, but to cope she proceeded to blame all of her hurt and pain upon Wilbur and Tommy, and since she could not take it out on Wilbur, she took it out on Tommy in multiple attempts to kill him, when he’d done nothing to her to deserve it.

(Jack Manifold also attempted to kill Tommy, however his blame of Tommy was not misplaced anger from anyone else. His was a revenge act for Tommy taking a canon life during exile and his feelings of feeling abandoned by a friend. It is also in large parts unjustified, but Jack’s beef lied with Tommy. Niki’s lied with Wilbur).

An apology to Niki not only would be difficult to do as the hurt he caused was the aftermath of him taking his own life, but as we’ve seen with his reaction to Dream and the information of how he’d hurt Tommy over and over, if Wilbur were to find out what Niki had done there would likely be no apology at all, and if one did take place and Niki has yet to even remotely apologize to Tommy for what she’d done to him, it would end up leaving more lose ends than we’d begun with.

Niki has since moved on from her actions and the hurt from Wilbur. When Phil mentioned some people will not accept apologies and Wilbur will have to leave them alone, many have assumed this would be about Niki. If this is the case, I think it would be better to just leave her alone. An apology would not only be bringing up actions she’d moved on from up again

Additions after the Stream below vv

That didn’t go as horribly as it could’ve with their interaction (I was dreading a more combative interaction, luckily it was not), however the apology and conversation felt empty. It’s simply another case of c!Wilbur speaking and saying about 100 red flags and his so called friends or past friends just say “okay! i accept/don’t accept you’re apology! it was nice knowing you goodbye :)”

which. it was no wonder only two people even bothered to try and stop him the first time he tried to blow himself up (quackity & tommy) but it’s. getting to a sort of ridiculous degree that people look at him with rose tinted glasses of apprehensiveness or nostalgia that they don’t see the red arrows pointing at him that say help.

c!eret still thinks he’s the great leader he was in l’manburg and not a broken man who thinks he’s the cause of everyone’s problems and undeserving of life.

c!tubbo and c!niki hesitantly forgive him for his past doings because they’ve moved on, they accept his apology because they’ve moved on, and do nothing more.

wilbur thinks his death and even limbo being hellish is of his own fault.

as funny as some moments were today, and as tragic as it was that another person died, i do think there’s once again another case of no one notices that he doesn’t plan to simply go on a road trip after these apologies. he’s saying goodbye in a way he knows (or assumes) he wont be alive to be able to see them again, because he thinks him being dead would be better.

he’s even distancing himself from the only people who would notice these red flags, and by his own admition purposefully, and he won’t even get to say goodbye to the person who would care the most because he’s scared of causing pain.

i feel like this stream was just. more and more red flags and i fear the outcome of the last stream as i hope on everything that wilbur stating months ago that his ending would be bittersweet but positive and stating that he knows how important the message his character holds means he’s not going to die.

but unless that stream is an hour or more long i don’t know how this can all get wrapped up.

i think today’s stream could’ve been done with someone like quackity or tommy or someone who would set in motion being suspicious of his wording rather than accepting the goodbye and leaving.

#dsmp #dream smp #fandom critical #c!niki crit #<- idk if this applies but just in case #wilbur soot #lemon's stuff

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antimony-medusa · 1 year

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Ao3 Wrapped

I like numbers so here I am delving into my works again!

Overall stats for 2022!

User Subscriptions: 92

Kudos: 2,157

Comment Threads: 331

Bookmarks: 599

Subscriptions: 370

Word Count: 175,660

That’s an increase from last year on every metric, which is not entirely surprising considered that I’m more established and that I wrote starting in January, not May.

I am particularly honoured by that user subscription stat, and delighted by the word count. I had several months in there when writing was Very Difficult for various reasons, and some where I didn’t write at all, so very pleased to make it that high.

Fun Stats

Fics Published: 25, for 175,660 words

Number of One-Shots: 20 (of which 9 are at or around 1k and close enough to single-scene that I’d consider them “short”. Treats and drabbles. )

Number of Multi-Chapters: 5, (only one of which is finished :sob:, and the highest chapter count on the other is five chapters, I seriously need to stop doing exchanges and finish some ongoings.)

Number of Inspired Works: 1, a multi-chapter jumping off of a one-shot.

Longest Fic: My Body Has A Number And My Face Has A Name, at 34,777 words and 3 chapters, my very long-neglected superhero AU.

Shortest Fic: If I See You, Will I Know, 700 words (a single scene and the max word count allowed by the exchange).

Most Kudosed Fic: Now I'm On My Way (So Stand On The Edge Of The World With Me), 453 kudos (WHAT)

Most Viewed Fic: My Body Has A Number And My Face Has A Name 9,736 hits. (Okay I feel Very Bad for abandoning this one but there was some life stuff.)

Most Subscribed Fic: My Body Has A Number And My Face Has A Name , 174 subscriptions (I have got to write more of this one so people who’ve left the fandom can unsubscribe and get this one back under control).

Most Bookmarked Fic: My Body Has A Number And My Face Has A Name, 140 bookmarks, but the nether AU is coming up close with 109 bookmarks!

Most Used Fandom: Dream SMP, with 17 fics in that tag WE HAVE A CANON FANDOM TAG NOW.

Least Used Fandom: A tie between Origins SMP, Murderbot Diaries, Books of the Raksura, Video Blogging RPF (Vault Hunters), Uncategorized (Philza Hardcore), or Original Work, all with one fic each.

Most Used Rating: Teen, 18 fics

Least Used Rating: Gen, 2 fics

Most Written Relationship: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, 10 fics.

Most Used Additional Tag: Fluff (guys I told you I was a fluff writer.)

Most Frequently Used Characters:

Philza (15)

Technoblade (13)

Wilbur Soot (9)

Tubbo (7)

Ranboo (7)

Tommyinnit (6)

Original Characters (3)

Niki Nihachu (3)

Jack Manifold (2)

A good year!

#ao3 wrapped - author edition #My writing

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cinnamon-fam-studios · 2 years

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"be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?" dsmp au idea

yes the title is from "Black Parade" by Chemical Romance

lets start the explanation of this is au

Okay so this a octopusduo au aka Niki & Tommy.

Niki is a fallen angel who befriends Wilbur (who thought she was a avian with a quirky headpiece) and Technoblade ( who knows shes a fallen angel but just doesn't say anything about it). She hangs around them and their makeshift family. This includes a demon boy that was taken under the Wilbur's wing named Tommy.

Tommy is very rebellious and mischievous (as expected) who was discovered near a nether portal by Wilbur. He brought him home to his father, Philza (the angel of death), who was very hesitant to welcome him in but accepted seeing how much Wilbur adored Tommy. Though this didn't mean he was going to call him his son.

When Niki and Tommy first meet, he was hostile since she was new person and seemed very angelic (which was /neg in his eyes) but he the two began to become great friends after awhile. Niki then began to see behind the walls that Tommy put around him and realized he was just a misunderstood and lonely kid.

When they group moved into the Smp and started L'manburg, things seemed be somewhat looking up until Dream was heavily enforcing a certain "law": No flying. Which seemed easy on the outside. The civils who did had flight abilities kept themselves grounded by hiding or binding them down. Since L'manburg refused to follow the rules civically, they had to get rougher. Lives and agreements were threatened if they didn't follow them rules.

Wilbur bitterly clipped his flight feathers (knowing they will grow back) while Niki binded hers together (not wanting to risk the little divinity she had left). The only trouble they had with this is Tommy's wings, which weren't feathered. He kept them hidden most of the time but he was very expressive and they occasionally slipped out. This wasn't much of a issue until years later, when he was exiled.

During that time period, while in exile, Dream forcefully took Tommy's ability. He ripped the skin from his wings maliciously and leaving the young boy pained in multiple ways. The skin would grow back but it was awfully painful in the moment, forcing Tommy to never use his wings for a very long time.

The first people to find out about this was Ranboo and Niki, who were rightfully horrified. Ranboo was comforting Tommy about while Niki went into a rage. Everything about that completely wrong. No one should have experienced that. She had to go through it once and having it happen to someone else that was once close to her made her blood boiled.

(Side tide bit: Niki's wings were ripped away from her when she originally fell but the god she was serving thought it was too cruel so they gave them back to her but in the most painfully way every. Aka she had a new pair literal grow and ripped out of her back after a year of not having them)

So after Ranboo left, Niki told Tommy that she wasn't going to let him stay in the Smp. Dream may be in prison but they still weren't allowed to fly, which was wrong. She planned a runaway plan with him, along with the help of Captain Puffy and Jack Manifold. They (+ Manifold) left the Smp on a Puffy's spare boat for new lands.

They lived along side the sea just a a three day trip away from the Smp, only returning to visit their friends. During one of those visits, Wilbur comes to life and starts living with Phil and Techno in the artic. Though, he starts wondering where Tommy is (since he played a part in his revival) but forgets about him since he's fooling around with Las Nevadas and helping Techno with breaking Dream out of prison.

When Dream does eventually get out and tries to go after Tommy, but Niki is the one to get to him instead of Phil. She takes him to a temporary base near Techno's house, which is where they get confronted by Wilbur (Phil is there too).

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This all I have to offer rn for this idea but have these notes until

I can think of more

#mcyt #dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp niki #dsmp nihachu #dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #au prompt #au idea #octopus duo #alternative universe #fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt tumblr #fic writing #fic stuff

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malachiexists13 · 1 year

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[Crimeboys] Faded

CHARACTER/S: Wilbur Soot [He/Him] || Ghostbur [He/Him] || Tommyinnit [He/Him] ||

PROMPT/GENRE: Ghost/Angst

REASON FOR WRITING: bludobyy’s SBI Prompt List - Day 4: Ghost

WORD COUNT: 1888

//TW:

- Spoilers for Dream SMP Events; Canonical Character Death, Wilbur’s Revival; Ghostbur’s Death; Tommy’s Death; Wilbur’s Death; L’Manburg’s Creation; War; Mention of c!Dream; Detailed Description of Wounds; Mentioned c!Tubbo; Mentioned c!Ranboo; Mentioned c!Technoblade;

DISCLAIMER: Dream SMP is a Minecraft Survival turned Roleplay created by a homeless teletubby and his friends. Author is a teenager suffering with crippling anxiety and autism who uses writing as an outlet. This is not canon. This is merely fanfiction.

SUMMARY: He never considered the consequences. And now, Ghostbur is gone.

DATE WRITTEN: December 10, 2022

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Empty and hollow. Like a piece of his heart had vanished. Sure, Wilbur was back. The only reason he had even agreed to putting Dream in prison, was to bring Wilbur back. But he hadn’t thought of the price he’d have to pay. He never considered the consequences. And now, Ghostbur is gone. Maybe, maybe things would be better this way. But was it worth it?

Tommy could still remember it like it was yesterday. Building the hto dog van. Sitting on the bench with Tubbo. Laughing and spending time with Wilbur and Tubbo. Hanging out with Eret, Fundy, Niki, Jack Manifold.. Back when it was all simple. Back when it was just him and Tubbo against the world. Back when L’Manburg was still his home, Wilbur’s unfinished symphony.

Why couldn’t it be simple? Why did Dream have to fight? Why did they decide L’Manburg had to go? Why couldn’t this server ever have nice things, enjoy an ounce of peace or quiet? It was like as soon as one conflict ended, another would begin. It was a vicious cycle of good and bad, heartache and grief, death and life. But the question was… Why?

Tommy remembered how the Manburg Rebellion ended. He remembered all the events clearly. Tubbo’s execution. The pit. President Schlatt’s heart attack. Technoblade’s betrayal. Philza’s arrival. Wilbur’s death.

He remembered the way the ground shook before it was all gone. He remembered how it felt, running back onto the battlefield with his gear, the ground shaking, and the smell of intensive gunpowder as fireworks and TNT exploded around him. The loud noise drowned out the cries and screams of all those locked in fierce combat. He remembered looking towards where the podium once stood, the way the TNT had shattered away the earth, revealing the little stone room inside.

There stood Wilbur and his father, Phil. Scrabbled all over the walls were the lyrics of the anthem, just barely legible in Wilbur’s insanity. It was difficult to hear, but Wilbur seemed to be shouting at Phil as the winged-man stared at him in uncomfortable disbelief. The next thing Tommy knew, there was a sword thrust through Wilbur’s chest, ripping through the fabric of his brown trench coat as it went clean through his flesh. The sword being stained in crimson, held firmly in the grip of Wilbur’s own father. He was gone. Just like that.

And with that, the War ended. Technoblade left, presumed to never be seen again. Tubbo became L’Manburg’s President with Tommy as his vice. And Wilbur came back. But not as himself. Rather, he returned as a ghost of his younger self who asked to be called ‘Ghostbur,’ but claimed he was fine with still being called Wilbur. He just asked that people accept that he wasn’t Wilbur.

Ghostbur was a strange creature. He looked and sounded just like a younger version of Wilbur Soot. But the apparition wasn’t really much like the former President. He only remembered the ‘good’ things, memories that Wilbur had considered happy. All his other memories faded, the ‘bad’ and unhappy firmly dissipated. And any time someone told him of Wilbur’s past actions, the horrid atrocities he committed, Ghostbur would forget. Failing to recall these memories later when questioned.

It was inconvenient at most. Tommy felt as though his brother figure was still gone. He couldn’t tell Ghostbur anything serious. The ghost would either misinterpret or forget. And it was especially bad when Exile occurred.

The catalyst for Tommy’s Exile happened when someone new joined the server. Ranboo, a strange creature whose colors were split in half. One side black, the other white, with mismatched red and green eyes to match. Dressed in a crown and suit. Tommy wasn’t too fond of Ranboo in the beginning, but during the worst period of his life, Ranboo was the only help he really had.

It all started when Ranboo and Tommy robbed and burnt King George’s Holiday Home. Technically speaking, that’d have not much effect on L’Manburg itself. George may have been a former vice of L’Manburg, but he was never a citizen. However, the Greater Essempi demanded that L’Manburg provide some compensation for the attack on the server’s King. As a result, Tommy was removed as Vice President and put on probation while Ranboo received no punishment, due to Tommy lying and covering for them.

But this wasn’t enough for Dream. He refused to accept Tommy’s punishment. He believed that he deserved a worse and unfair punishment for his crime. In order to get his way, Dream demanded that Tommy be exiled from L’Manburg. Or else, he’d build obsidian walls around the miniscule country and refuse to let them leave.

Poor, sweet Tubbo had always been a pushover back then. And in an attempt to stop others from undermining his authority, he gave into the enemy. He allowed Dream to walk all over him, and he exiled Tommy, his own best friend, from L’Manburg, a country he’d founded. …Tommy never really seemed the same after his time in Exile, alone with nothing but the ghost of his brother, but he tried.

During Exile, Ghostbur really did try his best. Even if he didn’t fully understand the severity of the situation, even if he mistook it for a Holiday, he still tried. He tried to be there for Tommy, he tried to comfort him, he even went as far as to give him a compass that pointed directly to Tubbo. But even so, it wasn’t enough. And his naivety allowed Dream to undermine the ghost.

When Tommy chose to have a beach party, for some kind of excuse to see his friends once more. He made the mistake of giving the invitations to Ghostbur to hand out. But instead, Dream lied to the ghost, taking the invitations and burning them, all after he told Ghostbur to go wander in the snow. Ghostbur melts in the rain, in the ice, in the snow, in the cold in general. Was Dream trying to kill him? To get rid of what was possibly the only thing keeping Tommy from befalling to his control? …Who knows. Yet fortunately, Ghostbur found his way to Technoblade’s cabin. Right on the eve of the Butcher Army coming to imprison Techno and execute him. …Did Ghostbur ever do anything useful? Or had he always been so childish?

Yet Ghostbur’s existence hadn’t lasted long. Only a mere six months. Shortly after the events within Pandora’s Vault, the events in which Tommy had been trapped and brutally beaten to death by his abuser within, so much changed. Tommy was no longer the same energetic and loud boy he’d once been. That usually bright light to his appearance had now gone out like a flame in the rain, leaving him dull and hollow.

A white streak permanently burnt into his now dulled golden hair, all the life in his bright blue eyes long dead, and the scars that littered skin became more and more noticeable. Especially the rippling gash along his forehead, trailing down the side of his face. The dried blood that seeped into the skin around his wounds and scarring. Maybe it was pity that was the reason Ghostbur, Tubbo, and Ranboo agreed to go along with Tommy’s plan to kill Dream. Or maybe it was fear of the revival power the false God held.

But of course, Tommy’s plan failed. When did any of his ideas ever go to plan?

“Tommy! Please.. You said I would be okay!” Ghostbur shouted, clutching at the sleeves of his yellow sweater as hot tears burned his skin. This was a bad idea. The worst he’d ever indulged in. Why did he agree to this? Why had he agreed to help Tommy sneak into the prison? Why why why why WHY?!

Ghostbur watched as the Warden, Sam, shouted as Tommy. He watched as Tommy panicked, trying to help Ghostbur remain calm all while ignoring the anger-filled scolding Sam attempted to scream at him. Ghostbur felt his blood run cold as he heard the bare footsteps against cold obsidian. Ghostbur felt everything around him pause, as a dirty, scarred hand reached around and grabbed him by the collar of his sweater.

And then. He felt nothing. Only for a moment. Until his eyes opened, and he was on a train. The loud blaring of the horn and the sounds of scraping against the tracks echoed in his ears. Where was he? Why was he here? The train came to a halt, and a familiar dirty and scarred hand grabbed him again. Throwing him onto the platform as soon as the doors slid open. And he saw someone. He saw a man, a man whose face he saw every time he looked into the mirror only more filled with life, staring down at him with widened eyes. Almost as if he had no clue what he was looking at.

But then, the man got onto the train. And the train left. Leaving Ghostbur alone. Leaving Ghostbur in the dark. Leaving him to wither away into the same nothingness he’d be born of.

Tommy regretted that day. Tears rolling down his face like a loose faucet as he watched the ghost of his brother die. As he heard the beeping from his communicator indicating someone had died. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be true. Ghostbur couldn’t be gone. Wilbur couldn’t be back. No no no no no NO.

Tommy felt himself go numb. Not hearing the laughter that befell Dream’s lips. Not hearing the shouting that came from Sam. Not listening to the way Sam shouted that Tommy should be dead. He just walked. He just left, making sure to grab Friend as he went. Oh how he was dreading facing his best friends once again.

Their reactions were expected, predictable. He had no reason to be shocked. He could see in their gazes the way that they wanted to question him, wanted to ask what had happened in there, why Ghostbur wasn’t with him, why the communicator had gone off. But he said nothing. Tommy only walked. His feet carrying him in the direction of the glass-covered crater that had once been L’Manburg.

He knew what was to happen. He knew what happened when someone got revived. And he knew that if Dream had really revived Wilbur, then they’d find him in the ruins of where that damned button had laid. In the damned ruins of where his own father had stabbed him. A part of him silently hoped that when they got there, he’d see nothing. That there would be nothing there. But the universe had never been kind to Tommyinnit.

Dread filled his gut. Was it wrong to say that he didn’t want to see his brother-figure alive again? That a part of him preferred the ghost over the real thing? Oh, if only.. The ghost was long gone. And Wilbur was here. Maybe things would change. Maybe the memories wouldn’t be so bloodied and faded. Maybe.. Just maybe this would be another chance at happiness. Maybe Wilbur would be different now. Maybe they could go back to the good old days. Back when Tommy was still himself. Back when Wilbur listened and heard him. Maybe things would be different now.

…When had Ghostbur’s naivety rubbed off on him?

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp oneshot #c!wilbur #c!wilbursoot #c!wilbur soot #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!tommyinnit #ghostbur #c!ghostbur

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mikesavagenewcanaan · 11 months

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Mike Savage New Canaan Top Five Classic Muscle Cars

Today the term muscle car refers for all sorts of cars with large engines and great performance. However, "back in the day" it described mid-sized automobiles that had big engines stuffed between the fender wells. Corvettes, Camaros, and Mustangs were not considered muscle cars by the purists. Even today many gear heads only consider the mid sized cars from the 1960's as true muscle cars. Everything else is a sports car, pony car or just a plain old car.

So what was the most important of these original muscle cars? We have chosen five of the most popular cars for a retro comparison to determine the king of the hill. The selectees are the 1961 Chevy Impala SS, the 1964 Pontiac GTO, the 1964 Ford Fairlane, the 1966 Dodge Charger and the 1968 Plymouth Road Runner. Let the showdown begin.

1961 Chevy Impala SS

Many consider this the first true muscle car. A 409 cubic inch motor was dropped into the Chevy Impala and a legend was made. With the help of the Beach Boys and their song about the car ('She's so fine, my four-oh-nine') it became an icon for the baby boomers. Chevy's marketing for the car described it as designed "for young men on the move...(who) won't settle for less than REAL driving excitement."

Mike Savage New Canaan

Performance was very good for the era with Motor Trend driving one from zero to sixty on seven seconds and completing the quarter mile in 14 seconds at 98 mph. The car became a legend.

1964 Pontiac GTO

The GTO was another marketing success for General Motors. Although the car was not the fastest car on the market it quickly became successful as an all a round muscle car. It was relatively affordable, relatively fast and relatively handsome. Many consider it the first modern muscle car. Although that is debatable, it is definitely the first successful muscle car in terms of sales.

Performance was very good with Car Life and Motor Trend both measuring zero to sixty times of less than seven seconds and quarter mile times of around 14 seconds.

1964 Ford Fairlane

In 1964 the Fairlane was redesigned and the tail fins were removed. Other improvements included upgrades to the suspension in order to improve ride-quality. Interior enhancements included full carpeting for the floors and turn signals that turned themselves off after the steering wheel was turned. However, the big news for 1964 was the Thunderbolt. The Thunderbolt was one of fastest dragsters ever produced by a manufacturer. Ford stuffed a heavily modified 427 cubic inch engine with two four-barrel carburetors mounted on a high-riser manifold into the relatively light weight Fairlane. The car had a ram-air induction system with air vents mounted in openings in the grill left by deleting the inboard headlights.

Other modifications included: equal-length headers, a trunk-mounted battery, fiberglass hood, doors, fenders and front bumper, Plexiglass windows, and other lightweight options included deleting the rear door window winders, carpeting, radio, sealant, sun visors, armrests, jack, lug wrench, heater, soundproofing, and passenger side windshield wiper. Performance was amazing. Gas Ronda dominated NHRA's 1964 World Championship by running his Thunderbolt through the quarter mile in 11.6 seconds at 124 mph. Later, the NHRA changed the rules to require 500 models of a car to be manufactured for Super Stock competition, and Ford, which had been losing $1500 to $2000 on each Thunderbolt sold at the sticker price of $3900, gave up. In the end, it was the NHRA and its ability to change the rules that stopped the Ford from dominating the drag strips for many years.

Although the Fairlane faded form Ford's performance spotlight as the Mustang took off. It came back in 1966 and 67 as a very nice looking car. Large engines 'encouraged' great performance numbers also.

1966 Dodge Charger

Although it resembled a Coronet with a fastback, the production Charger carried design cues from the Charger II concept car. Both maintained the swoopy fastback that was very popular during the mid-sixties. The electric shaver grill used fully rotating headlights that when opened or closed made the grill look like one-piece. Inside, the Charger used four individual bucket seats with a full length console from front to rear. The rear seats and console pad also folded down which allowed for more cargo room inside. In the rear the full length taillights carried the Charger name.

The car was radically different than anything else on the road and when fitted with a street Hemi it was one of the fastest cars on the road. A Hemi equipped car could do zero to sixty in less than seven seconds and the quarter mile in about 14 seconds. It was a big and radically designed car. And best of al, it was fast.

1968 Plymouth Road Runner

By 1968, muscle cars had become fast, luxurious and expensive. The young people that consisted of the primary market for these types of transportation had been priced out of the market. Plymouth recognized this and exploited to its fullest potential. First, the stripped down a Belvedere to its most basic form and then gave it a large motor. Then the marketing department found a simple way to change the image of the car from that of a bare bones racer to a unique automobile. A popular cartoon character and a unique horn was all that was need to bring this car to the masses.

The Road runner was an instant success. The combination of affordability plus outstanding performance had won the day again. Performance was remarkable with 13 second times for the Hemi and 15 second times for the base engine in the quarter mile.

The Winner

All five of these muscle cars were trend setters in their day. But the one that appeals to this author as the greatest of the early muscle cars is the 1966 Dodge Charger. It was a radical departure from the past with its fast back design and the four passenger bucket seats. It just looked like a muscle car. Performance was strong and the price was reasonable. The 1961 Chevy Impala Super Sport is a close second and if more had been made it may have actually won this little compression.

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savagenewcanaan · 11 months

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Michael Savage New Canaan Top Five Classic Muscle Cars

Today the term muscle car refers for all sorts of cars with large engines and great performance. However, "back in the day" it described mid-sized automobiles that had big engines stuffed between the fender wells. Corvettes, Camaros, and Mustangs were not considered muscle cars by the purists. Even today many gear heads only consider the midsized cars from the 1960's as true muscle cars. Everything else is a sports car, pony car or just a plain old car.

1961 Chevy Impala SS

Michael Savage New Canaan

Performance was very good for the era with Motor Trend driving one from zero to sixty on seven seconds and completing the quarter mile in 14 seconds at 98 mph. The car became a legend.

1964 Pontiac GTO

Performance was very good with Car Life and Motor Trend both measuring zero to sixty times of less than seven seconds and quarter mile times of around 14 seconds.

1964 Ford Fairlane

Savage New Canaan

1966 Dodge Charger

1968 Plymouth Road Runner

The Winner

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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One More Step Before the Fall

by Whispering_rose

Wilbur was gone.

Tubbo only had one life left.

Tommy blinked tears out of his eyes as he let out a hysterical laugh. His hand shook as it hovered over a wooden button to end it all.

“It was supposed to be our L’manburg, Wilbur,” he hissed, his bandaged hand quivering. A firework went off, and screams followed, but this time they didn’t stop.

Tommy let out a breath, gaze steady for the first time in weeks. His fingers were inches from touching the button now.

“What are you doing?” Nihachu asked, and Tommy’s body froze.

The story of Pogtopia takes a dark turn when Wilbur dies early, leaving Tommy to shatter in what’s left of his brother's footsteps.

Words: 1454, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of my dream smp fics :D

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Floris | Fundy, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Darryl Noveschosch, Sam | Awesamdude, Luke | Punz, Karl Jacobs, Jack Manifold

Additional Tags: Manberg-Pogtopia War on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Pogtopia on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Exiled TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Villain TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Niki | Nihachu, Protective Niki | Nihachu, Niki | Nihachu and Toby Smith | Tubbo are Siblings, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu and Wilbur Soot are Siblings, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade is Bad at Feelings (Video Blogging RPF), Goat Hybrid Toby Smith | Tubbo, Blood and Injury, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Death, This is a dark fic read with caution, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Manipulative Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo Needs a Hug, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38819550

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt

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420technoblazeit · 2 years

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ik it's been contradicted in canon multiple times but im still in love with the idea that after your last canon death your body stays instead of immediately disappearing

schlatt's body was not left in the caravan. hours after the war had ended bad stopped by to collect his parts, hesitant to let even him rot in that place where everything had begun. the funeral is a trainwreck. no modicum of respect is given to the man who had destroyed so many lives and in hindsight having an open casket service might have been a mistake. puffy, who had never met schlatt, winces as they treat him like a puppet, a prop instead of a dead body. she is an outsider. too late to bear witness to the death of someone vaguely familiar and yet not at all. but she still sees the bitterness behind quackity's words and the cold anger in his eyes and decides it is not her place to say anything. her chair is empty before anyone can notice. by the end of it even his picture is marked by arrows. and the casket holds less weight than it should

the button room becomes a tomb. once the knowledge of what happened there becomes known, it is sealed and avoided. and thus wilbur is not granted the honor that even schlatt was given. to have a grave, to be worthy of remembrance. it remains untouched for days until ghostbur stumbles into it, knees scraped and bleeding. he sees a man propped up against the wall. his hair is curled and matted against the hard stone, fingertips tinged by ash where ghostbur's are stained blue. a slight smile rests on his face. there is still pity left there, in those cold empty eyes that are and aren't ghostbur's own. it is not for himself. and with a shiver he stares at his own body and remembers that cold slick sword in his own chest and tears on his face. he does not remember if it was his or his father's. ghostbur's cheeks sting. and phil calls him from outside the room before he can ponder the matter any further

there is no rain when mexican dream is murdered. a boy and a tyrant are the only witnesses to his death and it would be poetic enough if his life were a story, a cautionary tale about the dangers of pointless disobedience and rebellion. but his life had been neither of those things. and now it is simply no more. tommy has only a moment to process his only ally in this place, the only friend who had bothered to speak up for him, being murdered in cold blood before dream is picking up the body and hoisting it over his shoulder. whatever items were spilled are collected into a chest. and tommy is forced to scrub the traces of him that remain from logstedshire as dream leaves. he is alone once more. and the sound of md's laughter does not linger

jack manifold is not the first to fall to technoblade's sword. he doesn't know what he was thinking, really. no one but dream is a match for techno's skill with a blade. but standing there in the shambles of a country he had given himself to a lifetime ago, jack didn't care. he remembers lunging with a sword he had only ever used to shield himself and a blur of movement. in the end he hardly even no felt the blow that killed him. jack remembers shock freezing him in place, followed by a sense of loneliness and anger. white hot anger that techno would escape unscathed, not even knicked by a sword as jack became just another notch on his belt. the second, least impressive one of the day. and then that rage was replaced by real heat as jack fell, grasping for something to stop his descent. something that would not be there. he does not know how long it takes to get back. but when he does it is in that same place he first died and his fingernails are splintered and cracked. there is still dirt under them and the flesh at his fingertips have turned rotten. and he limps home with broken ribs and burnt skin that will not be soothed for weeks

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #jschlatt #wilbur soot #mexican dream #jack manifold #420 squeals #character analysis #idk what this is just an excercise in writing ig? wanted to see if i still had it in me to write blockmen like this and apparently i do so #big pog. htere are so many creative liberties here so i kinda wanna do an author's note #1. i have a hc that puffy knew schlatt in some capacity whether they were siblings or cousins or smth and she just doesnt remember bc of #her amnesia from the boat accident. i figure if she doesnt even remember her mom she doesnt remember other people either #but yeah the funeral was wild to look back on especially how quickly big q shifted into lore mode afterwards #2. the part with ghostbur is actually from a vod! i cant remember when i think it was during tommy's stream while they were rebuilding new #lmanburg ghostbur fell through a hole where they walled off the button room and he was all confused about where he was? phil and tommy told #him to get out of there i just. have some thoughts about that ig. it had interesting implications from a lore perspective #3. this is not accurate to the vod at all. mexican dream was dubiously canon when he first appeared and even his death was played for #laughs but big q later canonized it so yeah ig. dream DID collect all his items and put it in a chest though and afterwards he and tommy #got rid of all the less canon stuff including md's pictures though so i included it #4. i still kinda hold the opinion that while doomsday itself wasnt all that good the impact it had on each character was. jack's chestplate #literally broke as techno killed him in the duel so i took it as him being killed by a blow to the chest after his armour broke. idk cool #coincidence yk what i mean? also this is the first time i saw the clip of jack 'in limbo' man really saw the server glitch out and send him #into the void and went hold on wait a secodn a i can work with this huh? king sh1t tbh i didnt know i had so many thoughts about his death #until i wrote this lmao #death tw #gore tw #blood tw #lmk if i need to tag anything else ig #long post

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kitsu-katsu · 2 years

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Anyway, casual reminder that Niki tried to kill Tommy and blame Tubbo for the death

Casual reminder that she manipulated Jack Manifold into joining her in the plan by saying that all the ex-l'manburgians were bad and didn't care about him when he tried to say that Tubbo was alright

Casual reminder that the only reason she didn't end Tommy and leave Tubbo guilt-ridden for life was because Tommy talked so much that they missed the fucking nuke

Casual reminder that the l'manburgians always offered her a place to stay that she turned away from only to say that they left her

They even provided her armor during doomsday (more than a month after Schlatt) when she said that Schlatt taxed her, only for her to tell Fundy that it was a plan to sabotage then and deprive them of resources

Casual reminder that all the l'manburgians always cared about her so much they'd rearrange their cabinet for her and they'd get into a war if her pets were killed

Casual reminder that Wilbur always cared so much about her. Casual reminder that the only reason she "was left in Manburg" was because it wasn't safe to bring her to Pogtopia yet, and the moment it became safe enough, they brought her in. Casual reaminder that as soon as he thought that Schlatt would kill Niki, Wilbur being a fugitive, ran straight into Manburg to put himself forward as a shield, to say "if you're gonna kill anyone else, kill me", on his final life too

Casual reminder that Wilbur never gave her empty promises and did all that he could for her. Casual reminder that when Wilbur "left" he actually committed suicide

Casual reminder that the way in which she repaid all their kindness was first running away, then going back to deprive them of resources during a war, then burning down the L'mantree which was a symbol of L'manburg itself, then tried to kill Tommy and blame it on Tubbo while manipulating Jack, got some time alone, joined the anarchists, cheered along with Techno at the news of Tommy's death, decided that Phil's house was now "her safe space" after like one visit, got pissy that Wilbur was revived and had been in "her safe space" (his fucking dad's home, mind you), and then proceeded to talk absolute false shit about him for a long while (while Phil cheered and encouraged some of it during Techno's birthday party)

And then she just left for another fucking SMP

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cowboyx2 · 3 years

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the history of blood that follows c!tubbo is so fucking scary?? he’s was a spy, a “right hand man” to not one but two corrupt men, the president of a failing nation, an executioner, a solider. he’s gone through shit after shit and he’s still fucking here

he was the one to stay with l’manburg the longest, he’s one of the only members of original l’manburg who made it out alive and didn’t have to be revived. he’s seen bloodshed and war firsthand, he’s caused bloodshed. he might not have canonically killed anyone but he sure as hell has drawn blood

jack, wilbur and tommy died and tubbos still here. tubbo has to live with the fact that he’s gonna die someday or watch everyone around him die. and tubbo KNOWS there’s no way he’s getting revived, he doesn’t want to be, dreams the one who has the book and that man wants him dead, tried to kill him. even if dream would revive him, he doesn’t want to be brought back from the dead, he’s seen wilbur and tommy. he’s said it himself, he’s done enough on the sever, he’s ready. he’s seen too much blood...

tubbos been there for every execution, been at the center of all three, stopped one once. he got executed, infront of everyone, in what was supposed to be his home he died. tubbo trusted his allies and friends but in the end who he thought wouldn’t hurt him did. yet he forgave techno, can’t fight allies when a wars going on.

each execution he was there, techno’s, his, dreams. the only one that worked was his. he planned for blood and every execution blood was spelt. quackitys at techno’s and tommy and tubbo at dreams (their fight in the community house).

tubbo knows war. he’s person on the sever who’s probably went through the most bloodshed. he never got an “out”, tommy was exiled, wilbur died, jack had manifold land, niki and fundy didn’t always fight, tubbo did though. from the disc wars to l’manburg all the way to doomsday, he’s been there. when tubbo goes to war people die, when tubbos in charge people die, when tubbos there people die. it’s not always by his doing but he sees it, it’s his fault.

through everything tubbos still here, war after war hes the only one who made it. he’s only got one life left but he’s not letting go quite yet, even if he’s tired. he might not have a country to protect or any items of specific value but he’s fucking angry. TUBBO DIDNT GET TO BE ANGRY. he was fucking taught to keep it all inside, when he was a spy he didn’t get a choice, when he was a soldier there were more important things.

so someday he’s gonna get angry, when he’s “not supposed to” and everyone’s gonna pay, there’s gonna be more blood. this time it’s gonna be by his hand, he doesn’t get to watch, he’s gonna cause it and sure. sure, it’ll be his fault but by then he’s not gonna give a shit, he’ll probably be dead by the end of it anyways.

he’s got a deadman’s switch after all

#but for now he’s a dad-#WHOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED #SORRY #AHAHHA #RIGHT JUST A MISTAKE-#tubbo #lmanburg #dsmp #dream smp #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #manberg #anaylsis #long post

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imaginemcyt · 3 years

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sisterinnit!

cc!wilbur soot x tommy’s older sister

tw: language

note: this one uses specifically she/her pronouns, however, you can replace them with your pronouns. it won’t change the story at all. sorry that this is kinda shit but tumblr deleted my draft and i had to completely rewrite it so this is what i’ve got. hope you enjoy! <3

“y/n this is wilbur, wilbur this is y/n.” tommy gave the basic introductions with a bored look on his face.

“y/n simons, pleasure to meet you.”

“wilbur soot, the pleasure is all mine.”

as he shook your hand, you stared into each other’s eyes. he wore a small smile, that was almost a smirk. was it just you, or was there electricity when your hands touched? that had to be in your head, right? your gaze lingered on the other for perhaps a little too long before you let go of each other’s hands.

“now get out, y/n.” tommy pushed you towards the door.

•••

“y/n can you see wilbur out? i’m busy!”

wilbur looked at you with a smile, causing you to blush. you nodded and yelled back at your brother, “yeah!”

you led wilbur to the front door, opening it and stepping to the side. you looked at him to find he was already looking at you. he grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“it was nice meeting you, y/n.”

as you stuttered out a reply, he gave you that same almost-smirk and turned away, walking down your driveway.

•••

“what are you doing up?”

you jumped, not expecting to see someone in your kitchen at two am. then you remembered tommy had invited friends over.

“oh, it’s you. i… i can’t sleep. what are you still doing awake?”

you filled a glass up with water and began to drink it, putting it in the sink when you were done.

“tommy snores really loud.”

you both let out a light laugh at your younger brother’s expense.

“well, since we’re both awake, do you want to do something? we could watch friends? that’s all i was doing anyway.”

“that sounds great.”

you both made your way up the stairs and into your room. you sat on the bed and set up the laptop with the episode you were currently on. eventually you were laying down together watching joey do lunges in all of chandler’s clothes.

(like this ^^^)

you were about halfway through a second episode when tommy interrupted.

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

you both looked up at the tired gremlin child.

“watching friends.” wilbur gave him a cheeky smile.

•••

“hello?”

“oh! uh, hello…?”

“oh it’s you, wilbur!” you spoke over your brother’s headset while he was in the bathroom.

“y/n? hi! what are you doing?”

“well tommy’s in the toilet so i wanted to see who he was talking to. turns out it’s you!”

wilbur let out a chuckle. “it’s me!”

“GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM!”

“uh oh, gotta go!” you threw down the headset before running for your life.

•••

“y/n, hang out with us!”

you stopped at the doorway, looking back at the group of boys all sitting on the floor. jack manifold, tubbo, and wilbur all stared up at you.

“no, y/n, get out of my room.” tommy spoke from his spot on the bed.

“aww, why can’t she stay?”

“yeah, tommy, don’t be a dick, man.”

“y/n, stay!”

“no, y/n, leave.”

you looked nervous, being pulled in two different directions, before ultimately deciding that you had other things to do.

“sorry guys, i should probably go.”

a chorus of disappointed groans and “aww”s left the group before you waved and closed the door behind you.

you went back to your room, deciding to give your brother his space despite your loneliness and boredom. you knew you’d want the same from him.

you decided to mess around with your ukulele to pass the time. you played your favorite song, singing along quietly. it wasn’t long before a knock on the door made you stop.

“come in.”

the door opened and none other than wilbur soot popped his head in.

“hey.”

“hey. tommy asked me to tell you to shut up, but i think you sound lovely.”

you turned slightly pink. “oh, uh, thanks. tell tommy i’m sorry and i’ll keep it down.”

“no need, he’s a prick anyway.” he made his way to where you sat on the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“what are you playing?”

you smiled and told him about how it was your favorite song by your favorite artist and you loved how fun it was. he requested you play a little bit for him, so you did. when you were done, you started to talk about it a little more.

at least until you realized he wasn’t listening. he was staring at your lips, leaning in. you followed suit.

the door burst open, causing you two to spring apart.

“wilbur, what the hell is taking so long? and what are you two doing in here with the door closed?”

wilbur smiled at tommy. “playing music, of course.”

tommy gave a skeptical look, dragging wilbur out of the room with a “keep it down, y/n!”

wilbur stopped at the doorway. “by the way, i quite like hanging out with you, y/n.”

•••

“your hands are so tiny!”

“they are not,” you gasped. “your hands are just huge, probably because you’re a giant of a man.”

wilbur laughed. “put your hand up,” he instructed. he touched his to yours gently, showing off the size difference.

you both giggled before stopping and looking into each other’s eyes. he gave you a gentle smile and slipped his fingers in between yours, interlocking them and holding your hand in his larger one.

you looked back at him and smiled.

•••

you knocked on the door three times, and he answered not long after.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“tommy thinks he left his sweater here and asked if i could drop by and pick it up on my way home.”

“oh yeah, one second.”

he disappeared for a moment before returning, holding your brother’s red hoodie. “here you go,” he said with a smile.

“thank you. sorry to bother you.”

“it’s no trouble. can i walk you home?”

you felt yourself heating up and smiled. “if you’d like.”

he nodded and grabbed his jacket. then you both started off toward the simons residence. you almost made it before it started raining.

it was light rain at first, so you carried on. however, it got heavier by the second, and pretty soon it was pouring on you two.

wilbur took off his jacket and held it above your heads. “we’re almost there, run!”

the two of you ran the rest of the way, only stopping once you got to your porch. you looked at each other for a moment, catching your breath. then you started laughing. you were both soaked and standing there like idiots, laughing at yourselves.

your laughter soon died down, and then you were just smiling at each other. he reached over to you and brushed a wet piece of hair behind your ear, getting it out of your face.

you weren’t stupid. you knew the look he was giving you was a lovestruck gaze, but you decided to play dumb.

“what?”

then finally it happened. after months of flirting and mutual pining, he closed the gap and kissed you. with his right hand on your face he crashed his lips to yours (a/n: that sounds violent but it’s not meant to be lol), pulling you closer with his left. you wrapped your arms around him, hands tangling in his hair.

passion mingled with desperation and you kissed long after you were breathless. you didn’t part until you heard a loud yell of disgust.

you instantly sprang apart with swollen lips and red faces.

“are you fucking kidding me? that’s my sister, man!” tommy yelled, glaring at wilbur.

he then looked to you. “and you, kissing my best mate?!”

you stood there shocked for a moment before coming to your senses.

“uhhh, I wasn’t kissing, were you kissing?” you said, turning to wilbur and praying to god he caught on to your obvious lie.

“no, i wasn’t kissing.” he shook his head.

“neither was i! see, no kissing here.”

“i’m not stupid,” said tommy, voice low and angry as opposed to the shock and disgust from before. “i saw everything.”

he then turned and walked away from the door, leaving you two alone again.

a moment of awkward silence passed. “i should probably… you know.” you said, pointing to the house.

“oh yeah, no, definitely.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“and look, i’m sorry if i ruined your friendship with tommy. i know you guys are close, and i hope he forgives you.”

he gave you a sad smile. “same here, love.” he then kissed your cheek and took off into the rain once more.

you went inside and tried fixing things with tommy, who refused to speak to you. after sitting outside his bedroom door for nearly an hour, you finally gave up and headed back into your room. you opened discord.

[your username]: tommy’s ignoring me. i’ve just sat outside his room for an hour and he refuses to talk to me.

WilburSoot: i’ll give it a go.

he did not speak to wilbur. tommy left him on read every time.

•••

tommy avoided you entirely for two weeks. he left the room if you walked in, and he wouldn’t speak to you at the dinner table. your mother was curious what was going on between you two, but neither of you would say anything about it.

finally, you’d had enough.

you asked your mother to call tommy out of his room, since he wouldn’t answer if you were to try. she did, just wanting you two to speak again. once he arrived in the living room, you jumped him. you grabbed him around the middle and threw him on the couch, planting yourself on top of him so he couldn’t run away. your mum left the room.

“hey, you asshole, get off of me!”

“no, tommy! enough is enough! you’re not leaving until you hear me out!”

“no, i don’t want to talk to you!”

“too bad because i’m not moving until you hear what i have to say! i don’t want us to keep avoiding each other like this.”

he went silent and thought about it for a moment, an angry and skeptical look on his face. “…fine. get it over with.”

you took a deep breath.

“tommy, you’re my little brother, and i love you. i’ll always love you, even when you hate me. just know that i never meant to hurt you or make you angry. however… you can’t tell me how to live my life, or who i can be with. i want to be with wilbur. i can’t help it, tommy, i love him. you can be happy for me or not, that’s your choice. but what isn’t your choice, is who i love.”

by the end of your speech, your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery. you got off of tommy and helped him sit up.

his face softened. “you… you love him?”

your tears ran down your cheeks. you nodded. “i do.”

tommy sighed before pulling you into a hug. it was rare for him to show affection, especially to you, but after everything that happened between the two of you, he felt it was important.

“i love you, y/n. you’re my sister, i could never hate you. i’m happy for you. but just know, best mate or not, i’ll castrate him if he makes you sad.”

you laughed, wiping away your tears.

“i should… probably speak with wilbur, yeah?”

you nodded. tommy stood and went back to his room. you followed not long after, and even though you knew it was frowned upon, you stopped to listen at his door.

“tommy, thank god you’re speaking to me. listen, man, i–”

“do you love her, wilbur?”

“what?”

“my sister. do you love her?”

“i– yeah. yeah, i do.”

“good. listen, all i want is for y/n to be happy. meaning if you make her cry, i’ll murder you.”

wilbur chuckled on the other line, making you smile.

“you won’t have to worry about that. i promise you i’ll take care of her.”

“just don’t make my sister cry and don’t be gross in front of me, alright big man?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal, tommyinnit.”

you smiled again before heading off in the direction of your room.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dsmp #wilbur dream smp #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x sibling reader #sisterinnit #dsmp x reader #x reader #dream smp #tommy dream smp #tommy dsmp

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technowoah · 3 years

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Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

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"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

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mikeyinnit · 3 years

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Pairing: Wilbur x GN!Reader

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

Word Count: 2k words

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

Tagging: N/A

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

Then you came into the picture.

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

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

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

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

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Wilbur. It’s great to meet you.”

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

Called you for the first time yesterday

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It sounded ridiculous, but Wilbur decided to try it.

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

This time, Fundy thought the cookies were perfect.

I finally found the missing part of me

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

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

I felt so close but you were far away

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

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

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

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

I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay, Y/N. Just busy.”

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

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

You strongly disagreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, Wilbur.”

I kissed them for the first time yesterday

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

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

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

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

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

A kiss that you returned.

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

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