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saucymalum · 1 year

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What's This? (Consequences of my Actions) W.S

Wilbur Soot x Gn! reader (they/them pronouns)

Warning: Angst, Enemies to lovers, mentions of past death, y/n being dumb, miscommunication.

Summary: Bro idk figure it out.

Word Count: 2.6k

I always knew he hated me. He didn’t hide it. He didn’t like that I was “Invading” his friend group. That I was getting along with them. He didn’t like me. It infuriated me how he acted like he was better than me. All I wanted was to be his friend and he didn't give me a chance. I couldn't understand how he could hate me for no reason. So I gave him a reason.

I tried to annoy him everytime I could. He didn’t want me at a party so badly he would text me to not come and I’d arrive early with baked goods. He didn’t like me tweeting about his band so much that he’d intentionally be the only member not following me? I tagged them all in every tweet. I became his hell. Did I hate him? No. But I hated that he treated me like he was better. Like I was insignificant.

To the fans, I was their biggest fan. I’d cover their newest songs on my Instagram story and take pictures in their merch. Some thought I was even dating one of them, which was almost laughable. I truly loved them all. The party's welcoming environment they created pulled me in as Wilbur stood in the corner. His dark brown eyes look almost black in this light as he watches my every move. Watching me talk to everybody while he tries to keep up the small talk and savors his beer. His eyes left a burning trail down my skin. It became a game for me, how far I could push him.

I’d try to ask him questions in conversations, simply because I knew he didn’t want to talk to me. And that's when my plans started to crumble. I liked the guy. I thought he was fucking funny. Being antagonizing was so much easier when I didn’t know him. I wanted to be the asshole's friend. I kept trying to keep up my game, but I failed every time unless it was social media. It’s easy to fake things there. So I did.

I ignored my emotions, my guilt, and the rising feeling that I refused to acknowledge. I posted pictures of myself at their concerts; I posted their songs on my story. I was a good friend, but I avoided Wilbur. And at the end of the day, it didn't matter much to him if I showed up to the parties. I saw the glares he’d given me that made me want to laugh in his face. I missed not knowing him.

I started showing up early at parties and sneaking out early. I’d avoid Will even if I felt his eyes burn me. It seemed fine until he caught on.

I sat at their EP release celebration, an hour in, and I zoned out and stared at a wall. People passed by and I sat drinking my now warm beverage. Blurs of people, laughing, smiling, dancing, pass around me. I can't believe I did this to myself.

The seat beside me dips and I look to see Phil looking expectantly at me. One eyebrow raised slightly and his blonde hair messed up a bit.

"What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?" I laugh nervously.

He sits there, giving no answer, knowing I'll break. And I do.

I spilled everything, beginning to now. Frustration pours out every word as the temperature in the room seems to rise. I don't want to be here anymore.

Phil sighs and I feel shame replacing my relief.

"Why would you do this to yourself Y/N?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS! I JUST WANTED THE STUPID LITTLE PRICK TO BE HUMBLED. Or at least annoyed enough to stop being a dick." my breaths shake for a second "In no universe was THIS my plan. "

I fall into the back of the couch. "What do I do?"

"Talk to him."

I groan, "I forgot you're a 'communication is key' person"

Phil lightly shoves me, "So are you until you get scared and run away. You can't run away this time. Avoiding him means avoiding us and you know that."

“I know.”

“So what do you think you need to do?” He asks softly.

I take in a deep breath and straighten my back. My eyes find Wilbur chatting up some girl in the corner. I let my feet guide me to him and without a word, too scared to speak, I grab his jacket and pull him out onto the back porch.

“What the Fuck, Y/N?”

“What is your problem with me? You refuse to talk to me, You hate my presence, and you constantly make an effort to show me you think I'm less than you. Why?”

“Maybe because you do shit like you just did without thinking about how it’d affect me.”

I scoff, “What a cop-out. You’ve hated me from the beginning. I want you to tell me why.”

He creeps further into my personal space. His height becomes increasingly harder to ignore when he looms over me. His breath fans over my face, and I want to cringe at the warmth.

“Has it ever occurred to you in your self-centered little head that not everyone likes you? You’re not some god or goddess Y/n. You grate my veins and you enjoy it. You TRIED to annoy me and you’re confused why I don’t like you? How into yourself can you be?”

Electricity pricks at my skin and the back of my eyes burn, “Don’t act like you didn’t hate me from the get-go Wilbur. I know what it feels like to be disliked.”

“Then why does it bother you so much if I don't like you? Huh? Sweet little Y/N just wants to be loved and cherished by everyone, isn't that right?” My breath shakes as the back of his hand brushes against my cheek. “Well, life doesn’t work like that. Some people will hate your grating voice and some people can't STAND your GODDAWFUL laugh. So get over it and be a fucking adult about it. Stop being a little baby.”

WARNING: description of a panic attack, stay safe and skip to the end of the trigger warning <3

He steps back and I quickly escape the cold night that suffocates me. My throat closes in on itself and my eyes water. I can’t breathe, I can’t BREATHE. I try to drag in breaths, but the effort is beyond fruitless. Through my watery eyes and past the blur and dizziness, I walk to the bathroom. I need to escape. I need to GET OUT. Everyone hates me, such a stupid baby who can’t even handle a man not liking them. How pathetic can you get? Everyone's eyes are on me. They’re laughing at me, aren’t they? I bet they are. The bathroom door’s soft close sounds like a thunderclap in my ears but that thunderclap is the most comfort I have felt since Phil and my conversation ended. My ears are ringing. I don’t know what to do.

I sink to the floor, and my back hits the cold tile, shocking my skin through my thin shirt. I've prepared for this. Ok, just find something you can smell. Ok, I can do that. My mind wanders into my negative talk, but quickly it snaps to the smell of the Febreze air freshener going off.

Good, good. One down, four more to go. I can see the design in the ceiling, that's another.

My lungs slowly feel less pressure on them. Not a semi-truck but maybe a minivan. I can hear yelling outside the door, maybe someone knocking. It's so hard to hear when I feel like I'm underwater.

I can feel the tile under my fingertips, the cold feels nice against my skin, the hot trails that the tears leave sting and I almost want to press my face into the floor to cool them.

The sweet drink still lingers on my tongue. Good, I got all five. Now breathe. It's so hard when the hiccups interrupt but I practice these exercises daily.

The weight on my chest slowly releases and the tears go dry. I'm left exhausted. I want to go home. The room goes steady and I slowly stand on shaky legs.

I avoid the mirror as I cool my hands in the water flowing in the sink and press them to my cheeks.

WARNING OVER: Stay safe, love.

The yelling outside gets clearer when I open the door, the house has been cleared away of any guests and the pounding of my heart gets louder. Phil stands in front of Wilbur yelling at him, words I barely have the energy to decipher.

“What the fuck is wrong with you right now, Wilbur? You are a grown-ass man. What the hell would possess you to think talking to someone like that was ok?” Kristin stands next to Phil. She shoots a disappointed look at Wilbur, but he ducks away.

“Oh don’t give me the disappointed parent act.” He scoffs.

Wilbur walks over to the couch, closer to me, and I press my back closer to the bathroom door that I closed.

Phil chases after him, “Well, if you didn’t act so immature, maybe I wouldn’t have to Will! What were you thinking!? You barely know her and you already decided to chase her away?”

“If she didn’t want me to hate her maybe she could have tried to not do everything I hate on purpose.”

“You gave them a panic attack! Nothing they did made them deserve that. We just want you to explain. Can you please just let us understand?”

Wilbur pauses putting on his jacket and sighs, “I’m scared, ok?”

“Of what?”

“Phil, they remind me of Lacy, and I can’t get hurt like that again.” He turns around and his eyes meet mine. Shock and remorse fill his eyes, but he brushes past me and bolts for the door.

I take a shaky breath in and look at Phil and Kristin. "Who’s Lacy?”

We sat in the living room of Phil and Kristin’s house as they tried to explain it in the most delicate way. But really, how can you explain to someone that they reminded a person they considered an enemy of their dead girlfriend? That they reminded someone they thought hated them of someone they were in love with? I didn't think I could cry anymore. I was wrong. I reminded Wilbur of a love that was ripped away from him. I hurt him by being around him.

I wanted to be mad at him. Hurt him for punishing me for something I had no part in but I couldn't.

I just wanted to go home and never leave.

And that's what I did. I stayed in bed, emotionally exhausted and numb. My self-destruction hit me like a brick, canceling my therapy appointment for the next day and turning my phone to do not disturb.

Wilbur POV:

No one had heard from Y/N in almost a week. Seeing their face when I left made me feel like I swallowed a brick. A part of me felt glad that finally, FINALLY, they would feel just a sliver of what they've made me feel for months.

But the guilt…the guilt at that thought overwhelmed my brain quickly after. What kind of person would that make me to want someone to hurt the way I have? Even if it was someone who hurt that doesn't make it ok.

This guilt led me straight to Y/N's front door. My hand hovered over the door. What was my plan when I got here? I don't think I even gave myself time to make one.

Before I could attempt to knock on the door, it swung open with the image of Y/N's dark-circled eyes staring shocked at me.

"Oh Jesus!" they exclaim and hide behind the door a bit. The wrinkles in the pyjama shirt clinging to parts of their body. A small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth at seeing them again. To see that they were at least still alive and kicking.

"I'm so sorry to just show up like this!" I step away from the door, giving them some space. "I want to check in."

Their bottom lip moves between their teeth as they chew at the loose skin. A mental debate wars on behind their eyes, no doubt wondering who asked me to come here.

"Who blackmailed you?" they ask.

A hesitant silence floats between us as I wonder if it'd be wrong to tell the truth.

A sigh passes my lips. "I felt bad."

Their eyes quickly widen again as they forget the effort to hide themself behind the door. They rush the 2 feet to me and place a hand on my arm.

"No! No, you have nothing to be sorry for! I was a goddamn asshole, Wilbur! Why didn't you slap me earlier? I was so arrogant and antagonistic towards you. I can't believe it. You did nothing but try to avoid me because you were hurting and I made it ten times harder."

"Y/N, I said horrible things to you. I felt like a villain. I never want to feel like that again. I am so sorry for talking to you like that." My shoulders sink in a subconscious effort to get down to their level. To look they straight in the eyes. To maybe show them all the emotions that I felt the moment I left Phil's house."

Y/N sighs and releases my arm from their grip. They step out of the doorway, a silent invitation. Luckily, I'm not a vampire.

"Will, what you said was true. I can't fault you for saying the truth."

How could they think that? That anything I said was true, calling them such stupid names in order to belittle them and make them feel small? What have I done?

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, I said to you was true. Yes, I was hurt and yes how you treated me didn’t help but none of it was true and keep telling you otherwise until you believe.”

They look away from my eyes to the ground, “Well, that's gonna take a while since I thought all of those things about myself long before you told me.”

A sour feeling rises in my stomach. Everything in me wants to protect them.

“Well, I’ll be here every time you doubt me.”

They scoff, “Like you’ll call me at 3 in the morning.”

“Who says I won’t” I shrug.

Their eyes glaze over with tears as they look hopefully into mine, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go, you know. I didn’t want us to hate each other.”

They turn away from me, busying themselves in front of their kettle. “I wanted to stop that stupid game months ago.”

My eyebrows wrinkle quizzically, “Then why didn’t you?”

“I couldn’t admit to myself I had feelings for you.”

Their shoulders tense quickly and they spin around to me, “Not that I’m pressuring you at all, I swear. I just-I just had to let you know I didn’t want to hurt you like this.”

“But you did mean to hurt me?”

“I thought you saw me as less than you. I wanted to prove you wrong. Now I know I was the one in the wrong.”

“Y/N I thought you were amazing. I was stupid and thought if I avoided you I wouldn’t fall for you.” I step forward into their space, “I didn’t think I could handle it.”

“Did you?”

The space between our bodies shrinks til we’re breathing the same air.

“Yes,” I whisper, my hand gravitating to their hip.

“And can you handle it?”

“With you, I think I’ll be more than fine.”

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krabs-quill · 2 years

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phantom gn!reader x royal!sbi? platonic of course.

the reader is an old friend of philza's since phantom's have a long life span, maybe they were a potions dealer and phil at the time was a hunter and potion dealers and hunters were known to be a great pair during that era so they kicked it off but split after that era was over and moved to other professions.

the sbi are running away after their kingdom turned against them, and phil led them to a forest to try and find reader? but when they arrive wilbur, or someone else of your choosing, freaks out cause they think phantom hybrids are dangerous and such.

but before he makes a move, reader folds their wings which means 'surrender' in phantom? fluff ensues :D hope this isn't too much. /gen

old phantom phriend - royal!sbi x phantom!reader

characters: royal!philza, royal!tommy, royal!techno, royal!wilbur

main characters pronouns:they/them

trigger warnings: fire, weapons, death threats, mention of cults, cursing, kinda politics but not really???

authors notes: this was like, surprisingly really fun to do? super neat concept, thank you for the request!!

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Phil had everything planned. His sons couldn't have been able to predict the oncoming rebellion, but Phil sure did. He took extra care in ordering only the most trusted servants and guards to keep Tommy, Wilbur and Techno as isolated in the castle as possible, because if they were to go outside in the public eye in the past 6 months, they'd have an arrow in their neck and crimson on the ground.

Only now do they finally see what's going on- rallies being led to the front drawbridge of the castle and a man standing on a wooden crate. He is slim and lanky. In one hand he held a pitchfork the height of two wine cellar barrels stacked up on each other, in the other he held a large wooden pole with the kingdom's flag slowly engulfing in embers. The crowd smells of sweat, ashes and faux justice.

“People of this wretched kingdom!” the man on the wooden crate starts, raising the burning flag high over his head. The large ashes fall into the crowd as he continues. The man's words fall on deaf ears, however, as Phil orders his guards to alert the princes of their sudden urgent departure.

“I can't believe I'm going to see you again- after 40 years and under these circumstances…”

Phil sighs tiredly, discarding his glistening crown on his pristine writing desk, ridding himself of the last piece of physical evidence of his reign.

Knocks rattle through the large oak door of his bedroom, and a guard speaks with a gruff, urgent tone.

“My King, the princes have been escorted out of the castle with their belongings. They are safe and waiting for you at the largest oak tree in the far east of the forest. I'll have to escort you now; and fast. Knights at the front lines have turned on us and they are lowering the drawbridge to the townspeople. Do you have all your personal belongings?”

Phil grabs two large leather bags, intricate designs dance across the straps of each one. After slinging them over his shoulder, he then turns to the wall closest to the large windows.

Hung up on the wall is a longsword. A few scratches on it and a worn handle, but it was loved well and a bow with a sling of obsidian arrows to go with it. Both items have dust covering them as if it's been ages since they've been swung or plucked, Phils fingers quickly grabbing them and cutting through the dusty residue. He nods, following the guard out of his bedroom soon to be ransacked and burned to the ground; his crown placed on the desk surely to be taken by a squalid dictator.

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“PHIL! Phil, what the Fuck is goin on, man?! The whole fuckin towns swarming the castle!”

Tommy yells, his voice panicked and shrill. He stands up immediately from his spot on the lush grass. Taking a good look at him, he carries his own bag prepared by one of his servants before ushering them out of the castle's perimeter. On the surface, he doesn't seem to be equipped with self-defense precautions other than a large rock in his right hand- but Phil can't exactly see into his bag, so he only prays that the former servant packed at least a dagger or something.

“Listen, I'll explain all that later but right now we need to leave, now. It's not safe here anymore, alright?”

Phil glances around to see his other two sons.

Wilbur is seen standing a few feet away, a thousand yard stare as his left foot taps away with what anyone could only assume to be a mania of thoughts on his head. Heavy footsteps circle all three of them, as Techno has been orbiting the small clearance around the large tree. A close look at his stone cold expression makes it clear that he's watching for anyone who could possibly sneak up on the unprepared group.

Wilbur snaps his head up at Phil, “Look at me- Phil. What are we going to do? Because by the look of things, I just happened to notice the rallies of townsfolk with pitchforks and I don't think they seem too happy.” Wilbur babbled.

Techno quickly introjects, voicing his own concerns.

“Listen, how much did you plan for this kinda thing, exactly? Maybe you didn't notice-” he stops pacing, turning to look at the castle in the distance as one of the corner towers erupt into flames from the inside, “-the castles uninhabitable for us anymore, and we're runnin from an entire KINGDOM. So unless you've got some secret life saving plan, now's the time to tell us. Otherwise, I don't see any way we'll be gettin’ out of this.”

All of them are looking at Phil, waiting for an answer to each of their questions. He sighs, pulling out his old longsword from its sheath.

“Techno, take this. So, we absolutely can't go back. I've got a plan, we're going to visit an old friend of mine. And we have to go NOW.”

Phil disclosed, setting off into the woods immediately after. Techno takes the sword hesitantly but wields it like an old friend as he follows directly beside Phil. Tommy sputters concern and shock, but it falls on dead ears. Wilbur is the last to move, standing there looking at where his father once stood with wide, squirrely eyes. He flinches when Tommy calls him to catch up. The boys follow Phil into the thick, suffocating woods.

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Each bird that rustles the trees or deer that steps on the dry grass makes the entire group stop each time it happens. Phil has his bow and arrow up and ready, pointed towards the ground as he walks with a cautious eye.

Techno holds the blade of his sword across his body, ready in case an unruly visitor decides to make an unforeseen appearance.

Tommy clutches his rock, though it won't do much compared to a sword and bow but perhaps the sweat from his hands would make its way onto the rock to scare away the opponent.

Wilbur, unlike Tommy, has actually checked his bag prepared by his old servant and finds a decently sized dagger to wield. Not as good as a sword but DEFINITELY better than a sweaty rock. Despite this though, Wilbur seems to be the one most on edge. To no surprise, Wilbur used to be the brother who went the least outdoors. This meant the spontaneous castle lockdown impacted him the least, but the sudden turn of events spawned an intense feeling of shock and confusion at every little thing he failed to be instantly familiar with. This feeling only heightens at an alarming rate as the group arrives at a strange treehouse.

Knock, knock, knock

Phil knocks on the tree three times. A few dead silent seconds pass before odd sounds seem to emit from…inside the tree?

Like clockwork, a long staircase folds out from inside the tree step by step. Techno, Wilbur and Tommy flinch back, a contrast to phils calm and almost excited face.

Footsteps gradually make their way down the steps, and the more Wilbur sees the more alert he becomes.

Sure, he had never been one for going outside much if at all, but with the castle's grand library to keep him busy, he had learned a few things. A few things about those white markings on blue tinted skin. About those lime green eyes and slim, scaly tail. About those large intimidating wings that could circle prey for hours, and those razor sharp teeth that can bite chunks out of a human's shoulder and soar away in an instant to circle back and make sure they go for the neck next time.

“Phil? Oh my gosh, phil?! It's been YEARS, man! What're you doing here again- came to pay me a visit, ay?” Y/n jested as they went in for a friendly hug, however instead of Phil they felt he was replaced with a sharp dagger pointed at their throat.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down there, pal-” Y/n put their hands up in defense, Wilbur cautiously holding his weapon to their throat.

“Right, I’m telling you now to stay away from Phil- don’t fucking touch Phil you feral monst-” he brings himself to a full stop as he hears a loud swish of the air. He looks from Y/n's wide eyes, to their wings, folded and pressed into their back, at their face, and at their wings again before hesitantly withdrawing his dagger and shuffling back a bit.

Folded wings mean no harm.

If there was anything he remembered at that very moment from the various books he's read, it was that. Y/n's face was alarmed and a bit shocked, sure, but their face seemed to match up with their wings and their intentions were clear; they meant no harm. He fully settled down, giving them more room to move as they slowly put their hands down and relaxed.

“I'm an old friend. I don't wanna hurt anyone, I promise. You won't see me trying to get damage on anyone here, swear to it.”

Y/n says, still trying to be tentative of their tone. While Y/n seems to be much more forgiving of the sudden out of pocket threats, Phil on the other hand was furious. A hard smack in the back of Wilburs head seemed to get the message through.

“What the hell was that, Wil?!”

Phil scolds Wilbur, with no remorse even after Wilbur hisses and rubs the back of his head in pain. Techno and Tommy burst out laughing, easing up the tension.

“Bruhh, I'm gonna be honest Wilbur, it doesn't seem like you really thought that one through.” Techno chimes in, a taunting grin on his face.

“Man, if I were you Wilbur, I'd be so, SO embarrassed if I were you, but luckily, y’know, I’m me. Me and NOT you, Wilbur.” Tommy boasted with a shiteating smile.

“Anyway, enough with the smalltalk. What're you doing here, Phil? Haven't seen you in what, 40 years? Shouldn't you be ruling that kingdom I've been hearing about? Also, who are these guys? Never seen them before.”

Y/n gestured towards the three younger boys as they spoke, nodding their head towards the trio. Phil gruffly sighs, remembering the months of resistance against his reign. Y/n notices his sudden change of emotions and intently listens.

“The kingdom got tired of us. There was lots of gossip about some man who started this huge cult following- something about him being a god or something pretty much. He got so popular that his cult eventually took over the entire kingdom. That's when he convinced all the citizens that he should be king and that we were ‘imposters sent by Lucifer himself’ or something. He overtook the castle, and that's when we all had to sneak away. These three are my sons, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.”

Techno nods at Y/n with a brief hello, Wilbur hums to show his presence, and Tommy gives a boisterous “hello there!”

Y/n stands there with a dumbfounded expression before responding.

“Well first off, hello boys, lovely to meet you. Secondly-” they take a deep breath before continuing, “-WHAT?! They just- ambushed you? Just like that? Man, I mean if the people in that kingdom were THAT easy to persuade into some cult, I don’t think you'd wanna rule there anyway.”

Smalltalk continues between Y/n and Phil, they offer them all a place to stay for as long as they need. Phil expresses his gratitude to Y/n, but there seems to be another conversation going on.

“Well go on, Tommy! You ask!”

“WHAT?! No, no, no, if you're so curious about it then why don't YOU ask?!”

“I've gotta agree with Wilbur on this one, Tommy. I mean, if we're gonna be livin’ here then you've gotta start pullin’ your weight, you relied on the serfs too much anyway.”

The huddle breaks as the trio stands up straight. Wilbur speaks up, seeming to act like his normal self again.

“Now, excuse me, Mx. Y/n? Tommy has a bit of a question he'd like to ask you, if you would be so kind.”

Wilbur declares, nudging Tommy forward to urge him to speak. Tommy jerks the side of his back away from Wilbur in annoyance. If you try hard enough, you can hear him angrily mutter “bunch of fuckin wrong ‘uns…” under his breath. Tommy turns to Y/n and Phil, clearing his throat before speaking.

“How do you know Phil?"

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“Wow, way to make that question really captivatin’, Tommy. Way to go.”

“SERIOUSLY Techno shut the FUCK UP!”

Y/n lets out a snort before answering the question.

“Ahh, Phil here and I used to be partners waaay back. I was his potion dealer and he was a hunter back when that whole pair was popular- not even sure if you guys were alive for that era. We were real close for a good while before that whole thing died out and we went off to do different things. I've got my own thing and by the looks of it Phil does too. But man, you kept the bow and sword? Those ancient things?”

Y/n nods at the sword that Techno is still holding, though he sheathes it back into its holder now that he feels unthreatened. Y/n reaches up, stretching their back and flaring their wings out to stretch as well before relaxing.

“Oh, here, come inside! I've got a good amount of extra rooms, so make yourselves at home. Something tells me you'll be here for a while.”

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sunflowerdaisybee · 1 year

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Hello there!

So I saw your posts and I absolutely fell in love with your blog and I wanted to request something

Like feral boys with a reader who has low self-esteem (they/them please!) and they think they are not good enough for them and one night they wake up from a nightmare of them leaving the reader and just kind of have a breakdown?

Not me calling myself out-🥴✌️

Hope you have a nice day or night where ever on the world you may be 🧍

And feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with writing this or sumn-

I have no idea how old this ask is, and I'm terribly sorry it took me this long to get to your ask. Hopefully, I've done this ask justice, and despite it being so late I hope you still enjoy it! :]

Pairing: Feral Boys (Individual) X Reader

Pronouns: No specifics used but Gender Neutral intended

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

Dream:

→He wakes up shortly after you startle awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up to comfort you. His focus is on getting you to calm down enough to talk to him so he can help you through whatever it was that was upsetting you.

→He’ll hold you close and run his hand over your back, rubbing circles into the expanse of skin as he helps you focus on deep breaths. His other arm wrapped securely around you, holding you as close to him as he can manage.

→“It’s alright Love, just focus on deep breaths right now.” His hand rubs slowly over your back, the tips of his fingers leaving a tingling sensation across your skin. You didn’t deserve this, you weren’t good enough for his comfort or any of his love. That seemed to be the only thing your brain could focus on, quickly losing track of your deep breaths.

→“You’re ok Love, I’m right here with you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, you’re safe now Bubs.” It was his voice to drag you back to reality, to what had startled you so badly in the first place.

→Dream always knew of your insecurities, it was something he had picked up on in the early stages of the relationship, but it never occurred to him that it was this severe.

→When you had finally calmed down enough to explain what had brought you to tears, it nearly broke Dream’s heart. Because not only had you been feeling so unworthy in the relationship, but you had been bottling it up this whole time and he had no idea.

→“There’s no one I love more than you, in fact, no one even comes close. I asked you to be my partner because you’re the one I love. The one who I want to wake up beside every morning, who I want to spend forever with. There’s only one of you and I’m so lucky to have you.”

George:

→When you startle yourself awake, you also startle George awake. As soon as he sees you beginning to cry from whatever woke you, he’s reaching out for you. One hand holds yours while the other reaches for your face, his thumb slowly wiping tears as his hand cradles your face.

→He whispers softly as he does his best to comfort you, letting you slowly lean into him as he focuses on you. His hand holding yours runs his fingers slowly over your knuckles, tracing shapes into the back of your palms.

→“Hey you’re ok Babe, I’m right here. Just take deep breaths ok?” His eyes dance over your figure, watching for any nonverbal confirmation that you understood him. George was always so good to you, he deserved someone better, someone who wasn’t you. A taunting voice echoes in the back of your mind, sending you even deeper into the mess of tears you had become.

→“Deep breaths Sweetness, you’re ok now.” His voice was like a life ring in the ocean of tears and insecurity you had been drowning in. The soothing sound pulling you slowly back to land.

→Being insecure was something you and George had shared in the beginning of the relationship. When things were fairly new and you were both still figuring out how things worked.

→It wasn’t until you were able to speak and expressed how your insecurity had only grown over the time that George finally understood what had you so upset.

→“If it meant telling you one hundred times a day how much I loved you to get you to understand even a fraction of how deeply I feel, I’d do it. I love you like no other and will always be here because there’s nothing that will make me want to walk away. You’re the only one I want, the only one I need.”

Karl:

→Karl wakes up to find you already sniffling, having cried to your heart's content and drowned your sorrows in tears. It breaks his heart a little that you hadn’t woken him for comfort or that he hadn’t woken sooner.

→He immediately pulls you in for a hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he holds you close. His hug reassuring and comforting as he wraps his arms around you, pouring every ounce of love he holds into it.

→“You don’t have to tell me why you were crying, it’s ok. Next time, wake me up so I can help you, I don’t want you to be sad alone.” Curse Karl and his big heart, how could someone so sweet and loving fall for you? Like a snake up a tree, the thoughts slowly begin to creep back into your mind, overtaking any previous thought you had there previously. It’s almost enough to start the waterworks again as you bury yourself deeper into Karl’s hold.

→“It’s alright Sugar, let it all out. Crying shouldn’t be held back, just let all your tears go.” Karl was always one to encourage you to cry, his shoulders always available for whenever you ended them.

→Your insecurities were something Karl had been very aware of since you two had met, even in day-to-day life your thoughts shone through in ways he picked up on.

→When you’ve stopped crying for good and explained to him how these kinds of thoughts had been bothering you and the dream you had, he listens to every word and makes mental note of it all. He’s determined to shower you in as much love and patience as you need to help squash these thoughts for good.

→“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need, whenever you need it. We’ll work through this together and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that my love is stronger than those dumb thoughts. I want nothing more than for you to feel happy and loved every second we’re together.”

Sapnap:

→Chances are that when you awake from the terrors of the dream, that he’s already awake. Even if it isn’t that often he has streamed in the early morning hours before and if it happened to be on the night you had the nightmare then he’ll likely be settling into bed right as you awake.

→Immediately his attention is on you, he begins to fuss over you, even more, when your eyes well up with tears. He’s pulling you into his chest as he runs his fingers over your scalp, his other hand resting gently against your side as he holds you close.

→“You’re alright Babe, I’ve got you now My Love.” To think this man loved you, of all the people begging for even a second of his time, and he chose you. You were a nobody compared to him, what kind of selfish person were you to keep him to yourself? Like moth to a flame, the thoughts that had invaded your dream began to once again find their way into the forefront of your thoughts.

→“Hey, hey you’re alright Babe, I’ve got ya.” Not the best with words, it’s Sapnap’s actions that help ground you, reminding you of when and where you were.

→Sapnap knew you struggled with insecurities in the relationship, and while he did his best to combat them, he could only help when you told him you were feeling that way.

→Hearing that your insecurities had gotten so bad that you couldn’t even have peaceful dreams sent searing pain through Sapnap’s chest. How could he not have noticed? In that moment, he vowed to love you so thoroughly that you’d never for a second doubt a thing.

→“You mean the world to me, I love every little thing about you. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that you wake up every day and go to bed every night knowing that you’re the only one for me, that there’s no one else I love as much as you, and that I only want you, for the rest of time.”

Quackity:

→He wakes a few seconds before you, having been awoken by your tossing and turning in your sleep. Catching the moment you suddenly awake and being there to comfort and reassure you before you start crying.

→By the time your tears begin to fall, he’s already got you in his arms, cradled gently to his chest as his head rests on yours. His hands rub up and down your side, soothing you and helping you to calm down in a quiet manner.

→“It’s ok hon, you’re safe now. I'm here for you my dear.” Quackity, always the caring partner to you. He was always there for you, always having to deal with your problems and insecurities. You were such a burden to him, weren’t you? Like a deep, dark ooze, the insecure-bred thoughts slowly crept back into your mind, filling up and taking over any rational thought.

→“Cry it all out hon, we can talk about it when you’re feeling better ok?” Quackity was there for you every second he could be, he never wanted you to feel like he was too busy for you.

→Your insecurities were something Quackity had been fighting since you first brought them to his attention. He was always loving and doting on you and making compromises to accommodate how you felt.

→Hearing that they had only gotten worse and were invading your dreams was upsetting. He felt like he could’ve done better and that he should’ve done better.

→“I promise you will never spend another day doubting my love for you, or how I only need you. I will make sure that every moment I am given with you, I will spend loving you and showing you how worthy you are of all my love.”

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noki-is-soup · 2 years

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DTKQ as Dads

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst

Pairings: cc!Dream, cc!Sapnap, cc!George, cc!Karl, cc!Quackity (All romantically)

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Dream- One of the best partners you could ask for. He would turn this kid into an athlete as soon as he could. Almost any time you look outside, you can see them running around. Dream would purposely miss shots just so your guys’ kid could win. As they grew up, Dream would slowly up his skill, just so it starts becoming a real competition every time they play. When you two are watching their games, he would keep his arm around your waist and your head on his shoulder. The only place he struggles is dressing the poor child.

“Surprise! New clothes!” Dream walks into your guys’ bedroom with your child dressed in flashy clothes that don’t match.

“Oh, angel. What did Daddy do to you? Come here.”

Sapnap- Sapnap is another very sporty partner, but he mostly focuses on basketball. By the time your kid is ten, they can probably shoot three-pointers with decent accuracy. Sapnap would definitely try to convince you to play with them, especially with the adorable smile they both shared. Anytime you and Sapnap got into a fight, he would try to cook you something for forgiveness. When it failed horribly, he tried to jokingly blame it on the toddler. Now, this child was obviously half his DNA, because they started arguing with him instantly.

One day, when you were all watching a movie, your baby started wheezing. Obviously, both of you were concerned. Later on, you realized they were just laughing. Sapnap’s face suddenly dropped, concerning you greatly.

“That child… is mine, right? Not, um, Dream’s?”

“No, you are my one and only, don’t worry. I think we just need to go have a chat with Uncle Dream about how much time he’s spending with our baby,” you jokingly replied.

George- The type of dad to let his kids climb all over him and do his make up, FOR SURE. His kids could ask for the moon and he would give it to them. George would also be the one to go take care of the baby when it cried at night while you slept. He wouldn’t want to wake you, and he probably wouldn’t ever tell you that he woke up, just so you don’t feel bad.

“Did [child’s name] wake up last night?” You looked at him with a small smile on your face.

“Nope. Slept like a log,” George lied, kissing your forehead.

Karl- He wouldn’t be able to give up that child for a second. Dropping then off at daycare, even just putting them down for a nap or to go to bed would force tears into his eyes. He hated leaving his child. But, if he was sad, you got cuddles, so it wasn’t the worse thing in the world. Karl would make sure he could show up to all of his child’s events, no matter how busy he is. He would definitely want more than one kid, having too much love to give to just you and one child.

“Karl? Come to bed. They’ll be okay,” you say from the doorway. He looks at you with tired eyes and one of his children in his arms.

“But. What if they have a nightmare? Who’s going to comfort them?” He looked down at them. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bags around his eyes.

“They’ll be okay, baby. Please just come to bed. You’ll see them in the morning.” You grab the child in his hands and put them in the crib. You grab his hands and pull him up.

Quackity- The sweetest dad ever. The type of dad to carry their child to bed when they fall asleep in the car. On family nights, he would always pick games he played in his childhood and would always try to throw some Spanish in here and there, hopefully helping them learn another language. He’s very close with his family, so he would always take them to his parents’ house so they can see their grandparents. Since he loves driving, he always takes the kids on a drive so they will fall asleep.

“They won’t stop crying, and I don’t know what to do,” you cried, exhausted from not sleeping. You held your child in your hands and cried. You felt like a terrible parent.

“Go to sleep, mi amor. I’ll take them for a drive.” He took them from your arms and kissed you softly. You watched as the child flailed in his arms as he took them out of the room. You passed out almost instantly.

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prasiddhibirb · 2 years

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Random Wilbur soot x gn!reader hcs

Authors note: this was just in my head for a while now and I just wanted to write it. I understand that it’s pretty standard but it’s my first time writing for him sooo gotta start somewhere! Loved writing for him ♥️ Warnings: none just fluff ^^

Word count: 471 words Pronouns: gender neutral!

You would get invited from time to time by Wilbur to lovely little cafe dates!

Invites you to his rehearsals

His inspiration for his songs mostly comes from you

Loves to just be with you and spend quality time with each other while talking about random subjects

Definitely has ranted about him eating sand and how the sand would go “crunch crunch”

He will stream with you and introduce you to chat as his significant other (with your consent)

Loves holding you in general <3

When cuddling, he will be the big spoon unless you want to the big spoon

I can imagine a scenario where Wilbur is just laying on your laps/next to you and him fiddling with a trinket Tommy left in his office while you either continue looking at your phone or play with his hair.

“Will, what is that?” You asked, referring to the trinket Will has in his hands.

“Oh it’s some kind of weird thing Tommy left on my desk in the office while he was leaving, he probably forgot it.” He responded.

“Oh, I see.”

When you two go shopping together, if he sees you staring at a specific thing for a very long time, he’ll buy it and then you’d be like: heihhhhhh I just wanted to read what the description was/quality/(whatever other excuse), not buy it!

I can envision him liking hugs/initiating hugs from behind like for example, you just finished washing the dishes when you suddenly feel a warm energy from behind and you realize that Will has his hands wrapped around you tightly.

When he’s bored, he is a menace. At least he has you to bring him back down to reality! Unless you guys both want to be a menace together, that’s fine too!

You and Wilbur are just having a romantic moment while streaming and then chat just goes: AWWWWW / SOO CUTEEE<3333 / CLIP IT CLIP IT CLIP IT

Sometimes he’ll just go “boop” while touching your nose while saying it in his baby voice

Forehead kisses, kisses on the cheeks, kisses the lips, kisses on your nose, kisses down your neck, k i s s

You sometimes participate in Will’s experiments (if you have the time) and whenever it’s your turn/you, he’ll try and make and excuse for you to not die but whenever that doesn’t work, he’ll be sad that he’ll have to kill you and you’ll be gone from the experiment.

If you don’t mind animals, he’ll probably get a pet cat with you since he’s always loved them and wanted one

You have to constantly remind him and tell him that he is not worthless and insignificant as he always tends worry about that.

Will deeply desires a very close and loyal bond, specifically with you and always wants to strengthen this bond.

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 1 year

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💛 DAY 5 OF MONSTER WEEK — ANGEL PHILZA

[1500+]

[gender-neutral]

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

[Read the rest under the cut]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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wilbursprincess · 3 months

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Here’s my proposal, reader being completely new to relationships and the like- and being super touch-starved, who literally cannot handle something as simple as holding hands without becoming a complete mess; and Wilbur, who’s been in like multiple relationships, whose love language is also physical affection-

(Also could I be 🦋 anon plz)

Wilbur With A Touch-Starved Partner

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Fluff so adorable I kept kicking my feet and squealing.

Hello new anon!!! Or should I say, hello 🦋 anon :) As a touch starved person who’s love language is physical affection (when I want to be touched, that is) this is brilliant! Very fun to write! I hope you enjoy!

Headcannons below cut!

~He’d first pick up on you being touch starved when he held your hand for the first time and you immediately turned bright red, nestling closer into his side.

~You two got onto the topic of love languages shortly after that, and you mentioned that you loved physical touch.

~”Is that why you got so flustered when I held your hand earlier?” Wilbur would tease, and you’d sheepishly nod. “I love physical touch, too.”

~After a pause, you’d shyly admit that this was your first time in a relationship and you were a little touch starved.

~”Well, I’m happy to take things slow with you, love. But… do you want a hug?”

~It was a little embarrassing how fast you nodded, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms was otherworldly.

~After you admitted your love for physical touch, Wilbur would make sure you got as much of it as you wanted.

~Every time he held your hand, wrapped an arm around your waist, or pulled you onto his lap, you got so happy it made him grin.

~But when he kissed you for the first time?

~You were a blushing, shaking mess.

~The night of your first kiss together, you were sitting watching a movie on his couch, wrapped in Wilbur’s arms, his hand slowly rubbing circles into the small of your back.

~”Can I kiss you?” He’d murmured softly, leaning in while giving you plenty of time to pull away.

~But you don’t, leaning into the kiss instead, laughing a little as you accidentally collide with his nose.

~For your first kiss, it could’ve been worse.

~The rest of the movie was ignored, spent cuddling and planting soft kisses all over each other’s faces.

~Wilbur fell in love with you more every time you got flustered from him touching you, even just by brushing your hand.

~Takes every opportunity to touch you.

~Let’s just say you’re no longer touch starved after awhile.

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evilspiritsgoneloose · 2 years

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I didn't know you would request the third part like crazy xD, but I finally finished it after rewriting it like 5 times.

This will also be the end of the trilogy because I literarily don't have any idea more how it could continue.

Anyway, I hope you all will like it as much as the other parts

Stay hydrated and keep being awesome :D

A Little Note For You Pt.3 (End)

(SBIxFamilyMember!Reader)

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!Warning! Bullying, Swear words, Violence, Blood, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Philza, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Technoblade, (Secret Person)

Summary The Bully strikes again, but will not laugh after it.

Word Count 2,139

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All of your brothers stood around you, looking at the ground where the boy was laying. No one said a thing for like a minute until Tommy began to spoke, "What was that"? As random as this even just was, you felt the eyes of your older brothers on you. You didn't know why they were starting at you but you felt the urge to just escape them and run. Run after the mysterious boy.

But you did nothing. "Let's nothing interpret something into it" Wilbur spoke "could have just been made up to humiliate Y/n" he sighed "that mammal is up to no good"

Your brother were about to head to their next class, "Are you coming?" Techno called you out. You didn't realize they were moving. Thought over thought occupied your brain. Could the boy be the secret admirer, or did someone have a crush on you. It has to be the first

You snapped back into reality as Techno laid a hand on your shoulder. You immediately looked up to him with a questionable look.

"It already rang to the next class, hurry or you will be late" With a simple nod you opened your locker again. The folded letter flew out and fell to the ground. A little heart was seen on the top.

Everyone was gone by now, only you remained. So you thought. Just as you bend down to pick up the letter, a foot stepped on the paper. Nearly hitting your fingers. You looked up only to the bully.

"Look how we have here, a human who hides behind their brothers and can't do anything on their own"

"Leave me alone. I never did you any harm"

He laughed "as if you could hurt me, you're merely only bones" he began to flex his arms "I on the other hand have all the muscles. I could beat you in an instant" he looked down at you and saw what your intention was until he interrupted.

"You were picking something up? Oh! Let me get it for you"

The bully raised his shoe. You tried to grab it before he could but he was faster.

"Give it back" you demanded with a hand open.

He held the folded paper, halfway unfolded it, "or what? You're going to shout for your brothers"

With a mischievous grin, he got closer, nose nearly touching yours.

"Give it back, I don't want to hurt you"

The bully just laughed at you, "You? Trying to hurt me?" He laughed again "baby, I wouldn't do it, I could beat you into hospital" He held the paper above himself "You're lucky that I spare you, I don't beat pussies"

Your mood got shifted by 180 degrees, "But I do" was the last thing the bully heard before a strong kick pressed him into the lockers. Immediately after, he received a well deserved punch in the face.

God bless you for training a lot with Technoblade. For self-defense, as he called it.

Just for your luck, a teacher saw you hitting him and got alerted. "Y/n Minecraft, to the director! Now!" The teacher also pointed to the bully, "you too!"

The teacher walked away to the office, as Mr. I-can-beat-you pushed you away and said an angry "Thank you, ass"

Half an hour later, you sat in the office with Phil and the mother of the bully.

The mother was crying about how someone could be so hostile against her little baby boy.

Both you and Phil knew arguing against her would lead into a wall out of pure frustration.

The behaviour of her son was well known around the school. Everyone, even the teachers, were on bad terms with him, but of course mother only thinks he could never do harm to someone.

You grin inside you over the cute pet names. Great blackmail if you would ask me.

As the meeting was over, the bell rang for the next break.

Outside were your Brothers, waiting for you. They were surprised as you left the building with Phil. Because of Tommy, they already know why Phil was here with that look on his face. A face of disappointment.

Phil only said hello to his sons and left as quickly as possible. Now all six eyes are pointed towards you.

"What did you do?!" Tommy shouted.

"I punched someone"

Wilbur and Techno, mostly Will, looked at you in shock.

"Who?" Tommy wanted to know

"School bully" you only said, but all three knew who you mend.

Now techno was alerted. Never had you punched someone without a proper reason, "what did he do?"

"Not much. Only words" you sighed, "can we please talk about something else. Dadza already gave me a lesson and I don't want another one from you guys"

"Yeah, yeah, quit complaining" Tommy started "what ever this dude did, he deserves every bit of what you've done"

The next hours ended very quickly, and the next school day began just as fast.

You thought you would have a typical Schoolday, but oh boi were you wrong. Somehow, information got leaked about you fighting the Bully. And as soon as you entered the school ground, everyone looked at you.

Some looked shocked, some looked at you as if you were the hero. But none came up to you to talk, They all just stared.

"Don't all have something better to do" Tommy called out and now everyone looks away again.

All day you could hear talking around and about you. You hoped for another letter from the secret admirer, but nothing came. As if they never existed.

You felt sad. Upon not knowing who he was, you secretly wished for him to continue giving you letters with sweet nothing's on it.

You wanted to find out who he is. Hold him and have a great time together, maybe even go on a date. You sighed, thinking it would be all over now. All because of some Shit-eating ass that made him embarrassed.

The day stretched like gum, but a smile hushed over your lips as the bell rang, calling it the end of school. You just wanted to dump your stuff in the locker and get home. As you opened the locker, a letter was seen on top of your books. First you thought it was the one from yesterday, but then you remembered that the letter is actually in your pencil case.

You took the paper and unfolded it. What's written on it made you cry a single tear.

Hi Y/n

I first didn't want to write you today out of fear I get caught and bullied again. But all day you had been sad and I don't want you to be sad anytime. Please smile. Smile so your eyes shine in the sun again. Smile so your beautiful dimples are shown.

Yours Sincerely

While reading, you began to smile at how cheesy some lines were. But they made you happy nonetheless. You put the letter in your pocket and dumped the book in the looker. Ready to go home.

You had to go alone because Tommy and Will had lessons off and Techno still had Club activities. Thou, it didn't bother you at all, so you could still come down from your little smiling and red cheeks phase, without Tommy teasing you about it. The words from the letter occupied your mind almost the whole way home.

You were interrupted and ribbed back to reality as you heard a familiar voice shout.

It came from behind a wall, so you tried to climb it and look over. But curiosity kills the cat. The Bully was there again, with someone you couldn't quiet define. To your luck, one of the Bully's followers spotted you and made everyone aware. Just as your name got called, the mood of the bully shifted. He looked straight into your eyes and he looks like he's about to kill.

As fast as possible, you tried to run away and hide, but the other one was faster and grabbed you be the collar. He pulled you back with pure force. Breathing was hard for a second.

"Do you think you can just get away after what you did to me!" He clearly sounds mad "Because of you I'm not allowed to go to parties any more!" He drags you further behind the wall "You're gonna have to pay for your actions"

The Bully pushed you against the wall and pressed you down onto the ground. Just now, you could see who he was harassing before. It was the Boy from yesterday, the secret admirer. You recognized his face. He was in your class but you hadn't had a name connected to the face.

First, the Bully slapped you with his backhand, and he then squished your face against the wall. His goons hyped him up even more. You were in a tricky situation and weren't even able to defend yourself.

Barely seconds after, a punching sound could be heard and then felt how you got freed from the bully. You saw some pink hair for a second and after heard it some terrified screams from some followers.

As you came back to your senses, you realized what had happened. Technoblade had the Bully in his left hand, raised from the ground. He then let go, causing the bully to land on his butt. Techno looked town at him like the rubbish that he is. "I hope to never see you laying your filthy hands on my sibling again. Do you understand me?" He just nods and then sprints away out of fear.

Techno goes over to you and helps you up. You immediately hug him. "Are you okay?" he asked worried. You let go and look up at him "Yeah, only a few scratches"

You looked back to the boy from your class. His back was facing you and he was about to leave.

"Hey you!" You called. He stops immediately and slowly turns around, "You mean me?"

He had a busted open lip, which was bleeding badly also had a lot of dirt on his skin. Both of you looked very beaten up.

Besides the dirt and the scratched, he was gorgeous and handsome. How did he never get your attention? You felt stupid.

You got closer to him to have a proper look at his wounds, "We should get these treated" you could see how his eyes were fixated onto you. Disbelieve and nervousness could be seen in them. Your hands reached out to his arms, also checked them for any injuries. "Y/n" he called out your name so sweet and quiet, it made you stop your heart for a second.

One of your hands locked with his and you dragged him out of this horrible place and onto the streets.

Both of you sat down at the pavement. Techno was one step ahead and brought some supplies to clean both of your Injuries up. As the good brother he his, he helped you with the spots in your face.

Just as Techno was finished, his phone rang. Phil had called him to go into the next supermarket and get something for supper. He said goodbye to you and left you in awkwardness.

The boy had the medical supplies in his hand, but hadn't started cleaning up yet.

"Um... should I help you?" you asked. His heart was racing as fast as a Formula One car. So was yours. Without a word, he gave you the supplies and you started to treat his injuries. Neither of you talked about anything. There was just pure awkward silence, Thick pure awkward silence. As it was finished he simply said a "Thank you" but that was everything.

You sat there for a good amount of minutes until you couldn't hold it in any more, "You know... You always made my day with this little letters" He smiles down to the ground. "I'm glad they made you smile" He took in a deep breath in and out "I mean every word I wrote"

Again silence.

He couldn't see it because he was still staring at the ground, but your cheeks heated up and turned red.

You collected your shit together and tried to not let out a squeal. "I never got your name?"

"Karl"

You felt brave and placed a hand on his own one. Karl turned his head around to you. Pink cheeks are visible on both of your faces. Eyes are locked together for like a minute until you two simultaneously laughed.

The awkward tension flew away and Karl initiated to hold your hand. "Do you maybe want to go on a date?" You looked back into his eyes with a smile and said "Of course, I would love to"

The End

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oh also kenma lemme get some karl jacobs headcanons cause im dying for it <3 love ya bunny

Karl Jacobs Relationship Headcanons

Karl Jacobs x gender neutral reader Requested by: Beloved Proofread: N/A Genre: Fluff Music: You're Following The Mysterious Student Who Is Sneaking Out Of The Dormitories Warnings: Swearing Author's Note: Hello Beloved :) I've never written for Karl by himself so this is exciting! -Mod Kenma

Karl is an absolute sweetheart

He's the type of boyfriend to spoil his partner to death

He'll just give you small things that reminded him of you

It doesn't matter if it's a simple crystal or rock

His love language is physical touch so you have to get used to him just always touching you

His hand is always holding yours

His arms are always around your waist and shoulder

His hugs last longer than usual hugs, ya know?

Karl loves to be around you

The two of you lift each other's spirits up

Whenever either one of you feels down, the other is there to help

I feel like as soon as you and Karl become official, he begins to read your body language

He can tell when you're upset or uncomfortable with a situation and helps you feel more comfortable

Karl is also the type of boyfriend to remember all your favorite things

If he sees your favorite drink at a store he's at he'll get it for you

It's like a way of him showing that he's always thinking about you

Play with his hair when you two are cuddling

it's literally the fastest way to get him to fall asleep

I feel like he's really willing to share clothes with you

Like you two swap tops all the time

If he sees you in his sweaters he'll melt

He thinks you're the cutest person alive

You two probably bake a lot

Like cupcakes for his friends when they come over

Or a brownie recipe you found online

He's as passionate about your interests as he is about his own

Karl wants to know about everything you like

All of your special interests are now things he's interested in

Please infodump and tell him everything

Foolish, Punz, Sapnap, and Quackity all bother you two with super personal questions that fluster the both of you

Especially Sapnap and Quackity

If you kiss in front of any of his friends, they'll all make fake gagging noises

Or kissy noises it depends on the day

You're sometimes in the background of Mr Beast videos when you're hanging out on set with fellow members of the crew

Most of the time you're mentioned because Karl will just randomly bring up memories of you and tell stories

Jimmy loves listening to them (supportive dad friend vibes)

Everyone else just makes fun of Karl calling him whipped but he doesn't care

He knows that everyone is happy for him and likes you

And that's all that matters to him honestly

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Could you possibly do a Male God!Reader with 2-4 sets of wings (To show a sign of power, kind of like some goddesses with extra limbs to show power) with C!Quackity where they both just preen each others wings and have a nice fluffy day indoors if you feel comfortable with it and/or have time? Have a lovely day by the way ^^

This was really cute and fun to write (even though i rewrote it like five times lol), i hope you like it! :]

Pairing: Quackity X Reader

Pronouns: none used/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open! :]

“Would you quit moving so much? You’re gonna make me mess up.” Quackity chuckled as you continued to bounce with light laughter. He had made a rather stupid joke, in all honesty, but it made you laugh, now struggling to hold still while holding it in.

“(Y/n), it wasn’t even that funny, I mean, c’mon,” he started to slowly dissolve into laughter as well, his soft chuckles melding with yours. His hands dropped from your middle, left wing as he instead placed them on his legs trying to calm himself down as his wings fluttered behind him. What he hadn’t accounted for was your wings also fluttering with your laughter, something made all the more dangerous by your number of wings.

His sudden shriek and the soft thunk against one of your wings was what finally snapped you out of your laughter. Apparently, you had gotten yourself so worked up that one of your wings had accidentally thunked your boyfriend in the head. Knocking him over and startling him out of his own laughter.

“Oh shit, Quackity, love, I’m so sorry. You ok?” Quackity seemed to lay there for a moment, not fully comprehending what just happened.

“Did I just get slapped by your wing?” A brief snort escaped you as you helped him back into a sitting position, nodding your head as he looked at you bewildered.

“I’m sorry love, your joke had me laughing so hard that I just sorta lost control.” Quackity only stared at you for a moment before tackling you, pinning your larger frame below his.

“First you don’t sit still, and then you slap me with your wing! You’re in for it now.” His hands, smaller in comparison to yours, made quick work of finding your sides and attacking, nimble fingers dancing over your ribs and tickling you. A howl of laughter escaped from your mouth as you attempted to move his hands away, he was determined though, fueled by your earlier actions.

Your hands did little against his, weakened by your current state. Your wings, on the other hand, proved to be a big help. With you laughing uncontrollably, they were fluttering like wild beneath you, the six creating quite a racket as they knocked into everything.

“Quackity, I- pfft, wait- just,” he was relentless in his attack, not allowing you to speak out full sentences. It wasn’t until he was, again, hit accidentally by your wing that he stopped, allowing you a moment to collect yourself.

“You seriously hit me again?”

“It wasn't, it wasn’t on purpose!” You stuttered over your words as you thought about the action, trying not to laugh at your clearly displeased boyfriend.

“Yeah ok.” Quackity playfully rolled his eyes at you, smiling as you scoffed back, just as playfully.

“Your wings do the same thing when you laugh, they just aren’t big enough to hit me.”

“You're lying.”

“Oh yeah?” Your voice held a challenging tone, one that Quackity should’ve taken as a sign to run. Just as quickly as he had tackled you, had you flipped the situation on him, pinning him below you.

“Just watch,” and just as he did previously, you began to tickle him, chuckling as he squirmed and laughed uncontrollably. And just as you said, his wings did the same thing, flapping relentlessly against the floor below him.

“See, my little ducky, I was right.” Your hands raised, stopping the attack on the poor man as he used the chance to catch his breath.

“I’m not little.”

“Nah don’t say that, my sweet little man, my tiny beloved.” What started as preening, turned tickle fight, had now turned into teasing. At this rate, no wings would be finished today.

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Sapnap: Fluff ABC’s

Activities: What do they like to do with their significant other? How to they spend their free time with them?

Sapnap loves doing anything intimate, whether it be just holding pinkies or making out; he’ll always find time for you. But, you would have to initiate most of the time, but sometimes he surprises you.

Beauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Sapnap finds everything about you hot as hell, he does have his favorites. Your thighs is obviously one of them. He can’t get enough of them. Kneading the fat between his fingers, resting his head on them; it’s all relative in his book.

Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/having a panic attack/etc?

He would definitely freak out at first and forget everything that he had known from past experiences, but when he gains control of his senses, he knows almost exactly what to do. He holds his hand to your chest and puts pressure on it until your breathing slows/have a bigger smile on your face. He then kissed down where tears had dried or if you weren’t crying, he would just pepper your face with small kisses.

Dreams: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He seems like to either have it all planned out, or FREAKS OUT when anyone brings it up. He definitely wants kids. Not right now, obviously, but if he knows he has a stable job by the time y’all are around 30, the topic of children will be a non-stop conversation. If you don’t want kids, he would be fine with getting a FUCK TON of animals. He definitely sees getting married to you one day, and is more than ready for y’all to spend your years together.

Equal: Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or more passive?

Sapnap seems like he would definitely have a slight dominant edge, but once in a while, he would be the most passive guy you knew, which was pretty adorable when you thought about it. All in all, it was a pretty equal relationship. You both make sure you’re 100% on board with something and make sure that you are on the same page 99% of the time.

Fights: Would they forgive their s/o easily? How do they fight?

Sapnap seems like the type to get upset pretty easily, but he wouldn’t hold very many grudges. The ones he does, he would bring up in future arguments and cause a huge scene with it. He would forgive/apologize soon after when he missed you. Fights would definitely consist of a lot of cussing and shouting.

Gratitude: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o are doing for them?

He seems like the type to try and pay for everything (with Dream’s money, of course) but you would slip a few things by him. He would try to pay you back, but the running offer is a minute of cuddles for each dollar, which was more than happy to pay instead. He does appreciate everything you do, and remembers to thank you for everything at least once a week (most of the time more).

Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Sapnap definitely has a few secrets, but nothing major. More along the lines of things he thought in fights (but never said because those thoughts never lasted), not past relationships. Almost everything is up in the air, but if he has secrets, it’s probably that he just forgot to tell you something.

Inspiration: Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

You definitely have changed him, just like how he changed you. You’re both definitely more confident and can show your affection easier. Easy to say, you both changed each other for the better.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Sapnap gets jealous, for sure. If you two are somewhere and he goes to grab something and comes back to you talking to a guy who was conventionally attractive, he would get jealous and/or insecure. When this happened, he would probably go very quiet and watch this interaction play out. Once you were done, he would grab your hand and not let go of it until you were out of the building.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” he would dismiss anything you would say until later that night. The only way to make him feel better would physical touch.

Kiss: Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Sapnap’s kisses are hot and fiery most of the time, but when he is tired or insecure they are softer and you usually dominate them. Hands on your face, holding you close.

The first kiss was an accident, honestly. The only reason they had their first kiss is when two of your friends liked each other and they would only have their first kiss if you two did too, which you both were big supporters of their friends’ relationship, so you decided to just do it.

Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

He would be so shy, it would be so cute. He would stutter on accident and get so mad at himself. You would have to calm him down and he would try again, smiling widely with a small blush. And when you accept, he would act all chill, but then he would start wildly texting on his phone/shouting into his headset (most likely talking to Dream).

Marriage: Do they want to get married? How would they propose?

As I said before, he would either have it all planned out or have nothing planned. He probably would want to get married six months into the relationship, but wouldn’t propose then because he’s scared he would fuck up everything. They would definitely propose after you guys went somewhere fancy (again, using Dream’s money because HE’S the really sugar daddy). You would expect it at the restaurant, but he would do it when you were walking home (probably a block from y’all’s house.)

Nicknames: What would he call is s/o?

Honey- New to relationship

Babe- Around friends

Darling- By yourselves, on a date/somewhere romantic

Baby- Later in relationship

Bubby- When he’s sick

On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

The biggest simp of all time, dude. He would do everything for you and find anyway to physically touch you. His eyes would soften anytime he would look at you. It’s so painfully obvious and everyone cringes when he says something hinting that he loves you and you don’t catch on.

PDA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag about their s/o? Or are they rather shy to show any PDA?

The only real reason he wouldn’t is because he doesn’t want to cross any of your boundaries. They would so brag about you on stream/in call. If someone asked, he wouldn’t be shy to say that your his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.

Quirk: A random ability that they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?

Sapnap is SUPER caring and will definitely have time for you. He wouldn’t leave you out of anything. If he goes to meetup with someone, you better believe your coming with him. If you’re gone for a few days on a trip, he won’t be out of arms reach for a second after you come back. You will not be touch-starved once when dating him.

Romance: How romantic are they?

He is one of the romantic people, dude. It doesn’t mean he’s the most creative, but he’s still going to do everything he can so you can see how much you mean to him. His friends usually help with creative things to do, but he conveys their thoughts amazingly.

Support: How supportive are they of their s/o’s goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s one of your biggest supporters and will do anything to help you reach your goals! Whether it be saying something on stream or posting something on Twitter, you would have as much support that you want, and more.

Thrill: Do they need to try out new things to spice up the relationship?

Sapnap would definitely need new things in a relationship, at least for the first few years. Once you two find a pattern though, it usually sticks and he’s content.

Understanding: How we’ll do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He may not be the best at picking up on emotions, but he knows your little quirks you have when you’re upset/mad. When he picks up on these, he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better.

Value: How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in his life?

The relationship is SUPER important to him and there are only certain things that could change it being his number one. If it brings toxicity to his friends (which he probably knew longer than you) that would probably the only reason you two would break up. You mean the most to him, and he wouldn’t change that for the world.

Wild Card: A random fluff headcannon

He loves gift giving. He hates getting gifts, but loves giving them. Anything you even mention wanting, it’ll be at the door with Prime shipping. If you buy him something, you have to just slip it into his room without him knowing because he doesn’t know how to react when getting gifts.

XOXO: Do they like to kiss/cuddle/etc?

I don’t think I really need to answer this one. Literally look at any of these other paragraphs. Yes.

Yearning: How do they cope when missing their partner?

He would never say this out loud, but cuddling your pillow. He hates being without you, so when you’re not around, he’s either hollowed in his room or spending as much time with his friends just so he doesn’t have to think about you not being there.

Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?

YES!!! ABSOLUTELY!!! No question about it, he would do anything he could to make sure you’re happy and everyone is happy in the relationship. He loves you and tries his hardest to let that be known. (He definitely said “I love you” first, no doubt)

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