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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Wilbur x Reader, where the reader lives in the US and decides to fly over to the UK and surprise Wilbur. Let’s say the reader maybe got ahold of Tommy and Ash to plan out a Vlog as a way to cover up the surprise meet up. So Wil, Tom and Ash go to the beach and around town recording and stuff, which is when the reader will just show up and be like ‘surprise!’
short but sweet. thanks for sending this in
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“y’know,” Tommy answers on the second ring, “Time zones are a real thing.”
You snort, “Hello to you too, Toms. Believe me, I know they are. It’s 9 here, which means-“
you pause for a second before it hits you. “oh fuck, Tommy. I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“
A laugh comes through the line, obviously tired, but he speaks anyways: “Nah, it’s fine. I was up anyways,” He lies. “What’s up?”
You hesitate, and Tommy knows you enough to push it out of you. “Seriously,” he insists, “I was up. What’s going on. Talk to me.”
you laugh, a hum. “You sound like Wil, now.”
“Taking that as a compliment,” He huffs, “What’s up?”
“So, follow me on this-“
“Following you.” Tommy promopts, making you laugh.
“I was thinking-I have this weekend off and I know y’all are going to the beach, i was thinking i could surprise him?”
“and you want my help?” he asks, sounds hesitant.
“Well, y-yeah?” you bite your fingernail as you wait, “if you aren’t busy, or don’t mind or anything, of course.”
Tommy comes to life now.
“Fuck yeah!” He’s sitting up in bed now, leaning over to his nightstand to grab his glasses and shove them on his face, grab a pen and paper. “You wanna meet us there? we could tell him we’re filming one of my Vlogs.”
You two stay up late, planning the small visit, Tommy promising to keep it quiet, get Wilbur onto the beach and distracted by whatever antics he can think of so he doesn’t see you coming.
for once, it’s not tommy that has a hard time keeping the secret; it’s you.
every phone call, every text, it hangs on the tip of your tongue, threatens to fall off and tattle on yourself with it.
and you think, for the most part, he doesn’t see it coming.
you planted the lie early, a late night meeting the night before when you’ll be flying, another meeting that you said was going to happen as you’re driving to the beach.
miss u. hope you’re having a good day. tommy’s taking us to the beach, if i die you can have my tomagotchi collection xx
you bite your lip and turn the music up to force yourself to not text him back.
when you pull in, you can see Tommy’s can parked in the corner, and you think if you squint enough you can see some figures in the distance that might be your boyfriend and his friends. you take some deep breaths and steady yourself, walking away from them, to the other corner of the beach where tommy plans on taking him next to film, and wait.
it kills you. you can hear them laughing, which brings a smile to your face but also gnaws at your stomach, the ache of missing out on it-
your phone buzzes again, but it’s Tommy’s number and all it says is: coming which borders on ominous, but you push down the text you want to send over it, and sit on the beach, waiting.
“Tommy,” Wilbur calls, “You absolute dick. If i find you, you’re taking a swim. i can’t believe-“
“Surprise?” it a question, not a statement, and not the big surprise you wanted it to be, but tommy goes rogue, as suspected, and a text from Ash warns you, quickly remakes plans.
“Darling?” he comes to a complete stop, eyebrows squished together and his hands play with the edge of his glasses as if he can’t believe it.
“Yeah!” you giggle, squirm in your spot, “Surprise!”
“no fuckin’ way,” he’s laughing, jogging to your side, “no fucking way. i can’t believe you-“
but he gets to you, and he lifts you up as your bellies press together, legs bent in the air and he kisses you on the lips again and again, as if he can’t believe it’s you.
“it’s me, Wil.” you laugh as he land a wet kiss to your cheek again, plays with the ends of your hair again, “I told you.”
“you tricked me,” he smiles, his hand on the side of your face as he leans your head up again, another kiss. “I can’t believe you tricked me. I’ll have to get you back.”
you giggle, “looking forward to it.”
his hand pushes hair away from your face and he leans down to kiss you again until you laugh and push him, as Tommy and friends crowd around, a mix of laughs and fake gagging over how cute you two are.
“look,” wilbur laughs, his figners still laced into yours, “look who’s here. who surprised me.”
“we know, Wilbur.” Tommy puffs his chat out, “we planned it, and i helped.”
wilbur leans down, kisses you a last time, his lips still against yours, “i’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles, “I have to go kill Toms, gimme a second.”
and you laugh as he pressed a final kiss before he takes off running in the sand towards tommy.
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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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angstyx · 2 years
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Ah ok I didn’t know!
What about streaming with the SBI?
Sorry I’m Nights friend Toby!
It nice to meet you!
-Toby
Streaming W/ The SBI HCs!
TW: cursing, random stuff (i kinda just went off with random ideas), messy writing
Requested?: [Yes] [No]
Note: another fic? wow wow
This is kinda messy sorry
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it'll be total chaos
and i mean total
i mean you probably could already guess what'll happen right?
tommy and wilbur would be arguing with each other over some dumb shit (probably over the game you guys were playing)
phil would be trying to calm them down but give up after a mere 5-10 minutes and just decide to chill with his chat and you instead
you would probably just be either try to calm the two down as well or just laugh your ass off at them while calling them dumbasses
would you be wrong tho? exactly
and techno? yeah who knows what he'll be doing
someone's stream would crash at least once or twice or maybe more than that
i bet 10 bucks itll be wilbur's cause i bet he'll knock or unplug something
but if it was a irl stream you guys were doing? then oh boy
buckle up cause itll be even worse than if you guys were playing a game
the stream would be named "chill irl stream w/ sbi" but once someone clicks on the stream they'll be met with screaming and cursing
again, the stream would definitely crash once or twice and itll be lagging most half of the time
maybe during the stream you guys would just be walking around places but still even if you guys were doing that tommy would find out a way to make it entertaining
maybe he'll publically embarrass himself or something close to that honestly
yeah maybe a irl stream wouldnt be a good idea
lets just stick to gaming streams cause tho itll still be chaotic, itll be less chaotic
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prrism · 11 months
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A Rival’s Arrival
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part ?
Summary: You’re training when you get a surprise visit…
Characters: Techno x Reader, feat. Puffy, Dream and Foolish
Relationships: parental, platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
Another swing of his weapon and another easy block by you but you had to give him credit, he was quite the natural in combat.
“Not bad, next time I recommend trying to pull a fake out attack before hitting from behind.” You instruct.
“It won’t be a fake out if you know it’s coming.” Techno deadpans, you chuckle.
“I know that and you know that, but on an actual battlefield your enemy won’t know that.” You explain, he just shrugs and you continue your training. You’ve been outside sparring with Techno a lot longer then you normally would, the crisper air making for perfect conditions as it acted as a natural cooler so you didn’t have to worry about overheating. Although with the autumn weather starting you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something…
“Ah!” You’re caught off guard by the sudden shove against your leg, making you stumble to the side a little before catching yourself. “Wha-hey! Dream!” You playfully glare at the giggling culprit.
“Ha! I got you right where I want you, now victory is mine!” He exclaims, charging at you with his wooden sword. You chuckle and wait for the “final strike” but the clatter of another weapon tells you otherwise, looking down to see Techno block Dream’s attack, knocking him down. Techno let’s out an angered growl, glaring daggers at Dream.
“Whoa! Hey, take it easy, it’s alright, everything’s okay.” You instantly step in, remembering how protective and aggressive piglins could get if someone hurts their family.
“But he hit you!” Techno points accusingly at a confused Dream.
“I know, I know. But I’m alright… Besides,” you give him a smirk, “it’ll take a whole lot more then a simple shove and wooden sword to take me down.” Techno still looked defensive but he does calm down enough to step away. “So, I take it you ran ahead of your mom just to say hi?” You look back to Dream as he gets off the ground.
“Ummm… no?” He looks around before pointing to the two other approaching figures. “See! She’s over there.” You let out a soft chuckle before heading over to greet Puffy.
“Hey! Puffy! Long time no see.” You greet once she’s closer.
“Hey (y/n), hope you don’t mind the sudden visit.” She greets back.
“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave it off. “I should’ve realized you’d be coming by now that autumn is setting in. How was the voyage?”
“The voyage went great, as usual.” Puffy says proudly.
“That’s awesome. Oh! And I see little Foolish isn’t so little anymore either. You’ve grown quite a bit since I last saw you.” You look down at Foolish who’s partially hiding behind Puffy’s leg. You wave at him with a smile, he waves back with a small smile of his own.
“Sensei? Who are these people?” You hear Techno ask, also gaining Puffy’s attention as she looks over at him.
“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Puffy, and you are?” She introduces herself, kneeling down to meet his level, Techno edges closer to you warily.
“It’s alright, she’s a friend.” You reassure. He still settles for staying closer to you, it’s almost laughable considering how defensive he was earlier with Dream. “This is Techno, I found him alone in the Nether and been caring for him since.” You explain, Puffy gives a somber look before her attention is brought to Dream calling for her.
“Mom! Mom! I made a new friend!” He says excitedly, bounding over to her.
“That’s great…” Her voice trails off on you as your attention is directed to the hybrid pulling at your leg, silently asking for you to kneel down.
“What is it?” You ask quietly.
“I am not friends with him.” Techno huffs, you chuckle softly.
“No? But you seemed to be getting along so nicely before.” You joke, he looks at you unamused making you laugh again. “I’m kidding, but trust me Dream isn’t that bad a kid, he’s a really good fighter, a little ambitious in combat but good.”
“Heh? You think he’s good? Please, I could beat him easily.” Techno waves off like it’s nothing.
“Oh?” You raise an amused eyebrow. “Well if you’re so confident, care to put it to the test?” He gives an interested look, you then stand and walk back over to Puffy. “Say, Puffy. What do you say on letting Dream have a sparring match Techno?”
“That’s a great idea! Dream really needs to practice more with others at his level.” She says with a smile and a nod, Dream seemed just as thrilled.
You lead everyone back over to your training area, which was a nice flattened area of the field you set up a few weapon stands for various weapon training. You mark the ground in certain areas to define were the sparring zone would be before grabbing some wooden swords for the boys, making sure they were equal in quality and durability before handing them over.
“Alright, we want a fair fight here, so you must use your weapons to knock your opponent over. There will be four rounds before we decide a winner.” You announce, slowly raising your hand. “On my mark…” The two ready themselves, you could practically see the fire in both their eyes, a please smirk on your face at the already budding rivalry.
“Begin!”
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imaginemcyt · 1 year
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cc!ranboo x reader (platonic)
tw: none!
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lmao i just remembered i had this app and wanted to use it for all my silly little followers on this silly little app <3
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imaginesfreetotake · 2 years
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Imagine being apart of the Dsmp Vidcon panel
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sleep-0-deprived · 6 months
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Do you write for mcyt?
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YES as long as long as they aren’t bad or problematic also I won’t write for minors. I should also mention I will not write any proships comships or any of that since I’ve seen a lot of mcyt lovers ship that sort of thing and also poppytwt dni since that shit is gross
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wilczachannn · 2 years
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– SLEEPOVER, cc! tommyinnit.
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in which // you come over to tommys apartment for an unplanned sleepover at night.
genre // platonic ,, fluff.
word count // 400+
warning // some swear words?
a/n // for @ohworm-writes 's event here !! honestly i am not proud of how this one turned out ,, could've been better ,, i'm sorry :(( not proof-read !!
prompts // "a sleepover? what are you eight years old?" & "just let me in."
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being bored was not something you felt often, due to being friends with the one and only, tommyinnit. you loved that boy to bits, but sometimes he was just too much, not that you cared, you really enjoy his company, however, he can be overwhelming at times, in a somewhat good way. not only the chaos moments were memorable, the wholesome ones as well.
so when you showed up in front of tommys house, it wasn't much of a surprise, he was so used to you showing up at the most random times even at night, which was the case right now. you managed to sneak out of your own home, only with a jacket and your phone, which was lovely. you didn't walk alone often, but it surely had its own atmosphere. the sky was fully covered with stars and a few constellations could be seen spread around.
anyways, once were i'm front of his dior, you knocked as loudly and quickly as you possibly could, perhaps to scare him a little or just because you were bored. you kępy doing that until you heard loud thumps from the other side. smiling softly to yourself, you let out a quick chuckle.
"i'm coming! no need to be a twat." he hugged, mumbling the last part of his sentence then aggressively opening the door almost hitting you straight into your face. quickly moving out the way, you couldn't help but notice how tired he looked, you probably woke him up in the process of banging on the door, you'll make sure to apologize later. fixing yourself a bit, you grinned and waved at the boy.
"hello tommy!"
"what the fuck are you doing here? its like 2 am you dumbass."
"well that isn't how you greet someone, but hello to you too! i will ignore your insult, now this is the part where you let me in and we have a sleepover, move."
"who said i will let you in?"
"i said that." you sassed right back.
the boy started glaring at you, thought he quickly returned the smile, finding the situation amusing.
"a sleepover? what are you eight years old?" you put your hand to your heart dramatically, pretending to be offended by what he said, you scoffed.
"just let me in." was all you said, pushing past him. with that started an all nighter that the both of you regretted the next day.
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Oink P1 -Short bc i want more action in part 2-
requested by @KaiMick1 on wattpad  -Child Yn also he/him- Part one will be Philza x Reader Part two is Techno x Reader 
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Yn, who had lost both his parents and his tribe, sat on the nether floor and stared at the lava while tears streamed down his face. When Yn heard footsteps, he swiftly spun around to see a tall, blond man with two black wings sprouting from his back. He was wearing a green hat and robe. Slowly rising to his feet, Yn made a squeaky grunting sound.
The man turned and smiled as he turned to face Yn. Yn stomped his feet and waved at the male, who waved back while his tail waggled. His tail began to wag faster as he approached the male and stopped directly in front of him. "Hey kiddo," the blonde remarked as he crouched down and rubbed Yn's head. Yn made a grunting noise and bumped the man's palm.
"You are the cutest little piglin,"  The male sprang back as Yn squealed and shouted, "P-piglin." He then looked over the piglin, which he could now see had more human features, just like his son. "You can talk?" he said. " I'm Philza, what's your name," Yn tilting his head. After pausing, Yn exclaimed, "Yn!" and grunted.
"Well, Yn, you make me think of my son, who is roughly your age." "son!" Phil laughed as Yn squealed and snorted, "Yeah, his name is Technoblade, perhaps you can meet him." Yn waggled his tail and nodded.
--3 days later--
As Yn waited for Philza to return in front of a glowing portal, the portal began to whirl and create loud noises, causing Yn to flick his ears back. Yn immediately hugged Philza's legs and said, "Philza!" " Do you want to come with me, Yn" Philza asked making Yn to nod and attempt to enter the portal. As soon as he joined, Philza grabbed hold of Yn and pulled him into the portal so they could travel together.
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god-of-balance · 2 years
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DSMP x Reader x OC's Incoorect Quotes Pt. 4
StarWorld(OC): Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world! Techno: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Syrex(OC): More or less, I guess... Wilbur: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that! Wolfy(OC): I’m new here, but I am open to the concept. Tommy: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on! Y/n, lying in bed with a pillow over ears: I just want sleep!
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We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend) fic masterlist [updated]
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or: the one where wilbur is always on his porch and becomes your safe haven
this fic deals with heavy subject matter such as abuse. please read the trigger warnings.
“What do you say we run away?” you sigh into him, his fingertips on the edge of yours, barely holding onto one another.
He snorts, doesn’t sigh, even though he’s answered this question millions of times, even as he’s patching you up- “Our parents would find us,” he indulges, just like he does as he pours rubbing alcohol over your scrapes and bruises, “and would murder us. Then they’d bring us back to clean it up, and honestly, darlin’, i’m happier with you here than dead.”
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
finale
alternative ending
playlist (by the amazing @the-phantom-author)
tag (with other ficlets and world bullding)
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thek1ngtalks · 2 years
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Prompt: Touching your soulmate leaves a temporary mark that fades after a few hours.
Dream, Tommy, Niki, Wilbur, Eret, Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy
Dream loves leaving thumb stokes, swirling over your cheekbones and brushing down your arms. His hand leaves neon green stains and sometimes he traces obscenes pictures onto your palms just to make you laugh when you notice a few minutes later.
Tommy leaves pastel red smears. Across your back and neck, where he had pulled you closer with his arm. Handprints against your palms, because he really likes holding your hand. He'll draw hearts on your arms and dicks on your face if you fall asleep near him.
Niki draws flowers on your crown. A gentle watercolor pink. Hand prints on your face from where she cupped it, just to admire at you. Your hands are entirely pink because she loves fiddling with them.
Wilbur's handprints are on your shoulders, because he sometimes just claspes them to lead you around in public. They are a soft and dewy blue, a little bit of sunshine. There are spots of blue peaking through your hair because he also likes setting his chin on your head, patting you, pressing his thumb to your crown in a mock simba moment.
Eret is a bright pink mixed with soft hues of purple. They swirl together around your waist. When his hands trail mindlessly over your arms, they're stained magenta for hours. He drops soft kisses on your nose and leaves a bright pink lip stain on your eyelids.
Quackity presses his arms against yours, leaving dewy yellows and deep blues marks that layers over themselves. There are soft brushes across your forehead and over your ears after he tries to push away every strand of baby hair's blocking your face. There are imprints of his head from when he slept across your lap.
Ranboo leaves red and green fingerprints on the back of your hands and arms. Brushes across your back, a few odd spots on your legs when he pokes you with his feet. He likes leaving two stains under your eyes, like eyebags but distinctly unnatural.
Fundy has handprints on your back and knees, because he likes slapping them just to mess with you. Soft rising sun orange lines tracing over your knuckles, wrapping around your palms. A blob with a tail rest on your collarbone, you think he mightve been trying to draw a fox.
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[I really quickly wrote this during passing periods and I will admit, I am starved for affection. This is definitely a cry for help. Please feed me internet likes to curb this horrible medical condition plaguing me.]
[Anyways I have a whole hunking load of soulmate prompts that I apparently wrote down months ago for 500 followers special that I never ended up doing and is now dying in my main acc's drafts. I might go through a few more for fun like I did this one, with short answer prompts for a handful of cc's. Or maybe I'll write official ones longer than 1k, only God knows (and me ig).
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faye-writes-stuff · 1 year
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INCORRECT QUOTES TIME
INCORRECT QUOTES TIME
sapnap, throwing their head into y/n's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! y/n, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are
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tommy: Are you ready to commit? y/n: Like, a crime, suicide, or a relationship?
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y/n: Do you want to know your gay name? ranboo: My... my gay name? y/n: Yeah, it's your first name- ranboo: Haha. Very funny y/n- y/n: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. ranboo: Oh- oh my god.
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dream: Can you cut me some slack, y/n? I’m sort of in love. y/n: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. dream: I’m in love with you. y/n: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.
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tubbo: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city. ranboo: Well, that was entirely predictable. tubbo: One of them punched a gang member. ranboo: tommy? tubbo: y/n, actually. ranboo: Oh, that was going to be my second guess
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bro should i make a tag for these lmao?
imma make more because yes
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prrism · 11 months
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Hi!! Could you do Karl for the Babysitters Guide series? Have a good day/night!
I would love to! Karl is such a sweet, wholesome guy so of course I had to write this
Sweet Cuddlebug
Summary: You’ve been struggling on one of your projects for a while now, hoping some fresh air will help you feel better instead you find a very clingy Karl alone on the side of the road…
Characters: Karl Jacobs x Reader
Relationship: platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
You needed a break and some fresh air, your current project was proving to be tough and not wanting to completely lose all your sanity you figured a nice walk would help. It seems you’ve forgotten just where you live and that peace and quiet can be quite the rarity, the growing sounds of crying evident of that. You were unsure if this was some sorta trap but pushed the thought aside with how distressed the mysterious source sounded. When you finally locate said source of the sound you’re simultaneously surprised and unsurprised at a child version of Karl sitting at the side of the road.
“Karl? Now how did you get all the way over here?” You question aloud, gaining his attention. Immediately the crying turns into softer whimpers and he reaches up for you. Without hesitation you pick him up and give him a boop on the nose earning you a small giggle, you smile and do it again making him brighten up a little more, you do it one more time and Karl goes from a sad whimper to elated laughing. “Alright, let’s get you somewhere safer.” You say, turning around to head back home.
You enter your home and set Karl down on the couch, you weren’t sure how long he’d been out there but you assumed a snack might cheer him up more. Grabbing some apples and carrots you’re about to cut them into smaller pieces when you feel weight lean against your leg, glancing down at Karl now clinging to you and staring at you with big doe eyes.
“Can I help you?” You ask, semi-sarcastically.
“Up, up, up.” Karl reaches up to you making little grabby hands. You can’t hold back a smile at how adorable he looked.
“You want up? Don’t you want a snack first?” To your surprise he shakes his head and continues reaching for you.
“Up, up, up.” He starts bouncing in place. Who were you to deny such a request so naturally you place what you’re holding down and lift him up, instantly he snuggles against you.
“Aww, you just wanted some cuddles, huh? Are you a little cuddlebug?” You give little Eskimo kisses making him giggle happily. Your day was filled with lots and lots of cuddles, you just couldn’t say no to Karl’s puppy eyes, not that you complaining either.
When you were finally able to get him to draw you take the opportunity to stretch out a bit, returning shortly after to see several strange drawings by him. One looked like a clock with swirling patterns around it, easy enough to figure out, what really stuck out to you was the pictures of a strange clocked figures and some sort of angel(?) with XD on its face, or mask you weren’t too sure.
“Whatcha drawing there Karl?” You ask, though you already knew you weren’t going to get an answer. Confirming this when he says nothing and reaches for you again, easily taking the hint you lift him into your arms again. As he happily cuddles against you, you’re still eyeing the pictures he drew wondering why they made you feel uneasy, especially the one of the angel, if that was even what it was. You don’t get to dwell on the feeling much longer when a familiar whirling sound hits your ears and you quickly set Karl onto the ground, in a quick puff he’s back to normal but still looking at you with puppy eyes.
“Hey, why’d you stop?” He pouts.
“Sorry, didn’t exactly feel like dropping you now that you’re yourself again.” You chuckle. “Why? Did you still need more cuddles?” You question sarcastically.
“Yes.” He answers sincerely.
“Umm… I’m sure if you head home Sapnap will be more then happy to cuddle with you.” You suggest.
“Well yeah, but I need cuddles to help hold me over before the long journey home. Please?” He stares at you expectantly, you sigh.
“Oh alright. Even now I still can’t say no.” You cave, muttering that last part. Karl smiles brightly and happily wraps you in a hug, you return the gesture with a smile of your own.
Who’da thought that all you needed to relax from that big, tough project wasn’t simply a walk but some well deserved cuddles from a friend.
That was a fun one 😁 I hope you guys liked it too. Feel free to let me know whose childish adventures you’d like to see next
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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year
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SBI with a reader that doesn't like physical touch
TW: N/A
A/N: we need more hype for people who don't like being touched it's unreal
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CC!TommyInnit (platonic)
In all fairness, sometimes he forgets
He sometimes goes to hug you or something but immediately stops when he remembers and apologises
He doesn't make a big deal out of it - the second you tell him that you don't like hugs, he says "okay" and respects that
He's absolutely curious as to why, but he doesn't ask
He doesn't think it's his place to ask, and he's completely fine with the fact that it's not his business
If you choose to tell him, he's more than happy to listen
It doesn't matter if it's due to past trauma, hypochondria or just that you don't like that sort of affection, he's there to listen and won't judge you
If, at some point, you were to decide that you're okay with it, he'll be excited but he'll be trying so hard not to overwhelm you with it
CC!Wilbur Soot (platonic or romantic)
Definitely respects it
He has days where he doesn't want people to touch him, so he can relate sometimes
You have other ways to bond, like talking and just spending time in each other's vicinity
Doesn't ask why and doesn't care, all he needs to know is that he shouldn't touch you
If you do tell him though, he'll be so honoured that you trust him that much
Very validating, if you say something like "I'm sorry, it's pathetic/stupid" he will immediately shut that down
C!Technoblade (platonic)
He totally understands, he doesn't like physical touch either
Will literally only touch you if someone's life is on the line
and even then he'd apologise when you're back to safety
Finds other ways of showing affection, through gifts or words
Will never ask why you don't like being touched, whether he wants to know or not
NEVER.
Refuses to do anything that would push your boundaries
CC!Philza (platonic)
Very understanding
Doesn't bother asking - or even wondering - why, he just accepts it without question
If he meets up with you but doesn't know about it, he might go to hug you but stop when he sees your expression
Apologises afterwards
Tries not to make a big deal out of it if he does forget, especially if you don't like making it into a big thing
Makes sure other people know about it, but tries to make it subtle
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imaginesfreetotake · 2 years
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Imagine hanging out with Tommy on his birthday
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Happy birthday Tommy!
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