#mcytxreader

[moonligyt1234]

Platonic Philza x Child! Reader

Philza who loves messing with your hair no matter how long or short it is.

Philza who always worried when you get injured.

Philza who always make sure to have a free time to spend with you.

Philza who always bring little trinkets from his adventures.

Philza who tells you countless of stories stories that are almost unbelievable to everyone.

Philza who teach of what you need to learn. Their family can be something else. If you get captured at least you'll be able to protect your self.

Philza could only watched in silence as you run to youre mother with the brightest smile. Hugging her and telling her stories blabbering like a child.

Philza have love and hate relationship after six months have passed. Because you'll go back to your mother. His wife.

The Divine Realm is where you truly belonged. After all you inherited most of your mother's divinity.

Even though Philza is strong he cant keep taking care of you forever. He knows that he himself have limitations he won't be able to protect you.

As every end of the six months you stayed with him he always have a bitter sweet smile on his face.

But he knows his wife will protect you.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp philza #dsmp kristin #dsmp x reader #dsmp platonic #headcannons #mcyt #mcytxreader #childreader #platonic

[mrs-soot]

Letters 📜✒️

cc!Wilbur x Reader

Summary: You and Wilbur are long distance and write letters to each other as a way of expressing your emotions.

TW: Mentions of stress, anxiety

Help now I want to write a whole fic of this

You and Wilbur first ever talked through letters

You had been assigned each other as pen pals through a program you had both signed up for

Wilbur was the first to send his letter, and you two hit it off immediately

The letters took ages to get back due to the distance, but they were always worth it

They were always casual, but engaged. After a while, you could feel the lift in mood when you heard the postman come by

After half a year or so, Wilbur felt that you were good enough friends to ask for your number. What's the harm in asking? It would be easy.

Or that's what he thought until he found himself sitting in his desk, searching for the correct words

After a while he gave up and just out right asked as a footnote on the bottom of what was otherwise a typical letter

When you got the letter, you jumped up to grab your phone

But as you added the contact and hovered your finger over the call button, the truth set in

You had never even heard his voice. How should you approach this? What if he finds it weird how fast you called? Should you just text him?

You had been too caught up in your worries that you didn't even realize you had accidentally clicked call

It went for three rings before he picked up

"Hello?"

His voice was deep and laced with a beautiful British accent, and you found yourself unable to speak for a few moments

You panicked and stuttered out a incoherent string of words

"Sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"Yeah, uh sorry! Is this Wilbur? This is Y/N. Again sorry! I didn't mean to call you immediately, I should've considered your time zone and-"

"Y/N? No, I'm so glad you called! I thought maybe I had written my number too small or that you wouldn't, I don't know, care enough?"

You reassured him and you two went on to have a lovely (even though slightly awkward) conversation that night

You still wrote letters, just out of habit and because it was a source of comfort for both of you.

After the initial call, it became one of your daily tasks. You would eventually FaceTime, and that's when you began to notice it.

The butterflies when you called or the extra pep in your step when you got a letter back

So maybe you had a crush on the cute, letter-writing British boy

You assumed it would go away with time

But maybe you assumed wrong

The more you talked, the more you felt yourself falling for Wilbur

The letters you were getting seemed to be more and more affectionate, but you assumed it was all platonic.

"Yeah, what are your thoughts on relationships anyway?" The question from the man on the phone caught you off guard.

"Uh, I guess I'm kind of looking for one at the moment. I kind of, maybe have somebody in mind."

"Ah." His voice seemed deflated, but you were sure it was your imagination

After that, he became more distant and reserved. What used to be lively conversations turned into small talk. The inside jokes fizzled out, and your letters were a little less frequent.

And it was driving you crazy

Wilbur was one of the most important people in your life at the moment, and you really didn't want to lose him

You were too scared to bring it up on a call, so you resorted to your most affectionate form of communication: letters

You poured your heart out, asking him if you had done something wrong and why your friendship seemed to be fizzling out

When a week passed without mention, you felt your heart break a little

Maybe you were being ridiculous. You were just pen pals. There was no obligation for him to be your friend.

But the next day, the letter came:

(Please excuse my letter-writing skills💀)

Dear Y/N,

I never meant for you to feel as though the friendship was being neglected or even put on hold. Truthfully, I value it more than most things in my life at the moment. But in order to apologize and explain the reasoning for my distance, there's a very important confession I need to make. My hope is that it doesn't harm what we already have, but it's time I come clean.

For a while now, I've realized that I like you more than as a friend. But I was so nervous you didn't reciprocate that I couldn't find the strength or courage to tell you. I didn't want to tarnish what was a beautiful friendship. But I notice now that it's done more harm than good, and for that I deeply apologize.

Ever since the first call, you always made me feel special and wanted. Like there was a reason I exist and that you would be there for me. I noticed all the cute habits you have, like how you talk faster when you're exited or how your first instinct when somebody is down is to listen. Truth be told, I'm smitten for you and I'm not sure how to tell you.

When you told me you had somebody in mind for a relationship, I assumed you meant somebody else. I care too much about you to ever get in the way of your happiness. So I backed off, just in case you needed your space. My intention was never to cause you any anxiety or stress.

I'm hoping a letter will be enough for me to get this point across. I really dreamed of the day I would tell you to your face, but I'm scared of the situation I've put myself in. I completely understand if you get this letter and never respond because I've been such a shit friend lately. But even if I never hear from you again, I just want you to know that I love you.

Yours,

Wilbur

You had to read it about six times for the message to sink in

Holy crap, he loved you

Wilbur Soot loved you

You wanted to write him back an equally heartfelt letter with all your confessions, but you were too excited to hold the pen

You grabbed your phone and called him on FaceTime

It barely rang before Wilbur picked up, voice tight and face wearing anxiety and fear

"Wilbur! Your letter!"

When you didn't say anything else he sighed and blinked back tears

"I'm so sorry, maybe I shouldn't have sent that. I knew it was a bad idea..."

"No! No, are you kidding? Wilbur, I love you too!"

His face morphed from complete shock to euphoria

"Love letters really work then, huh?"

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Wayyyyy longer than I expected, but I like how it turned out! I honestly might make a part 2/full fic. Feel free to send an ask in!

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[beachedbunii]

Imagine a chill night at home w/ sapnap and you guys are just watching a movie with you in his arms and suddenly he crawls from behind you in between your legs. He starts gently massaging up and down your sides as he pulls down your sweatpants. He starts placing soft kisses all over your pudgy thighs and tummy going up to give you a quick passionate kiss before catching your panties between his teeth and dragging them down your legs before discarding them onto the floor. He then spreads your legs and places a gentle kiss to your clit before stuffing his face in your sloppy cunt, pleasuring you while looking up at you lovingly with his beautiful doe eyes.

Damn lmao

#sapnap x reader #sapnap smut #sapnap #sapnap x y/n #mcytxreader #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x y/n #dsmp fic #dsmp x reader #dsmp smut #sapnap x reader smut

[maddenleftchat]

Hiya! I’ve got a request.

I wonder how the yandere DSMP (specifically Wilbur, Schlatt, and Technoblade) would be with a compliant darling after having been kidnapped. This can be as fluffy or dark as you’d like.

Make sure to drink water, have a snack, and get some rest. 💜

(hello! Thank you for the first request! Enjoy!)

(p.s. I wasn't sure if you wanted characters or irl people, so I did irl for Wilbur, specifically because I feel like I don't have a good handle on this character quite yet, but I did character for the other two.)

Triggers: Mention of kidnapping, threats, dark themes, yandere like behaviors, delusional behavior, unhealthy relationships, forced relationship. Please be careful while reading. Thank you!

(gn! Pronouns. Mainly just using first person pronouns.)

WILBUR

Wilbur is a delusional, and aggressive yandere.

So the man already had a whole daydream planned, and was fully prepared for your struggling.

If anything he was planning for some struggling.

Least to say when he found out how compliant you were being, he was suspicious.

I mean don't get me wrong, he loved it!

But how could he know you weren't acting, for all he knew you were trying to trick him!

So he tried not to be too.. comfortable at first. He kept his guard up.

He always made sure you were secure in your little room, every day.

He never tried anything to scare you. But he was going to play it safe.

~

It started with him just bringing you your three meals for the day. Not saying a word, but just set the food down and left.

But…

Then it started to get hard for him not to say something. I mean, he DID go through all this effort of kidnapping you, and yet he had not done anything with you.

So it started small, with a shy "..hello.." with him, with a light pink dusting his face.

But then things quickly began to progress, with starting small talk between you and him.

He was so happy that you would respond and not just hide away!

Before both of you knew it, Wilbur was giving small gentle kisses on your forehead.

And one thing led to another, and he let you out of your room for once.

He was very cautious at first, following me around every room.

But that quickly was knocked down a bit.

Why?

Well he felt he could somewhat trust you after the tv incident.

It went something like this:

You were sitting on his couch, legs crossed and a blanket around your shoulder. Your back was slouched slightly, as you leaned forward. Your attention had been on a large digital device all day.

Hey, it was a really good show!

As crazy as it sounds, Wilbur was jealous of the tv. You had been looking at that damn thing all day! I mean, come on darling! Wilby baby needs attention!

He puffed out his cheeks and stomped over to you, crossing his arms. The stomping caught your attention, and you looked over to see your…"lover?" Standing by the couch looking upset.

"Is... everything okay?" You asked in a worried and curious tone.

Wilbur expressed his odd jealous feelings to you. He had expected you to simply shrug and turn around. Instead you're sweet ass, turn to him with open arms after turning off the TV. You expressed your apologies, and offered him the rest of your attention.

~

After that day, Wilbur can see your entire future together. Maybe moving to a place next to the coast, having a kid or two. Or if you're not into kids you could have a pet or two!

Overview: Wilbur would start off very suspicious, but would slowly give in and let his fantasies take over. You better not hurt this boy, because you made the mistake of not struggling...now your stuck...

Word count: 519

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C!SCHLATT

Schlatt didn't like that too much.

He wants someone who is independent, like him!

So when you started doing what he said...he wasn't sure how to react.

That was before, the little bit of shock and confusion quickly disappeared.

You would see a conniving smirk slowly mold onto his face.

Oh, you poor dear darling…

You have put yourself in a place of doom...for a while at least.

But, hell is still hell.

Schlatt would make you do the majority of his dirty work, that he couldn't be seen doing.

You would kinda be a little servant to him.

Even if you wanted to speak up, would you?

I mean, you are just a submissive little mule, right?

~

Remember when I said a short amount of time?

Yeah, he would get bored rather quickly.

If you weren't acting on your own in a way, and relying on him for everything...well

BAM!

shot in the head.

He needs someone that can keep up with his pace. He's a busy man, he doesn't need a someone who will fight against him, but he also doesn't want someone who has to be told everything.

Sorry, but sometimes complaint is what all yanderes are looking for.

(sorry if this was out of character for his character. Please do tell me if so! I would love to know. Thank you!)

Word count: 205

C!TECHNOBLADE

Technoblade is a possessive and slightly delusional yandere.

He wasn't too sure what to think at first.

But, similar to Wilbur, he had a life planned for you.

It took him a little bit to get comfortable with you, actually.

But once he settled and was used to you being there with him, it didn't take him long to start loving on you.

To him, you are just like the gods he loves to ramble about.

You are like a whole different being from a whole separate universe, and universe only of the most pure and holy beings.

He has always wanted to worship you, for the god/goddess/entity you are.

So when you started off compliant, he was over the moon. But of course he wouldn't show this.

The plan to his "dream life" with you would start out small, to eat your love.

He would start with a small flower in your room every morning.

Then he would start to move to cuddle seshes with him while he reads, if you were comfortable with that.

~

But sadly not all things are good...did you forget?

Don't tell me you forgot dear reader…

Oh you silly reader…

I feel the smallest bit of pitty and sympathy for you…

But the rest falls on your foolish head for forgetting..

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They still whisper things to the poor piglin hybrid.

Some times…

Some times he may sway out of balance and almost listen to them..:

~

Your figure was settled under your comforter as the pale moon light leaked into the window. Just barely illuminating the figure standing over you. His eyes were dull as his hand raised. In a tight grip was his axe, shinning from the light bit of moonlight there was. His hand raised itself ready to strike down on your neck.

Just before the Axe swung down onto you, he knocked himself out of it. Some voices yelled at him to continue, while others screamed for him to get away from you.

…

He stayed away from you after awhile.

~

Least to say, dear darling.

You may be safe with Technoblade from the outside world…

But never get to comfortable.

For, it's not just you and technoblade inside that house…

Word count: 374

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Hi! So this is my first request. I hope it filled out some part of your satisfaction! If there is any constructive criticism you can give me I'd greatly appreciate that, it can be from anywhere from the way I portray the character, down to something that is not right in my writing.

If you want stuff that is more like a full story, I will be writing some more yandere stuff on my Wattpad: Senshi1216

#yanderedsmp #yandere #technobladexreader #mcytxreader #yandere mcyt #yandere techno #yanderetechnoblade #wilbur soot x reader #yandere Wilbur #yandere Wilbur soot #schlatt x reaer #schlattxreader #yandere schlatt

[amberdablade]

🖤💜~Yan!c!Karl Jacobs x Feisty!F!Reader Headcannons!!~💜 🖤

This is a way overdue request :P It was stuck in between pages of my writing book.... and I kind of forgot about it lol. But hey at least I found it!

Requester: An amazing person that needs a hug bc of me forgetting about their request :P

TW: Okay, we should know this by know, Yandere themes, cursing.

Why do you fight him? It's really starting to get annoying if he's being honest.

He would untie you for five seconds and you would be out the door just like that. More than anything it would surprise him at how fast you where rather than upset him. But after awhile it did start to get rather old, and he started locking you up in your room, feeding you whenever it was necessary. 

Sometimes however, you would spit your food out at him refusing to eat anything he gave you, that's what made him pissed. After that he would shove the food in your mouth making you eat even more of the food you didn't want to, and making you equally pissed.

He just doesn't take shit like that, he really doesn't.

After your lovely meal, he would bind your mouth so you wouldn't get any ideas while he's gone. But every single time he tries to bind your mouth you bite him.

Seriously? He's not in love with a wild animal, you should know that!

Then there where the times he had to take you on his adventures....

He didn't want to take you time traveling, honest! He just doesn't have the guts to leave you behind, even if its only five minutes in your time. And besides, he thought that you would enjoy his adventures....

Well he was wrong.

The first time you went on one of his adventures you immediately ran away right after you had arrived in the different time zone. He of course caught you, and you of course tried to run away again.

The second time, you arrived next to a boat and an ocean. Right when Karl turned his head, you where half a mile away from him on that little boat of yours. He caught you, again, and was extremely frustrated at how you wouldn't let up. 

No matter where you two went, you always tried to escape him. 

Always

You where extremely persistent, but if Karl was being honest, that is the exact reason why he fell for you in the first place <3~

Word Count: 415

#karl jacobs #yandere #ckarl #xreader #heacannon #dream #dreamsmp #dsmp #smp #minecraft #twitch #youtube #mcyt #mcytxreader #ranboo #tubbo #george #sapnap #tommy #technoblade #philza #fundy #eret

[spaghemt]

sbi but they’re comforting you (platonic)

man all I need is a friend who will hug me when I’m crying can I get an AMEN FROM MY TOUCH STARVED MCYT STANS IN THE BACK WOOOO

anyways uh I finally wrote something other than dream shit 😃 this one is surprisingly not being posted at ungodly hours 🤨 wack. anyways this is unedited straight from my mf notes so bone apple titties losers

Philza minecraft, creator of minecraft

finds you crying in the bathroom

originally came to see why you were gone so long

when he sees you crying, he rushed to hold you

Whispered positive words to you while he brushed his hand through your hair

gently rocked you back and forth in his arms (as much as he could at least-)

didn’t mind your tears getting on his shirt

he never tried to pressure you to say what happened

he was just there for you, in whatever way he could be

Technoblade, wanted terrorist

kinda awkward??

walked into your room and saw you crying at your wardrobe

froze for a good two minutes

Slowly though, he walked over to you and patted your head

he sat down beside you and had absolutely no idea what to do

Was seriously debating dialing Phil-

he,, very very hesitantly side hugged you- or at least it seemed like a side hug

pulled you to his side and just sat there

started humming blitz

made you stop crying immediately

“what the hell tech”

“what?”

“are you humming blitz while I’m bloody crying?”

“yeah.”

you just stared at him in shock before bursting into laughter.

“you’re such a dumbass, techno”

Wilbur soot, creator of the sooty way and ceo of mule bits

he was just chilling and humming while sifting through his lyric papers

you walked into his room with a red and tear stained face

Almost got whiplash from the way you whispered out “wil..”

immediately walked over to you and scooped you up in his arms

made his way around his room, grabbing some pistachios from earlier, and some water

placed you on his bed and rushed into his bathroom

burst out with a damp rag to wipe your face

was so gentle??? he had such a soft look in his eyes

when he finished, he put his hand against your cheek. He almost whispered “this better not be because of Jared.”

you smiled softly and melted into touch

he pulled you into a big ole’ hug and rubbed your back

Let you cry out whatever you needed to

he didn’t even try to ask what happened.

he just laid with you in bed for the rest of the day and let you vent/rant

Tommyinnit, professional child

screamed????

literally when you walked into his room with a wet and puffy face he just screamed

honestly it was more of a squeal

“What the hell?? Who the fuck made you cry? Which fuckin bastard do I need to stab? Was it Jared? I bet it was Jared.”

you tried to hold back a giggle but failed... miserably

he laughed (awkwardly) with you before getting up and hugging you

“Seriously though, what happened?”

puts his hands on your shoulders all dramatic and shit

you let yourself cry

he had no idea what to do at first but he sat you down on his bed and tucked you in (he doesn’t know why,, don’t question it ig)

got you snacks and coke and sat on the edge of the bed while you cried and hugged his pillow

when you started to vent, he seemed to soften

stared at you with gentle eyes, not his usual look

you paused halfway through venting, your unsteady breathing was still prominent but you stared at Tommy

he looked so confused when you squinted at him “what??”

“Why do you have that look in your eyes?” you point at him and giggle

“what look???? I don’t understand what you mean”

you just burst out into a laugh

#mcytxreader #mcyt hc #mcyt imagine #sbi #sbi imagine #sbi hc #philza #philza x reader #Wilbur x reader #Wilbur soot x reader #Technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #these r platonic don’t attack me

[clouddsstar]

★ their favourite thing about you ★

cc!dream team x gn!reader

dream ♡ ▪ your voice dream isn't that superficial, something as simple as your voice could give him a sense of comfort. he could listen to you talk for hours, just allowing you to go on rants about your favourite things. he thinks it's adorable whenever you start to excitedly talk about a new thing you found yourself obsessed with; not always paying attention to the words you say, more allowing the comfort of your voice overtake his mind and focusing on how pretty you sound.

▪your laugh he loves to hear you laugh, especially when it's because of something he said or did that made you giggle. seeing someone he loves happy gives him comfort and a sense of familiarity, so he'll often go out of his way to make you laugh, resulting in you sharing many inside jokes.

▪when you speak your mind he thinks that your bite-back is super admirable, and it makes him feel really proud whenever he hears you standing up for yourself or speaking out when something is unjust. this is also a trait you both share, so when together, you're a force to be reckoned with. he also likes it when you speak your mind to him, calling him out on any of his bullshit and keeping him grounded.

george ♡ ▪ your kindness your complete and utter selflessness and kindness never cease to make george smile, seeing you do simple acts of kindness in your everyday life keeps him humble in the mess that is your lives. your kind actions also push him to be more charitable, beginning to give more and taking less.

▪ your patience george knows he can sometimes be a bit much, his sleeping habits especially, so he is always grateful for your patient nature, making him feel oh-so lucky to have you, and when your patience is put up to the test because of him, he feels really bad. luckily, he always makes up for it in one way or another.

▪your smile even after a hard day george knows he can rely on you to keep up the mood, keeping morale high even when it feels impossible. seeing your smile after a long day is just what he needs and sometimes something so simple as looking at you makes him feel okay again. the smile is an added bonus, though.

sapnap ♡ ▪ your persistence when you have your mind set on something, you will not give up; sapnap loves that about you, and it even influences him to act the same, since meeting you, he started to be more persistent, whether it was something as simple as wanting a sandwich or wanting his merch to look a certain way, he was going to get what he wants. you reflect off of eachother in that wonderful way.

▪your clingyness sapnap thinks it's adorable when you're clingy, and yeah, sometimes it's a little inconvenient when you walk into his room while he's streaming and asks to sit on his lap, but it's never annoying. He's a cuddly guy, and you're cuddly too! so when you get a little clingy, he's more than willing to spend extra time with you.

▪your thighs you can take this in a sexual or non-sexual way, but sapnap seems like the kinda guy to just love your thighs, laying his head on them, kissing them, just all the things.

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[gravitygrenade]

Sweater

Word Count: 580 Story contains: Dream x Reader, hoodies, long distance calls

~

You were currently on the phone with your friend as you vented to him. He patiently and attentively listened to your words.

"I'm just tired Dream." You took in a deep breath before letting the words flow past your lips. "I'm tired of the same old routine, I'm tired of not living life. For once I want to live my life not working back to back with the only comfort I have are the few things I enjoy on the internet." He was quiet, and you wished more than anything he'd say something.

"What if..." He started but then stopped himself.

"What if...?" You repeated back to him as a way of egging him on. He chuckled a bit and smiled even though you couldn't see his face.

"What if I just showed up at your door and told you we were forgetting this mundane world." He let out an exasperated sigh but his lips curved into a smile. He had a plan, it was going to take some time but it'd work out.

"I think that'd be paradise." You laughed as you fell back onto your bed.

"Send me your address." The sentence was rushed as he was nervous to ask this of you. You sat up and looked a bit confused.

"Wait what why?" You asked frantically as your eyebrows scrunched up.

"I wanna send you something." He said with a small smile. You smiled just knowing that he was thinking enough about you that he wanted to send you something.

"I really can't accept anything-" Before you could carry on you were cut off by his voice.

"But really I insist, c'mon N/N, it's just a few think I want to send you." You hesitated for a moment and gave him your address. Afterward, you guys stayed on the phone as Dream picked out a lime hoodie from his merch for you. Sure he could've sent you a brand new one but the thought of you in his hoodie made him happy for some reason.

You guys hung up the call and you had totally forgotten about it till a package arrived at your doorstep. You smiled and sent a picture of yourself in the hoodie to him with a smile. If only he knew just how much this meant to you. And if only you knew that was actually his hoodie you'd be freaking out.

Weirdly enough after that Dream went really quiet. You guys were always talking so this was out of the ordinary. The only clue was a song he wrote called road trip that he sent along with the message: "till we talk again".

You shook it off as him needing some time since he wasn't responding to you anyways. It had been a few days and you were missing his conversation more and more.

You were trying to write this essay on your computer but you were so frustrated and just worried overall about your friend. Or at least that was what was happening till you heard the song he sent you being blasted outside. With an arched eyebrow, you followed the music to see someone with blonde hair and green eyes looking back at you as their car was decorated with paint. You tugged at the hoodie a bit before making your way down to the stranger.

"Do I know you...?" You asked cautiously as you looked at him. He smiled and looked up at you.

"You look good in my sweater."

~

Part 2 up now: https://gravitygrenade.tumblr.com/post/645472211744997376/road-trip

#mcyt #mcyt fandom #mcytblr #mcytxreader #x reader #dream smp #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader

[whatdoiknowo]

“You’re insane!” “Aren’t we all?” ~ Dream x Reader

Yea so I don’t write X reader because I really have no clue how to, but I saw @quackisinnit ‘s 1k event and wanted to participate so I did my best. (can be read as platonic or romantic, and male or female)

You honestly didn’t believe anyone when they had told you Dream had been placed in prison. Sure, the dumb green man you knew (and loved but don’t tell anyone) had his times, but so did everyone. You didn’t want to believe them when they told you what he had done.

“Hey, Sam?” You released the button, waiting for the crackle.

“Yup, y/n, come on through.”

You shivered as the purple swirled around you, leaving you in the other realm. You didn’t go out much, so travel through the portals was never really necessary for you. The downside of this, was teleporting through realms still left a foul taste in your mouth, but you swallowed it down, waiting for Sam’s cue before stepping through again.

He gave you a sympathetic smile as you retched, summoning a water bottle from his inventory and handing it over. You took it gratefully, water helping the bile down a little.

“Here,” he passed you the glowing book. “Read it aloud please.”

You recite the lines, signing where you were told, handing it back. Sam let you into your locker, and you emptied your inventory, emerging after not very long.

“Ready? Let’s go.”

You followed Sam step for step letting respawns happen, doubts barreling through your head like a freight train.

What on earth had Dream done? How did he end up locked up so tightly? Why were you so out of the loop?

“Sam,” you began hesitantly, struggling to straighten everything you wanted to ask in your head.

“What’s up y/n?”

“What did Dream do? Like exactly, how did he end up in here?”

Sam abruptly stopped, spinning on his heel and bending down slightly to make eye contact with you.

“Y/n, he did a lot of bad thin-”

“I know he did something awful,” you interrupted. “why else would he be in here? I want to know exactly what he d-”

“Y/n he tried to kill Tubbo!” His voice softened slightly, acknowledging the shock on your face. “He tried to kill Tubbo, he manipulated Tommy, he lied to and hurt many people.”

A moment passed, no noise but the dripping of crying obsidian and crackle of lava echoing through the empty prison. Sam sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“Y/n, I know it’s hard to believe, I know you don’t want to believe it. If you don’t want to see him anymore, I can take you back outside.”

You just shook your head in a simple no.

“I want to see him.”

The rest of the trip was made in silence, Sam nodding to you as the bridge moved under your feet, bringing you across the endless swarms of lava to the little obsidian box where a green man sat, waiting.

The platform had fully disappeared into the distance, and lava completely covered the entrance, leaving a orange glow over the whole room. Dream was studying you, you had realised, it made you uncomfortable. He was wondering why you had come.

“So, y/n…”

It was as you had remembered, the same honey dripping from his words, as the last time he had been in your cabin, right before you had thrown a blanket at his head and invited him to stay for the night.

Right before his face hardened and he said he had somewhere to be.

“This is where you had to go Dream?”

“Y/n-”

“No, you don’t get to talk right now.”

You took a deep breath, organising your anger very neatly before you exploded.

“You nearly killed Tubbo? Manipulated Tommy, Dream they are MINORS! Children! They don’t, shouldn’t have to face all this, least of all from you!”

“From me?” Dream interrupted, leaning forwards, interest on his face. “Oh do explain what you mean by that.”

“I…” your train had, again, spluttered to a halt, voice dropping to a whisper. “I thought I could trust you.”

“Y/n, y/n, you can trust me,” a crooked smile grew on his face, slight amusement in his eyes. “of course you can trust me, don’t you remember? Karoke, movie nights, the brownies?”

A sob grew in your throat, you were crying, you realised. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult, you were supposed to make peace, after what Sam had told you. Yet here you were, swallowing down sobs, choking back the tears as the memories flooded back.

“Y/n,” he extended his hand, curling his fingers slightly. “Help me escape.”

For a second you imagined what it would be like. Finding him a way out and running away with him, hidden away forever. That thought was very quickly banished when you saw the smile on his face grow deeper, more sinister. He thought he had you. No. You weren’t going to be manipulated, not now, not ever.

“You’re insane!”

He reached towards you, shrugging, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Aren’t we all?”

Your decision was made. As hard as it was, you moved away, standing by the lava.

“Perhaps. But I’m not going to be, not for you, never for you.”

You faced the lava, taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to keep the tears to a minimum.

“SAM! I’M READY TO LEAVE NOW!”

“Y/n,” his hand was on your shoulder, and you were flung back into the pool of memory that you had just struggled to escape.

It felt right. But it was so very wrong. Shrugging his hand off, you ignored the tears marking your cheeks, spinning back to face him, as cold of an expression as you could muster.

“Dream, you had your chance. You threw it away. Goodbye.”

The last image you saw of him was shock, written clear as day across his face, and a second emotion, regret, as the barrier popped up to prevent him from escaping and you stepped onto the platform which would bring you away from him, forever.

#mcytXreader #dreamXreader #mcyt #dream smp #dreamsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #dream #dream was taken #Xreader #Xreadr fic #dreamsmp fic

[glitchxboy]

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Undertale- fallen down༊*·˚

0:00 |───────── 5:20 ↺͏͏ ° > ⋮≡

-what are you?

Im just a glitch around here, 

-Pronouns?

he/him  (el for my spanish people :]) 

-Other facts?

english isn’t my frist language so any bad grammar please tell me :]

im a minor, please dont say or ask for anything nsfw or smut, i wont do that

any boundarie that i didn’t respect (because i maybe didn’t know) please tell me!

boundaries:

-please any people that represent themselfs as females, dont interact with my things, i do for male readers, non binaries, you can interact if its for gender neutral. (gender fluids can interact)

-please dont ask about my gender or age! you just need to know that i go by he/they and im a minor!.

-dont weird things, just that, dont be weird if is not in a joking way

-no vent things! unless i say otherwise, please no! its kinda to much for me with those type of things since im not good with helping or choosing my words!! 

-Yes you can read all of this if you are male, non-binary or anything with a relation of male :]

i think thats all for now.

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for now i do dream smp things :], its gonna be more headcanons thoug :P

but im thinking of doing some fnaf and anime!

i wont open request for now, but im thinking about it in a future :].

Well done! have a nice day!

#mcyt #malereader #xmalereader #mcytxmalereader #reader #mcytxreader #dreamsmp #dreamsmpxmalereader #wilbursoot #dream #sapnap #yeeh

[writtenyakuza]

(You) can't save Tommy.

A DSMP x Reader story.

Was I dumb to believe I could save someone's life just by chatting with them?

*ping*

I looked at my phone.

[you have one unread message]

Unknown

Hey, who is this? How did you get my number?

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Chapter 1,Number published on wattpad.

#Dsmp #Mcyt #Wattpad #Writer #Wattpadauthor #Wattpadwriter #Dsmpxreader #Tommyinnit #Wilbursoot #Wilbur #Georgenotfound #Tubbo #Nihachuu #Writing #Story #Imagine #Texts #Messages #Text #Mcytxreader #Wilburxreader #Tommyxreader

[youravasworld]

Heyyy pls read

Hello so Ive been having writers block but I want ti write so if you could pls request :) You can request anything but smut ! I also do shipping matches headcannos texts everything haha

#obey shall we date #mcytxreader #riverdale #obeymexreader #bts x reader #x reader #haikyuu x reader #crush x reader #writersblock #tumblr

[dammit-stark]

I’ve been indulging in some reader insert fics lately for the first time in like four years and I’m increasingly tempted to write some cringeyass xreader fics potentially either mcyt, marvel, or Star Wars if anybody’s interested feel free to drop some thoughts in my ask box y’all know what I’m saying

#I’ve been indulging in some mcytxreader fics for the first time in years #and I would be embarrassed but then I realized that this is a hellsite so geev #if anybody has any mcyt x reader thoughts id be particularly interested y’all know what I’m saying #I also may or may not have written a sugar daddy!dream dnf fic but that’s neither here nor there #also been on that Star Wars grind lately tho #if you do anything with mcyt obviously nothing romantic with the minors #but yeah I’m especially a dream and sapnap simp #if you were wondering :) #also tho I’ve noticed techno fics are HOT and they’re really rare so idk might fuck around and write some drabble #I got most of my followers years ago for being a criminal minds x reader blog and writing reader insert feels like going back to my roots #I’m being real verbose in these tags huh

[beachedbunii]

hii could i pls request cc!dream x reader where dream comforts a reader with insecurities (body image if ur comfortable with writing that!)

idc if it’s headcannons or an imagine hahaa whatever you would rather write<3

ofc!!

Dream x insecure!reader headcannons <3

Genre: Fluff/comfort

Pronouns: they/them

He would be so supportive first of all

He once walked in your shared room only to find you staring at yourself in the mirror looking upset

He walked up to you from behind putting his hands on your shoulders giving you a massage and kissing your neck

After he had you watch a movie and cuddle with him and Patches

Whether you were heavier or on the smaller side Dream would never let you feel down about the way you look. 

He showed his love for your figure by always showering you with compliments and praises and telling you how beautiful you looked in whatever you were wearing 

He would always want to make sure others knew you were his partner

Whenever you were in public he always had his hand in yours or an arm around your shoulder or waist

If it was your face you were insecure about then...

Hell no this man would constantly be giving you eyes and telling you how much he adored your pretty/handsome features

Peppering kisses all over your face whenever you felt insecure

Kisses on your lips, your jaw, your nose, your cheeks, kisses kisses kisses!!

Over all Dream wouldn’t tolerate you being insecure >:00 and why would he? You’re goddamn perfect!!!

#dream #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dream fluff #dream headcanons #insecure #self love #mcyt x y/n #mcytxreader #mcyt fluff #dream x reader fluff #dream x y/n fluff #dream comfort #comfort #fluff #dsmp fic #dsmp fluff #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x reader

[maddenleftchat]

Hi I would like to request a Yandere Dream (character) with a GN Darling.

I’m thinking of something with a little bit of a twist where darling actually loves Dream because Dream had saved them and they view Dream like a savior.

- Dream is just genuinely lovesick for darling

- Darling slowly also became lovesick for Dream?

-maybe darling also kills someone for Dream to save him

-Also maybe some angsty flashbacks?

-Pure honesty I want some pure fluffy twisted love

Thanks!

Alright! So this one is not going to be the normal stuff, it is going to be more of a one shot. I am sorry if that's not your style, but I thought it suited best. This will be a long one, just a heads up.

Triggers: angst,manipulative behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy looking up upon someone, God complex, gore described in detail, attempted suicide, some sad shit, mention of deep depression, mention of abuse, little snippets that describe abuse, unhealthy expectations, toxic relationships, unhealthy dependency, description of panic/anxiety attack (in detail), and major yandere behavior. PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL WHEN READING THIS ONE! IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE WALK AWAY. I HAVE PLENTY MORE CONTENT THAT MAY SUIT YOU!

Without further ado... Enjoy.

Gender neutral pronouns (mostly using first person pronouns)

DREAM

~-My Terrible Hero-~

Chains drape around your soul, each link whispers his lies and false hopes. The rattle of the links clashing together fills the empty void with a forever echoing cry for help. Your once forest fire soul, simply burned to a small meek flicker. A soul that was once so powerful and strong willed it could burn down worlds. It could make people follow it's forever glow for the rest of their days. It's heat was sickening. It radiating heat traveled for universes.

But now it holds no resemblance to it's once great form. It now was a simple flake, barely staying a light, helplessly blowing in the windless void, making hopeless attempts to search for it's will.

Your eyes followed the small flake of fire aimlessly floating around, as your vision slowly began to fade away. The flame's flake glow grew dimmer and dimmer quicker with each second. It was hard to tell if it was floating away from you, or if you were floating away from it. Either way, you were sad to see it go. You only ever had this dream every once in a blue moon. Or that's what it seemed like. But every time, it kept feeling longer and longer. Like something was trying to get a message through. There was no point to it, you never understood the message. Ever since you were young, you had that same dream. You were the one to watch that fire die. It wasn't always down hill, sometimes it would begin to grow...but that never lasted long.

In the world of the living, your eyes find themselves fighting the rest of your body to open. The bright sun crept in through the thin slit between your currents. The light hit your face just right, and greeted you with it's faint warmth. A light groan left your lips as you begrudgingly opened your eyes.

The same dull gray painted ceiling greeted you, like it did every morning. It didn't take you long to avert your attention to something else as you sat up. Your legs swung themselves off the side of the bed to dangle, as they await your internal commands to move. Your hands rest palm down onto your mattress, staying stagnant at your sides. Your back positioned itself with a slight slouch, and your eye started forward at the white walls. Your nose picked up the stuffy air, that seemed to be the new normal in your home. Your mouth opened to let out a dry yawn.

Your feet slowly made contact with the cold floor, sending a shiver up your legs. You finally stood and walked in the direction of your bedroom door. It didn't take you long to find yourself standing in front of your food storage, grazing everything you had until something caught your eye. Shortly after you had decided on a small loaf of bread.

"Today is the day." You spoke to yourself aloud.

The river was just about a ten minute walk away. It was deep enough in the forest where no one could find you. You could finally die in peace.

Life had been so unkind to you, so days you truly believed the great god XD truly gave up on you. Other days you would think the universe was making you pay for something you did in a past life. But whenever you began to feel decently okay, your memories would flood back. The wave of PTSD would crash on you, and pull you into a current of guilt and regret. The water of invisible injury would flood your lungs, bringing back the pain from all the strikes they hit you will. The familiar burning in your chest is nothing new. You have experienced the feeling of drowning many times. But that was only in vivid daydreams. So visited feels like a second reality, another universe specifically made just a torture you.

You hug yourself in a weak effort to comfort yourself. Your hands shook, and your breath became rigid, your heartbeat picked up. Your wide eyes slowly began to blink again, and your shaking came to a halt once you slowly crawled back into reality.

You looked down at your half finished loaf and put it back into its rightful placement in the chest. The chest top closed with it's iconic creaking sound. You then walked to your house's main door, and left without anything, except the clothes on your back. And so you began your last walk through the forest. You were kinda glad in a way. I mean, the last thing you would ever see is the beautiful forest around you, and the birds chirping. It was peaceful.

As you walked, the sound of the leaf rustling in the trees, and the crunch of sticks under your feet filled your ears. The smell of the fresh air filled your nose and lungs. The feeling of the prickly leaves grazed your fingertips, and the satisfying greenery of the forest greeted your eyes. The very rare smile painted your dry lip, as you came up on the river. You watched it for a moment without saying anything or moving.

You took off your shoes and set them to the side, letting your toes fall onto the muddy ground, and your feet feel the cool ground. You took slow steps into the water, until it was at your waist. It's current was soft, and welcoming as the water flowed. You slowly sat down, crossing one leg off the other, creating a squished eight shape, (criss cross). The water now reached your neck. You took one last deep breath and let yourself fall back into the water with a bit of a loud splash.

Meanwhile, a certain being had been wandering the forest. His brown boots crushed the sticks and dry leaves under them. The netherite axe hung on his back, with his bow, ready to be drawn at any moment. Though, the male figure stopped in his tracks when he heard the splash of water nearby. He bit his lip under the mask, unsure of his next actions. He couldn't seem to decide if he should walk in another direction or check it out. But in the end the latter was his final decision.

The man pulled his axe out, ready for any potential threats. He walked with caution, making sure to stay practically silent. As he came upon the river, he noticed a human shaped figure in the cloudy water. This was only confirmed more by air bubbles coming up from the water.

The man with the smiley face mask was once again faced with two different choices. Take the risk and save whatever was in there, or just pretend he didn't see anything. The only thing that kept him from walking away wasn't the guilt, but the curiosity would eat at him. So the masked man rolled up his light green hoodie sleeves, and walked into the water, making his black pants wet (to his displeasure). His hands reached out, pulling your passed out figure by the shoulders.

To say the least, the masked man was quite surprised. He noted that you didn't have any forced injuries, or marks on your visible skin, of any fighting. As well, your shoes were placed neatly on the side of the river. It's either you were knocked out and placed into the river, and your killer was nice enough to keep your shoes dry. Or...you did this yourself. The masked man pondered on this for a while, long enough for you to start coughing and waking up. This action startled the male figure causing him to drop you carelessly on accident. The drop caused you to fall onto a rock, hitting the back of your head, this caused blood. The masked face quickly turned his attention to the red cloudy liquid coming from the water. He quickly grabbed you again and picked you bridal style and took you to land, by your shoes.

He didn't know why he did this, but he did. He felt it was right. The masked man began to walk in the direction where he saw your footprints come from. That's when he was met with your home after about ten minutes. The man took a moment to glance at your house, it was a quaint little cabin, with vine and flowers decorating the outside, and a small balcony on the singular second floor room. A small smile painted the man's face for a split second, and he walked inside. He made it quickly to your bedroom, and laid you on the bed. He quickly found the bathroom and washcloths. He placed a warm damp one on your forehead, while he tried his best to bandage up your head injury.

Though instead of leaving you there, he decided to wait till you awoke. So with that, the man got a little nosey and decided to take a look around. But to his dissatisfaction, there was nothing interesting. Like anywhere. Almost as if you were hiding from something or... someone?

His little exploration was cut short by the light groaning that fell from your lips. He turned to face you, and saw your eyes slowly open.

A small and jumbled, "What….what happened?.." left your throat, as your dull eyes scanned over the room. Until they landed on the tall figure standing in a corner. You quickly sat up, but we're halted by the stabbing pain that hit your head. Your hands quickly traveled to the back of your head, cradling your injury to soothe the pain. The figure slowly took a step closer. While you made weak and petty attempts to get away. All while yelling at the figure.

"W-who are you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"How did you get here?!"

"What do you want?!"

With each phrase leaving your lips, tears began to well up and fall from your eyes. From both pain and fear. The figure stood still and brought his masked face into the light. But this simply engraved more fear into you once you saw who he was.

It was that iconic and infamous smiley faced mask. That belonged to no other than the smp's biggest manipulator and instigator, Dream.

Dream stood there unsure of how to react. On one hand your crying and screaming was annoying, but on the other he understood your actions. He was a stranger that just showed up in your house. So he reacted the only way he thought was right.

"Shut up, you're gonna hurt your head even more. If you calm down, I'll explain everything that happened."

You sat still and gave a small nod, as your hands clenched making your knuckles white.

"I found you in the nearby river, passed out and thought you were in danger and didn't want you to get hurt, so I followed your footsteps back here." Dream explained readjusting his mask.

You sat there, your eyes just staring at him. While nothing was happening on the outside, the inside was a whole nother story.

He didn't want you to get hurt…

He saved you…

He cared enough to save you…

He got in that dirty water for you…

He walked back to your house for you... instead of just leaving you on the dirty ground…

He bandaged you up…

All for you…

He worried…

You could feel your heart rate pick up, like nothing you had ever felt. Heat traveled to your cheeks, as you looked back up at the figure. Dream saw your flushed cheeks, and stepped closer.

"Are you alright? Your face is red. Do you have a fever?" He placed a hand on your forehead.

"N-no!" You stutter out, but say it a bit louder than needed.

Dream pulled his hand away, "Alright...sorry...but now I have a few questions for you."

You felt your heart drop, "Okay?.."

"How did you end up in the river?"

You frowned your wet brows and looked over to your right, trying to think of an answer. But you were quickly stopped by Dream speaking.

"And don't lie to me. I want the truth."

"How did…-"

"Answer my question." He spoke with a more demanding tone.

A quiet sigh left your lips as you looked down in shame.

"I-I was trying to kill myself…"

Dream raised his brows in a bit of surprise under the mask. Suicide was nothing new to Dream, he knew a lot of people that went out that way. But voluntarily drowning was something new to him. He was curious, so he pressed on.

"Why?"

This question scared you even more, so it took you a while to answer. Dream didn't say anything and just waited for your response.

"I-..."

"..."

"Life hasn't been kind to me…and my home was hell… everyone has left me...I've been hit and abused...I don't have anything left…"

You finally let out, but this earned the response of a 'tsk' from Dream. You look up at him.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"W-wha…"

"Your going to kill yourself because of other people? That is the most pathetic thing ever. I thought you were interesting, but I was wrong. I should have just left you in that river."

Dream turned and began to leave the room, but he was stopped by the sound of a thud on the floor and your weak hands on his ankle. He looked down to see you in tears and on the floor.

"Please! Please don't leave me…" you look down, "Y-you cared! You cared enough to save me! You cared enough to bring me back here! You cared enough to try and fix me up!"

You looked up at Dream with the disgusting sight of tears running down your face, mixing with the snot leaking from your red nose.

Dream scoffed in disgust.

You slowly stood up, the best you could. "Please...take me with you...I'll do whatever you want me to. Just… don't leave me. Let me repay you...you're my savior."

Dream stood there, thinking of what you just said. You were so pathetic, so dumb, so… naive. But not useless...you were weak, but seemed devoted... devoted to him. You could be useful.

Dream let out a long drawn out sigh, "Fine, you can come with me. But you better keep up, and stay quiet."

You quickly nodded, whipping your tears, "Yes sir!"

Sir?

Sir…

Sir.

That was a new one...he liked it. You were going to be a fun little toy. While Dream did see you as weak, he liked how you called him your savior. Like he was a god. Like he was your god…

"Get whatever you think you'll need and meet me outside." Dream said leaving the room.

You were quick to pick up a small bag, and pack a few clothes and other essential items into the bag. You also grabbed your iron sword, and bow. It was all you had. You quickly, but carefully made your way downstairs and out the door. Dream looked you up and down before presenting you with another question.

"Where's your armor?"

"Oh..uh...I don't...I don't have any.."

He let out an annoyed sigh and shook his head.

"Whatever, I'll just give you an extra set when we get back to my house."

Your eyes lit up and you nodded, "Thank you sir-"

Dream nodded and began to walk in the direction of the river, you followed close behind, and kept your eyes on Dream.

"I think I'm in love. He cares, he really cares. I've barely known him for a day, and I feel like I want to marry him. He's great! He's my god. And I will be his most devoted follower. I'll be the one to build his church. I'll be the one to kneel for hours without break. I'll be the one to give him my gifts and sacrifices. It'll be me. Just me!"

You kept following Dream while lost in your thoughts, you kept your gaze on Dream. Little did you know, he was aware of your every movement. And if he was being honest...all the staring was getting kinda creepy.

Dream cleared his throat and turned to look back at you. "Hey...can you stop staring at me?"

His voice knocked you out of your little daydreams and looked at him. A thin blush of embarrassment made its way to your face.

"Um, yeah sorry my lord."

Your new nickname made Dream stop in his tracks.

"What did you call me?"

"U-um lord?... B-but I won't call you that if you don't want me to-!"

"No… keep doing it. I like it."

Dream said, smirking under his mask. You were gonna be a lot easier than he thought.

While the both of you walked in total silence, you were in your little world. Until you came upon an average looking house. It could use some work, but it wasn't that bad. Dream looked back at you to see if you were following, you were. You reminded him of a small puppy. A puppy that he can mold into an attack dog.

The way you looked up at him, was something he had never seen. It made a weird feeling in his stomach. But he ignored it.

Dream walked into the simple house, as you followed, and your eyes scanned the lay out. It was a simple house, really only containing the essentials: bed, furnace, crafting table, chest, armor stand, and etc.

"You have a pretty nice place." You complement.

Dream shrugged, "I don't stay here for very long anyways, only when needed."

You nodded and looked to Dream for instruction. He noticed and looked back at you, before pointing to a door, "Bedroom is in there."

You blushed at the thought of sharing a bed with him. "W-we're gonna share a bed?"

He shrugged, "No, we'll just take turns. I'm usually out during the night, you can sleep then. And during the day, you can do what you do and I'll sleep."

You nodded, internally disappointed, but you understood. He has barely known you for the day, it's unbelievable that he even allowed you in his home. Wait- did he even know your name?

"Oh- um lord?"

"What is it?"

"Did I introduce myself to you?.."

He shook his head.

"Ah well," you say and proceed to tell him your name. "My name is (Name)."

He nodded.

"W-well...if you don't mind, I'm going to go and rest."

"Yes please do so. You can't do anything if you have that annoying injury."

You thanked Dream one last time before you walked into the bedroom, it was fairly empty except for a few chest and a bed. A long sigh left your lips and smile replaced your nervous expression. You set your bag by the door, and took off your shoes and plopped on top of the bed. You placed your head on the pillow...it smelled just like him… You hug the pillow, and fall into the embrace of sleep.

~

Over the next months you had healed up and been helping Dream with whatever he needed. He even gave you a full set of netherite armor, and netherite sword!

As for Dream, as the months passed by he got to know your personality better. He got to know more of your background, your likes, dislikes, and so much more. That strange feeling in his gut seemed to be getting so much worse. He also noticed his behavior would change around you. He became more... protective, and possessive. He noticed he hated it when you talked to other people that weren't him. Dream started to keep you inside more and more. That disgusting feeling in his stomach kept growing.

Dream was confused, and angry. This was your fault he was like this! How dare you make him like this! It took Dream a long time to figure out what was the matter...but once he did, he let it take over. He couldn't push it away any longer. He was in love with you. But not just any love. It was an ill kind of love. A love that could break a person. A love capable of killing thousands. A love...that could start a great fire. A love that had no limits for good and worse. A love that was greedy. A love that was the murder of all innocent love. A corrupt love. And he was going to have you no matter what.

~

One day, Dream had gotten home, and instead of greeting him with your cheery, "Hello my lord!" It was quiet. An unsettling quiet. A quiet that surpassed silent. A quiet that not even the nights in space could get close to.

Dream stood still worried. Had you run away? Did you get hurt? Were you playing around and hiding? Where were you?! What happened?! Dream was about to go on a full blow rampage, until he heard it. A soft pitiful whimper from the bedroom. He was quick to rush over and put his ear to the door.

You sat in the room, waking up from a horribly vivid nightmare of your abuser. You relived all of it. From their degrading words saying how useless you were and how you could disappear and now one would care. Or if you were to leave town everyone would celebrate. You felt their hits on your body, the constant stinging after they had swatted and slapped you multiple times in the same area. Or the throbbing pain on your stomach and chest with their relentless kicking, having you positioned on the ground, curled up trying to protect yourself somehow. You could still feel the burning of your back, after all the whip slashes they gave you. The cold metal feeling was still fresh on your arms from when they came at you with a knife.

When you first woke up, you could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. Air seemed like it was so limited, so you kept taking in as much as you could as fast as you could. Your hands and body began to tremble, as you curled up into a small ball. Holding your knees to your chest, fingernails relentlessly scratched and carved into your wrists. Your skin was quickly worn thin, and blood began to spill. Tears welled up in your eyes and the dams broke letting them spill down your cheeks. Your nose became runny and you couldn't even control that. You were stuck in this position, until this hell of your body washed over. You began to sweat it felt like you were sitting in the fires of hell your body was burning! "Someone help me!" You would yell in your head, but couldn't muster the energy to say it out loud.

Dream heard your cries and whimpers, and took no longer to slam the door open and run over to you. He pulled you into his arms hushing you like a mother does her crying child. Dream was quick to take you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing some ice for you to hold, and help you cool down. While he had you sitting on the counter beginning to cool down, he placed a cool rag on your forehead. Dream stood in front of you.

"Look at my mask in the eyes (Name)" he said, saying your name for once in a long time.

Your watery eyes looked at the mask, with desperation in your eyes. It was that look again, it made him blush under that mask. Why do you look at him like that even though you haven't seen his face yet.

Your slightly wet hands from the ice cubes, gripped on to his arms, as his hands were placed firmly on your shoulders. You tried to speak, but the short phrase kept coming out in incomprehensible mumbles.

"I can't understand you." Dream said gently.

"I.. am saying thank you Dream...this means a lot.." you said with a smile that made Dream's heart skip a few beats. You rest your forehead against his chest.

"How did you know what to do?" You inquired.

Dream cleared his throat and looked in the other direction. "An...old friend of mine had a couple of panic attacks once.."

You nodded in response and pulled your head away from his chest, but this was quickly corrected by his hand pushing your head back down. The action gifted him a light blush from you.

You two stayed in this position for a while, neither side wanting to move. Dream didn't want to move because he knew you were safe. His little worshiper was safe...a god is not a god without his worshipers, and it's the god's job to protect his worshipers, while his worshipers protect his temple.

You didn't want to move because you finally felt loved. Your lord...your savior, had you in his arms at last. And you'd be damned if someone tried to take him away. Your arms slowly snaked around Dreams arms, as you pulled him closer, he didn't protest.

It felt like hours passed before you pulled away and looked at Dream with a sweet smile. You thanked Dream for letting you do this. You only got a nod, but that was good enough for you.

These past months have been heaven for you. You finally felt safe. You finally had someone to depend on. You looked up to Dream. He was so much better and stronger than you. You didn't dare dream to be as mighty as he was. Dream always told you to not go out without him, because it was dangerous. You didn't need convincing to know that. Dream said that if you went out other people would hurt you. That's why you only left with him. If he wasn't there he wouldn't leave. Sometimes it was a bit suffocating, but it was for the best. Dream cared about you and didn't want you getting hurt. Dream always wanted you to be on your best behavior, and that's what you did. You always made sure the house was spotless when he got home. After long days of work you would want to come home to a clean house. So your new Dream really appreciated it.

The hours would take by during the day, as you impatiently waited for Dream to return home once again. Since he lived all the way out in the forest there was nobody really around, so you didn't really understand why you couldn't at least walk around the surrounding forest for a little bit. Dream always seem to like it when you call him the Lord or God. It made him happy, and that made you happy.

There would be rare times when Dream would sometimes degrade you. But that's only because you weren't doing it right. The worst things he'll say are small stuff like, "You're not doing that right! Move over; let me show you. You can be so unless sometimes…" "What the hell did you do?! Are you stupid?!"

But you know he doesn't mean them! Right?...

~

One day Dream decided to treat you, and take you to town so you could go shopping. You were so excited. You got all dressed up, and left shortly after. Dream said he would pay for anything that you wanted, and to go wild.

So taking his orders, you began to prance from shops to shops picking at least one thing out from each shop. It was so fun. Some shops were filled with different styles of clothing from street wear, to formal and almost ball gown like dresses. While other shops sold shoes or little trinkets. You felt like a child on Christmas holiday scouting out for all the potential presents from Santa. Your eyes were sparkling from joy for once in a long time. It was the perfect day. It was sunny out, but not too hot. As the wind carried a cool breeze and the smell of the market foods. The streets were filled with the sound of bustling people and kids. Your hands were occupied by feeling the different fabrics, of different articles of clothing. Your attention was everywhere on everything. Your eyes loved all the bright colors, and how they all just melted together so perfectly.

Throughout the day Dream had kept his promise and bought everything that you had desired, and even carried your mountains of bags for you. As a little thanks you ended up buying him an ice cream after a bit of playful and stubborn bickering. The flavors were like nothing you had ever tasted. You had gotten multiple scoops: one beige chocolate, vanilla, and mango. You have had ice cream before, but this must have been homemade. The flavors mixed together so well, as they melted in your mouth with each lick. It was as if your taste buds were holding a rave of flavors in your mouth. A smile painted onto your face. You had gone into another store, while Dream decided to wait outside.

You walked into the colorful shop greeted with the smell mix of zesty lime and lemon, flowing with a soft lavender. The smell combination made a smile grace your lips. Your eyes scanned over the various items in the store: ranging from jewelry, purses, shoes, and clothes! You immediately found yourself over in the jewelry part of the store, as you wanted to get Dream a thank you gift. As you looked around for something he might like, you came up on a ring with a small little axe imprinted on it. It was a black flat head ring, with the axe being a pleasing contrast with a pale blue. You picked out the ring first, wanting to make sure it was going to be there by the time you left. So knowing the item was secured, you went off to shop for your own treasures.

You took a bit longer in this store, as they just had so many good things! You had a hard time choosing which of the wonderful treasures you were going to take. But after a while of internal bickering with yourself, you finally had decided and ended up with a few different articles of clothing and a new pair of shoes. As you had your bags of finding and Dream's gift you skipped out of the store with a smile. You got ready to greet Dream once again, but you were stopped in your tracks. Your curved smiling eyes quickly dulled. Your cheeky smile was replaced with a displeased frown. Your eyes locked onto her. Like a hawk would its prey. What were you so upset about? That damn whore that was currently talking to your god. A corrupt witch was talking to your god!

You couldn't see Dream's expression because of the mask, but he was looking away, and physically perked up when he saw you. He said something to the girl then walked in your direction. Your not so pleased expression quickly changed when you saw Dream paying attention to you. You met him half way and smiled.

"Hello my lord. What was that girl talking about?" You inquired innocently.

Dream only shrugged, "wasn't paying attention."

You smile in response and you both decide it was time to go home. So you left the town for the day, and told Dream about all the wonderful things that were in that last store. He only hummed in response, and just let you talk away.

As you reached your home, Dream yawned while sitting down your begs.

"I'm gonna rest for a bit. Behave while I'm asleep, okay?"

"Yes, my lord." You responded likey normal.

Dream left the main room and went into the bedroom, leaving you alone. Alone to take care of that little issue…

You left after checking multiple times if Dream was sleeping. You took a bit of rope with you, and began to journey to the town. It was a quiet walk, with not even the birds chirping with the sun set. It was just a slight breeze that was the only thing that you focused on. As you came upon the two, it was now dark. You silently and stealthily made your way from home to home, trying to find the witch. She was hard to track down for you, but this was your first time doing it.

After what felt like an hour of searching you had finally found your target. She sat on her back porch, braiding her hair. You took advantage of her vulnerable state, and were quick to jump on her. You took the rope you had in hand, and put it around her neck. This quick and violent action caused the witches' air supply to be cut short. You had no intention of killing her at the moment. So that's why, when she stopped struggling you picked up the body. And left town, going out of your way to be unseen.

A little while later, Dream was woken up to the sound of faint female screaming. This immediately put him on edge and he rushed out of the room.

"(Name)?! Are you okay-?!"

When he earned no response, Dream quickly grabbed his axe and ran outside following the sound of the screeching. To say that Dream was both worried and pissed. Worried because you could be in danger, and pissed because you didn't listen to him! How dare you commit such a sin of leaving your place at the temple!

As Dream got closer to the sound he slowed down. When you came into view, he sighed in relief, but stopped when he saw your stance. You stood over the mangled and stab wound filled dead body of a girl. The girl that was talking to Dream earlier that day. Her guts and stomach hung from the open space where her ribs used to be. Her ribs were pulled back through her back. As her face held a permanent expression distorted into horror and pain. Blood dripped from everywhere on her body. Her feet were so broken they looked like flesh sacks. Chunks of hair laid near the girl's head, along with teeth and fingernails.

Dream was too focused on the gory view in front of him, he stepped forward and his foot landed on a stick. Causing the stick to break and the snap echoed through the entire forest. To your horror when you turned around, you saw him. You stood frozen.

"(Name) ...what's going on here?"

"D-dream! I-i can explain! I promise."

"Then explain. You have three minutes."

"This witch was trying to steal you! She was trying to make my god impure! She was trying to get into our temple Dream! I couldn't let her…! I-...I didn't want to lose you…" you said looking down, not noticing the footsteps of the approaching Dream.

Dream, once again, pulled your head to his chest and sighed. "Your dumb to think I would let such a useless creature even touch me." A sense of relief washed over you, right before it was replaced with nerves.

He continues, "But, I am very displeased with you (Name). You have disobeyed one of my most important rules. But I don't see this as needing a punishment. Only because you did it out of worry of losing me. But if you go out of the house without me again. I will have to punish you. Am I understood?"

You noted his words with caution and nodded with a small, "yes sir."

"Good, now let's clean you up."

~

And that was life with Dream. He was the man who saved you. He cared for you, as you cared for him. Your once fiery soul had been extinguished so long ago. You thought it was doomed to forever wonder the black void, until you saw him. The mask that so many fear, but you loved so much. Your fire was relit with thousands of times the blaze compared to what it had before. It's heat being to unbearable for the universe, but instead of traveling it weighed down by chains. Around the fires like a leash, the god know controlled those flames. Those flames now burned for the god and only the god.

They continued to convince themselves that those flames were free forever more...when really, those flames only grew, and never moved…

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