#mumza x reader

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun asks #bun writes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #philza x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x kristen #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp #mumza #dsmp fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #comfort fic

[myceliumsunshine]

random wilbur relationship things

pairings: wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns: you/yours

content/trigger warnings: fake fighting (maybe?), swearing

couple fights

depending on your height one of two things happen

if you're short/shorter than him you constantly threaten to beat him up

"fight me like a real man, tall boy" "you will actually die if i fight you"

if you're taller than him he will headbutt you before asking to 'scrap'

"i'll actually fucking scrap with you mate don't even test me" "oh shut it short stack"

petnames between the happy couple

wilbur calls you either darling, love or baby

if he's feeling frisky he'll call you bitch or cunt

"hey darling?" ... "darling?" ... "my love?" ... "bitch look at me" "what's up?"

in return you call him honey or mon amour

you're not french (or are you?) but because french is the language of love you like to call him that anyway

or you call him mon petit bureaux de change

"mon amour?" "what do you need?" "i have a new petname for you!" "oh that's lovely what is i-" "mon petit bureaux de change" "so you watched that video?" "many many times. speak french more often it's kinda hot-"

jealousy

jealousy doesn't really happen that often between you two

you know that wilbur would never cheat and he knows the same about you

but there are still those bad days when you or wilbur feel like shit about yourselves and you get jealous of the people around the other

you guys have a codeword to drop everything when the other feel like shit

"it's funny phil, tommy refuses to quit messaging me about going out for a vlo-" "GRAPEFRUIT!!!!!" "shit i gotta go, bye phil and kristen" *hangs up* "come here baby i got you"

"tommy if you ever buy me anything, buy me arctic monkey tickets" "GRAPEFRUIT!!!!!" "bye tommy! gotta go!" *hangs up* "cuddles mon amour?"

okay one more: lovejoy tours

it depends on your work really

if you can take time off to travel around the country with him then you do

if you can't then you spend every night on the phone with your boys (yes you refer to lovejoy as your boys, you love them all almost equally)

"hi boys!" "HI WILBUR'S PARTNER!!""HI MY PARTNER!!" "HELLO WILBUR'S PARTNER!!" "hey [NAME]!!"

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#fanfic #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #lovejoy #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #mumza #writing #pet names #fanfiction

[xxlunar-0988-xx]

Kissing in the Moonlight | Tommyinnit pt1

Just got this idea from one bit in the song: can't remember to forget you, or whatever it's called, just found the audio on TikTok tbh

This is based off of the stream where tommy is in Paris with Dadza, Mumza and Wil, just you are added

Edit: i made a pt2 but i don't know how to set up links so you can go to my page and find it, or if some of you know how to please tell me how :')

Keywords: y/n - your name; e/c - eye colour

This is a Tommyinnit x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Enjoy :)

(not my gif)

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As the plane came to a stop, Phil, Kristin, Wil, Tommy and Y/n got of the plane, walking through the airport.

"you know France is the city of romance?" Tommy asked Wilbur, "yep." Wilbur said, "i sould meet the love of my life here." "France is the city?" "O could meet the love of my life in this-" "you won't." "Why not?" Tommy asked, "cuz you're never going to meet the love of your life, you're gonna die alone."... "Phil! You know i could meet the love of my life here!"

For the following time at the airport, Tommy asked Wil how to say things in French, Y/n was talking with Kristin, and Phil was just filming everything laughing behind camera.

When they finally got out of the airport the first place we went to was of course the Eiffel tower, Tommy bought himself a cup of coffee, all of it spilling in his hands, they started climbing up the Eiffel tower, making jokes here and there, and y/n cringed every time they looked to see how far up they were.

At some point Tommy got stuck between the bar's of the Eiffel tower that they had to shimmy his head out of the bars, and unlucky for them, Phil didn't film it.

They soon got off from the Eifel Tower to go to the museum, Phil nad Kristin stopped at a bakery, "oh look at the married couple." Tommy said pointing the camera to Phil and Kristin then to him to quote on quote 'spit on it' as a sign of disrespect

Tommy started to whine that he wanted to go home, and Phil and Wil posed in front of the Eiffel tower like a couple tommy on the side of the photo looking like a little child tht photo bombed someone

They found a small bug that they named Carl, and Tommy claimed that Carl was like the pokemon, yelling go Carlos

They entered the art gallery Tommy and Wilbur singing the Jurassic park theme song, Tommy drooled over a sculpture of a woman and her boob's as y/n looked around the gallery with fascination in her eyes, and Tommy frond himself staring in to y/n's e/c eyes

"hey you okay big man?" Wilbur asked as Tommy shook his head getting out of his thoughts, "yeah just zoned out." Tommy said chuckling awkwardly

After visiting the Mona Lisa painting they soon left the museum and just chilled around it, throwing water bottle's at Tommy, one of them nearly hitting a person, and they left to go to a restaurant to eat... Snails... And frog legs... Yeah

Phil was the first one to try and eat the snail, he slurped the insides and said that it tasted like osme type of garlic, the Kristin was the next one to try it, and she actually thought it was good!?! Tommy and i looked as Kristin with pure shock and disgust, "get a divorce." Tommy and i said in usion as Kristin and Phil laughed quietly

"Tommy, i will try a snail if you try one." I said looking at Tommy raising a hand for a handshake, "Deal." Tommy said shaking my head and we both took one snail and took it out of it's shell, we took a bite at the same time and both cringed at the taste, "here, have some wine." Wilbur said handing tommy a glass of wine as Kristin handed me a glass of water, "but y/n gets water! Why do I get wine?" Tommy asked, "it's because you whine a lot now you rather drink that or nothing." Wil answered and y/n chocked on water, Tommy took a sip of wine and gagged at the taste

"oh that's even worse!" Tommy whisper yelled

"how do you eat the frog?" Tommy asked as Phil took a bite of a slug, "go in Phil!" Wilbur cheered him on quietly, "Philza minecrafte eating slugs." Tommy singed, "oh i can taste the earth." Phil gagged, "frog kinda Pog." Tommy said looking at me then the camera as he continued eating the frog legs

Now we were skipping through town enjoying the night air, "we have to get to the apartment." Wilbur said rushing, and we followed him behind

---y/n's pov--- + time skip

I said goodnight to everyone and went to a room with Kristin, laying don't in my bed and getting in to my pj's i lied down on my bed, "goodnight Kristin." I said turning off the bedside lamp, "goodnight y/n." She said and turned off her bedside lamp.

After two hours or so i still couldn't fall asleep, i looked to my side to see Kristin sleeping peacefully, and i sighed quietly in anoyence, the door to our room slowly and quietly started to open and fear overtook me, i watched the door in fear to reveal... Tommy? "Tommy what are you doing here? It's like... Two in the morning." I whispered quietly, "shh! I'll explain later just get dressed and follow me." He whispered, i rolled my eyes and got out of bed as i opened my backpack and took a plain white shirt, baggy jeans and under ware, (if you are female that includes a bra.), I quietly got dressed and picked up my backpack, taking my phone from the bedside table and off the charger, i left the room slowly closing the door as quietly as possible as to not wake up Kristin, "okay so what do you want Tommy." I whispered, "Wanna go to the city?" He asked and i sighed, "but what about telling Phil, Kristin and Wilbur?" I asked ,"oh who cares let's just go, get the late night Paris air, aye?" He said, i sighed, "fine let's go." I said grabbing the spare keys to the apartment that Tommy was holding.

We left the apartment keys at the front desk and walked around town, "wanna go to the Eiffel tower? I think it glows at night." Tommy said, "just look to your left dimwit, you're gonna see it glowing." I said pointing ot the Eiffel tower, Tommy chuckled in embarrassesment, "oh yeah... Anyway you still wanna go?" He asked, "sure, it'll be pretty up close." I said, "not as pretty as you." Tommy said quietly, "what was that?" I asked, "o-oh nothing!" He said tensing up.

We were just sitting at a bench in front of the Eiffel tower, admiring it's beauty, "it's peaceful." I said smiling, "yeah i know." Tommy said as i felt a pair of eyes on me, i looked towards tommy to see that he was looking at me, "are you trying to flirt with me? Is the Tommyinnit, trying to flirt with a peasant girl like me?" I asked, "No! You're not a peasant girl." Tommy said, "but you didn't deny you trying to flirty with me." I smirked at him, "so what if i was." Tommy said looking at me with a huge smirk on his face, "whatever." I said looking away flustered.

"anyway Tommy." I said, tommy hummed in response, "do you... like anyone?" I asked, Tommy chocked on air, "w-what?" He asked, "do you like anyone?" I asked, "i mean- no- do you?" He asked, i was a little disappointed by his answer, "i do actually." I said, "o-oh yeah? Who is it?" Tommy asked, and i could have swore i heard disappointed in his voice, but i brushed it off

"well I'm not going to tell you." I said, "then tell me what he's like, or wait she's like- they're like?" I said and i giggled, "well he's, kind, loud, energetic, kind of goofy and overall very sweet, he always manages to make my day, and I'm always happy when i talk to him, he has blond-ish hair and he's tall, and he has a deep British accent." I said, basically explaining to Tommy, the space between us filled with silence, the only things that could be heard are the rustling of leaves nad occasional car's passing by

"I lied." Tommy said, "what?" I turned towards him with a confused look on my face, "i lied, i do like someone." He said still looking forward, "who is it?" I asked

"you."

He said, finally looking at me, my eyes widened, "me?" I asked, "yes and i understand that you like someone else, i just- i just wanted you to know." Tommy said as his eyes started to tear up, "oh Tommy." I said as tears filled my eyes,

"I do like you." I said, "what." He said, "im saying i like you too dingus." I said laughing a little wiping my tear's, "but who were you descri- oh now i get it." I said, i started to laugh and Tommy started to laugh with me, "i literally described you! How did you not notice!" I said in between laughs, "i don't know." He said laughing

As our laughs slowly died down, and then, silence.

"so what do we do now?" I said breaking the silence looking at Tommy, and he looked at me at me same time

He extends his hand and he grabbed my cheek gently, as he slowly started to lean in he stopped before our lips could connect, "may i?" He asked, "of course dumbass." I said giggling lightly, Tommy slowly connected our lips together

The kiss felt like hours, even though it lasted a couple of seconds, but as soon as we separated for air i missed the feeling

We looked in each other's eyes, lost in the moment untill...

The phone started to ring

"Shit!" Tommy yelled grabbing his phone, "Where the FUCK are you two!" You hear Wilbur yell from the other end, "Were at the Eiffel tower." Tommy said, "Get your asses back home before go to the Eiffel tower myself and kick both of your asses!" He yelled and hung up

"Well we fucked up." I said, "we sould probably go." Tommy said standing up, "wait! One last thing before we go." I said, "what is tha-" before tommy could finish his sentence i pecked his lips, "okay now we can go." I said skipping away, Tommy stood in his spot frozen, but he shook his head quickly and followed me.

"We're fucked."

That is all, i kind of rushed the ending but i still like it.

Anyways hope ya liked it, Bye!!!

#paris #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x reader fluff #dsmp fluff #wilbur mcyt #philza #mumza my beloved #philza and mumza #y/n #kristin minecraft

[sunshine-on-marz]

Origin SMP

Imagine: you’re a fae spirit and where mentored by Mumza, you quickly became her favorite spirit, so she introduced you to her beloved husband. Philza adored you as well and introduced you to his sons, you where adopted into the family. A few years later you where introduced to a kind enderman named Ranboo. Within weeks the two of you where inseparable, and feelings developed over the years. Eventually Ranboo went to Phil about his feelings and you went to Kristen with yours. The couple obviously talked and decided to try and convince the two of you to date. After a while Phil just tells Ranboo to ask you out, and he does! You say yes and the two of you are the sweetest couple.

( @kit-is-a-weeb , I think you’ll like this)

#origins smp #origins mod #origins ranboo #ranboo x y/n #ranboo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboolive #ranboo #mumza

[prrism]

Welcome to the Overworld

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part ?

Summery: After spending his first night in the Overworld you decide to help Techno become more familiar with his new surroundings and meet some new friends…

Characters: Techno x Reader (feat. Phil, Kristen and Wilbur)

Relationship: platonic/parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

With a yawn you slowly open your eyes to see the first light of dawn peeking through the window. You sigh, despite having such an eventful day yesterday your internal clock refused to give you even just an extra hour of sleep, oh well, you had a lot to do today anyways. You take a small glance down at Techno who was still curled up next to you sound asleep, poor kid must’ve been so exhausted. Slowly you shift yourself and get out of bed as to not disturb said sleeping child and make your way down to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast of eggs and toast. You’ve well finished your food by the time you hear footsteps patter down the hall, looking over to see Techno peek his head in the doorway.

“Morning.” You greet with a soft smile. “Come on in and take a seat, I’ve already got a plate ready for you.” He looks at you a second and blinks before waddling over and climbing onto a chair to sit. You hand him his food and watch as he pokes at it curiously. “I know it’s not as extravagant as dinner was yesterday, but it should help you through till lunch.” You say as you pull up your inventory and go through a checklist of what you need for the day. Your focus on the checklist is broken by a tug at your leg, looking down at the cutest little wide eyed stare Techno had while holding up his empty plate for you. Letting out an amused hum you take the plate and set it onto the counter to get washed later, having a lot to do today and also because you were a bit lazy to do it right away (mood).

“Hey Techno?” You call for his attention as you make you way to the front door. “I’m going to have to ask you to shift your appearance for me okay?” The piglin tilts his head in confusion, you sigh and run a hand through your hair. “Don’t get me wrong, I know your used to looking like a regular piglin most of the time, but… well… remember when I said piglins bodies can’t handle the sudden shift from the Nether to the Overworld?” He nods, waiting for you to continue. “I did mean that. Now since you are a hybrid you have a sorta… immunity to those effects, but it will be extremely suspicious if people saw a regular piglin walking around. I don’t think either of us want to draw that much attention, do you understand what I’m getting at?” He nods again and like last time, after a moment of focus and a puff of smoke, Techno looks like a regular kid again. “Awesome.” You smile picking him up. “Now we’re ready to go. I’ve got some trustworthy friends I’d like you to meet.” With that you exit your home and set off.

You take your time on the walk letting Techno really take in the view of the outside, chuckling to yourself at how awed he was to how different the world looked during the day compared to last night. Soon enough your destination comes into view and you give a loud knock on the door once you reach it. The sound of shuffling can be heard inside and you feel Techno squirm a little anxiously in your grip.

“Hey, it’s alright.” You say softly to help calm him down. “I’ve known these people for years, I’d trust them with my life, so you can too.” He looks at you curiously for a second before relaxing a little more. The door opens and you smile happily at your old friend. “Mornin’ Phil.”

“(Y/n)! You had me a little worried when you didn’t show up yesterday.” Phil says surprised but happy to see you.

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “I got a bit sidetracked on the way home.” Phil raises a questioning eyebrow at you, you chuckle again then clear your throat as you gesture to the child in your arms, Phil’s eyes widening in shock. “So… may we come in?” You ask, Phil immediately stepping away and closing the door once you’re inside.

“What’s all the racket? (Y/n)! Your back!” Wilbur bounds up to you eagerly and gives you a welcoming hug, you smile and give him a pat on the head in return. A small growl comes from Techno, you look over to see him glaring daggers at Wilbur, who doesn’t seem to pay mind to the stares. “Who’s this? Are they a new friend? What’s your name? Where you from?”

“Whoa! Slow down a little.” You calm the bouncing child and set Techno down, who immediately backs away when Wilbur gets too close for his comfort. “Wilbur this is Techno. Right now I’d like for you to take things a little slower for him, okay? He’s still learning how to… uhhh, people.” You explain as simply as possible.

“Okay! I can go slow.” Wilbur nods in understanding. You’re about to direct your attention back to Phil when you remember one of the big reasons you came over.

“Oh that’s right! I do have one more special request of you.” You kneel down to match his height, Wilbur leaning in closer. “I was wondering if you had any spare cloths you wouldn’t mind letting Techno use.”

“I don’t mind at all, let’s go have a look.” He turns and looks expectantly at Techno. “Come on! You can model some outfits in my room.” Wilbur beams. Techno looks to you uncertain, you hum in amusement.

“It’s alright, you go ahead. I’ll be waiting for you down here once you’re done.” You reassure. He gives a soft nod before squealing in shock when Wilbur practically drags him upstairs, past a surprised Kristen, so much for being slow.

“Who was that with Wilbur?” She asks, making her way over to you and Phil.

“That’s Technoblade, but please just call him Techno for short.” You say. “And might I add, you look stunning this morning, my lady, absolutely glowing.” You give her a bow earning a chuckle from the woman.

“Why thank you. It’s always so lovely to see you too.” She giggles and does a small curtsy back.

“Please stop trying to flirt with my wife.” Phil deadpans.

“Oh come on Phil you don’t have to be left out on this action, I can flirt with you too if you want.” You playfully tease, he lightly shoves you in retaliation. The three of you take a seat in the living room while you finally hand over the few items you had promised Phil, it’s not long before you’re asked a question you’ve been anticipating.

“So…” Phil trails off a little, looking for the right words. “How did you find Techno?”

“It was more like he found me. I was making my way home when I heard someone following me and…” You go on to explain everything that happened in the short time you’ve had Techno in care.

“You really think it was hunters?” Kristen questions.

“Who else could it be? He was all alone, we know piglins live in large groups and they defiantly don’t just abandon their children. Not to mention he looked in far worse condition then a child has any right to be when I brought him home.” You explain, Kristen nods in understanding and Phil lets out a sigh, about to say something when Wilbur comes racing down the stairs.

“If I can have everyone’s attention!” He calls, the three of you looking over to him, his smile widening. “Presenting Techno!” He gestures over and you all wait as nothing happens. “Hey! That’s your cue!” Wilbur huffs, muffled grunts of displeasure are heard just out of view.

“How about you stay over there and I come have a look myself.” You suggest, starting to stand.

“No! It’s supposed to be a grand reveal!” Wilbur whines.

“Remember what I said earlier before you rushed off?” You question, he looks at you curiously. You try to hold in your laughter as you continue. “I told you, Techno’s still learning about the Overworld and people. You have to take things a little slower for him right now, he might just be nervous.” You walk up to the bottom step and lean against the railing.

“Oh…” Wilbur deflates a little. “Sorry, I was just so excited to have a new friend.” He mutters, you ruffle his hair reassuringly.

“No worries, now you know for next time.” You smile, he gives a small smile back before letting you walk up the stairs. It doesn’t take much searching to find Techno sitting against a wall, as you suspected he looked a little nervous. “Hey kiddo.” You say soothingly, gaining his attention he immediately perks up a bit. “Hi. Come here, I wanna good look at ya.” You beckon him over. Slowly he stands, taking a second to shuffle in place before walking closer. You glance over to see the rags he once called cloths had been thrown into a wastebasket before looking back to see him wearing a simple white dress shirt and black sweats. For as simple as it was, it was very fitting for him. “You look great!” You beam, a happy oink is your response, you make a mental note to help work on his speech later. You offer your hand to him and when he takes it you both walk back downstairs where the others are waiting.

“Yay! Now you guys get to see too.” Wilbur says to his parents.

“It looks very nice.” Kristen compliments, Techno hides a bit behind your leg to mask the embarrassed blush on his face, she chuckles softly at this.

“I was hoping he’d wear the same thing as me so we could look like twins, but he liked this one better.” Wilbur huffs a little.

“Well, I thank you very much for helping out. I think you deserve a gift for that.” You smirk, Wilbur practically starts vibrating in excitement. The grip on your leg tightens, seeing Techno hold a small glare again. “Don’t worry, I have something in mind for you when we get home.” You whisper to him, calming the hybrid down. You turn back to Wilbur and kneel down, holding out a closed fist, he stares with wide eyes, waiting for the big reveal. Opening your hand you summon a goats horn from your inventory.

“Whoa! Was this from one of your adventures?” Wilbur asks, taking the item and flips it around in his hands over and over.

“You bet it is. It makes a very interesting sound if you blow in it. I figured since you like music and all that sorta stuff it’d be perfect.”

“Thanks (y/n)! You’re the best!” Wilbur then immediately blows into the horn, the sound ringing throughout the house, making you instantly regret giving it to him.

“Yeah… thanks (y/n). Can’t wait to deal with that.” Phil softly glares, rubbing his temples. You scratch the back of your neck with an awkwardly chuckle, avoiding his eye contact.

“I think now’s a good time we take our leave.” You turn and take Techno’s hand again. “It’s been fun, great catching up with you guys. I’ll see you guys Thursday.” You say as you exit the abode, a sigh of relief leaving you as you do. You can still hear Wilbur playing with his new item, though the sounds a slightly more muffled outside, he’d get tired of it within the week, you were sure of that much. A tug on your hand pulls you from your thoughts, looking down at an expectant Techno.

“I don’t have any goat horns for you.” You start, he scrunches up his face and shakes his head, you being glad that’s not what he wanted. “Alright, we really need to work on your English. Not that it isn’t fun trying to interpret piglin speech and all but if you’re gonna be living with me, you need to know the language.” Techno nods in understanding but continues to keep your attention, this time pointing to his mouth. “Oh, you’re hungry?” Another nod. “Alright, we can make lunch that first once we get home.” With that you let him wander around you as you both journey home, too wrapped up in this moment for you to notice the pair of dark, sceptical eyes watching Techno closely…

This took awhile to finish, but I’m proud 😃

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[unhonest-iago]

Meeting Mumza Pt. 2

Pt. 1

The first time Mumza meets Fundy is a near death experience he had as a kid. He'd been in a forest biome, climbing the trees. Trying to get to a high enough point so he could attempt to fly, like Philza. He knew he himself didn’t have wings so he crafted a pair, hearing about it from one of Techno's stories. Rather than getting too close to the sun, he plummeted, knocking himself out. 

Mumza noticed him on the brink. Not dead but in immense pain. Summoning him to her realm so it’d lessen said pain. She knew with some of the plants, her nursery wasn’t exactly the safest place for the kit. Remembering from Wilbur’s last visit that he’d taken the fox to the beach after his beloved Sally's departure. Deciding it'd be the perfect place, she shifted the terrain from rich soil to grainy sand. 

Seeing his small frame appear, she pitter-pattered over, crouching to scratch behind his ears. Opening his eyes, he scrambled up to a sitting position remembering his gramp’s ‘don’t talk to strangers’ rule. But there was a familiar comfort to the lady in black; the warmth of hot chocolate on a winter’s night and he’s sitting inside with a blanket wrapped around him. Spongebob on the TV as he sits next to the fireplace. His dad and uncles on the couch, chuckling when Fundy sings along to the Campfire song. Even Techno joining him during the chorus. 

‘You must be confused little one’ nodding, he took the hand offered to him, not as scared when his relatives met Mumza. ‘I’m Mumza and what’s your name?’ walking with him to the shoreline, holding Fundy’s shoes for him. Mumza tells him how he’s in her realm, keeping the bit about being between the living and dead out. After what seemed to be hours of talking to Mumza and playing in the sand, Fundy slowly returned to the land of the living. 

This time, laying on a couch in a cabin. Letting out a gasp, he hears those surrounding him talking. Rushing to his side, ‘Son, what were you thinking?’ 

‘I just wanted to fly like Gramps’ his voice tiny. Hearing this, Techno tries to keep his amusement hidden. ‘A marvelous contraption that was,’ the Piglin hybrid letting out a pained grunt, Philza elbowing him in the ribs. ‘Not the time Tech'

A few days later, Philza’s drops everything from his hands when Fundy looks up at him and asks ‘Who’s Mumza?’

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[lineismade]

Twin Flames

Wilbur Soot x Reader

Bridgerton AU Ch 1/?

1.8k Words

Y/N Pov

At the break of day; the preparations began. Whether it be the cooks buzzing around in the kitchen or the decorations flying around the ballroom, it was certain that the hall was alive with the celebration of the spring social season.

Obviously, my mother was more worried than I was. It was a worry of hers that I would go another year without finding an appropriate match, but it was my silent hope that I would endure another year of independence. Some would call it the life of a spinster that I enjoyed, but I called it the life of a modern woman. I had just turned twenty-one the following January, so I wasn't exactly a rotting corpse yet.

I have an older brother, so the worry wasn't soiling my family's reputation, but ruining my viability as a young lady in society. My brother, George, is my mother's pride and joy. He married a wonderful lady of English court a couple seasons back, and has been engaged in a happy marriage ever since. He hasn't any children yet, but he appeased my mothers woes for a couple years by matrimony.

My aversions to marriage probably stem from years of watching my friends grow up and change the second they turned a young man's eye. Young girls turned into young women, and as did their priorities. I wanted to make sure that I didn't fall subject to the same woes, but there was the slight longing not to be the black sheep for once in my life.

In such fashion, there was a slight internal pressure to finally make this season my last as a single woman. To my own disdain, the anxiety was weighing on me as I sat in the windowsill of my childhood bedroom, wondering if I was betraying my own virtues by giving into everything I had sworn against.

My mother gave me the privilege of choosing my ball gown for my debut this season, so I decided to go with a more outward option.

A red dress was my scandalous choice for my entrance, but I figured it was fitting to let people know what they were getting into. It was always a dream of mine to put all my cards in one deck and come out with a surprise, but it was obviously a risky move. I had nothing else to lose, so it would be a shame if I didn't follow my own hopes.

Anxieties aside, I carried on preparing for tonight's gala. I powdered my face, tightened the corset, and adjusted my hair to my own liking's. My first debut was a bit more uptight, but now that my prospects seemed bleak, I finally had free will. Funny how that seems to work out.

My hopes for this evening consisted of my own optimism. Lamb to the slaughter, and red rose in my hair, the world was my oyster.

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The carriage ride from my family's city home to the banquet hall was so silent you could hear a pin drop. My mother seemed dissatisfied with my fashion choices, but there wasn't a care in my mind. She knew what to expect with me, and thankfully she learned to just let me be a couple years back. My brother sat across from me alongside his own wife, Cornelia. She was a beautiful girl a year younger than I was, and their love story was a bit more traditional than my prospects seemed.

He was twenty-four when they first married, and she was nineteen. It might seem like she was young, but there was nothing about their marriage that was not genuine. They were set up by my mother, and when they first met the match was obviously a win. There was an immediate change in the climate of the calling room when they met for the first time.

Love at first sight as some would say.

I watched as all of this unfurled before my eyes in awe that love actually exists. I didn't believe in any shred of hope that there was any form of love out there for me, until I saw their love story unfold. It was a glimmer of hope, but it seemed far away nonetheless.

Both Cornelia and George wore modestly matching dress clothes to accompany me to my debut. Compared to them, I was very obviously a strange bird.

A canary.

As we arrived, the color of distaste that painted my mothers face faded away.

"Well, it's time to put on a show. The happy couple, the beautiful daughter, the timeless mother...... we've checked all the boxes! Smiles on your faces ladies and gentleman!" My mother chirped as we left the carriage.

A smile was on my face when I stepped down, and I had more confidence in one step than I had in my entire life. I felt like I was on fire......but it seemed like the focus was on anyone but me.

My shimmer was diminished by the bright and shiny girls who walked in on their brother's arm unbothered by the world.

Fresh meat. Oh dear lord, I really was a lamb to the slaugther.

I stood around for a minute or so until I looked at the state of the affair I was engaged in. For a while it felt like I was a ghost watching my own life go by. No gentleman callers to come and sweep me off my feet, and no opportunity for any kind of socially acceptable escape from this soiree. My fate was bleak as I watched the girls dance in a cycle of never-ending social pleasantries in the process I knew so well.

I carried on, and walked around the ornately decorated ballroom. Regretting my choice in attire was past me, but I was now worried that my attendance was a mistake. The room seemed like it was closing in around me as the hall became more overwhelmed with puffy dresses and men in dress suits.

A drink.... I needed a drink.......I thought as my lungs cried out for air. I stumbled around the room until I found a server willing to give me their final glass of champagne. It was most likely out of pity, but regardless it helped to ease my nerves. I hurriedly pushed my way across the hall to the back garden, to get some fresh air.

Instant relief is only the tip of the iceberg from what I felt. It was like the anxiety I carried on my shoulders melted like the extravagant ice carvings the queen insisted be at every event she threw.

The tears stung my cheeks and I realized the gravity of my situation, but in my lonesomeness it would be a pity if I allowed myself to wallow in my sorrow.

Dry your tears, gain some composure, because everything was going to be okay.

It was just me and the evening sky as the pinks and oranges of the sunset faded away into the darkness of night. The smell of the flowers and the feel of my heels on seemingly solid ground made me feel finally at rest within my worries.

A breath of fresh air.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.....

"It's only fitting that the Belle of the ball is nowhere to be found within the ball," I heard an ominous voice say from behind me. It was very obviously a man, with a slight anxious undertone dripping from every word. Like he knew the weight of every word he said down to a decimal.

"You are aware that if you approach me in the wrong way with no supervision, that both, mainly my reputation, could be soiled. I didn't come here to be mysterious." I seethed, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary to my delicate situation.

"Oh, I didn't realize we were walking on a minefield, but the gentleman in me wishes to assure you that I don't come with ill intentions. I just simply couldn't allow a beautiful lady such as yourself to feel alone in a time like this. I know I wouldn't want to be alone." He said as he inched closer to me, as if he was actually attempting to clear a minefield.

"While I appreciate the courtesy, I'd prefer to be left alone..." I hesitated before I carefully calculated what I would say next.  Turning from my view off the balcony, I was awestruck with the realization that the man who had been talking to me seemed to be in his own version of the same predicament.

    He stood alone backed up against another edge of the balcony, and as I scanned him up and down it appeared he was feigning his confidence. His hands fiddled and he couldn't seem to find a way to plant his feet on solid ground. I found comfort in the fact that I wasn't alone in my trials, but I tensed at his reaction to my words.

    "But, misery loves company, therefore I'm glad I won't be left alone." I started as I watched the corners of his mouth turn upwards in a devilish smile. He had something mysterious about his own image.

    "You're right. I imagine this probably isn't a normal interaction one would have at a ball of this stature. People will start to wonder if we're gone for too long...... Oh! Where are my manners, my name is William." He said, walking in an anxious scuffle towards me. He didn't seem like most of the other suitors, most of which carried themselves like they owned the world we walk on.

    Once his conquest to me was complete, he awkwardly bowed, which made me cringe internally at the formality. "Oh, I'm not the queen, there's no need to bow to me. It's very nice to make your acquaintance William. I'm Lady Davidson, but the formality makes me want to chuck myself off of this balcony, so just refer to me as Y/N if you feel like it."

    He gazed into my eyes with a wonder that he seemingly just discovered, as he returned to his upright position. It seemed like he was attempting to make himself taller as he rose to his full stature, but it turns out he was just tall.

I wasn't exactly the tallest young woman ever, but I prided myself on being above average height for a woman. He squared himself up to me as he searched for what to say next.

  "Wilbur. My friends call me Wilbur," He said as the smile on his face grew to an anxious grin, "Would you fancy a dance? I figure the best way to share the misery is to endure it together. Unless you have other obligations to attend to. I completely understand either way."

    "Oh, of course, yes... Wilbur. It's quite nice to meet you." I said, following him as he turned on his heels to walk back into the ballroom. I couldn't understand exactly what was bothering him, but I knew that I wasn't opposed to following the mysterious man into the hall.

A beautiful stranger.

A/N

Hey! I hope you all have enjoyed this part! I've poured all of my free time into writing this the past couple days (majority of it after midnight when I get home from work), and hope that you guys get some gratification from my Bridgerton phase.

This first chapter is just an introduction, so it seems kinda slowburn for right now, but I promise the tension will pick up next chapter. Posting it soon!!!!

Have an amazing day lovelies!!

(P.S. Find me on Wattpad too! lineismade )

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[calmthefuckdownalright]

Phantombur's Fall

You all remember A Fall From Grace? Specifically the part where I vaguely said that Phantombur finally told the reader as to why his wings no longer worked/existed? Well here's what he told her...

Tw: Gore

Pairing (its at the end): Phantombur x Angel!Reader

(Continuation of A Fall From Grace sort of)

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From the very beginning there were two brothers and their father. A man by the name of Philza Watson, later known as the Crowfather or Lord Elytrian. His wife, the Goddess of Death, blessed him with two sons over the course of their physical marriage before she was called back to the heavens where only gifts could be traded between the two.

The oldest son, Wilbur, was a lanky boy in his youth with wings the color of freshly tilled soil that got darker to the point of sable and black at the tips of each feather. His wings combatted the majesty of his father's and triumphed in lengthy as time wore on.

His younger brother was a fair haired squealer of a child with lumpy wings that never seemed to be able to stretch out without contracting even smaller. There were complications with his egg concerning that the Goddess of Death had contracted a humane illness that would've killed a mortal while manifesting it. The Red Death. A new disease that colored the victim's veins a dark putrid red and spotted up like chicken pocks. It was quick to come and go through ones body but was fatal in every diagnosis.

Tommy, as the boy would later be named, was affected by this even as his mother was well from it by the time his egg was laid. His wings and feathers were spotted and colored crimson over the white they would've been. Over the years they folded over and Tommy never found out the truth as to why he could hardly even glide without an ache in his deformed wings.

The two boys, Wilbur and Tommy...Tommy and Wilbur, were inseparable. From the very moment Tommy hatched Wilbur was his brother. When Philza told him it was likely Tommy would never truly fly, Wilbur was his brother and taught him all the proper techniques as to soar.

Tommy loved Wilbur and Wilbur loved Tommy. A brotherhood as close, if not far closer, than any other. Then a blessing from their mother came. A strange hybrid of a boy. He was pink-haired and pig-like in features with tusks and blank eyes that held an intelligence no animal could, but he was quick and strong legged like a rabbit. This boy's name was Technoblade and Wilbur too became his brother.

The Three fought and agreed with each other throughout their whole lives. Throughout their father's Lordship and title of the Elytrian. Wilbur was declared an Elytrian himself on his eighteenth birthday and Tommy something called an Avian once he reached ten. Technoblade stayed Technoblade though a doctor said he had the resemblance of a Rabbit more than his piglin stature.

The Elytrian Lordship was passed to Wilbur when he turned 21 and Philza became a being known as the Crowfather and husband of the Goddess of Death.

To put it lightly, Wilbur was not the best Lord of his people. He was tough in his decisions and cracked under immense pressure in his young age. He had a courtship with a nymph and produced a fox daughter, but that daughter turned to a fox son and that nymph did not become his wife, but rather fled leaving the young Lord and now Father to find his way himself.

Fundy did not stay in the narrative long as the son of the Elytrian Lord went on his own adventures, accompanying a Merling that Lord Wilbur had befriended in his youth named Niki. Wilbur was losing his family bit by bit. His father took his brother Technoblade off to lands needing their battle experience and Tommy was busy hanging out enjoying his boyhood with two beings by the name of Ranboo and Tubbo. A bee hybrid and an Enderian whom Wilbur did not completely trust just yet.

Nonetheless Wilbur was eventually alone in his estate. The only things filling his halls were the wings on his back and the crows that fluttered too and fro tidying the place or exploring if they were new. Insanity crept in. Loneliness grabbed at his mind.

And Wilbur lost his way.

One night under the glow of a candle Wilbur sent out letters. Letters to his family saying he planned to destroy his life and the lineage they all had built. That this was his final goodbye. His last chord to the song of existence.

Then that morning he flew put over his small plot of responsibility and rained Hell down on it. With fiery arrow striking piles of haybales and setting ablaze the villages, Wilbur relished in the destruction. He loved it. His charm had won the trust of these people yet none of them deigned to think even their charismatic Lord was lonely in that large empty estate.

It didn't make sense... Any of it. Why had he been left behind? Because he was the eldest? Because perhaps his father had hated him for not living up to the world of expectations that were never presented? Maybe it was because Wilbur was the only normal one. He wasn't special. The only thing he had had was Sally and his son to define him and they had left him as well. The title 'Elytrian' meant nothing to him. Anyone could have wings if they wanted. Just because he was born with them did not make him special.

His brothers were special. Technoblade was a war genius and Tommy a smile in the rainiest storms. Wilbur was the brooding young Lord in the estate by the cliff. Son of the Goddess of Death and her mortal husband. That was all he had but even that was shared with Tommy and Technoblade.

So as the fires climbed and the people of his reach recognized him as their destroyer Wilbur smiled. Laughed. Found joy as swords were drawn against him. As arrows pierced his wings and shot him down. Laughed as the people he'd led through drought and disease cornered him on that cliff and tore away the one thing he DID have that was uniquely his.

Wilbur died in joy that he'd destroyed everything his family had ever loved...and he was cursed for it.

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After receiving Wilbur's letters the whole Elytrian family and their friends they'd found on the way rushed to the village of their origin. When they arrived they were too late. Everything was burnt to a crisp and the estate Philza had built with his own hands was destroyed. Torn down and blown up.

Tommy's room was vandalized and the armor that had been specially crafted for when he finally grew into his wings was desicated.

Technoblade's carrot experiments, although long abandoned, were shattered and burned to ash. Not even a speck of orange or scribble left to prove anything of his curiosity and discovery.

Then there was Wilbur's room...and his throne.

Wings. Wings of the darkest browns bloodied and pierced by arrows still stuck in the thick feathers. A sickening laughter choked the air around the three living as the one dead cackled in the darkness a sobbing sound.

He was there, Wilbur. He was with his wings pinned to his throne. A reminder of the monster that once sat upon the ruined chair.

"I still remember their words." Phantombur said quietly with his head resting on your lap.

"Wilbur?" Technoblade was awestruck at the sight of his brother. A pale corpse of what he'd been last they saw each other.

"Wilbur what the Hell happened?!" Philza rushed to his son's side but stopped several paces away at getting a closer look at his boy turned man turned phantom.

"I was so....alone." Wilbur sobbed. The dire of his actions fully wrapped around his mind now. "They didn't care. No one cared." He cried and grabbed at his wings, his beautiful wings, but his hand phased through it.

Wilbur's skin was a pale grayish blue with darker colored circles under his eyes which now glowed an ethereal green. His hair was turned a dark navy with glances of white edging the roots and giving the look of transparency as all of his body now was. Etchings of skeletal bone traced his arms and the tattered remains of his clothes. A once regal suit turned to a demolished scrap of fabric.

"Wilbur your wings." Tommy was crying though trying to make it seem like he wasn't.

"Oh my God." Technoblade echoed and choked on his words. The back of the newly presented Phantombur was in shambles. Only the very start of his wings still hung on before tearing off into membranal shards. Feathers dis not decorate the skin but rather they were like a bats. Skin stretched over bone and punctures stabbing through the skin.

"I don't know what went so wrong...I was just so sad." Wilbur crumbled as his hand yet again went through the tufts of feathers on his physical wings. Phil tried to embrace him but he fell through his son. A chill wrapped around his body as he kneeled by him instead. It would take years for Wilbur to gain a physical enough form to be able to touch things again.

"Wilbur we're so sorry." Tommy sniffed and reached for his brother before registering the fault in the action.

"It's so cold..." Wilbur shivered and looked at his hands as the appearance of them started to disappear. He was fading away from his family. When the darkness reached for his eyes Wilbur darted forward to only be met with fresh grass and an empty forest at sunrise.

There was a book in front of him.

"Welcome to Origins SMP. Your life on Earth has ended and you have been chosen to join an elaborate group of hybrids." The first page read.

"Under certain circumstances considering your death in the world you were assigned your Origin early due to your decisions and therefore might have found out a few quirks to your new form. Despite this possibility, you will still be given a thorough description of your Origin as to help better yourself through this new world."

💀Phantom💀

Translucent- Your skin is slightly transparent and others may see objects through you

Phantom Form- If you can sprint you can switch your form between invisible and your regular translucent self

Phasing- While in Phantom Form you may walk through walls and other objects such as trees

Photoallergic- Watch out for the sun because you will burst into flames

Fast Metabolism- Since you are indeed dead, your body does not require much food to function but when it does it processes it extremely fast so keep a good supply handy

Fragile- Without the ability to develop immunity or callous' your body does not heal very quickly which results in a fragile state of being. You'll die much faster than most your fellow Origins.

"Welcome to the world! Remember to keep your wits about you and fly high King!"

"That was all the book told me. Nothing of where I was or if any of my family had been chosen to this world as well. I later learned they had, but it was still so lonely. I started to go insane again once, but then I found Philza. I could touch again and it saved me to see my family. Technoblade didn't join us till much later. According to Phil, my people hunted down the Elytrian line till all of us were dead. Then they went to find the other superhuman entities. Fundy, Niki, Ranboo, Tubbo...they all died because of me." Wilbur carried on.

"But now were all here without any of those threats. You probably died in your past because of me as well and I'll be honest I couldn't be happier about it if it means I get to stay here with you forever." Your Phantom husband chuckled. You realized the pain it must've caused him to have those wings of legend removed from him. How excruciating it must've been to be alone for so long in a position where you didn't hardly know what was happening. It was easy forgive him, even if it meant your past life and past potential was gone because of him. It was easy because you loved him and he loved you.

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That ending was a bit rough but I think it worked. Happy Spooky Season btw you guys. I meant to say it yesterday but I got really caught up in some work stuff.

Love you all 💙💙

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[zooone]

as above, so below

╰┈➤ a grumpy grim reaper falls in love with an optimistic angel.

one sided hatred to lovers; grim reaper!wilbur x angel!reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - here it is, my magnum opus. even tho its not done! i had to split this fic in half, so unfortunately there will have to be a part two :( very sorry. but on a lighter note, HUGE HUGEEE thank you to @harbingerofheartbreak. as per usual, she helped me visualized the entire thing and even made some of the plots and ideas that i used. in fact, the original fic was supposed to be a grim reaper x human, but it was florence who thought of the grim reaper x angel prompt and i could not thank her enough. furthermore, she helped keep this fic going and constantly pushed me beyond my limits to do so. the fic was started july 21st and it was supposed to be shelved after a couple weeks, but she made me keep going. she is the best forever and ever go read ynaf. additionally, another big thanks to @starsyoubreaklikesugardust for being another little beta reader for this fic. she always has the greatest ideas known to man and i wanted to run everything by her bcuz it was like having van gogh rate my painting. i had to share this with her earlier than i thought cuz she was threatening me but we dont have to talk about that smile. both of these people helped me so much, and i will forever be in debt to them.

all in all, please please enjoy and give this your love pretty please <3

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of death, religious aspects, and swearing

she had a lot of questions about wilbur.

not the type of, "what's your favorite color?" or "what's your favorite band?" questions. more like, "on a scale of one to ten, how much does being a murderer really affect your mood?"

all of these questions would go unanswered. including "what's your favorite band?" no matter what, she just could not crack the code of wilbur soot.

to say he was intricate would be an understatement, and her ongoing curiosity would surely be the death of her.

unless he had something to do about it.

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he stomped away from her on the rooftop as she followed after him.

"i told you to leave me alone," wilbur grunted, trying to speed walk past her with his long scythe trailing behind him. "is that so difficult to understand?"

"i just- i just wanna talk-" she panted, trying to catch up to him. her white dress flowed beneath her, but wilbur tried not to think about it too much.

"no." he made a sharp turn to fully face her, making her nearly bump into him.

her frown was illuminated by her golden halo, making her hair look almost cloud-like. her eyes glimmered like the entire sun was like a clown nose on her face, despite them arguing in the cold of night.

she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. her halo also lit his face up, and she saw the permanent frown and scrunched up eyebrows under his dark hood.

"why not, wilbur?"

he looked at her like she asked if the moon was real.

"you ruined my job. again." he punctuated his sentence with her name, saying it like he was curling at the nasty taste of it.

he always hated her. there was no mistaking it. he hated the way she giggled and danced around just because she could. he hated the way she spoke, always sounding so bright and happy and fucking naive. he hated her big white wings and her shiny halo.

"there you go talking about your job! like its all that matters to you," she yelled over the continuous honking cars beneath them. "do you even care about anything else in life?"

they weren't even supposed to interact, her being an angel and him being the prince of death. but he was always out doing his grim reaper duties, and she couldn't help but stop him.

he just wanted to follow orders from mumza- the queen of death. every single day that he existed, he had to take the lives of those who were ready. it ate him alive, but it was his only purpose.

"i can't care about everything else in life if i have to care about everything else in death," he grumbled under his breath, making her go silent. he liked her silence, loved it even, because that meant she couldn't criticize him for everything he did.

he would tell her about how angry the job made him. that if he could just switch spots with his brother, the stork, he would be the happiest being in hell. that he hated being the grim reaper almost as much as she hated him.

but if there was anything he really hated, it was opening up to people. and vice versa.

the last time he remotely opened up to someone, it was his mother, and he barely remembered the conversation. it was all the way back when he was welcome to smile. all he could recall was it being something about love, whatever it meant.

"will you please leave me alone now?" he sighed, rubbing his hand in his eye. he watched her eyes go from their usual large state to becoming droopy. she silently nodded her head.

"sorry. goodbye, mr. grim reaper," and the title tore him to shreds. it angered him, over everything else, that all he would be to her was an evil being.

yet, he watched as she jumped from the rooftop, fluttering her wings until she flew away. as she looked back over at him, he couldn't place the odd feeling left in his stomach. if it was guilt or hatred, he would never know.

he would continue to travel, picking up the souls on his way. she always thought he was lucky for being able to travel wherever he wanted. she always wanted to befriend the humans- in fact, she wanted to befriend everyone, but she found it impossible when she was constantly being held back.

he arrived back to hell's palace, a bag in one hand, and his scythe in the other. his head drooped down, avoiding any unnecessary eye contact with the other demons.

that hope would be short lived, however, as a demon took his shoulder as he walked.

"wilbur!" he spoke cheerfully, as if he wasn't living among lava pools and ash.

"quackity," wilbur responded in the same, monotone voice. it made the demon groan.

"quackity-" he mocked, changing his shape to an exact replica of wilbur's. mimic demons, they were called, and they were able to take form of any other being, even adorning their voice. it came in handy for most demon's entertainment, but it certainly didn't faze wilbur.

he stared into the mimic of his face, hating what stared back at him.

"oh come on. that usually works on people," quackity frowned as he twisted himself back to his natural state. he began poking wilbur with his blackened hands. "just give me a little giggle, wilbur."

"no." he'd said the word so much that it rolled perfectly off his tongue. "and for fucks sake, please put on a shirt."

quackity laughed loudly. "we're in hell, wilbur! its hot as- well, hell down here. don't tell me you haven't thought about walking around shirtless either." he paused, putting his hands on wilbur's dark outfit, "or.. hoodless.."

wilbur glared with an unamused look on his face, shrugging quackity's touch off of him and trying to continue walking along his path. walking away from conversations never worked to end them, yet he still tried it.

it would be the second example today that his tactic never worked, because quackity continued to walk along with him into the palace.

"what's the catch today?" he said it like it was a cheer. "did you get the big numbers? beat your high score yet?"

he would say he could feel his blood boil, but the flames in hell already did that.

"no. i don't keep track," he explained simply, pouring his bag's content into the soul sorter. it went to the fates to decide whether the soul was good or bad. simply enough, the good souls would be transported to heaven and the bad ones would stay. sometimes he imagined them debating over a soul's purity. the sound of screams every time he opened the bag would never become easier to stomach.

"bummer," quackity hummed. "why don't you try to make the job a little fun?"

"because i don't want to, okay?" he raised his voice. this time, quackity caught the memo and stayed quiet, except for a "shit, okay." under his breath.

wilbur walked along the palace's stairs, leaving quackity alone in the lobby without another word. this time, walking away from the situation made it stop. the third time really was the charm.

he set his hood down to his shoulders with a sigh, being able to fully see the gold and red palace for what it was. all of the vibrant and bright colors that quite literally clashed with the flames. it was scary and huge, but it was home to him. it was all he'd really known.

he went up to his room, laying on his bed with a groan. sometimes he wished his bed was quite literally made out of feathers, because his back always ached. tommy always said it was because of his "fucking posture", but wilbur knew he had no room to talk. just the thought of him jumping into a big pile of fluffy feathers made his bones ease a little more.

he would spend the night rolling around in his not-feather bed, having issues with his sleep. it was such a frequent problem for him that it was barely even a problem. just how he existed.

and, meanwhile, she would spend her "night" (in quotations. it never got dark in heaven.) staring up at the sun, wondering what sort of buttons she could've possibly pushed with wilbur to make him hate her. it was a recurring thought, but it kept her up too frequently.

the worst part about waking up was simply that. waking up. wilbur would roll out of bed, fluff up his hair a little bit, put on the same clothes, and be going. he went through the same routine every day and he hated it. but at the same time, if anyone disrupted his routine, he'd be angered.

"wilbur!"

and his routine was ruined.

"morning, tommy," he muttered, wiping the sleep from his eyes with a yawn. he couldn't be bothered to be angry this early, and definitely not to tommy. "aren't you supposed to be in heaven right now?"

"i'm on break," tommy said in a matter-of-fact tone. he stretched his arms and his wings with a groan, leaving some stray yellowed feathers behind. "delivering babies to peoples' doors is quite the workout."

wilbur barely registered his words, staring idly past tommy. his eyes wandered more on a decoration on a table behind him. he didn't even notice that tommy had continued speaking until he put his hands on his hips and sighed.

"yeah. both mum and dad really like me!" tommy spoke, ruffling his hands through his hair until he realized his goggles were in the way. the mention of phil darkened his mood.

"mum told you to stop calling him 'dad'," wilbur spoke monotone and simple, as usual.

and as usual, tommy groaned at wilbur's monotone voice and simple words, slouching down. "she also told you to stop being so fucking gloomy."

wilbur felt the need to do a lot of things; one- hit tommy with his scythe, two- tell tommy what a privileged asshole he sounded like, and three- do both at the same time. but wilbur had an okay-ish perception of tommy, growing up alongside the boy took a lot. but as annoying as the boy was, he was wilbur's company. even if he would rather swallow his scythe than to admit it aloud.

instead of acting on his mental list of intrusive thoughts, wilbur only sighed. he didn't bother to pick the conversation back up, his eyes wandering to the decoration again. had they always had that there? it looks off-centered.

"well," tommy noticed wilbur's spacing and patted his shoulder as he walked towards the stairs. "good luck today."

wilbur stared blankly through the fringe of sweaty hair on his forehead. inside, he was trying to form whatever a smile was. "thank you, tommy."

he watched as tommy jumped down the stairway, yellow tufts of hair flying with him. he heard a shout from down below, "and don't forget to fix your posture!"

wilbur scoffed in response, sounding more uninterested than he intended to, but ultimately pulling his shoulders back. a new day! a new window of opportunity! is what wilbur would think, if he wasn't wilbur.

he grabbed the railing of the stairway, his pale thin hand contrasting with the gold. he stared at his feet the entire time stepping down. he'd already forgotten about "fixing his posture".

he made his way down the lobby, not getting a chance to speak to his mother due to the abundance of demons lined up, trying to tell her that she was making a mistake. it was typical, but it still left bags under her eyes. wilbur only gave her a timid wave as a greeting before exiting through the palace's doors.

he dragged his tacky shoes through the red dirt beneath him, watching as tiny rocks rolled along his feet before stopping. he almost ran head first into the elevator due to how long he kept his gaze down, but luckily he saved himself from the mental embarrassment.

he stepped inside, proving his identity to the machine far more times than he needed to. mimic demons would always try to steal his finger print to use the elevator and get themselves back onto earth, but it was never successful. he had a keycard, just in case the identity proving didn't work. tommy had the same.

as the doors parted and he made a careful step out, he did his daily greeting to the guard (his daily greeting being a casual glare and a furrow of his eyebrows) and used his scythe to poke himself out.

from the surface, it would simply look like a boulder being turned over. but as wilbur stepped onto the grass, he took a moment to breathe. the air on earth was far better than the smoke in hell. he would spend a great deal of time taking a couple deep breaths, appreciating the silence, oh the lovely sound of absolutely nothing-

"wilbur! there you are!"

he almost screamed. instead, he only turned to the source of the way-too-cheerful voice, saying her name in utter disbelief. "what are you doing here?"

he didn't speak as if he were asking a question. he wasn't actually interested in why she was here in the grass with her elegant white dress and her annoyingly wide smile, using her wings to shield herself from the sun, even if they were translucent.

"i was waiting for you!" she squeaked, getting up from her spot in the grass and practically skipping up towards him. she had what looked to be a gardener's nightmare in her hands. "this is for you!"

before he could say another word, she pushed his hood off of his head. she had to use her wings to reach the top of his hair, but she was still able to run her hand through his brown waves. and as she giggled, she placed her makeshift flower crown on his head.

she pushed herself away- still hovering on her wings, and took a long, meaningful look at him. "you look great!"

"i feel disgusting," he said with anger, taking the weeds out of his hair and stuffing them sloppily into his bag. "why did you do that."

she looked at him with a frown, but still tried to make herself sound happy. her halo flickered softly. "it.. it was supposed to be a gift for you."

"yeah? well i hated it," he squinted his gaze down at her, and she could feel herself shrinking the more and more he looked.

she stayed quiet, the halo above her head still flicked on and off. she looked at him with nothing but a frown, lowering herself so that her feet hit the ground.

what she failed to notice was that he unfurrowed his brows ever so slightly upon seeing her upset.

"let me just get going, okay?" he spoke, trying to make his voice a little bit softer but still keeping the agonizing punch in there.

she spoke quieter now. "i have one more thing for you."

wilbur flinched, fully expecting a glitter bomb to come out of her pocket. but to his surprise, it wasn't.

she pulled out a pack of gummy worms, handing it to him with a pitiful smile on her face. he took it, examining it slowly.

"why is it open?" he took another look at it and realized it was almost half empty.

"umm.. i got a little hungry waiting for you," she mumbled, playing with the hem of her dress. "you were taking a little bit long."

"and speaking of which, i've been talking to you for a little bit too long," he retorted, crumpling up the bag of gummy worms in his palm. the sides of the bagging were practically fighting with the cage he made out of his fingers.

he began to walk in the opposite direction, debating in his mind exactly how long it would take to make his way out of the field and to the nearest trash can. she quickly followed behind him, almost tripping on herself in the process.

"hey- i didn't expect a hello from you, but a thank you would at least be nice!" she yelled as he speed-walked away with his grumpy walk and stone shoulders. "i'm talking to you!"

"and i'm not," he grumbled, fiddling to put his hood back onto his head as a way of closing himself off.

"just-" she flapped her wings, trying to be alongside him. "just have some gummy worms, please?"

he glared, slightly squinting from the piercing light of her halo. "maybe later."

"right now."

as much as he didn't want to, he stopped dead in his tracks. his stare was hurtful and his hand clenched onto his scythe. that was the most demanding he'd ever heard of her.

there was a voice in his head telling him to leave, to just let her have the last word and be gone. but he felt like he couldn't move.

"excuse me?" he only said, scrunching his eyebrows up.

"i want you to have them right now," she enunciated her words, crossing her arms and trying to copy his expression. she was fighting her usual bright smile under her pursed lips. "in front of me."

he blinked, almost starstruck. "why?"

she seemed nearly surprised at his one word question, her stern voice softening slightly. "you look like you haven't been taking care of yourself," as she spoke through a pout, he could feel his face warming up, like tiny little punching bags beneath his skin. "i wanna make sure you're eating."

he hated the feeling of his cheeks going warm. he slept in hell, obviously he knew what warmth was. but for some reason it felt even weirder when it was behind his skin. he cleared his throat with a cough.

"this? you think this is healthy?" he held up the crumpled, half-empty bag, speaking with his forceful actions.

she went quiet again, only speaking loud enough for him to hear. "i couldn't afford anything else at the gas station."

the feeling of warmth in his cheeks soon boiled over into anger. "you couldn't afford anything else?" he repeated in disbelief, "you are quite literally an angel! you're invisible to the human eye! it is so easy for you to steal."

"but i don't wanna be a bad person!" she copied his raised voice, standing on her tiptoes as almost a challenge. "i leave money in the cash register for the man. you know, he's really struggling. he could use the money. his name is robert, i think-"

"i don't care!" wilbur screamed, cutting her off completely. she flinched at his voice, feeling overwhelmed tears start to prickle from her eyes. she hid behind her wings, afraid that he might do something drastic.

he felt his shoulders shrink at her reaction, but ultimately grumbled and opened the pack of gummy worms. he hesitated, holding out the candy in front of him.

she opened her eyes from her flinch, and saw him sniffing the gummy worm. a smile spread across her face. "you just.. take a bite out of it."

"i know," he muttered. he was already mad enough that he had to eat it, he didn't want to be instructed on how.

"oh.. okay. i mean- i just kinda assumed that you didn't know because i don't think there are gummy worms in hell. they'd get all sticky and stuff. at least, that's what i've heard. are there really no gummy worms in hell?"

he looked at her with no amusement on his face. she looked right back at him, however, wanting an answer to her long winded question that was somehow said in a singular breath.

"no… no there aren't," he spoke slowly, raising an eyebrow at her. "are there gummy worms in heaven?"

why was he making conversation with her? he should be out collecting souls right now, not talking about stupid little gummy worms with this stupid little angel. he mentally slapped himself in the face, cringing with a shake of his head.

"no, there aren't," she batted her eyelashes like she was trying to think for a moment. "but phil sometimes gives me money for gummy worms. i share it with the others!"

he was barely registering her words, his mind still clouded with the mental boxing match he was having with himself. he was being stupid. not even the mention of phil was able to knock him from his thoughts.

"hey," she waved her hand in his face, acting as the referee and stopping his boxing match. he was almost at a knockout. "you've been making that face for a while. do you not like gummy worms?"

wilbur didn't know how to really respond to the question, having never even tried gummy worms before. he looked back at her. she had her full attention on him, waiting for another answer that he would hopefully not blunder.

"it's.. it's fine."

he definitely blundered.

he ignored it, not ready for a round two fight, and put the gummy worm in his mouth.

she leaned forward. "how is it?"

it was about the best damn thing he's ever had.

"it's.. okay, i guess."

"great!" she jumped- fucking jumped. "im sure you have to be on your way for your very important job-"

he completely forgot about his being the grim reaper, straightening up suddenly with widened eyes and tightening his grip on his scythe. he cursed under his breath, running towards the direction of the city.

"hey, i didn't finish!" she called out, catching up to him once more with flaps of her wings.

"i can't talk. you've already made me late enough," his hood almost fell off in the wind with how quickly he was running. "fuck, mum's gonna be pissed."

she would, in fact, not be pissed. she was always far too busy to even greet wilbur or tommy, and they hadn't done any sort of domestic activity in what felt like an eternity. he tried to convince himself that he didn't care, that she was just busy with being the queen of death, but it was extremely lonely.

there wasn't any time for them to really speak. they were both always busy and family meals were long forgotten. in fact, wilbur had never eaten in front of another person before. the most he'd done was eat some boring, rotten food while sitting on his floor with tommy- and even then, he was only picking at it idly with his fork.

he found comfort in eating alone. there was no one there to judge him or to argue. it was just him, his thoughts, and the literal grayed out food they had in hell. but there was something always so reminiscent about having food with another person, even if it was just something like dessert.

"oh," she sighed, moving her wings idly. she watched as he ran away without another look. her arms swung at her sides in an almost confused fashion. "okay. um- hope you like your gummy worms! bye wilbur!"

at least she didn't call him mr. grim reaper again.

he didn't care, anyway, just trying to get to work on the job he obviously hated. but when he stopped to catch his breath, he couldn't help but stare at the pack of gummy worms in his sweaty palms, the colorful designs contrasting his dull looking hand.

he looked around. it looked like there were no cheerful angels in sight, so he figured himself to be safe. he popped another gummy worm into his mouth, scrunching his nose at the taste of something so impossibly sweet. it was a pleasant change from the tasteless foods in hell, and the addictive sweetness coated his tongue for a while.

he stuffed the rest of the pack into his bag, appreciating how empty it was without the souls inside it- a temporary feeling.

wilbur already felt like he'd wasted enough time, and got to work. bringing people to death's door wasn't exactly the easiest job.

he started with a car crash, wincing at the amount of shattered glass and blood everywhere. he fell sick to his stomach with a nasty feeling bubbling up in his throat. all those years dealing with death and it still never got easier to see the causes.

he held his scythe up slowly, shutting his eyes in a flinch. he thought of a thousand things all at once, trying to focus on one. they have to die. i have to put them out of their misery. they're dying because they have to, not because i chose to.

he took a breath, feeling like needles were going up his nose and into his lungs, and swung the weapon down.

it sunk through the person's body without struggle, opening up a passageway for him. he removed his scythe carefully, as if it would hurt them.

he sat on his knees next to the car. although his body was phantom-like against the gravel, he could still feel the roughness under him.

he held a cold hand to the person's back, trying to ignore how it looked to see the life drain from under their eyelids and filter out onto his palm. as soon as he could no longer feel a nauseating pull on his hand, he lifted it gently. he watched as the soul threaded directly off the person, catching onto his fingertips.

he didn't bother to take a closer look at it. the last thing he wanted was to remind himself that these people were actually human. he only took it in his palms, mushing it until it turned into a small circular shape. he put it in his bag, not caring to look at what else was in it.

wilbur would continue to follow through with that sequence throughout the day, as he usually did. scythe, hand, soul, bag. when he was growing up, mumza told him that he would be used to it in no time. but as "no time" passed, he still felt like throwing up after each day.

he made his way down the elevator, his shoulders stinging with the weight of his bag. the souls were practically weightless, but gathering so many into his bag made it sag down. he held his scythe with two hands, his arms being too sore to function properly on their own.

tommy was waiting for him at the steps of the palace, ignoring everyone lined up at the doors. his elbow was on his knee, and his face was being held up in his palm. he had been playing with a stone, trying to break it with his fingertips.

"wilbur," he automatically sprung up upon seeing his brother. he used to go in for hugs, however stopped shortly after wilbur started discussing how much he hated them. "mum wants to see you. says its important."

wilbur took time to react to his words, feeling like his bones weren't his. he only hummed an, "oh. okay," as he made his way up the steps, his feet barely dragging behind him.

"wait-" tommy called out, making wilbur almost freeze on cue. "i was.. i was wondering if you wanted to hang out by the fountain.. of wishes. the one up there. like- like we used to..?"

wilbur's breath stalled, stopping in his lungs. he'd barely even remembered it, but was holding back a smile at the memory.

that smile became easy to suppress as it slowly disappeared. he remembered all of it.

"mum doesn't want us talking to phil," was all wilbur muttered. he finally took a breath, his chest rising and falling with a sigh. "sorry."

"its not like that anymore!" tommy tried, throwing his hands up in the air in an almost child-like fashion. "they've changed, phil especially! i talked to him the other day, and-"

"mum doesn't want us talking to phil, tommy," he enunciated it slower this time. watching tommy's shoulders shrink, a sinking grayness fell over his face like a cloud was above him.

"yeah. okay," tommy sighed with a shake of his head. he played with the calloused skin on his fingers. "you're right."

wilbur stood there for a great deal of time. as much as it physically pained him, he felt a trapped sensation in his chest.

"tommy?" he spoke softly, barely enough for the both of them to hear. "you're a good kid."

he left before tommy could respond, expecting the boy to make some stupid remark about how soft he was turning. tommy didn't react that way, however. he stood alone on the steps, taking breaths watching as wilbur walked away.

wilbur made his way past the screaming, impatient people. he was always hateful towards loud noises as they made his skin crawl. he thought maybe that was the reason he hated the angel's voice so much.

there he went again thinking of that stupid angel. if he'd given her any more room in his mind, she'd have to pay the rent.

shaking his head from stupid thoughts, he called his mother's name, gaining her attention.

"wilbur," she spoke softly, her voice too tired from all the demons and ghosts she spoke to. her black hair hung over her face messily, but it was covered by a large lacy hat. "how are you?"

wilbur knew she wasn't actually curious about how he was feeling. it was just a filler for the missing years of his childhood.

"i'm doing well," a lie, "tommy said you wanted to talk to me?"

he saw his mother's face light up, as if she'd just remembered something blatantly obvious. wilbur could imagine her thoughts- "oh, thats my son, i forgot."

she fished for something on a table near her large throne. it looked more shiny than any angel's halo. damn it, why was he thinking about her again?

"here," she handed an envelope to him with her large hand. he hesitated in taking it. "the messenger said it was for you. you don't usually get mail, so i figured it was important."

wilbur stared at the wax seal, the intricate pattern almost painful to stare at for too long. "are you sure this is for me? im not-"

"im so sorry, wilbur," her eyebrows disappeared into the shape of her hat as she put a hand to her black gown. "i have to get going talking to these people," she motioned to the line in front of her. "i also have a super busy day. i have to-"

"its fine, mum," he cut her off just as she did to him. he couldn't feel any remorse for his lack of formality. "you're.. doing great."

he spared himself from the long speech his mother always gave about how busy she was. it was always a drag to hear. tommy said it was her way of indirectly apologizing for not giving him family meals- but wilbur always thought that if he was right, she would directly say it.

in all honesty, however, he missed being able to sit next to someone and eat something.

the black lipstick on her face formed into a smile. "thank you, wilbur," she sighed, her body already facing the demon she was talking to last. "and tell me what the letter is!"

"i will," another lie. he was really great at them because she could barely ever hear them.

as he was going to the soul sorter, he turned the letter over in his hand, squinting at the written address. it read, "hell's palace (if it's real! i've never been there but i've heard about it!) for wilbur!" with a bunch of hearts and smiley faces. wilbur felt himself go sick to the stomach, nearly tripping on himself.

it was probably that stupid angel trying to give him a pity letter that he didn't want. he scowled at the thought as he emptied his bag into the soul sorter.

that dumb little angel, who did she think she was? did she genuinely think that wilbur would soften up to her because of a little letter with hearts all over it?

but as wilbur was coming up with more mean adjectives, items had been rejected from the soul sorter, and fell out.

it was her flower crown and gummy worms.

wilbur felt his angered expression slowly fade away like sand in an hourglass. he stared at the objects on the ground by his feet.

he was reminded of her soft smile as she put the flower crown on his head, her gentle touches to his hair like he was delicate. or how she forced him to eat fucking gummy worms because of his health.

he could feel the tiniest sliver of a smile peeking out from the corners of his lips. no, what was he doing? that angel was always so judgemental of him. from the moment they first met, she was always criticizing his job and she was always being rude to him.

but, she still cared about him.

wilbur didn't know how to react to that thought. his stomach felt like it was clawing its way out of him, and that weird, warm feeling came back to his face. he hated it.

he bent over, picking up the flowers and gummy worms. he held them in his hands and under his robe, just in case someone saw him holding them.

he quickly went up the stairs, cutting the corner to his room so that no one saw him. he set the flowers, gummy worms, and letter on his desk, his hands propping him up. he stared, yet again, at the objects until he realized- he hadn't even opened her letter yet.

he took a sharp inhale, his fist pressed so hard against the table that he didn't even register the fact that his hands were shaking. he leaned back, taking the envelope with him.

sure enough, it was from her.

"dear wilbur!

hi! i hope this delivered to the right address. i thought mail would be easier in the afterlife, but it really isn't. i hope you're okay!! i hope you didn't hate the gummy worms too much and that you are taking care of yourself! get plenty of sleep please.

i was writing to ask if you wanted to meet me for ice cream! i asked phil, and he said that ice cream would melt in hell too, so i wanted to have some with you. i can show you all the good flavors and everything.

it would be tomorrow, i've listed the time and address below. i hope to see you there!

ps. you better come with a full eight hours of sleep!"

he read over the letter at least a thousand times, his eyes glazing all over the hearts and smiley faces that she used to punctuate each sentence. he felt like he was going to throw up his ugly, beating heart. he didn't know if he should write back or even show up.

it would be his first time properly eating in front of someone in a while, and the thought made him nervous, almost.

as if to taunt him, tommy burst into the room, the sudden loud noise making wilbur scream. he hid the letter on his desk behind him.

"woah," tommy put his hand up to almost shush wilbur, as if he were some wild tiger. "calm down, man."

"sorry-" wilbur straightened himself up, coughing out of awkwardness. he felt his skin melting off of him, and he wanted something to make the tense air easier. "tommy, can you cover for me tomorrow?"

oh god. was he really that desperate to start a conversation?

tommy's eyebrows disappeared into his golden tufts of hair, a confused look grazing his face. "you want me to what?"

"cover.. for me?" he couldn't even believe the words he was saying. "i have a.. thing tomorrow-" no he didn't. he wasn't gonna go. "and.. i need someone to do my job."

"what thing? its not like you have a.." tommy's words trailed off as he stared at his brother in terror. "do you?"

"do i have a what..?" wilbur spoke with confusion as tommy gawked at him. he stage whispered, as if someone were watching.

"do you have a date?"

wilbur's chest bloomed with an awful sensation, his heartbeat picking up and pounding against his ribs. "what? no, i-" he felt like his mouth was stuffed with tar and feathers. "no, of course not, tommy."

"okay! okay," the boy held his gloved hands up in defense, backing away from a powder keg in the form of his brother. "but, whatever it is, how do i cover for you?"

wilbur dropped his tensed shoulders. "you always talk about how easy my job seems, right?"

"what?" tommy screeched, his gold wings flinching with him. "but- but you're the prince of death and i'm the prince of life! how am i supposed to do that?"

wilbur felt his stomach churn at the comparison. he hated the way people would always say "the prince of death" like it would curse the next seven generations of life. his eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars above his eyes.

"then at least pretend that i'm working," he muttered. "it's gonna be easy. i'm sure mum won't even notice."

tommy's lips shifted as he bit the inside of his cheek. he knew wilbur was right. mumza barely said hi to him too.

"okay," tommy sighed as his shoulders fell in defeat. he pointed a finger at wilbur, "but you owe me big time!"

wilbur nodded in response, shooing tommy away with a flick of his hand. tommy listened (although not shutting the door properly), and left his brother alone in his room. the letter was still hidden behind him.

he sighed, feeling his lungs shrink intensely. he had no clue what to do or how to pull it off.

wilbur went to sleep earlier that night, trying to fulfill her promise to get eight hours of sleep. when he woke up, he could feel his bones almost moving on their own. it felt odd to not have the burden of being the soul taking grim reaper.

he looked at himself in the mirror. he looked nothing short of depressing.

he walked over to his closet, sighing as he was face to face with the same rotten black robes he wore. people always trashed on tommy for owning the same white, red sleeved shirt, but wilbur wasn't any better with his duplicates.

he groaned, his head falling in a near defeat. though, he could see a small glint of yellow. hesitating, he picked it up, taking off his cloak to put it on.

it was a really old sweater that phil got him many years ago. back before everything went down the gutter. he ran his thumb down the frayed material. by some miracle, it still fit him.

he looked at himself in his mirror, scowling when he saw who stared back. he looked nothing like how he usually did, and that slight bit of color changed him. the yellow fabric, even when old, still popped out more than his pale skin did.

still, something felt like it was missing. his glasses, maybe? he set the frames on his scrunched face, pushing it up his nose with the back of his hand. that didn't seem to work.

he looked over at his desk, his bottom lip plumped out as he thought. he gave a long stare to the flower crown, feeling his chest tighten and warm with a disgusting feeling. he picked up the flower crown- more delicately than he'd like to admit, and placed it on his tufts of brown as he stared at his reflection.

his mouth hung open. he looked completely different now. there were so many colors and shapes for him to process. and were the dark spots under his eyes really that prominent?

although, even with the wave of confusion, it felt almost comforting. he tried his best at a smile, but shook his head. too far.

wilbur shuffled through the underworld quickly, trying his best not to be seen- and especially not by quackity.

"tommy," quackity stage whispered, gaining the boy's attention. "what the hell's he doing?"

tommy took his place beside quackity, looking to where he was pointing. he scowled. "dude, i kid you not, he's got a fucking date."

quackity scoffed a laugh before looking at tommy. his face was still scrunched in disapproval, his wings idle behind him. quackity’s expression dropped. “wait- you’re serious? he’s actually got a date?”

“that’s what i’m thinking!” tommy’s voice screeched suddenly. he looked and sounded like a bird. “i’ve never seen him wearing something so.. colorful. and look at his fucking posture!”

they watched in amusement as wilbur jammed his finger on the elevator button, trying to get the doors open as he looked around frantically. he hadn’t even noticed, but his shoulders were in fact more pushed back.

he stared at his reflection in front of him, bringing a hand into his hair to even it out. flowers were still scattered around in his hair and it was as if he were producing a trail of petals behind him. he let out a groan as the doors finally parted, and he stepped in.

“who is it with?” quackity asked, holding his chin. his other hand was dug into his pocket. a small, rectangular figure lining the fabric. “do you know?”

tommy turned to quackity with a serious look on his face, as if he were speaking about a universe killing secret rather than who wilbur was eating ice cream with. “you didn’t hear it from me,” he emphasized his words, “but i keep overhearing this angel talking to phil about wilbur. its weird- especially when you think about how phil and wilbur think about each other.”

tommy grimaced at his own words. he could tell how much it cut the mood. it was practically taboo to say wilbur and phil’s name in the same sentence- let alone even mention phil in the underworld. even with tommy trying to get them to forgive each other, the thought of them ever eating at the same dinner table was unfathomable.

quackity interrupted the tension filled silence by asking the angel’s name. tommy gave it without a second thought, but eventually had to repeat it for quackity to properly hear. they were stood outside the pit of lost souls, a place that the forgotten demons would go. they served no purpose in hell as long as they were somehow remembered by someone on earth. it was always a loud area, having literal burning souls inside.

“huh..” quackity hummed, repeating the angel’s name again. “you think they’ll become a thing?”

“no, definitely not,” tommy huffed, laughing as if quackity was telling a knock-knock joke. “he’s too grumpy to actually function around another being.”

“i say give the guy some slack! he deserves at least a chance," quackity protested. "twenty bucks."

"you're betting on his love life?" tommy asked, but quackity stood still with a smirk on his face with his hand out. "fine. deal."

as they shook on their bet, tommy grumbled, his wings tensing up with him. a plan was forming itself in quackity’s mind, his hand patting the lining of his shorts.

“he’s probably up there making out with her right now.”

wilbur, in fact, was not. he was standing on the distant sidewalk, watching her from afar. she sat on the concrete with her legs crossed, looking like her mind was in another galaxy. wilbur on the other hand, stood with his clammy hands at his sides. his palms never sweat as badly as this, and it was making him unsettled. he tried his best to wipe his hands off on his sleeve, but it only made them damp and warm. he sucked in a breath, ignoring it and walking up towards her.

when he caught her eye, her never-ending smile only widened. she stood up to properly face him, looking at him from the top of his flower-ridden hair down to his shoes. “wilbur?”

“hi.. hi-” his voice cracked, and he tried to cover it up with a fake cough. now his throat wasn’t working. “um, i didn’t know.. i wasn’t sure if.. i-”

“you look really nice!” she interrupted, saving him the embarrassment. he let out a mix of a smile and a relieved sigh, muttering his thanks. “and it looks like you actually slept.”

“i did,” he mumbled, adjusting the collar of his bunchy sweater. suddenly, he could feel every texture touching his body. “eight hours.. just like you asked..”

“it wasn’t so difficult, was it?” she giggled, and the noise stabbed wilbur a thousand times in the stomach.

“actually, it was,” he bit the inside of his cheek, rocking back and forth on his heels with nervousness. “my bed is a literal stone. i wish it were made out of feathers.”

“maybe your dream will come true some time! come on, let’s make a wish,” she tilted her head, closing her eyes and putting her palms together. “i wish wilbur’s bed was made out of feathers!”

“..is that gonna work?” he tilted his head in her direction.

“hm.. i don’t know. but i always like to try it,” she hummed with satisfaction, putting her hands back at her sides. “can i tell you a secret? i’ve always wanted to visit the fountain of wishes.”

the name rung a bell all the way in the back of wilbur’s mind. he remembered his father telling him stories every night about the fountain of wishes. he scowled at the thought of hin. phil would tell wilbur that his only wish was to meet a beautiful woman, but look where that got him.

“what would you wish for?” he asked, trying to shift the gears of his mind.

“i don’t know,” she said, contently, leaning forward to grab his hand. “maybe i’ll think of something later.”

wilbur flinched, something she didn’t see because she was dragging him into the store. he wondered if she could feel how damp and warm his palms were, but it looked like she didn’t mind. for some reason, their hands seemed to magically fit together like puzzle pieces.

his mind was churning again, thinking about the unknown feeling running through him. he felt suddenly aware of everything around him, and it was awful. yet, she kept giggling and smiling like it was just another day. he envied her power of optimism, even if it was the same thing he disliked about her.

uncomfortably, his mind felt as if he was put in a room of a thousand people, contributing and understanding each one of their conversations. as overwhelming as it was, it was how his brain regularly worked. how he somehow managed to get even an ounce of sleep every night, he'll never know.

his thoughts were unraveling before he could roll them back up, feeling tired of aimlessly following the long film of this and that and-

"do you have a favorite flavor?"

it all snapped away.

"uh- um, well, um-"

how was she able to do that?

"oh, right," she giggled. somehow, in the thousand person room that took place in his mind, her small laugh was the only thing bouncing off his skull. "you've never had ice cream before."

unable to process the sudden quiet of his mind, he simply shook his head. "n-no, i haven't."

"try this!" she held out a scoop of her favorite flavor and wilbur stared at it like it was a cure to the common cold.

shakily, he took it. even if it only existed as a transparent-phantom thing, he was surprised that it didn't slip out of his sweaty hands.

"do.. do i bite-"

"just give it a small lick. i know it'll be cold, but it'll taste good," her words felt like a small promise to him, the most comforting thing he'd heard in a while. yet, it was like talking about the weather to her.

god, what was the feeling? he couldn't exactly pinpoint it at all.

he followed her directions, scrunching his brows in a slight concern as he stuck his tongue out. she was right, it was cold. terribly cold. he thought his tongue would get stuck to it like in the old christmas movies tommy forced him to watch.

and yet, it tasted terribly good. it was such an unfamiliar feeling on his tongue, but it somehow had a certain kick that he enjoyed.

he smacked his lips a couple times, and nodded slightly, mumbling his words. "y-yeah, i like that one."

"great!" she spoke, going over to grab the ice cream scooper. the real thing stood still on the table, but the translucent version was in her hands as she scooped up some of the flavor. as long as she put it back in the right place, nothing would be messed up too badly.

as she finished up scooping her cone, she sighed dramatically. "oh gods, i forgot to get cash."

"you don't need to give him cash, angel, he won't even notice."

his tongue went numb- not from the ice cream, but from the small nickname he'd given her.

it was a small gesture, and he could probably play it off, but it stirred his intestines until he felt like throwing them up. he'd never willingly give someone a nickname. ever.

and the worst part? she noticed.

"did you call me angel?" she stopped her fit of panic over invisible cash to look at him, the corner of her mouth lifting in an asymmetrical smile.

"well- yeah, because you're.. you're an angel," wilbur stumbled, unable to pull something out of thin air. he's lied many times. to his mom, to tommy, to quackity. but for some reason lying to her didn't feel right on his tongue. "a-and you.. have a halo.. and stuff.."

she noticed how he fiddled with his fingers, and decided to spare him of the embarrassment by switching the topic to her day. she seemed passionate with talking about every small thing she'd done, and wilbur admired her attitude.

wilbur prided himself in his writing. his pen and paper were like a magical escape from his burdens. he had a specific way with words that would always get him praised by his parents when he was younger. but despite that, he was completely lost on a word to describe his feelings.

she dragged him back outside without a care in the world, looking around like she owned the place. she pointed to a bench, talking about how it was her favorite bench (to which wilbur began to wonder how one could have a favorite bench), and began guiding them towards it.

in the midst of her excitement, however, she made a wrong step on the curb and yelped. wilbur noticed this quickly, bringing a quick hand to her waist to catch her.

"woah, are you alright-?" he brought her back up carefully, checking to make sure that her and her ice cream were still intact. he checked both off in his mind.

"yeah- yeah i'm fine-" she muttered, and it was the first time he'd ever seen a glint of gloominess on her face. "sorry- that was embarrassing-"

"no need to be embarrassed," wilbur's tone was calm. not a monotone calm, but an assuring calm. one that was stranger to her too.

his hand remained still on her waist, his fingers trembling in such small beats. “wilbur?” her gaze slowly met his, and she could see a small droplet of worry beneath the pools of his irises. “can i tell you something?”

he nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowing in such a concerned manner that it almost cut his forehead in half. with his hand still on her waist, he guided her carefully to the bench.

she looked at the pavement, her words coming out in a string of small mumbles that made him feel like they were the only two beings ever. just him, an angel, and a bench. “i don’t.. i don’t usually tell people this,” she fiddled with the hem of her dress, her wings draping over the back of the bench. “but.. the- the way i-i d..”

wilbur stared at the angel- the carefree, optimistic, happy angel; while she broke down bit by bit. he felt like he was almost breaking the law, that he wasn’t allowed to see such a sight. but most importantly, he felt like he needed to help.

he was always gentle, there was no denying it. he spent a lot of time as a child examining bugs (which he called “friends”) and making sure they were okay. and the urge to care for anything in need grew with him, even as everything else changed.

he noticed that his hand was still on her hip, and he drew her closer to his body. the small gesture made her startled, but she quickly grew accustomed to his touch. she felt safe, and wilbur knew that.

she took a deep breath, and spoke. “we were playing a game of hide-and-seek,” she whispered, “i-i was always clumsy, everyone made fun of me.. nobody..”

her words trailed off again, and wilbur felt his heart aching. “nobody..?”

“nobody really.. liked.. me,” she huffed, her face turning away from him. he could tell that she didn’t speak about this much. “everyone hated me, actually. like you do..”

his heart was wrapped in thorns.

it was the clearest thing she’d said. like she had so much time to think about it and deduct it. he wanted to say something, wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her and scream at her. but he didn’t. he couldn’t- he felt paralyzed.

“i guess i tripped and fell or something, a-and i-” a bile swelled her throat. “it hurt. a lot. i was- i was screaming and crying for help b-but everyone ignored me. except for..”

her head lifted as she looked at him. it was the type of look in which he could study each pigment on her face, and he’d be able to use the rosiness of her cheeks to paint a breathtaking portrait.

“except for you.”

she smiled. and even through tears, her expression lit up the earth.

“me?” he whispered softly.

immediately, she nodded. she was so close to his face that she could see a tiny cut to the right of his adam’s apple. she suppressed a giggle as she thought about him struggling to shave, making all sorts of faces into his mirror.

“i was so scared and alone.. and then you came along with your big scythe and your scary hood. and you plunged your scythe into me chest- gods, i was so scared,” she giggled briefly at the thought, but her expression was genuine. “but you gave me peace.”

she leaned closer, wanting to wrap her arms around him and die a second time like that. but she knew he’d hate it.

“it was all i wanted in that moment.”

his eyes were droopy, staring from her left eye, to her right, and down at her parted lips. she was nothing short of beautiful. looking at her for that long felt like a mere privilege, forcing him to be speechless.. he squeezed her hip tighter just to hold her.

“i.. i wanted to thank you..” she whispered, so quiet that her vocal chords barely buzzed.

in his peripheral vision, he noticed how her eyelids fluttered softly. his sight blurred as she leaned in closer, and-

“but you always hated me.”

she leaned back in the seat, and wilbur’s disappointment split him in two. she was right there- right fucking there, but she was so out of reach. the only barrier? his own loathing. the irony of hating his hatred felt like a stab wound to his thorn-crowned heart.

and the worst part; she was unphased.

wilbur gulped as a stack of words piled themselves in his throat. that nasty, overwhelming feeling running through him again. “angel, i-”

“so, what’s your favorite color?” she asked in a light tone, licking at her ice cream.

a wave of dismay washed over his face. he couldn’t think. “t-teal?”

“really? i wouldn’t have guessed that,” she swung her legs beneath the bench, clearly unbothered by wilbur’s confusion. “you don’t really dress like a teal-lover. do you think the moon is real?"

what?

"no, bad question. hmm. what’s your favorite band?”

his heart fell into the pit of his stomach, thorns poking at his sides creating a terrible sting on his abdomen. he opened his mouth to speak- maybe cry and release his feelings; but nothing came up. not even an answer to her stupid question. it was nauseating.

she began talking about the sort of music she liked, but none of it struck his brain. he felt sick. he wanted to scream and sob and punch something. but he sat still like he was posing for a renaissance painting.

“hey, that reminds me,” she stood up abruptly, pointing her finger upwards, despite going unnoticed by wilbur. “i gotta get cash for the ice cream man! i’ll be right back.”

he didn’t even realize she spoke, even when she was repeating his name and trying to get his attention.

why was he disappointed at the lost opportunity? why did he want to curl up in a ball and tug his hair out? what was that stupid feeling that was haunting him all afternoon? it was tearing him apart limb by limb. what was the word, what was-

oh.

oh.

it was love. he loved her. it was as simple as a four letter word.

the last time he told someone he loved them, he was begging his father not to leave. as he watched the man- the god- his father walk away, he realized that the word meant nothing. it only brought him pain; and if he didn't love, he didn't have to feel that agony.

his stomach turned, breathing becoming alarmingly shallow. too many memories flushed his mind, and his throat tightened.

"hello? wilbur?"

"don't come back." he stood up suddenly, ice cream falling to the ground next to him.

"what?" she flinched, staring up at him with terror on her face that he didn't even read. he was so blinded by his anger. the light of her halo flickered.

"i said, don't come back." it was almost a subconscious thing, how he lifted his hand into his hair and threw the flower crown onto the sidewalk. right next to his ice cream.

his throat burned harshly. all of his muscles tensed up in such a way that definitely wasn't healthy. he could barely even hear his own words through the pounding in his ears, and he most importantly couldn't hear her heart ripping in two.

"wilbur-"

"stop. stop this. stop following me everywhere, stop- stop acting like you care-" his hands balled up into fists at his sides, "stop everything! i never want to see you again!"

and that was all that was needed for her to turn around and fly off, and that was all that he needed for him to realize what a complete moron he was.

his walk home was nothing short of shameful. and this time he walked through hell with messy flower petals in his hair and a stupid yellow sweater and dumb tears in his eyes.

he didn't realize that quackity, a man who was about to lose twenty dollars, was watching him from afar. he cursed under his breath, biting his bottom lip until his hand brushed against his pocket.

tommy's keycard.

-

he looked at himself in the reflection of a lava pool, making all sorts of scrunchy and over dramatic faces. he experimented with the way the hood fell over his hair and how it made his furrowed eyebrows look.

he made his way to the elevator, admiring how the scythe looked when he tossed it around in his hands. and when it asked for a confirmation of identity, he pulled out the keycard, swiping it before anyone could see.

he'd continue to try to do tricks with the scythe until he got to the top, waving a hand to the guard until he realized he had to stay in character. his lips suddenly pursed and his eyes became hooded.

to his delight, an angel was there waiting for him.

"wilbur-" she stood up suddenly, her hands shaking at her sides. the light in her tear filled eyes was nearly gone, the glow of her halo barely there. "i wanted to a-apologize-"

"come with me," he spoke, as monotone as he could. his hand reached out towards her, and she hesitantly took it.

with uncertainty written all over her face, she spoke nervously. "where.. where are we going-?"

"i want to make up for what.. happened.. last night.." he muttered, dragging her underground.

she held her flickering halo carefully as they zoomed to the elevator, watching him jam the buttons with his finger. she'd never seen someone so eager.

as soon as the doors parted, he forced her inside with such an anticipation she couldn't pinpoint. it made her feel uneasy, how weird he had been acting.

"wilbur?" her voice came out as more of a squeak, taking his other hand in hers. she looked right at him with swelled eyelids. "this.. this isn't a trick, is it?"

his eyes widened, eyebrows unknotting a crease on his forehead. "what?" he practically laughed, "why- why would it be a trick?"

"i don't know.. you just seem.." her voice wavered, eye contact faltering. "nevermind, it's stupid."

"look at me, love," the nickname was.. new. "i don't want to hurt you. i'm gonna make everything up, okay?"

she hummed an agreement, eyes fluttering to make contact with his. his face was soft, just like the other night. but something seemed missing.

"i wanna show you everything about my home," the excitement in his voice was almost raw. "i live in a palace, did you know that?"

"i didn't," she smiled, a forced one. "are you gonna show me around?"

at that, the elevator's doors opened, and she was hit with a sudden wave of heat that nearly made her fall over.

and he almost didn't catch her.

tears started to swell up her eyes as she clung onto his arm, nails digging into broken fabric. soft yelps came out of her mouth.

"love, are you alright?" he spoke worriedly, and the amount of emotion in his voice made her even more lightheaded.

"i-i am-" she whispered, getting back onto her feet. "its just- y'know- what.. what i told you last night..?"

he nodded his head, a soft "oh" coming out of his mouth. but it didn't seem like an ounce of actual empathy lied behind his eyes. a tint of red glazed it instead. she felt odd.

did he not remember? or did he choose not to?

when she was able to walk properly, he led her around. if it wasn't for the burning pit in her stomach, she'd be extremely excited. but she had a feeling that something deeper was lying under the lava pools.

"this is the palace," he sighed, gesturing to the building. "isn't it cool?"

"it is.." she muttered. this awe, she could not fake. the large, intricate structures of gold and red and the occasional fire bounced off her glassy eyes. "can we go inside? maybe you can show me your room-"

"i.." he stiffened up suddenly. "i don't think that's a good idea."

"oh.." she muttered, trying to read his firm facial expression. but she couldn't.

a thick silence fell upon them. the only noticeable thing was how her halo flicked on and off with inconsistent beats.

"hey, i have to.. do something.. how about you stay here until i'm finished, okay? maybe you can talk to my mom or.. or talk to the hellhounds," his voice was unconvincing, but she still nodded, even as disappointed as she was.

and she watched him walk away, turning the corner away from her. she couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of disgust rummaging through her. the constant stares of demons around her didn't make anything better.

her feelings were mixed. maybe he's having a good day or- or maybe he's really considering peace between them.

but what if it really was a trick?

her soft facial expressions fell into her lap, weighing her options. she always sought to find the good in people, always trying and trying to think positive. but even after she revealed everything- everything she couldn't admit out loud, he turned her away. and there was no right explanation for that, no matter how beautiful his palace was.

she straightened up, fists clenched at her sides. she wasn't going to take it. after going through so much of his hatred for so long, she didn't like him practically making fun of her death. she hated it.

she was going to look for him and tell him all of her raw feelings.

as he rounded the corner, his back hit the wall and his knees failed. his breathing was labored as he ran a blackened hand through his changing hair. he could feel the skin literally crawl off of him, and he was delighted to have his normal look back.

quackity sighed against the wall, catching up to his quickened breath. "now all he has to do is find her. and they're forced to make up. and i win my twenty bucks," he muttered under his lips. "god, quackity, you genius."

his laughs felt amazing to churn out. pretending to be wilbur was exhausting him to the core, but it was worth each and every penny of the twenty dollars he'd be receiving soon.

but, through all of his buzzing victory, he didn't notice an angry little angel looking for a certain grim reaper. he didn't notice her stomping around with her fists clenched at her sides.

and he definitely didn't notice her tripping and falling into the pit of lost souls.

-

wilbur's day went on horribly.

he didn't get any sleep. not that this was any different from usual; but this time his night was spent tossing and turning in his stone bed trying to think of how he was going to talk to her.

his bones ached when he got up, and no amount of stretches could heal the knot in his neck.

work was even worse. especially considering the fact that everytime he heard some sort of high pitched noise, he'd think it was a little angel fluttering her wings at him, and then he'd be able say the speech he had written up in his mind.

he was regretting his word choice of "i never want to see you again" on top of his regret for the rest of his blown out word vomit.

but as he walked from the elevator to his palace, he couldn't help but hear a sort of cry for help. and it sounded oddly similar to the angel's.

"wilbur? w-wilbur.. i know- i know you hate me but this- this hurts -"

was it?

"its not fffunny anymore- i know you got your kick out of tricking- me- but this is- ow!"

it couldn't be.

"i won't bother you again! i promise! just please- let- let me out of here- help me.. please..? it's- it's -"

he'd been hearing her voice in his head all day in somewhat intervals. but this felt more real, more raw.

he stumbled on his feet. he knew where it was coming from. he heard noises of desperate cries from it everyday, but the thought that this might be real? it scared him to his core.

worry rushed over him quicker than second thought, and he rushed over to the pit of lost souls in a panic. hoarse, raspy screams of "angel!" flew out of his throat as he scrambled to climb the volcano-like structure.

-

she still had a lot of questions for wilbur.

not the type of, "what's your favorite color?" or "what's your favorite band?" questions. more like, "wilbur? hello? please help- this hurts- are you still there?"

and she was starting to lose hope in the fact that those questions might be answered.

one things for sure; her curiosity will be the death of her.

unless he's got the courage to do something about it.

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hii! Is it alright that write all DSMP x reader but the DSMP (either cc or c) turns into their opposite gender? And they all like being confuse about their new shape of body and voice?? If you are okay with this one :D

Hallo, thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy <3

Reader discovers Genderbend!DSMP

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Ps. Everyone is CC! Other then C!Phil and C!Techno. And I didn't include Eret, cause I feel like they're pretty genderfluid in their style already, so nothing would change

❝ Dream ❞

He's smug about it

Like "Oh wow, I have boobs, lemme check" kind of smug

Idk why but I can see him being so proud of being a women and looking attractive

To the point where he uses it against you and makes you question your sexuality lol

♀️♂️

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

George would be too embarrassed to show himself

He doesn't hate how he looks, he's just shy about showing you specifically

You have to reassure him many many times that it's ok and that you'll love him no matter what

And when he comes out you just can't help but shower him in compliments

♂️♀️

❝ Sapnap ❞

I can see him wanting to try womens clothes, to feel just how they are

He chickens out a little, cause he has to see boobs to change, but after he's just showing off his new fits and acting like he's in one of those "make over scenes" in the movies

Like, yeah, he could have done it before in his man body, but it's a different experience in a womans body

Not a fan of heels and he feels bad for you if you wear them

♀️♂️

❝ Badboyhalo + Skeppy ❞

Bad's completely flustered and all over the place, it takes him a while to get used to bring in a woman's body

Skeppy is absolutely loving it and planning the amout of youtube videos he can make out of this situation haha

I imagine you three making many make up and outfit videos, just for pure entertainment

Just leaving the fans confused to wth happened

♂️♀️

❝ Quackity ❞

Boobs

Is all he has to say

He wears the same thing, hoodies and a beanie, and just moves on with his life

But he does freak out when going to the bathroom, cause yk

Makes many jokes about you liking him more cause he has boobs now haha

♀️♂️

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

Especially stuff he couldn't wear before, for fear of backlash

Karl definetly starts trying all different types of styles and clothings

I can see him liking very flowy skirts and puffy ones too; he finds them very comfy and adorable to wear

♂️♀️

You definetly make him wear the strawberry dress, you literally have been waiting for an opportunity to do so-

And make up, lots of make up!

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

"My eyes are up here buddy"

He tells you when you first found him in this new form

Honestly nothing much changes, other then the fact that he's more flirty and confident lol

Also imagine him in cute light academia outfits!!!

♀️♂️

❝ C!Philza & C!Technoblade❞

You had to stifle a laugh when you first saw them

The two just contacted you with an "s.o.s" and a "come here asap", so you thought the worst

But instead you found two women in the place of the two men you knew

Phil actually looked a lot like Mumza with his long curly hair

Nothing much changed for Techno, other then the fact that he would absolutely not get out of his cloak because his "body felt too revealing"

Poor Techno :'D

♂️♀️

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's a pretty boy

One of those boys that are born with pretty privileged, like George

[Not that she doesn't already have it-]

She honestly likes the change and is still comfortable wearing "femminine" clothes

You can't help but be mesmerized by how adorable she looks, even as a male

♀️♂️

❝ Punz ❞

"Who wears the pants in the relationship now?!" you happily bragged as you saw Punz

Man wouldn't move from the bed, he was in shock at the discovery of his new body

A little interested, but mostly shocked

Jokes aside, you stayed by his side and reassured him that he looked absolutely beautiful no matter what

And with a bit of buttering up, he got comfortable enough to show off his new body

He looked like a babe, obviously

♂️♀️

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

Man's still beafy, muscle and all

We love big strong beafy women!!

He feels a bit weird, but mostly doesn't see must change

He also tried wearing heels for fun, bad idea

For some reason I imagine you and Tina making him give you two a bit of a fashion show

Maybe inviting female Karl too haha

Imagine the stream y'all would have!!

♀️♂️

❝ Awesamdude ❞

Sam is confident

Like yes, I am the most beautiful women you have ever seen

Bow down to such beauty u.u

Nothing much changes with him either, he feels great in how he looks and loves every second if it

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot x reader #nihachu x reader #punz x reader #foolish x reader #awesamdude x reader #beescenarios

[sanderchu]

Hello!!! So I am kinda obsessed with your writing rn, Ty for the content that helps make me feel loved and heard<3

ANYWAYS REQUEST TIME

Could I request a Tommyinnit x Reader

(fluff/romantic)

Where like, The whole gang is hanging out, ranboo, Phil, will, all of the boys:) and Niki and mumza!!!!! And They're all just chilling and streaming together, laying around, chatting while reader and Tommy just sit in the back being cute and cuddly, unintentionally breaking twitter

If you do write this, just thank you, your writing means more to me than you could ever know<3

Couch stream breaks Twitter

Note: this is insanely cute and I thank u for you and everyone support on my writings ur to kind 😭💕 also srry for the wait love😭 I’ve haven’t found time to write lately due to some issues and then I suddenly get sick like wtf 😭 /p

[writing] or hcs

“Welcome everyone!” Niki says to the screen. Ranboo, philza, will, Tommy, Niki, Kristen, and tubbo Are all hanging out doing a new thing called the couch stream. It’s just a just chatting stream but with a slight twist and that twist it being in someone’s house in there living room. The chat filled with hellos and how are yous making everyone’s voices fill up the silence with their own hellos.

“Well let’s get this started chat” ranboo was heard saying. They answered the general questions like just simple ones, some future plans, and just how they are in general being all comfortable and sweet. Meanwhile, tommy was curled up in the corner of the couch texting you. You were in the same house but different rooms due to not wanting to bother.

T: come hereeeee :(

Y/n: is the stream still going on?

T: yessss but I’m bored :( please

Y/n: I’ll see

Tommy shut off his phone peaking his head up to look around the room for you and with his surprise he sees you walking into the living room. His face lit up with joy and immediately opened his arms to feel your embraced. You laughed under your breath before crawling onto the couch and into his arms.

Everyone looked at you with awe as chat flooded with support for you both. Tommy played with your hair keeping his head hidden in your neck.

Later that day you and tommy both found out you guys were crazy on Twitter. Even none fans were posting about you guys calling you the perfect couple and just so much support. Yup, that was the day you guys broke Twitter.

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dsmp scenario #mcyt imagine #mcyt #mcyt x reader #scenario #tommyinnit #dsmp tommyinnit #tommy x reader

[bad268]

Nest (P! Philza X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: Day 9 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: They/Them

W.C. 212

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2022 Materlist

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I just got out of college, and all I wanted to do was log onto the DSMP server and join the first VC that had someone in it. Funnily enough, it was Phil. “Hi Dadza!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” He laughed.

“No, I just go out. Where are you?” I asked running around in circles. “I would like to bug you.”

“Why?” He said, sending his coordinates through chat. “Don’t you have a life, mate?”

“No, no I do not. I am a Minecraft player. Of course, I don’t have a life,” I joked. “I do have questions for you though.” “I am not helping you with any homework,” He said, leaving no room to argue.

“You can help them,” a voice in the background said, and I immediately recognized it as Kristen.

“Yes, back me up Mumza!” I cheered. “Ok, for real though, do you have a nest?”

“You mean my house? I have the one by Techno,” he responded.

“No, I mean, you’re a bird,” I explained, “you should have a nest.”

“My house is my nest I guess,” He said confused.

“But that’s not a nest!” I exclaimed. “Houses are for humans, not birds.”

“Mate, I am a hybrid,” He laughed again. 

“That’s still a bird!”

~~~~~

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#philza x reader #writing inktober 2022 #bad268 #platonic x reader #p! philza x reader #p! philza #philza minecraft #thing268 #ship268

[artsyfangirl]

Moth!Y/n: :) they said they needed me for a plan greater then I.

The EggHeads: PLEASE TAKE THEM! KILL US TOO WE HATE IT!!

The egos: what. did. you. do.

Moth!Y/n: whattttttttt! Just because my wings are fragile doesn’t mean i should act like it!

God damn it. I had an entire thing and it somehow got deleted. Oh well.

Moth!Y/N is a bitch (affectionately, at least, on mine and the Egos’ part) and the Actor is proud. He’s crying. And moaning dramatically about how they’re taking after/imitating him.

Speaking of which. How’s he still alive? This is nothing like the original post because I’m irritated with Tumblr so I can’t do good like I did before. But.

Ever since we started this DSMP Egos x Reader thing, I’ve always imagined that everything is the same, just that the events from the Markiplier Connected Universe happened in the DSMP in the past.

So all of the characters abide by the three life system to some degree or another. So what’s up with the Actor?

Hell, he couldn’t have gone to the party because all of his lives would’ve been gone. Unless those deaths didn’t count. We know that the Actor’s soul had nowhere to go, and subsequently he either made the choice to, or was forced, back into his body. It would make sense if the life system didn’t count those deaths, which would explain how his body carried the marks of those deaths, but he was still able to make it to the party.

But then, how did he die? He would’ve respawned. Unless his first two lives had already been taken. Unless he had already died twice, outside of the manor.

Which then brings us to the DA and Abe.

I can see Abe having lost his first two lives on the job, especially because we know for a fact that he went through many partners, who, in his own words, ‘each one suffered a fate more gruesome than the last’. So there’s lots of room for him to have lost two lives.

But the DA? Sure, I can see them having an accident during childhood or something that killed them, especially from the way Damien talks to them, which suggests that the DA is a mischievous, perhaps even adventurous person. But going forward from that, they would’ve been careful. They didn’t want to die again.

So how? Sure, they were a major political figure in the town, but they only became a threat to the other campaigns once they and Damien’s campaign started to pull ahead. They only became a threat to those who would oppose Damien’s seat as mayor after the two had won the election and been instated.

And we know that the gap between them winning the election and the party isn’t long. Sure, the people at the party know the two as the Mayor and his DA, but the way they address Damien and the DA using their titles, and the way that Damien himself talks to the DA, suggests that it’s something new, that they recognize and respond to those titles, but that they haven’t gotten used to it yet.

Which means the party happened not long after they won the election. Which doesn’t give much, if any, time for the DA to lose their second life.

Speaking of which, does this mean that Celine had to actively fight against the forces of Death (aka Mumza’s magic) to carve out a space in the void for herself and Damien? Because if so, that is so badass.

And what about Wil? He had to have lost at least one life during his time in service, since we know he took part in an actual war. So then, how does this tie to him now?

Well, what if part of why Wil’s so violent is because he only has one or maybe two lives left? Because he knows that he has enemies, and he knows that he’s not immortal. Despite his reality bending abilities, he’s not invulnerable.

What if it’s part of why he responded to the events of WKM the way he did? Maybe he thought back to the war and the times he thought he’d lost a comrade, only for them to be in one piece, alive. Maybe this, in his delirium, made him think that it was all a prank? If past experiences had indeed led to him discovering his lost ones were alive, why wouldn’t he think so again, when in such a fragile mental state?

Sorry it devolved into speculation. I think this is actually shorter than the original.

#egos x reader #jacksepticeye egos x reader #septic egos x reader #markiplier egos x reader #courtesy of writer

[sunshine-on-marz]

Kisses and Kandi

Wilbur x Reader

This one is for mama lyss who isn’t feelin great! Wanted to surprise her a little! Love you mom!!!!! @lyssys

“Wilbur!!” You squealed and ran into his room, cardboard box in arms.

“Hi love!” He giggled a little at your excitement, taking the large box from you and placing it into his now abandoned chair. He takes your hand gently and kisses it. “What’s got you so excited darling?” He smiles at you.

“I got beads!!! We can make bracelets!!!” You beamed, then turned to start ripping at the tape on the box.

He didn’t know if it was your excitement after he know you’d been stressed or the fact that you bought something just to make bracelets with him, but Wilbur was tearing up. He quickly wiped a tear away and starts helping you open the box.

Once everything was laid on the bed you pulled up a beading pattern and followed the instructions. Wilbur doing the same thing. The two of you spent the next hour making bracelets and just talking. There was obviously a mandatory break 20 minutes in to throw beads at each-other but still. The entire time the both of you where smiling ear to ear, just happy to be with the other. After you where both done with the bracelets you put them on and wrote little gift tags for the people you where gifting them to. He kissed you on the forehead and gushed about how much he loved the bracelet. Today was good.

—HERE ARE THE BRACELETS—

You and Wilbur’s

Tommy’s Ranboo’s Sniff’s Mumza’s and Philza’s

———

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CAUSE I ADORE IT!!!!!!

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x y/n #tommyinnit #ranboo #snifferish #mumza #philza #kandi beads

[prrism]

If you still write for Techno could I ask for something like a mentor/babysitter reader mix type thing(if you don’t that’s totally fine)? Like reader is the one to find a young Techno somewhere in the Nether or whatever and take him in. Also reader is friends with Phil and Mumza and they all share parenting tips and hold play dates because I think that’d be adorable.

I do still write for Techno and this idea is too cute not to write ☺️, so after too many ideas and different drafts this is the final result. Hope you like it

To Raise a Blood God

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part ?

Summary: What was supposed to be a routine trip to the Nether ended up being more then you bargained for…

Characters: Technoblade x Reader

Relationships: platonic/parental

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You wipe the sweat off your brow for the umpteenth time, no matter how many times you come to the Nether the heat will always feel slightly overwhelming. Still you trek forward making your way to a familiar group of piglins, you’ve been trading with them regularly whenever you’d come to the area and they’d grown quite familiar with you. Of course to be safe you still dawned some golden accessories, but it no longer had to be a full chest plate of armour. Reaching the group you’re greeted to happy grunts from the piglins while you pull out several gold ingots and pass them around.

Today was good haul, ender pearls, spectral arrows, heck you even managed to get a potion. You’re more then ready for the trek back home but pause, sensing a presents lurking nearby, cautions now you continue forward and once you reached the warped forest the Nether portal was located you were sure that whoever’s there was, in fact, following you…

“I can sense you following me, come out now and there won’t be trouble.” You say lowly, a hand on your weapon as you survey your surroundings for any sign of movement. You drop a bit of the defensive stance when the culprit ends up being a baby piglin stumbling into the open. “Aww, hey there little guy. Did you follow me all the way here for one of these?” You chuckle softly and kneel down to match his height as you pull out one of the spare gold ingots you had left in your inventory, immediately they come up to you and marvel at the item but hesitate to take it. “Go ahead, I have plenty more back home.” You encourage, the piglin takes the gold and looks it over awestruck, he squeals happily and tugs your hand in a gesture to follow him. Playing along you get up and let him lead you to a less dense area of the forest where finally lets go and holds up his new item like a weapon. You give a light laugh.

“Oh no no, if you want to fight me you’re gonna need more then just an ingot.” You look into your inventory and pull out some wooden training swords you didn’t have time to store before your trip, handing one to the little piglin. “There you are, much more suitable for a duel.” Looking very eager the piglin puts the gold away and takes the sword, once again holding out his weapon. You give smirk and instantly knock him off his feet, he whines but gets back up to try and land a hit on you. “Wait wait wait,” you quickly pause his actions, “before you do that, try broadening your stance so you aren’t knocked off your feet again.” You show him a more proper stance and begin your “duel”.

You spent more time sparing and teaching your new piglin friend then you thought you would, you weren’t complaining it was fun, but sadly all good things have to come to an end. Putting your sword away, you double check you still had everything on you before having to bid farewell to the baby piglin, who was looking at you confused and somewhat expectantly.

“What’s the face for?” You give him a playful glare, he lets out a small oinking noise. “Awww, as much as I’d love to continue this I really have to go. If you want more you’ll have to wait for my next visit. Now you should run on home, it can get dangerous if you stay here by yourself.” You shoo him off and continue your journey home, having to take a second to reorient yourself in the right direction. Finally the portal comes into view, you let out a relieved sigh only to suck in your breath again at the sound of approaching steps. You whip around only to see the baby piglin from earlier, he pauses in his movements and stares at you with wide eyes, like he’d been caught doing something bad.

“Did you follow me?” You ask rhetorically letting out a big sigh. “Look kid, you’re adorable I won’t deny that, but you can’t keep following me, you need to go home.” You urge only to notice his more hesitant behaviour and messy appearance even for piglin standards. It was starting to click why he kept following you but you really hoped you were wrong. “Do… do you not have a home?” You internally cringe at your own words, but the subtle shake of his head is enough of an answer.

“Oh man, I uhh…” You felt bad, you may not have known the little guy for long but couldn’t help feel like there was a reason he’d come to you of all people. Even still there was one huge problem that stood in the way of any ideas trying to form in your head. “Listen, I want to help you, truly. But I can’t just take a piglin into the Overworld with me. The changes could be too sudden and your body wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You explain as simply as possible, hoping not to scare him too much. The piglin balls his hands into fists and starts shaking, you thought he was about to cry but to your surprise a puff of smoke engulfs your vision and once it clears a child is standing in place of the piglin.

“Wait! You-you’re a hybrid?!” You stare in shock. “Okay… this is starting to make more sense then I’d like it to.” You mumble to yourself. It’s not uncommon for people to fear hybrids, especially the more powerful ones like elytrians or piglins. Some of those people act on this fear by taking out young hybrids before they have a chance to grow up, it was pointless cruelty in your eyes. You take in a few deep breaths to calm yourself. “I’m honoured you’d want to put your trust in me after whatever happened to you. I may not know the details but I’m sure it’s been hard.” You pause to think over what you’ll say next. “Well, if-if you really want this. If you truly want to come with me, I swear on my life I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you and keep you safe. But it’s you who needs make that decision.” You say, offering your hand. There’s a long pause and he still looks hesitant, staring up at you uncertain, you’d almost laugh at the change in behaviour compared to when you were sparing if the situation were different. Instead you chose to look back at him with patient eyes waiting for him to make his decision. After minutes of him staring and you patiently waiting for an answer, he slowly walks up to you and places his hand in yours. Using your free arm you pick him up, catching the poor kid off guard but he quickly calms down.

“So, you got a name?” You ask, he gives a few small grunts and shakes his head in response. “Still not good with English, well we can work on that later…” You trail off in thought. “Let’s see. I can’t just keep referring to you as kid that just doesn’t sit right, but if I am going to give you a name it’s gotta be something cool. Something that’s spoken with purpose and power, so everyone knows who not to mess with… aaannnddd I’m rambling.” You sigh, this was not easy. You ponder on names while you get a good look at the child in your arms, pick hair unkempt and matted, red eyes staring back at you in minor curiosity. “Technoblade.” It came out so naturally you weren’t even sure if you actually said it, although judging by the look on his face he seemed to like it. “Alright, that settles it. Your name is now Technoblade, but we’ll just call you Techno for short. Sound good to you?” With a nod and an oink of approval you smile and turn to finally refocus on the portal in front of you. “Good. Now let’s go home.” With that you step through the portal.

As I said before, I have waaaayyyy too many ideas for this that I couldn’t fit it all into one story. So I decided I’ll make another part to this. I hope you guys liked this as much as I had fun writing it 😁

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #anon ask

[unhonest-iago]

Meeting Mumza Pt. 1

Pt. 2

So I very much subscribe to this one fanon idea that mumza, when she wants to see people, she'll make them go dead for a few moments which makes techno's avoidance of death so much funnier

But when Wilbur, Philza or other adopted kids of Phil's meet Mumza, they 'wake up' in a plant nursery but there's no floor so they're just laying on dirt/grass. And Mumza's facing away from them watering some plants singing 'you are my sunshine' to herself. But they see her, a silver pail in one hand and the other holding her dress so she doesn't step on it. And they just wonder where they are as only Phil would really recognize her. Phil more or less just goes, 'you need to stop doing this, you're really scaring techno' and she just rolls her eyes, as she can't warn him of her visits.

But with the others, while they don't recognize her, she feels comfortable, like home. They've never met her before now but they have memories associated w/ her such as the meals made only when sick. The little bits of her, traits that Philza gained from her even though he doesn't know it, they do.

The way she brushes their hair away from their face before offering a hand to help them up. All of them reluctant due to all the war & hardships they've faced. 'How I've missed you' is always her first words. Then bringing them to a small table, moving the books occupying the chair somewhere else before they sit. Explaining how they're not exactly in limbo but not the waking world either.

She asks them of their travels and tells them how proud she is. Proud of the men they've become. She doesn't keep it all positive, she'll scold them about how they don't take care of themselves as best as she'd like. Gives them advice if they need it and then slowly returns them back to where they came. Kinda like Karl and the in-between, the reason why they can't stay long being the same/similar-if they do, they'll lose a bit of their sanity. But they don't lose their memories, they remember their time with her.

#iago writes #mumza & sbi #not x reader #sbi #mumza #dsmp mumza #dsmp techno #dsmp wilbur #dsmp philza #mcyt mumza #mcyt techno #mcyt philza #mcyt wilbur #dsmp #mcyt