icarushasfallenfromthestars

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Too Sweet (For This World) Yandere!Ranboo x F!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo

Hello! I'm in love with the way you write c! Ranboo like hsgsj- amazing! So I would like a request Yandare c! Ranboo and tubbo with a soft reader that is oblivious on how they act twords them but loves them unconditionaly (just fluff please maybe maybe put a Micheal seen in there as well because Micheal is the best character 😌)

I think this is the best compliment I have ever received... Thank you so much🤍🖤

I didn't know whether or not to do headcanons or a full-length fic, so I went with a shorter story if that's alright. ^^ if it's not feel free to send another request!

FYI THIS CAN BE SEEN AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC

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It was very common for you to see something out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked, you only saw a bunch of purple particles drifting slowly towards the earth due to gravity. You just assumed there were quite a few endermen still hanging around Snowchester, or some of the goats had come down from the mountains when you saw small little horns peeking out from behind bushes.

There were a couple times a day where you accidentally and very conveniently bumped into Ranboo out in the crater of L'Manberg or Tubbo when walking around Snowchester. It honestly was funny to you that you always seemed to bump into them when you were feeling sad or lonely. Plus, after talking to them and spending time with them, your problems almost magically seemed to disappear!

Such as, there was one time when you were helping clean up the red vines around buildings and Fundy was nagging at you for being so slow or bad at doing everything. After storming away and ranting to Ranboo about it on the verge of tears, Fundy practically scrambled up to you the next day shaking and almost crying, apologizing for every single thing he's ever said or done.

Huh... Maybe he felt that bad about it to the point where he was crying?

Although Fundy never said anything mean to you again, he also stopped hanging around you completely.

When you mentioned this to Tubbo, he explained that Fundy must not have been a real friend and that he and Ranboo would always be there for you before anyone else.

Once the mansion was built, the two platonic husbands eagerly invited you to stay with them, even saying they had Foolish make a room specifically for you! At first, you quite enjoyed your home around L'Manberg, but then one day you returned home to a wall of your home completely destroyed by vines, deeming it unlivable. Although a tad convenient..

Tubbo and Ranboo had heard about it through your sobs when you called them, saying you had no clue what to do anymore. They had arrived at your side in almost minutes and quickly helped you pack and move everything to the mansion.

"I thought Snowchester was like... Half a day's walk away from here..." You sniffed, rubbing your red and puffy eyes. The two men of greatly varying heights tensed up momentarily.

"We were in the area." They both blurted out at the same time before glancing at each other.

Tubbo cleared his throat first, "I was in the nether, but luckily for you, I was close to the old L'Manberg portal!" He smiled softly at you as you three walked away from your old home.

"M-Me too!" Ranboo coughed awkwardly, causing Tubbo to shoot him an odd look that you decided to brush off, "Now, uh, come on! Michael needs to meet his new mother!"

You blinked in surprise at the new title but didn't question it much, assuming it was simply just a title. Unbeknownst to you, your two best friends already thought you were part of their platonic relationship, despite you never agreeing nor denying, or them even asking.

It took a few days, but the zombie piglin warmed up to you and practically saw you as another one of his parents, which made Ranboo and Tubbo extremely happy. Instead of placing you into one of the regular rooms, they had Foolish turn the basement into two heavily secured rooms a few days before your house had been destroyed, strangely enough, and even designed one perfectly to your liking!

After washing the fruits you had, you walked towards the bookshelf and pulled on the fake book that caused the shelf to swing open. You walked down the quartz stairs after shutting the hidden door, then made your way up to one of the two doors with a pink sign with 'Michael' written in yellow cursive paint. Punching in the code, the iron door slid open and you stepped in before closing it behind you.

A loud cooing grunt was heard and the sound of quiet tapping echoed through the room before a pair of arms wrapped around your leg. "Hello, Michael." You giggled softly as Michael made grabbing hands up towards the bowl of fruit. Placing it down on the table, the child eagerly ran over and began munching on the food as you brushed over the books on the shelves to find one you haven't read to Michael before. "What about... The story of Persephone?"

A disappointed grunt was your only response.

"Guess I did read that one... Hm... Oh! What about the story of Icarus?" This time his response was a happy squeak and tippy taps of his hooves against the warm quartz floors. You sat down in the rocking chair and waited until the child scrambled over and jumped into your lap.

You opened the book and began reading to him for an hour until your eyes slowly slid shut to the quiet snores of the child of your two best friends, who at this point was beginning to see you as a mother.

Quiet 'meh' sounds and 'vrrr'ing noises and a dim flash woke you up from your spot in the rocking chair. Cracking open your eyes, your arms shifted around the nether hybrid as you saw Tubbo holding a camera making happy bleating noises, while Ranboo, who was the source of the buzzing noises, took the book you had been reading from your limp hand to put it back on the shelf.

"What time is it?" You murmured softly to keep the child asleep as you rubbed the back of your stiff and sore neck.

"It's about 5:30pm. Still rather early. Tubbo walked over and gave you a gentle yet affectionate headbutt while he scooped Michael up from your lap to bring him to bed. This caused an odd whining noise to come from the enderman hybrid before he quickly walked over and rested his forehead against yours, resting it there for a few moments before pulling back, his cheeks flushed the same colours as his eyes.

You giggled softly and gave him a gentle pat on the head as he helped you up. He held onto one of your hands as Tubbo eagerly went for the other, jokingly sticking his tongue out at Ranboo who gave a noise of mock offence, causing you three to giggle softly as you left Michael's room and went upstairs.

Tubbo and Ranboo weren't big fans of you leaving the basement on your own, and you were rarely allowed to leave the mansion even with the two boys at your sides. The former president told you it was because he heard rumours of Technoblade searching around for all the members of his cabinet back when he was in charge of L'Manberg, and he just wanted to protect you.

You saw no problems with his story as it was extremely believable. Your history with Technoblade hadn't been the cleanest and he would've definitely taken one of your canon lives back during the attack on L'Manberg, had a stray black and white firework not saved you that day. It had fired off and must've swerved a way that wasn't predicted, because it hit Technoblade hard enough in the chest to knock him away from you.

You don't remember much of that day, except for Ranboo immediately running over to you and dragging you away from the destruction and chaos. Thanks to him, you were almost completely scar-free and standing proudly at three canons lives.

A gentle hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality and you saw two sets of eyes staring at you with concern. "Hey... Are you feeling okay?" Ranboo asked softly, tilting your head up to place his free hand against your forehead, "See. I told you she should be getting more sunlight, Tubbo!"

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" You laughed softly at their worry, rubbing your thumbs along the back of their hands, "Just... Remembering the war with Dream and Techno..."

"What about it?" Tubbo asked, bringing you into the living room to sit down with your friends on either side of you.

You pursed your lips together for a moment as you looked at the ground, "Just how... Scary Techno is. And how he was about to kill me without a care about who or what I was."

Angered growling and seething noises came from Ranboo and Tubbo as you felt their grasps tighten around your hands, almost to a painful degree. You looked up and saw their expressions stone-cold and steely although vastly different from each other.

Ranboo's green eye was purple, and the black tone of his skin was beginning to seep into the side with the lack of colour. The corners of his mouth were slowly splitting open wider and wider as his lips parted, allowing you to see the glowing purple colour inside his mouth.

Tubbo's was less obvious. His eyes were blank but also had a bright fire, one burning for revenge, reflected in them. His ears weren't flicking and neither was his tail, his entire body stiff except for a faint sound giving away the fact that his teeth were grinding together.

As much as you tried to endure it, the grip became too harsh and you couldn't help but give a small pained gasp. This caused all physical contact with you to suddenly vanish as the two boys immediately flung themselves away from you, horror and fear in their eyes.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

"Are you okay?! Do you need an ice pack?!"

"Or a bandage from my claws?!"

They were both kneeling on the ground in front of you with both of your hands in their grasps again. They repeatedly turned your hands in their own, testing the joints and checking for marks or bruising. "Boys, boys!" You laughed softly, placing your hands on their heads to ruffle their hair gently. You pulled your left hand adorned with two beautiful rings and held it up for them to see, flexing it and moving it around, "See? Perfectly fine. No pain whatsoever!"

While they seemed to have calmed down a lot, they still seemed to be extremely upset and guilty. "I'm still going to get an ice pack... We don't want our wife to be injured..." Tubbo murmured as he quickly got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"I will get started on dinner. And as an apology, I'm making your favourite. (F/f)." Ranboo tried to be a little more upbeat than Tubbo, but you could still see the small amounts of guilt as he turned and followed after the goat hybrid.

Sighing softly at their over reactions, you leaned back against the couch...

Before doing a double-take.

Adorned with rings?!

You quickly flung yourself forward again and looked at your left hand. On your ring finger were two diamond rings, one gold with a green gemstone, and the other silver with a black gemstone, both glistening a faint purple from enchantments...

...

When did these get put on you- wait... Did Tubbo say... wife?

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Safe With Me (Yandere!Plat!Ranboo x F!Reader) 1/???

Before we start this fic, I am stating that this is a completely fictitious version of CHARACTER Ranboo, and does not involve the streamer. If this is overstepping boundaries (which I don't think it is..?) This story will be removed.

NOTE: IRL I’M A TECHNO APOLOGIST DON'T GUT ME FOR THIS STORY

ALSO THE SCREWED UP FONT IS RANBOO'S CHAT

TW: (Eventual) canon lives lost, blood, kidnapping, drugging

He was always there for you...

Without a single doubt it your mind, you knew you could turn to the Enderman hybrid and... Be safe.

He would do anything for you..

Even if it put himself in danger..

He would rather himself be covered in scars and on his last canon life than for you to have a single wound on your (s/t) coloured skin...

But even he knows that isn't possible...

You had been walking for quite awhile, but in your eyes, it was worth it. Ranboo had invited you to the Tundra to get away from life for a bit and it was perfect honestly! You had started becoming stressed out from figuring out where the other nuke was, and Ranboo had practically appeared at your side, suggesting you get away from the situation for your own well-being.

He invited you to the Tundra where he, Phil and Techno lived, telling you to disregard his neighbours and just have a sleep over with him there as the mansion wasn't finished. But... You were quite afraid of Technoblade..

While he wasn't completely wrong in his lectures before he.. You know.. destroyed everything everyone worked for... He didn't have to go about it via bloodshed, withers and taking one of yours and Tubbo's canon lives! Plus... He most likely would hate you for having a seat on the council when both Schlatt and Tubbo were in control of L'manberg...

"(Y/n)!" A happy voice rung out through the trees, causing you to shake your head to free yourself from you thoughts. Running at you though the snow was the tall and forgetful hybrid known as Ranboo.

Once he got close enough, you could hear him making soft 'brrrr'ing sounds, like a happy enderman, which caused you to smile, "Ranboo, my beloved!" You joked which caused a small laugh to escape from him, "It's been so long!"

The two of you began to chat happily as he led you to his home that was buried in the cliffs of the snowy biome. Both of you were so caught up in your conversation that you hardly realized when a gruff and deep voice called the name of your platonic husband.

If he had colour to his face, Ranboo's features would've drained completely of any hue. You both looked over to see the tall pink haired piglin hybrid standing proudly in his cape and crown, with an enchanted netherite axe in his dominant hand.

Well... At least he was given you a chance to speak.

"Why have you brought... Her... Here?" The man wearing the monarch outfit growled lowly, saying 'her' with such hesitation that he made you realize what he wanted to say.

"You wanted to say 'Why have you brought the government here,' didn't you?" A hiss escaped past your lips before you could even stop it. Even Ranboo turned to you with a petrified expression, "I'll have you know, I am a person."

"Ranboo! This is betrayal!" Techno snarled, almost completely ignoring your words as he reinstated his grip on his weapon.

The monochrome coloured man stuttered for words for a moment before clearing his throat, "She isn't a part of the government anymore. She has been working with Captain Puffy to take down the Eggpire and I invited her out here to relax." He stated calmly, trying to diffuse the situation before it turned into something that could put you in danger.

Glancing over at him in a bit of confusion, you had to stop yourself from tilting your head. You... were part of Snowchester? Both of you were! Did Techno not.. Know about the fact that you both were (platonically) married to each other and Tubbo?

After a moment, you gave a sigh and held up your hands before reaching into the duffel bag you had brought with you. This action, albeit harmless in your eyes, seemed to threaten Techno greatly as he visibly shifted into a fighting stance. You pulled out a netherite ingot and held it out, raising your eye brow. "Here, have a piece offering from me- Oh wait. I'm not me. I'm just a government in your eyes." You huffed and tossed the ingot lazily into the snow a few feet in front of you before dragging the tall male towards his own house, grumbling angrily the entire way there.

The rest of the night turned out decent after Ranboo explained his reasoning behind being a practical double agent, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. You just wanted to relax for God's sake.

Once you had gone to sleep in his spare room, that's when Ranboo's smile fell and he began pacing around in his basement area, murmuring to himself in enderman while his particles buzzed around him. While they weren't actually speaking, Ranboo's mind thought they were.

"I can't keep her safe."

"̵T̵e̷c̸h̷n̵o̸ ̷w̴i̴l̴l̶ ̴v̷i̸s̷i̷t̷ ̸S̴n̴o̶w̸c̵h̷e̸s̷t̸e̷r̴ ̸a̵n̶d̴ ̶s̴e̷e̵ ̸h̶e̶r̴ ̴t̴h̴e̴r̶e̸.̸.̷"̶ (”Techno will visit Snowchester and see her there”) ̸ ̷"̴H̴e̸'̴l̴l̶ ̴h̸u̶r̸t̸ ̵h̵e̴r̵.̵"̷ (”He’ll hurt her”) ̶ ̸"̴K̶e̸e̶p̷ ̶h̵e̶r̵ ̴s̸a̸f̶e̵.̷"̸ (”Keep her safe”)

"Me and Tubbo can keep her safe. She can be safe with us. We can protect her."

"̷͚̼̎ͅB̵̝͂̓ṙ̴͍î̵̧͕͖̈͝n̸̟̓̈́g̸̤̟͑̿ ̴̯̟̈́̇̓h̷͚̾ͅę̸̣̀̉̋ŗ̶̪̗̈́ ̸͖̎͠ȟ̴̙͎ô̵̫͈̠̌͠m̷̧̈́̒ẻ̸͔̈́.̵̞̥̞̀̓"̵̺̺̗͗͐  (”Bring her home.”)

His purple particles began to buzz more and more at the thought of you being safe in their protection... At least that what he thought...

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Could I request a Wilbur x reader where the reader is like kinda a hippie or dark academia (you can choose) and can you make it a headcanon thing?

You don’t have to just an idea sorry if I’m bothering you

-🌞anon

MY REACH IS BAAAACK YES YES YES!!!! Also hello 🌞Anon! Nice to meet ya and you could never bother me darling ^^

It was never clarified as to whether or not this was romantic/platonic or the streamer/character, but I guess this could be seen as either.

Wilbur x GN!Reader with a Dark Academia Aesthetic

He honestly thinks it's one of the most interesting and awesome things ever.

He didn't notice at first because he had only seen you in either comfy clothes or a few outfits.

But then he saw your whole god damn wardrobe.

He was a little surprised that your entire wardrobe and room were matching and questioned you about it briefly.

Once you explained to him what Dark Academia was, he wanted to find out more.

He spent easily a few hours looking at photos, learning the difference between Dark Academia and other similar aesthetics, and learning which stores sold things in said styles.

He demands fit checks.

Will whine and complain until he gets sent a pic or until you come and do a mock fashion show, but will also joke about how desperate you are to show off your new outfit.

All in good fun though!

Maybe will occassionally buy you small accessories or even a few pieces of clothing that he thinks you'll like.

He nearly cried when he saw you wearing a full outfit of things he'd given you.

Wilbur does actually try to match you on occasion.

He doesn't do it often because it's a lot of work, but the effort alone is enough to warm your heart.

If someone were to make fun of you or your style... This man is 6'3". He could just look over at them and intimidate them by blinking. But he also would be ready to tell them to not so kindly leave.

Over all, he enjoys your aesthetic quite a bit. Although he would playfully tease you about it.

Unless he hurt your feelings, then he would apologize and never tease you about it again.

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Welp... Because I am shadowbanned to hell and back on this account... I'm gonna make a new account. I do hope this message reaches some people who enjoy my work...

New Username: @thesunicarusfellfor

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Streamer Sisterboo Reader

You had been with your brother Ranboo during his entire climb to fame.

You helped him study the tiktok algorithm to hell and back, even gave him ideas for videos and etc!

Watching him have so much fun streaming made you want to stream as well!

When you brought it up to your brother, he was so eager to help you with everything!

Although you did have a serious talk about a face reveal, creeps, donations, etc.

He agreed to let you stream under the user Sisterboo, but you had to promise not to take ANY photos without sunglasses or a mask.

Because of there now being two streamers in the household, you both decided to clear out the storage room and turn it into a full dual streamer room with desks on either side of the room, back to back, and a curtain in between to prevent screen sniping.

Luckily, you had started right before he got accepted into the DreamSMP, which lead to you both getting accepted in at the same time.

You both adored your angsty plot lines and while you two loved each other, you made sure to have mostly separate story lines.

Ranboo wanted you to be someone other than Sisterboo, just so you could have more of a character and name than just being his sister.

Oh boy. If you ever got death threats or creepy donations, you know that he would be fuming.

It doesn't matter if you are older or younger than him, if he saw someone actually seriously threatening you, he would raise hell.

He is very protective of you and you're the same towards him, so if something ever really got to you, you know you could cry to him and be safe without any judgement. And vice versa of course!

The first time chat ever realized you two were in the same room when streaming was when Ranboo was doing a face cam stream.

He hadn't closed the curtain all the way and chat was wondering what the light and shadows were being caused by.

You had been editing a video and listening to his stream via head phones, so when he repeated some of chats words outloud, you took off your headset and carefully moved out of sight of his webcam before peeking around the curtain and waving your hand to get his attention.

When you did, your masked brother turned to you before giving a lame response to chat and rolling off camera in his pink unicorn chair after muting mic.

"Yeah, what's up? And no, I will not help you figure out YouTube's algorithm. That's Dream's job."

"No, no. Do you think we should show them our double set up? I'll throw on a mask and everything!"

After mentally debating it for a moment, he nodded and rolled back into frame of the camera, explaining the situation to chat.

His chat adored you FIY. They adored the family dynamic between the two of you and knew very well to keep your DreamSMP character's lives separate.

Once you got your accessories on, you told Ranboo to move the curtain.

When he did, chat went wild! They had no idea you both were in the same room. And they were amazed at how creative the two of you were in decorating the room.

The DreamSMP members love to break the fourth wall in lore and RP moments briefly to poke fun at you both being related which is honestly funny.

"Huh... Honestly could you imagine if Ranboo and (Y/C) (Your character) were related?" Techno scoffed sarcastically in the middle of a major lore bit regarding the syndicate.

"You two are really similar sometimes. Like brother and sister."

While none of it's canon, and majority of it is just people joking around, chat joins in as well!

"Could you imagine?!"

"No way! What if though!"

"...Wait are they actually..?"

"Of course not you pepaga!"

Although there is quite a lot of people who made a Sisterboo AU like the Sleepy Bois Family AU, and honestly, you both quite enjoy it!

It's a very angsty AU because people wrote it so Ranboo can't remember (Y/c).

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

can you write tommy, ranboo, and tubbo (platonic ofc) with a 14 year old fem streamer reader that is short, adorable, and has a cute voice; but is a master at all sorts of martial arts; have won lots of championships; and does not take shit from no one; mess with her and you’ll get an ass beat. doesn’t care if you’re from a different state or country, she will hop on a plane and be at your doorstep to give you a well deserved round house kick;;; but after that she’ll be all fluffy and adorable again 🥺🥰

Ooooohhhh. This sounds adorable. I'm gonna do it as separate headcanons if that's alright with you? If you want me to write a full story on it just send another ask ^^

Cussing is censored in an attempt to get on Tumblr's good side.

Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy with a Sweet but Scary F!Reader

Tommy

Honestly, he felt a constant need to protect you. Even if he didn't act like it.

In his eyes, you were still young and unaware of the dangers that comes with being a streamer. Let alone a Minecraft one.

He begged you to become a mod in your Twitch chat.

He joked that he was going to cause violence and chaos constantly, but in reality, he wanted to make sure there were no creeps going after you.

If there was, Tommy would either ban them or ask Father of Minecraft Philza to start crafting a belt for them.

When you mentioned that you won a lot of martial arts championships, he was taken off guard a bit, but also didn't seem to believe you.

"But you're so small... And you're... Small."

"That's poggers and all, but you don't seem like the kinda girl to... Be able to beat someone up."

"Your voice doesn't seem threatening in the least, (F/n)/(S/n)." (Streamer name)

Boy. He ate those words quick.

You were both streaming and had finished a lore bit for the SMP, and he heard you GO OFF on a creepy donation.

Because he was focused on his chat at the moment, he didn't have the time to carefully graze through your comments.

Tommy was left visibly reeling from the threats you gave for a solid few seconds before slowly leaning over and murmuring.

"Little (F/L) (first letter), You weren't muted... Also. Holy- I think you... Uh.. Un alived them! Twitch that's a joke. Please."

When you showed your trophies on stream (via face cam or picture), Tommy definitely began to believe you.

Lowkey bragged about it to his twitch chat later on.

"Yeah guys, she's actually really pog and strong. But she's short and young so I can easily beat her."

Feared for his life when people clipped that part of the stream and tagged you on Twitter with the video.

Tubbo

While Tubbo is protective, he's not as protective as Tommy is.

He does get mad at the creepy donos or comments that you would receive, but he believes you can handle it on your own.

Some days though, he will find himself getting worried enough to watch your stream and hyper focus on the chat. (Yes he's a mod as well.)

This man was in absolute awe when you showed off your trophies and ribbons to the chat.

"When you come and visit... Can you show me how to do those things- OH MY GOD CAN YOU DO A KICK FLIP?"

"Could you technically throw me over your head?"

"Have you ever broken anyone's bones?"

Mans is very curious and asked you a bunch of questions in rapid succession.

I mean he asked you everything.

"Ever karate kicked a man in the balls?"

"Tubbo!"

"WhAT?! It's a fair question!"

He was very confident in your ability to protect yourself in person, but he was still a bit weary of the twitch chat.

One day he went into the VC you were already in to ask if you wanted help with building something on the SMP.

He certainly did not expect to hear someone being verbally ripped apart then suddenly-

"Oh hello, Tubbo!"

"How did you go from threatening to rip a person's intestines out to saying hello in the sweetest voice ever?!"

"...Is there a Karate move where you rip someone's intestines out?"

Ranboo

If you thought Tommy was protective.

Oh boy. This man is easily twenty times worse. EASILY.

You both met when you were smaller streamers and since then, this man has been so protective over you.

People have even started nicknaming you Sisterboo because of his heavy protectiveness of you.

You have stated before that you did know martial arts, but that didn't stop him from trying to ward off the creeps.

"Did you just insult Sisterboo in MY presence?" While he was joking, the person who insulted you got heavily banned.

Chat clipped that and it went viral on twitter within an hour.

While you did think Ranboo was over reacting a tad bit, you were kinda glad.

Albeit you were still young, but you weren't stupid. You knew the internet was a dangerous place.

If you ever streamed, you could guarentee that Ranboo was always one of the first 20 people to show up and mod the chat.

Even if it was 4am his time! He purposely has it so the notification when you're live can go through his Do Not Disturb function on his phone.

One day, he was a little busy with finishing building something for Karl's Tales of the SMP, and missed the notification by about 20 minutes. He felt like the scum of the earth.

When he arrived, he already was typing an apology but he was quickly shut up by you telling off some creep.

"-I don't care what state, province or even country you live in, bud. I will hop onto a plane to come to your house and- Oh! Ranboo's here! Hello!"

This man WHEEZED for easily ten minutes

He literally got on call with you to congratulate you on telling the person off, although he kept cackling with laughter every ten seconds as he remembered what you said.

Did relax on his protectiveness a tiny bit but sometimes let a few of the (lesser mean) hate comments through just to hear you rip them a new one.

"Wait can you actually do that though? Is that a martial arts move?"

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

My reach is dead. Plez request

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Regeneration Potion (C!Plat!Tommyinnit x Witch!F!Reader)

TW: Mentions of Dream's actions during Tommy's exile INCLUDING his un alive moment. YES I KNOW TUBBO CAN HAVE MORE THAN ONE FRIEND. SHUSH. PLOT.

Reader wears a dress most of the time. Also Tommy is around 17 (I forgot his canon age sorry)

I might make this a series!

☆Tommy P.O.V☆

His hotel was taken over.. His house was practically empty.. He was stared at everywhere he went.. His best friend replaced him instantly without much of a second thought.. His brother was dead, his other brother probably wanted to spill his guts for switching sides... He had... Nothing...

He had died for God's sake! Sure, he didn't expect people to immediately bawl their eyes out at the news, but he didn't expect to be brushed off so damn quick! He didn't expect the person he betrayed his brother for to replace him so quickly! He didn't... he... Was... Tubbo really his friend? He exiled him without checking up on him... He... He moved on so.. quick..

Standing over the giant crater once known as L'manberg, now covered with a thick sheet of glass... He wrapped his arms around himself and gave a sigh. In the distance, he could see Ranboo and Tubbo running around, most likely gathering materials for Sam Nook...

Gritting his teeth tightly, he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes before he stood up from a pile of dirt he claimed as a temporary chair. It took all of his power not to scream in emotional agony as he stormed away from the sight of his old best friend with someone else who he claimed as his new bestfriend.

Don't turn back...

With a few iron ingots and a low durability netherite sword to his name, Tommy walked as quickly as he could away from the memories. The sacrifices. The pain. The lonely feeling...

He had easily walked for a few hours, trying his hardest to find an area completely secluded from everything and everyone.

If they moved on once... They can move on twice..

He wanted to hold on.. He wanted to keep every little memory and object that he found comforting... But now... Everything he looked at caused a sharp pain to jolt through his heart...

He glanced up at the biome around him, only to frown slightly. It was a Dark Forest... But there was many problems..

He knew there were some large mushrooms, but he had never seen massive flowers bigger than a mansion! Everything... Felt weird... Somethings were incredibly varied in sizes! He spun around in awe as he stared at the different sized flowers and mushrooms scattered around him. Then... fear struck into his heart again...

Wilbur... He told him a story about a forest far to the north of L'manberg... Trees bigger than the eye could see, mushrooms taller than a house or smaller than a fingernail, flowers being anywhere from a millimeter tall to miles high into the air, all because of the land was protected by a Witch.

In the story, Wilbur said that only the lost and lonely would find that forest out of desperation to find salvation...

The Forest of the Forgotten...

His lips parted in surprise and he spun around to exit the land, in fear of upsetting the witch... Only to find a silhouette standing against the light a few inches away from him.

A not so manly scream tore from his throat and he hurriedly threw himself backwards, raising his arms above his head as he landed on the ground, "I'm sorry, Dream! I promise not to wander off again! Please don't take my stuff! Please I don't have anything left! Please...! Please!" He begged, tears spilling from his eyes as he scrambled backwards until he hit a tree. Tommy didn't even hear the foot steps wandering closer until a purple light rose into view.

He took a few gasps for air as he slowly lowered his hands. 'Dream's in prison. He's not here. He's not gonna hurt you again..' He carefully rose his gaze, only to see...

A young woman... She looked... Around his age!

She was kneeling on the ground a few feet away from him, just... Watching him. A black pointy hat was balanced on her (h/l) (h/c) hair that was nicely framing her (s/t) face. Her eyes were analyzing his every movement as they surged with purple flames... But they weren't threatening or violent... They were curious but calm..

He stared at her for a solid few seconds before realizing that the soft purple glow was coming from a ball of coloured fire in her hand. Mesmerized by the energy, Tommy hardly noticed when a dull pink glow appeared in his vision, only when the woman made effort to talk, did he notice.

"I... Don't know who Dream is.. But, I'm not here to take your stuff. That's a promise." She smiled softly, and moved her hand that held the pink glow closer to him. It... Was a Regeneration Potion. "Here, you look a little... Uhm... How do I say this nicely... Torn up...?"

Tommy couldn't hold back a frown as he rubbed his eyes free of tears. He forgot that his injuries from Dream hadn't healed yet... And probably wouldn't be healed for a long time. "Thanks... I guess.." He grumbled in an attempt to save whatever dignity he had left.

While he was considered naive, he wasn't stupid. He knew not to trust strangers immediately, so he uncorked the bottle and smelt it as he analyzed the colour to make sure it was really regeneration potion. At first, he wasn't going to drink it, but he quickly remembered that it wasn't like he had anything to lose, so he took a small sip.

It was dangerously sweet, much sweeter than Phil or Techno's potions, but it definitely wasn't awful and it for certain wasn't poison. He rolled his shoulders as he continued to sip at the potion while she stood up.

Dusting her black robe and dark (f/c) dress of any dirt, despite them being already dirty and a bit tattered, the (h/c) woman stood up and continued to clean the dirt off. "It will be getting dark soon... I'm not much of a fighter, so I will not be able to fend for the both of us if need be. Do you have a shelter nearby or would you like to seek refuge with me for the night?"

Did this crazy woman not know the meaning of stranger danger?

☆Your P.O.V☆

No matter how much you threw yourself into your studies, the looming loneliness never seemed to leave you..

Keeping to your daily routine, you begrudgingly lifted yourself out of bed and sat down at your vanity, glaring at your reflection that bared knotted hair and sleepy (e/c) eyes. Your non dominant hand stretched out towards your closet and watched as your irises lit up a bright surging purple, activating your magic. Your dominant hand began to run a brush through your hair while your other hand controlled the magic that was currently being used to sort through the row of clothes in your closet. Once you found an outfit that you deemed adequate, you made a quick gesture with your hand that caused the clothing to float onto your bed.

It didn't take very long to get ready, I mean, come on, you were in a large forest miles away from the closest village! It's not like you were going to be seeing anyone for a few more centuries.

Your house was cozy and rather small, but it housed you and your black cat Salem comfortably. It was nice and quiet where you lived.. Albeit dark and lonely..

The trees often covered the sun and prevented you from knowing what time it was, but you had stopped caring about the date long ago. It never mattered to you anyway.

"Yeah, yeah. Quit meowing. You act like you haven't eaten in a year." You rolled your eyes at the dramatic feline as you prepared your own breakfast first. Salem kept meowing loudly, standing beside her food bowl and swatting it every so often until you used your magic to toss a fish to her. "You done with your whining now? Big baby."

You rolled your eyes as you sat down with your bowl and quickly ate the fruits you had sliced up. Downside to living here, you primarily survived off of fruits and berries because animals rarely wandered into the forest, and if they did, well you kept them for their resources like milk or eggs or wool.

With a small sigh, you got up and washed your bowl, via magic so you didn't have to feel the burning sensation of the water on your skin, as you contemplated what you were going to do today.

Eventually you decided on going to walk through the forest to find more animals or scavenge for more fruits. Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you double checked that it was stocked up with healing and regeneration potions just in case, only to throw your shoes on. Waving good bye to your lazy annoying cat, that you still love regardless, you shut the door and walked down the path.

The silence was normal... But god it was deafening when something stepped on a branch or when one of your chickens decided to give a particularly loud squawk, but it did indeed heighten your senses.

Giving a sigh, you rose your hand and a purple pulse flew from your hand then trailed down your body and travelled through the forest. Your magic didn't detect anything out of the ordinary except for once thing near the entrance.

"Ah.. God.. Please don't be a zombie.. I'm not a fighter.." You whispered under your breath before setting off towards the untouched and overgrown entrance of the forest.

Arriving to the main path, you looked over a little bit to see a tall blond male spinning around in absolute awe of the forest.

He then took a sharp breath and spun around, almost immediately coming face to face with you. The loudest scream you had ever heard left the boy and he quickly stumbled backwards until he fell to the ground and hit a tree, "I'm sorry, Dream! I promise not to wander off again! Please don't take my stuff! Please I don't have anything left! Please...! Please!" He practically cried apologies while he curled into a wall.

'What kind of reaction was that?!' You thought curiously as you kneeled down a few feet in front of him. Assuming that the dark had freaked him out, you summoned a ball of fire and held it out, using the time to study the strange boy. His dirty shirt was ripped and torn in several places, his skin was decorated with mud, soot, cuts, bruises and scars and his cheeks were damp with tears. His breath was turning into gasps as his thin frame shook violently.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

He didn't seem to hear as he began murmuring quietly to himself, rocking back and forth a small bit to calm himself down. After a few moments, he lowered his arms and stared blankly at the magic in your palm.

Seeing the injuries on his pale skin, you dug into your bag and pulled out a glowing pink potion before holding it out to him. He didn't seem to notice it until you cleared your throat. "I... Don't know who Dream is.. But, I'm not here to take your stuff. That's a promise." You smiled as politely as possible, and moved your hand that held the potion closer to him. "Here, you look a little... Uhm... How do I say this nicely... Torn up...?"

The male grumbled a bit under his breath but looked genuinely thankful as he took a small sip of the potion. After deeming it wasn't poisoned, he began to take larger drinks of it.

"It will be getting dark soon... I'm not much of a fighter, so I will not be able to fend for the both of us if need be. Do you have a shelter nearby or would you like to seek refuge with me for the night?"

Honestly... The face he made amused you quite a bit...

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

sometimes posts don’t show up on the tags

Ughhh so much work for it all to be wasted.. It's worse than tiktok.. (Thanks for telling me ^^)

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

Request: That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

I have written this three times over because tumblr didn’t save it. THEN. Tumblr doesn’t show it to ANYONE unless they check my account. This happened to my Ranboo fic as well... I will honestly cry if no one sees this.

Part 1 

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

caffeine? noice. i live off of unicorn milk

Unicorn milk? That's interesting to say the least

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

So uh this could just be me being paranoid as all hell, but why is no one seeing any of my posts? Like.. I've actually deleted and reposted a few things.. but they've never gotten much over 1-8 notes... Meanwhile everything else I've posted has gotten like 100+..?

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

That dream angst fuckin wrecked my heart..any chance for a part 2 with comfort(im not the og requester so if not thats fine its just OUGH my heart)

So both you and the og requester asked for a part 2, which means I'm definitely gonna do it! (I'd do it even if the og didn't ask so lmao) I HAD TO REWRITE THIS 12 GOD DAMN TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR IS SHIT AT SAVING THINGS

I'm honestly so glad people enjoy my writings! Feel free to request more! My inbox is open and I have no requests lined up yet!

Once again. This is a completely fictitious story and version of Clay.

TW: Panic attacks, self deprecating thoughts,

Part one

Found (Outside The Screen) (Dream x GN! Reader) Part 2

"(Y/n)!"

His voice echoed through the house as you scrambled around corners to escape the possible wrath of your boyfriend. Or maybe even soon to be ex boyfriend.

Despite living in this house with him for a little over two years, it was beginning to feel like a maze. You couldn't tell which way was left and which way was right, your head spinning with panic as you gasped for breath.

He's gonna find you...

The house wasn't even that big, and quite an open concept, so you had no idea why you were finding it so confusing. All you knew at the moment was...

Get out.

Once your eyes landed on the door that lead out, you made a beeline towards it and flung it open. Maybe you should've known better than to attempt to run from the manhunt god...

The footsteps pounding against the floor not too far behind you startled you enough to jump outside and slam the door behind you in hopes of giving yourself enough time to run farther.

There were plenty of things failing to register in your mind as you ran down the empty sidewalks. Such as the poor choice (or lack) of shoes you were wearing, or even the heavy night rain pelting down on your shaking body.

Your lungs were burning.. But your brain had thrown itself so far into fight or flight mode that you had no care for anything around you, hardly blinking twice as the signs of unfamiliar street names flew past you.

Eventually, when you physically couldn't breathe any longer, you sat on a bench and took awhile to think. The consistent rain pelting down on your head was actually a decent grounder to help you snap yourself out of it... But that only caused more confusion and another wave of panic to wash over you.

Where... were you?

Doesn't matter. Don't go back.

Oh God... He hates you..

Why wouldn't he..?

He was too embarrassed to show you to his chat!

What did you do that was so embarrassing?

God.. What was so wrong with you that he stayed in his streaming room for days on end!?

Pulling your knees up to your chest, you choked back a few sobs, trying your best to keep what was left of your composure. Very quickly, however, you gave up on trying to hold yourself together and broke down, hiding your face in your knees.

Time seemed to pass by way too quickly but also way too slowly at the same time.. Like time itself was giving you the one finger salute. When you finally stopped crying, you leaned back against the back of the bench and gave a shaky sigh before you decided to attempt to think rationally again.

You had no clue where you were. Nothing looked familiar. What time is it? No clue, you don't have your... Your phone!

You quickly scrambled to your pocket to pull out the cellular device, and stared at the black screen for a few seconds. Anxiety was the reason for your hesitance as you stared into your reflection, frowning slightly. Without thinking twice, you pressed the button and the screen lit up with various arrays of colours.

78 Missed calls from Clay💚

2 Missed calls from George👓🇬🇧

7 Missed calls from Sapnap🔥

Was... He so mad that his friends were trying to yell at you too? You tilted your head slightly and scrolled through the other notifications on your lockscreen.

Twitter seemed to be losing their minds over your boyfriend's stream and wondering who the stranger was. Seeing the headlines flooded you with immeasurable guilt and you almost put your phone down again, if your phone didn't start buzzing.

You glanced down at the screen and say Clay was making call number 79... Man, he was persistent.. and he would probably continue to call until you answered...

Your finger hovered over the decline button, before slowly moving over and landing on the green one instead. "...Hello...?"

"(Y/n)...?" Had... He been crying...? "Oh my god! You're alive!" He gasped out with glee before giving a few sobs of... relief...?

"...You... Aren't... Mad?" You whispered very softly and hesitantly, your voice scratchy and sore from crying.

He sighed and there was a little bit of shuffling as well as a few male voices in the background. "No. Not in the slightest... Where are you? I want to apologize in person.. And when it doesn't sound like you're in a hurricane.."

You lifted your head up to look at the rain that was continuing to pelt down on you before looking around. "..I'm not sure.." You heard your partner echo your statement in question form as you looked for street signs through the rain. Glancing back at your phone, you saw the screen light up again, this time it was a warning label.

Your battery was almost dead...

"C-Clay.. My phone is going to die.." You murmured softly, your heart filling with dread as you turned down your brightness and closed any unnecessary apps.

There was a little bit of clattering and shuffling on the line as Clay hurriedly walked from the windows to the door, trying to see you from the home. "G-give me landmarks! Hurry!" He practically begged as you shot up from your bench, ignoring the burning soreness in your legs.

Spinning around quickly, you began listing off a few company buildings you saw, trying to shout over the rain and a few cars driving by. "Yeah-yeah! There's also that little sushi place beside the restaurant too.."

You heard the furious typing of his computer before another almost sob of relief. "You're on Rosewood Avenue... How the hell did you run that far? Okay, you're going to walk in the opposite direction of the sushi place until you reach a road called Miller Road, got that?" He waited for a verbal noise of agreement before continuing, "Once you get there, turn left and keep walking straight until you get to a steakhouse. I'll meet you half way, if you don't see me there, don't move unless you have to. Got it?" He asked firmly, with a small hint of desperation in his tone.

You rubbed your face as you mentally repeated the directions to yourself. "Yeah.. Yeah.. I got it." You began to walk along the sidewalks, your shoulders beginning to tremble from the water induced shivers trailing up and down your spine.

"..(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"I lov-"

Your phone died..

Pulling the device away from your head, you pressed the buttons a few times before groaning and shoving it into your pockets as you began to walk.

Your mind was blurry but also hyper aware along the walk to the road where Clay told you to go. 'What was he going to say? If... He doesn't hate me... was he going to say- No.. no. He hadn't said that line in over a few months now.. No reason why he would say it now..' You mentally scolded yourself.

The rain didn't seem to be too keen on letting up as you walked through large rippling puddles. Your clothes were soaked, your hair completely drenched and you were pretty sure you were gonna need to buy a new phone with how much your current one was getting waterlogged..

You rose your arm to shield your face from the onslaught of water that a car had caused by driving through a large puddle before running your hand down your face.

Part of you was still a bit.. angry... at Clay... He had ignored you for so long and wanted nothing to do with you.. Then suddenly you spill hot coffee on yourself and then boom, you have the man more focused than when he has a good speed run seed. What about all those times you were begging him to come to bed, or at least eat dinner at the table with you? Did you only matter when you were in pain?

Biting your lip, you shook off the thought as you looked up again to see the steakhouse that you were directed to go to, the signs glowingly and people shuffling in and out through the doors...

Then there was another man, standing under a large black umbrella wearing a damp lime green hoodie...

Only you'd recognize that face anywhere where others wouldn't.. Standing in the street lights perfectly was your boyfriend, Clay.

Your heart trembled but also melted slightly upon seeing that he wasn't paying attention to his screen anymore. You. He was focused on finding you...

As you began to walk closer, you saw him lift his head and stare at you for a few seconds before dropping the umbrella and lunge forward to wrap you in a loving embrace. "I'm sorry.." Was the first thing he whispered, his voice almost as hoarse as yours. "I know.. that a simple apology will never excuse what I put you through... You cared for me, and even after a stupidly ignored you... You still didn't leave, or get angry. I don't deserve you, I know that, and you have every right to be upset, angry or whatever you're feeling right now.. Please, it doesn't matter how long it takes... Just let me make it up to you and let me prove myself worthy of your love again.."

Your lips parted in surprise as you stared at him, the streetlight poorly capturing his normal beauty, but still doing it well enough that you felt your heart soar. "Clay..." Your eyes traced his features, his puffy and reddened eyes and his cheeks stained with tear tracks, "You have a lot to work and make up for... I'm not going to forgive you immediately, but I'm not going to leave you.. We can work things out.. Together, okay?"

He eagerly nodded and gently held your face in his hands before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "I'll break away from video editing and streaming for a while.. So I can focus on repairing things with you.."

You buried your face into the male's sweater, that was beginning to become soaked as well from the rain and you, and closed your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him.

"(Y/n)?"

"Mm..?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Clay."

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

have you drank enough water today?

Uuuuuuhhhhh probably not??? I mostly survive off of caffeine to be quite honest???

What about you anon? Have you had enough water?

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

Hello! I'm Icarus. Wonderful to meet you and I hope to get to know you better in the future! - ☀️

Dream SMP Masterlist & Request Rules

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

you there,

the one reading this now,

yeah you.

you did great today, be proud of yourself

STAAAAPH ILL CRY AT YOUUUU (deadass this made me bawl my eyes out ffs..) Thank you anon 🤍🖤 Not for making me cry. For the kind words. I'm holding a grudge against you for making me cry now 😂 /j

[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

SO. I actually never knew this (Hi I'm a writer from Ao3 (different user) and I type on my phone) but apparently there was a switch that would allow anon asks??? I didn't know that and thank you to the person who messaged it to me!

Either way, requests are still open! The part 2 of the Dream angst is still under way and should be up before Saturday!