#< Wilbur be normal for five minutes PLEASE

[discipleofywrath]

[Wilbur nods, and puts his arm around Duke's waist.]

I'm alright. Why are you asking?

@discipleofyrath (ooc: i love pet names i have been trying to think of a good in character-y one. and. doll. haha get it like wiggly-)

I just worry a lot.

[cr0g-0]

Long awaited! Arcadia Act 1 is finally out! Clocking in at 3477 words is finally complete! I am so so happy that people have supported me through out this writing process-this will be a very world buildy fic so I hope you enjoy each part I write!

No trigger warnings for this one! Please enjoy!

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Arcadia Act 1: Press Play

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It was a warm and calm summer day. The air was humid and the sky was a bright blue and the cicadas hummed and buzzed.

Wilbur stared out the window, looking at the telephone pole while he waited for the light to turn green again so he could get home.

He had been doing some shopping and he just wanted to go home after being out and about since five thirty in the morning.

He squinted his eyes, humming in thought as he read the sign aloud to himself.

“Yard…sale…closes twelve fifteen…” he glanced at the clock in his dash before shrugging as he changed his turn signal to the right. He’d swing by, take a few pictures and maybe buy something.

Though he did have to hurry he had a little over twenty minutes before the yard sale allegedly closed.

He looked up at the light and put his foot back on the gas, looking carefully for the address of the house and smiling a little. It was obvious which house it was and thankfully he was able to park.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of his car, heading over to the yard sale.

The old man at the sale gave him a polite smile before going back to most likely reading the paper or looking for coupons in the newspaper.

Wilbur paid no mind though as he searched for video games and other childish shit. His friend Fundy said he wanted a cool game to try and code and who was he to not try and provide?

He hummed, picking up boxes as he went through each paper, file and folder. Each time he finished a box he checked his watch.

12:09…

He cursed quietly under his breath. “Damn Fundy’s gonna be dissapointed…”

“Need any help mate?” Wilbur jumped a little and turned around to see the old man running the sale.

Wilbur gave him a sheepish grin and nodded. “Uh-Y-eah-“ he cleared his throat and tried to make himself look a little less awkward than he felt.

“Do you have any video games?”

The man laughed and slapped a hand on his shoulder that he immediately tried to shrug off as the man led him over to the makeshift register he had.

“I’m given’ those away with everything bought! If you just want a video game I’d be delighted to let you look through the bin!”

Wilbur’s eyes widened and his mouth went ajar only for him to close it and nod quickly. “I-I’ll uh-give it a look thanks-“

The man smiled although…something felt off to Wilbur about it…he was sure it was just his imagination though.

He wasted no time rifling through title after title of popular games until he stumbled across to games he’d never heard of.

Arcadia and The Bird and His Chicks.

The second one sounded too childish but the other one sounded perfect. It was interesting and cool. He got up and walked over to the man. “I found one uh-can I just-“

The old man shook his head and Wilbur opened his mouth to speak again but he was cut off. “It’s free! Why don’t you take the other games as well.”

Before he could say anything the man was gone.

Huh. Not that he’d expect any less weird a service from a yard sale though. At least he was getting a free game-maybe two if Fundy took pity on him and gave him the game he coded.

He headed over to the game box and grabbed the second, more childish game. He’d give it to Fundy and see if he could make it interesting and worth playing.

With all that settled he headed to his car and unlocked it before starting up the car. One glance at the yard sale sent a chill up his spine however.

The guy in charge of the yard sale was just standing there waving. As if they were both close friends. It felt uncomfortable and he was about ready to speed away.

Of course he didn’t though-he just tried to act normal till he reached the main roads. He wouldn’t speed in a suburban area where there may be kids after all.

He just grit his teeth and bared it as he drove out onto the main street and put into his gps his address. Taking out his phone while he waited for the light to change.

He dialed up Fundy and put it on speaker before going back to driving. “Hey Fundy I got you some creepy games I’ve never heard of!”

“Really? What does that mean?” Fundy asked.

“You’ll find out when you swing by to pick up one of the games. I’m playing one though, ok?”

The coder on the other end huffed. “Really? Why can’t I have both and then give you the games!”

“Cause I bought them and because I said so.” Wilbur laughed and turned onto his street. “Now come over in…an hour? Hour thirty at the latest.”

A few key clicks on the other end told Wilbur he was just trying to write down in his calendar the time frame he should head over in. The ginger often did that when Wilbur didn’t give him an exact time.

“Alright, got it! See you soon.” Fundy hung up and Wilbur pulled into his driveway with a smile. He unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed the games.

Unlocking the door, he headed over to the trunk and popped it, tossing the games in one of the grocery bags before unloading them.

Slowly but surely he brought all the bags in and began to unload them, shoving cans into his cabinets and putting anything that would go bad if left out in the fridge before he pulled his games out.

Well he had options. Play the game before Fundy came over so he knew which one he wanted to keep or he could wait for him….

He hummed as he kept putting away his groceries into the cabinets and then into his fridge.

Should he eat now or wait? He could wait. He wouldn’t mind making some lunch if Fundy was hungry and besides-it’d give him a reason to neaten the house up.

With that thought in mind he began to go around the house and open the blinds and windows up a crack. The summer breeze felt nice and he took a deep breath in. The house felt lighter and it certainly felt less cold.

Less lonely.

He smiled and flicked on the fan to keep airing the room out before he headed back into his kitchen and grabbed the two games.

They were certainly old and they felt dusty…but that wasn’t what felt off. He couldn’t pinpoint it but they felt cold in a wrong way.

He ran a thumb over the scratchy case with the tape label on it and hummed. He glanced at the more childish one.

It was bright and it looked more official. More workable for Fundy who by all means was going to make the game into…well it’d be more of an interesting game. He set the disc case down and hurried to grab a piece of paper.

Rifling through his messy drawers for a pen, he grabbed the first one he found and scribbled on the paper to test it before starting to write it out.

‘I’m upstairs. This games your’s. I wanna try the cool one out first though. -Wilbur p.s-Make this game cool seems a bit childish for me-make it intriguing’

He put the pen down and grabbed some masking tape before attaching the note to the case as he headed towards the stairs.

Fundy didn’t know his garage code so he’d be going in through the front door with his spare key. He made sure the game was somewhere visible before he dashed up the stairs.

He went to his office before turning the door knob and heading inside, closing it behind him with a soft click as he headed to his desk and pulled out his chair. He took the game out of the case and brought it to his open window, blowing off the layer of dust coating it.

God, every part of these games was ancient-from the casing to the game itself, it was coated in so much dust you’d think it’d be millennia old…

Yet it was, from what the small date inscribed on the disc said, only fifteen or so years old.

He headed to his desk and sat down, pulling the faux leather chair up to the desk before he bent down and put the disc in the reader.

After that he powered up his computer, the tell tale buzz it made had seemed like a problem years ago but, since it hadn’t exploded or anything, he kept it and now it was routine to hear it when he booted up the monitor.

He pulled his mouse pad out and set the mouse on it, grabbing his keyboard so it was closer to him as he typed in his password.

Once he was logged in, he went to the discs icon on the desktop and clicked it a few times before a pop up opened.

‘Are you sure you want to open this game? :)’

He raised a brow and paused, glancing over at his door. Maybe he should wait till Fundy got here to ask about this. It didn’t make sense. Usually when he bought an old game it gave him a normal file open question-

Never had his computer asked about opening specifically a game and he had especially never put a goddamn emoticon smiley-

Still. He was just a bit curious. So against better logic and reasoning, he clicked on the ‘run file’ button and waited for it to load up, tapping his foot before crossing it across his other leg as he waited.

He knew the game was old but prime-was it supposed to take this long? He didn’t think it should be-other games he had bought second hand loaded up comparatively faster than this.

He leaned in, the screen beginning to dully flicker back to a color and he blinked a few times. Huh.

He was met with a barely palatable red screen that faded into a cartoonish battle field with a castle in the background, an imposing, maniacal figure loomed behind it, just an evil look was visble from the shadow.

In the front was a man with a dark, billowing cloak. ‘He was totally the hero-‘ he smiled to himself a bit. He couldn’t see the color of the hair, covered by a green hat.

Honestly the guy looked like a tropical bird in a way. The bright, saturated green went well with the pitch black cloak. They seemed to glimmer like a shining sky.

He found himself entranced by the whole scene before him. The game must be well designed-hell- he was sure it had some better art than most games he played lately.

He clicked the cartoonish start button and was brought to a character screen.

And the best part was that the art was still gorgeous. He found himself unable to take his eyes off the character art. The one that grabbed his attention was the picture for the leader trait. Obviously the art was meant to be as blank a canvas as possible for the player.

But it still drew him in as he stared at it. The cape was only to one side and covered half the shoulder but the pose was confident and the shirt was almost all white aside glittering gold speckled near the hem.

It was like the opposite of a night sky. Like if the blue sky held glittering golden stars and the night held nothing but inky black.

The rest of the options were ever so slightly grayed out-and that was a little weird-he would admit it was odd that all the traits were seemingly locked but he shrugged it off-

Maybe it was just some game file glitch. He’d get Fundy to look at it for him later.

He clicked on the icon for the trait he wanted and clicked the yes button when it asked to confirm.

The screen blacked out and all that was left was a faint glow. Wilbur frowned. He really hoped that it wasn’t broken-

He brought a hand up to the screen and pressed his palm against it. He jumped away, falling to the floor once he saw how it practically absorbed his hand.

“What the fuuuuuuuuuck..”

He slowly pushed himself off the ground and back up to his desk, looking at the screen in wonder before putting his hand through the screen again. It was…strange feeling but cool.

He moved his second hand to the screen cautiously before pushing them both through, his arms all the way in his computer.

This was some insane shit. He pushed in a little more before letting out a yelp as he was pulled through the screen by-by something he couldn’t even see.

He shut his eyes tight until he landed with a thud and he groaned, a bright light most likely above him. Maybe he just died. That would suck but he wouldn’t rule that out.

He began to peek open his eyes before he saw a crystal blue sky above him, large green leaves and trees soaring high above him.

His eyes fully opened as he stared in amazement at the stunning, lush world around him.

He pushed up off the ground and looked around him, trying to find where his computer was.

To no avail.

Great.

Just great he was jumanjied into a fucking video game-could it get any worse?

Loud booming thuds shook the earth around and he already felt the dread pooling in his chest. He should have waited till Fundy had shown up…

The sounds grew louder as birds began to quiet and leaves started to fall from their branches as Wilbur got onto his feet and made a slow creep towards the treeline.

Once he had hidden about three trees away from the clearing he had been in he waited patiently for…whatever that was to come through. He expected machinery with how hellishly loud it was.

He was proved wrong when he saw a giant boot and a loud, booming voice. “God damn it we lost it!”

“But-But I saw it here sir! It wasn’t moving at all!”

There was a loud growl heard and Wilbur began to back away from the scene.

He had to find a way out of here that-that was not normal-none of this was normal-

He jolted and let out half a scream before his mouth was covered and the rest of his body was dragged back.

He tried to shout out for help, his voice muffled while he grappled at the hand over his mouth.

His assailant stopped before shushing him as he was dragged further and further away from where he started. Into an unfamiliar world full of giants. Great.

The rest of the way to wherever was silent, the only sound was the dragging and occasional noises and struggles from Wilbur.

Abruptly, he was dropped to the ground and he groaned out in pain, rubbing the back of his head as he looked up.

The first thing he noticed about his attacker was the fact that he looked young.

The second was that he looked like he was fighting using guerilla warfare.

He wasn’t sure what he should be worried about.

“Get up bitch-you’re lucky I saved your dumb ass.” The kid crossed his arms and looked at Wilbur expectantly.

Wilbur got to his feet and looked at the kid in annoyance. “You grabbed me from behind and dragged me from where I was hiding.”

The blond grabbed the front of Wilbur’s shirt and tugged him in. “And hiding isn’t ever enough-god every time I think you guys can’t get any dumber you do!”

He shoved the other back and let out an offended noise. “I’m right here I’m not fucking deaf you asshat-jeez sorry I didn’t know there were fucking giants I just got here!”

He crossed his arms, looking away from the kid. What right did he have to call him an idiot…

“You aren’t from here…?”

The voice sounded confused and all the previous anger sounded like it had been drained.

“No! If I knew about those-those things I would have ran into the forest a lot lot faster!”

He turned around to face the boy only to get tackled to the ground in a hug.

“FUCK YES! Oh my gods holy shit!! You-You’re from Earth right? Real life? Where there aren’t giants??”

The boys eyes shone with joy as he hugged Wilbur much tighter.

“Y-Yes-” he winced and he fumbled while trying to shove him off. “Now please get off of me-getting jumanjied into a game is a tiring affair.”

The boy eagerly got off and gestured upward. Wilbur’s gaze followed and he raised a brow before looking at the blonde for answers.

“First we head up to my treefort. We’ll get picked up by a friend soon. Then we can talk m’kay?”

Wilbur shook his head. “First names then you explain what the hell is happening.”

The blonde boy headed to the otherside of the tree the fort rested on and Wilbur could only assume the ladder was there.

A head poked out from behind it. “Name’s Tommy! Yours?”

“Wilbur. Thanks for saving me back there Tommy.”

He headed around and found that his assumption about the ladder was correct. He followed Tommy up and once inside he sat down on the blanketed floor.

“Now explain to me what is happening please-”

Tommy shrugged. “Well you got sucked into the game you put on your computer yeah?”

He nodded his head.

“Well congrats-you’ve joined the club! There are three people now! My friend, you, and me!”

Wilbur’s eyes widened. “Wait wait-this game has done this before??”

The kid nodded his head. “Mhm. You read the plot of the game right?”

Wilbur didn’t respond right away before giving a half hearted shrug. “I read some of it. Not all of it though.”

“Well…Then we’re in the same boat-”

The kid laughed and punched his shoulder, still laughing. Wilbur rubbed at his shoulder.

“You’ll fit in here Wilbur! I think we’ll be great friends.”

He didn’t want to fit in. He wanted to go home. Fundy would lose his shit without Wilbur-they were best friends.

Best friends don’t disappear without a trace after they invite a friend over-

“How do I get out of here?”

Tommy laughing died down and he blinked, looking just as confused as earlier.

“That’s a good question. I don’t know.”

Tommy’s smile reappeared while Wilbur tried to contain his mounting feelings of horror.

“But y’know big man-it isn’t bad here! I promise-it’s fine-!”

Wilbur just looked at him as if he was insane before grasping his hair tight, tugging it. “Holy fuck-I-I cannot be stuck here! I can’t! I have my own life!”

The brunette noted how Tommy’s face seemed to fall and grow sad. Only then did he realize that because Tommy was like him, that the kid had a family.

Tommy probably wanted his life back too. Before he could apologize-maybe even find out more about the kid, there was a loud shout from below the tree house.

The blond scrambled over and poked his head down the hole.

“Tommy! The General is looking for you! Where the hell have you been?”

The voice sounded a lot older yet still younger than his own. He curiously looked through the hole to see a fierce, petrifying warrior with…pink hair. The hair was a bit of a surprise but the guy still looked bad ass.

“Sorry Commander-I was checking the place where you found me cause that’s what I always do y’know an-”

The warrior rolled his eyes and let out a growl or a grunting noise-Wilbur couldn’t tell. “Let me guess-you found that npc-” he pointed at Wilbur. “And decided to bring him here so he wouldn’t get killed by a giant?”

Wilbur glared and before Tommy could say anything, Wilbur lept to defend himself. “I’m not an npc! I’m from Earth!”

The pink haired warrior looked over at Tommy and raised a brow. All Tommy did was nod.

“I got jumanjied here I swear-”

The warrior narrowed his eyes before nodding his head slowly. “A pop culture reference. Alright…I’ll believe you since no one else here would know that movie.”

Tommy grinned and finally spoke again. He looked at Wilbur. “That’s the Commander-He only tells people his name when he trusts them. I’m sure he’ll tell you soon though. Now let's go!”

Wilbur looked confused. “Go where?”

The kid smiled a bright, pride filled grin. “To the center of the revolution.”

[lvyu]

cold hands, warm laughs

. . ♡ ･ﾟphantombur x reader

⎯ wc. 1.2k

notes: secret santa exchange time for grey’s event! for @weewooihavefoundyou! hope this is okay, i’m a bit outta practice and it’s my first shot at phantombur! i used the general prompt of making them blush.

“i enjoy the weather this time of year,” wilbur said. “i don’t get as tired as i normally do.”

“right, well, while you have a merry time out here, i’m freezing to death,” you shivered. “can we please go, bur? time’s gotta be up by now.”

wilbur tsk’d, correcting you. “five minutes.”

if you had the energy, you would have kept annoying him about the time, but considering you were sure there was snow piling up in your boots, you couldn’t be bothered. you watched as wilbur walked aimlessly around, kicking at small hills of snow. despite his few layers (he wore the same thing as always, just pants, shoes and that dumb yellow sweater and purple half-cape of his), he didn’t even shiver. come to think of it, when he breathed out, you couldn’t even see it in the air. the only reaction he had to it was the occasional twitch of his wings.

before you could feed your curiosity, he kicked a small pile of snow, revealing a small, damaged flower. a rare one at that, and the exact one that was the center of your bet with the deceased menace.

the sight of it made you groan, any earlier feelings and thoughts gone, knowing it meant you’d owe him days of work. wilbur, on the other hand, smiled.

“this is a scam, obviously you knew where to find them.” you watched him pick it up, twirling it gently between his index and thumb, careful not to completely destroy it.

he shrugged. “should’ve thought of all the possibilities before you agreed.”

before you could argue with him, he faded out, mumbling a ‘come along then’, leaving footprints in the snow as he retreated to his home. begrudgingly, you followed, lagging behind a little, though he didn’t seem to mind. if anything, he seemed to enjoy the quiet, soon reappearing and humming a tune.

it took a while to get back, greeting a few of the other residents walking around before reaching his place. he went inside first, shutting the door in your face, yelling: “you have to knock, the sign says so!”

menace.

after you very politely knocked on his door, he opened up with a grin and let you in, shuffling to his mini-brewing station to order things as he let you get settled. truth be told, being inside wasn’t much different than being outside.

“have you considered investing in windows that don’t have giant holes in them?” you asked, rubbing your hands up and down your arm, a futile attempt to warm up.

“i don’t mind,” he answered.

“i do.”

wilbur hummed in thought, placing the rarity you’d found in a special casing to preserve it. once he hid it away in that cluttered drawer of his, he turned back to you. “you’ll be working in the basement, anyways,” as if the basement wasn’t just as cold, it was built on top of caves for fuck’s sake. “but if you ever do get a little too cold, feel free to buy a potion from me!” he gestured to his small shelf of potions, (only a small portion of what he actually had stored away, you were sure). “or there’s blankets somewhere in that closet.”

“you’re the most annoying person i’ve ever met.” despite your urge to ignore him, you followed his words and pulled out a few blankets to wrap around yourself and sat down. the floor was even colder.

he snorted, turning away from you, going back to sorting through his junk. “and you’re the most whiny person i’ve ever met.”

“says the guy who can’t even feel cold.”

“i— what?” he looked down at you and started laughing, wings perking up and hands covering his face. “how is that at all related to me calling you whiny?”

his reaction stunned you, leaving you scrambling for an answer. “i don’t know!” your response only made him laugh harder. seeing him laugh for the first time, and so hard, was jarring. “you can’t though, right? that’s not funny at all!”

after a few minutes of going back-and-forth, (mostly you yelling at wilbur to stop laughing so much, which only made him laugh harder), he calmed down, joining you on the floor in front of you, legs crossed. he looked at you, making you awkwardly look anywhere but his eyes.

“hm,” he reached out, touching your cheeks. “you’re warm now— is it because you’re embarrassed?”

screw being awkward. “no!” you met his eyes. “you’re actually crazy, i can’t believe i made a bet with you.” you grabbed his hands, pulling them away from your cheeks, holding them between your faces. “shit, i’m crazy.”

he smiled; he was quite enjoying seeing you so flustered. “you’re so stupid.”

“fuck you.” it came out instinctually, a natural response to his words, though his tone was gentle as he spoke, lovingly, dare you say.

wilbur paid no mind to your words, shrugging it off. “you sort of are, but that’s okay, i… like.. it,” he put his hands down, pulling yours along with his. “where’d you even get the idea i can’t feel from?”

“cold specifically!” you corrected him, earning an ‘ah’ from him. “and you never seem cold or anything! you’re a cold-hearted dick sometimes—” he laughed. “—but you don’t… shiver or shake or anything, so i very smartly and logically came to the conclusion that you can’t get cold.” you finished, looking at him for any sort of response, hoping it made sense. his face was blank, quietly humming as he took your words in.

after a moment, he giggled. “i was right, you’re so, incredibly, stupid.”

this time, you didn’t curse him, instead you pulled your hands from his (which were still partly grabbing yours) and quickly placed one on each cheek, moving your hands all around and smushing his face.

(if he were still alive, you’d probably end up killing him with the way you were blocking his nose.)

at first he jumped back a little, the sudden movement scaring him, but once he understood what you were doing, he started laughing, almost as hard as earlier. it was your way of telling him he sucked, and he knew that, and he couldn’t be more delighted at your antics.

“huh,” you said, with disbelief in your voice. “you are cold. can you feel that? do you feel cold?”

he shrugged, still evading giving you a proper answer. “you’re so silly,” his words came out muffled, eliciting a laugh from you. “told you so.”

you let his face go, resting your hands back in your lap, smiling. “you know, you were a little warm though— i do that?” you teased. “did silly little me making the wilbur embarrassed?”

wilbur brought a hand to his cheek, tapping it with his index finger as though he was deep in thought. after a comically long amount of time sitting there, he stopped, giving you a cheeky smile.

“nah, just got warmed up from the house, i guess.”

“you actually suck,” you argued. “i can totally tell you’re blushing!”

“you’re so silly, i’m not.”

“you are! definitely!”

“silly weirdo.”

[mcyt-agere]

Little!reader with cg! Wilbur. Reader accidentally hurts themselves while they're little and need wilbur to comfort them :) please :)

eee cute!!!

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Grocery Store

gn!little!reader x cg!Wilbur

Use of daddy, pet names, slight mentions of blood (scraped knee), tiny mentions of panic

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“Walk, please!”, Wilbur calls after you as you skip into the grocery store.

You skid to a stop, giving him your best innocent smile when he catches up to you.

“You’re cute, but be careful please.”, he softly reminds you, taking the opportunity to slip his hand in yours.

You sometimes have a tendency to wander which makes Wilbur slightly nervous to do things like this.

“Am careful.”, you retort playfully.

“Here’s what we’re going to do today, okay? Can you look at me, so I know you’re listening?”, Wilbur squeezes your hand.

You sigh before letting your eyes meet his.

“I want you to keep a hand on this cart at all times, okay? If you let go, five minutes time out.”, he gives you a serious look.

“Five?”, you gasp, lower lip sticking out.

Normally your pouting look makes him cave, but he’s holding out today.

“Yes, five. Can you read me the list, please?”, he asks as he begins to push the wire cart.

You stare at the list in your hand.

The letters don’t quite form words, and you hand him the list back.

“What, baby?”, Wilbur tilts his head the slightest bit like he’s trying to decode what you’re telling him.

You push the list into his hand, and he immediately understands.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea if you’re feeling so little, but it has to be done somehow.

“Okay, you stay right here. I’m going to go around the corner for a minute to grab your cereal.”, Wilbur slowly explains before taking a step away from you.

You don’t immediately make a move to follow him, so he’s confident to leave you there for long enough to grab your favorite cereal and quickly return.

However, aa soon as he disappears around the corner, your hand leaves the metal bar of the cart, and you attempt to follow him.

Which way did he go?

You take a second to think before turning to the left.

No Wilbur.

Your heart pounds a little quicker as you scan around you with no success in finding him.

When you turn back around to go back to the cart, an employee with a pallet full of boxes blocks your path.

“Excuse me.”, he grunts as he waits for you to move so he can pass.

You choose to walk to the end of the aisle, taking another turn in what you assume was the right direction.

Still no Wilbur.

As your little mind begins to spin, you can feel tears pricking up in your eyes.

“Daddy…”, you whisper under your breath, completely at a loss for what to do.

As you helplessly look around, you remember something Wilbur once told you.

If you ever get lost, meet him at the car.

You make a break for the front doors of the store, darting outside.

However, you miscalculate the slight bump where the door opens, and you brace for impact as you hit the ground.

“Are you okay?”, a nice, old lady asks you as she passes by.

You nod, trying to hide the panic on your face.

As you stand, you can feel a slight sting coming from your knee, but you don’t dare to look down.

Wilbur’s car seems so far away to you, even though it’s only a few feet.

You just want Wilbur.

“Love! Love! y/n!”, Wilbur rushes up to you, just as you’ve reached his vehicle.

“Daddy!”, you sob, almost tackling him with the force of your hug.

Your entire body shakes from the intensity of your crying, Wilbur just barely swaying back and forth in an attempt to soothe you.

“Let’s go home, baby.”, he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You look up at him, eyes wide and teary.

He opens the car door for you, helping you into the seat and buckling the seatbelt for you.

The slight pain in your leg continues to pang the entire ride home, your tears never quite stopping.

Wilbur may or may not speed to get home as fast as possible, knowing that you’re still shook up over what happened.

“We’re home, baby.”, Wilbur speaks up as he pulls into the driveway of his house.

You allow him to unbuckle you and carry you into the house.

“Are you okay?”, he asks you softly, running his fingers through your hair.

“Daddy mad.”, you choke out, internally horrified that he’s extremely mad at you.

“No, no, no. Not mad. I’m not mad at you.”, he assures you.

How could he not be mad? You disobeyed him.

“B-but…”, you can’t even finish the thought as a new wave of tears stream down your face at the reminder of what you did.

“Honey, your knee.”, he grimaces at the sight of your bloodied knee.

“Hurts.”, you whimper.

He picks you up once more, carefully carrying you to the bathroom before settling you on the counter.

“Look up at the ceiling for me, love. Babies don’t need to see things like this.”, he hums as he grabs a few supplies out of the drawer to treat your scraped knee.

You tilt your head up, following instructions.

He talks you through the process step-by-step, making sure you always know what’s going to happen next.

“Which Band-aid?”, Wilbur offers you a variety of options.

You opt for the SpongeBob one, SpongeBob and Patrick jellyfish hunting on the bandage.

“Not mad?”, you ask him once more, still a little worried about upsetting him.

“Not mad.”, he assures you, leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose.

You admire your bandage for a second before Wilbur gently taps your other knee.

“How about we go color?”, he offers with a playful smile, one of his eyebrows lifting the slightest bit.

You nod excitedly before letting him pick you up.

As he walks, you come up with another idea.

“’Toons?”, you murmur against his chest.

“Anything you want, baby.”

[star--anon]

I See The Player You Mean

Ayup, Tumblr. It has been a while, but have tkle fic.

Uh, most of these are actually fics I wanted to write but got too lazy for, so I just shortened them and threw them together

Word Count: 1685

·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.

And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

-🌟

[zachsreaderinserts]

c! philza and c! technoblade x reader who has a panic attack

i can’t even say that im upset with how specific this is bc it just works (also i kinda changed it a lil up for phil’s bc i was inspired to do something)

tw for abuse (mental and physical) and panic attacks

wc: 1,150

C! PHILZA

you normally don’t argue with anyone! in fact, you have a tendency to avoid arguments for the sake of your mental health. and phil was typically a more passive person, so you two had gotten on pretty well.

however, one night you’re late to come home. like, incredibly late. almost three hours pas the time you normally come home.

phil? he’s super stressed. from the loss of wilbur, he’s grown to be more protective of his family and friends and that includes you. his foot would not stop bouncing and he couldn’t help that his head keeps snapping to the clock next to the couch.

the front door finally opened and you stumbled inside, looking deliriously tired. phil shoots up off the couch and meets you before you could start heading towards your room.

“where have you been? i asked techno, ghostbur, and tommy and they all told me they haven’t seen you since you entered l’manberg earlier!”

you looked down, unsure of what to say. you can’t exactly explain what was happening, it would just bring more danger to everyone involved.

so you flounder for the words, not looking phil in the eyes as he waited for your reply. and when you just settle for a simple shrug, he feels irritation build in his chest.

“you’re not even gonna tell me?”

you steel yourself. you can’t let him know. so you look up with a glare and shake your head soundlessly, telling him that you weren’t gonna budge. and phil is now officially pissed off.

at every attempt he tries to pry an answer out of you, you respond with hostility, practically asking him to just drop it.

the fight escalates slowly as you go up the stairs and you turn around just in time as phil gestures passive aggressively at you.

you can’t hear anything, you can’t see anything other than a faint glimpse of a hand hitting you at one point and you crumbled backwards, eyes wide and tearing up.

“pl-- please don’t hit me, i didn’t-- i didn’t do anything, i swear!”

phil recoils backwards at your shriek, watching as you scrambled away from him and into the nearest wall, curling into a ball. 

“dream, pleas-- please, i promise!”

and the sound of a name he was far too familiar with, everything clicks in his head. this has something to do with a certain blonde manipulative mother fucker.

he walked forwards softly and crouches in front of you, noticing your tears and the fact that you’re shaking so hard he could feel the ground moving slightly. he settles his hand lightly on your knee, shushing you when you jump.

“i’m here. it’s only us, and i will make sure nothing ever hurts you. you’re safe with me.”

he keeps repeating the words, until they finally reach your muddled mind and you begin to breathe softer and slower. after five minutes of him calming you down, you lean into his touch and wipe away your tears.

now that he knew you were in the right frame of mind, he didn’t hesitate to lunge forward and pull you into a smothering hug. with your head on his shoulder, he tucked his own into your neck and let out tears of relief.

“please tell me what’s going on.”

how can you say no to that?

you spill out that dream has been threatening you, him, and the rest of his family, and has used it to make you fulfill tasks he felt like he didn’t want to do. you admitted to the mental and physical abuse, watching phil get more infuriated as you said this.

at the end, he pulls you in for hug again and sears that he, tommy, and techno are going to handle this.

C! TECHNOBLADE

you and techno are relatively okay with communication, considering he’s not too into being super vulnerable with you and you’re the same way

but the next few days, you notice that techno wasn’t coming home as often as he used to. he would come late at night, covered in blood and just take a shower and go straight to bed.

obviously, the first few times, you let him go without confrontation. if he wanted to tell you, he can. you weren’t obligated to know everything he does. that’s how your trust works.

but after almost a week of it, you were growing curious and worried. what could he be doing?

one night, you stopped him before he could move up the stairs by grabbing him by the wrist.

“hey, blade, are you alright? i’m worried about you.”

he turned around and looked at you, jaw tensing slightly. that was the first sign he was hiding something from you.

“i’m fine, why?”

you weren’t just gonna take that for an answer and began to pester him the entire way to your hared bedroom. he would respond in short and choppy answers, shaking his head the entire way.

eventually he just snaps out of irritation and whirls around, face contorted angrily.

“just drop it! fucking drop it, it’s none of your business where i go or what i do!”

techno was unaware of this, but when he got angry, his body language got extremely aggressive and defensive.

so when he turned on you with hunched shoulders and eyes glinting dangerously, you stumbled back so hard that you bashed your elbow into the wall.

techno would’ve gone on with his day had it not been for the fear in your face and how quickly you slid down the wall and cradled your head, with muffled begs of him not to hurt you.

he was on knees instantly, awkwardly holding your hands and attempting to ground you and make sure that you were okay. though he was covered in blood, you found comfort in the texture of his hands against yours and slowly eased into his embrace.

by the time you could think clearly again, you found your tears being wiped away and techno hunching over you as if he were protecting you from anything and anybody else.

“i’m so sorry i caused you to react like that.” he hums when he sees you in the right state of mind. “i’m so, so sorry.”

you do your best to comfort him back, telling him it wasn’t his fault. that night was when you unloaded past trauma, telling him about an abusive past that you were trying to move away from

he’s never felt guiltier about anything before.

techno helps you to stand and you both take a nice, long shower together (mostly to get the blood off of you both but also to make sure you’re well cared for) before heading off to bed.

once again, techno is curling his entire body around yours protectively and holding you with such an iron grip that you know nothing bad will ever come to you again.

[snappleapple]

the bunny vs. the fox

dream x reader

hogwarts au

fluff and angst i suppose

warning - cursing, reader being a small b, simpy dream, underage drinking

word count - 6.8k

a/n: hi again! please enjoy this long boi while i go on another 8 month hiatus lol. also i legit had a heart attack cause i accidentally deleted this but i got it back so phew

the vibrant colors of your uniform stands out amongst the repelling amount of green present within the slytherin common room. you had been invited to the party on behalf of wilbur for their recent quidditch cup win against gryffindor, a game lost because of the carelessness and arrogance of your teammates. along with students from other houses, you stand next to the tall boy you had met when you got onto the train in your first year.

“wilbur, why am i here?” the question lingers in his ear as you point to your current attire of your uniform skirt, an oversized gryffindor sweater you borrowed from sapnap, your thick glasses and messy bed hair from taking a nap after the long game. “y/n? what are you doing here?” you turn your head to glance over at the younger boy, “that’s what i wanna know, tommy.” as you turn around to look at wilbur, another person bumps into you, “hey! watch where you’re going- y/n! what a surprise!” with the roll of your eyes, you dismiss him and reply sarcastically, “glad to see you’re not so shaken up from the recent failure of gryffindor, fundy.” he gives you a shit-eating grin before bouncing away to continue his search for pure alcohol.

as more students enter the already crowded room, a loud cheer begins to form as a boy is lifted into the air. “dream! dream! dream!” the crowd yells at the top of their lungs, which would probably attract a teacher soon, so you begin to sneak out of the room until a loud voice interrupts the cheers, “y/n! leaving the party so soon?” dream taunts with a smirk on his face, everyone’s attention turning towards you. “mind your own business, dream.” you spit out with venom, still bitter about your quidditch loss, as he scoffs and strides towards you, “i guess if you search up sore loser in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of y/n.” he mocks once again while you begin to get riled up from the obnoxious laughter erupting from the crowd. you turn around and begin heading for the door once more before hearing, “come on y/n. no one likes a sore loser.” turning around, you glare at the annoying boy, “come on dream. the only thing worse than a sore loser is a sore winner.” the both of you stare each other down while the whole room stays quiet. dream stands with an unsatisfied smirk on his face as he reaches into his pocket, possibly reaching for his wand. with the slight slip of your fingers and extra progression , you grasp your wand. but before you could fully pull out your wand, you get lifted into the air, over the shoulder of a ravenclaw. “we’ll be seeing you guys later.” he nonchalantly says while walking out of the room, giving you perfect view of dream, with a now satisfied shit-eating grin as he waves at you. you end your interaction with the slytherin with the show of your middle finger.

“techno! why? i could’ve totally won that battle.” the older boy shakes his head as he listens to your whines. “nope. i promised phil that i would keep you out of trouble.” you groan some more before stomping away back to the gryffindor common room, barely sparing a glance at the pink haired boy.

a week passes by and when you’re at breakfast, you lay your head against phil’s shoulder while he munches away on a buttered piece of toast, keeping conversation with fundy. dream hadn’t been bothering as bad as normal but he was still around you. you were a bit confused about his change in behavior but brushed it off, ignoring him and treating him as if he’s on his own menopause situation. twiddling your fingers, boredom begins to strike you in the great breakfast hall. well, once quiet hall, in which the silence is interrupted by the entrance of dream, sapnap and george. you would assume that since they are all from different houses, there would be a tolerance for peace, yet that never seemed like an option with dream. “hello y/n.” he smirks as you turn around to look at him with a stone cold expression. “what do you want?” you say with a scathing tone. ‘“nothing, just came to see how the most competitive person on gryffindor was doing after their recent loss.” with the use of your middle finger, you raise your glasses before giving dream an innocent grin, “i’m feeling good.” the hall goes quieter than it was before as dream sits next to you on the bench. as you leans closer to you, you put your hand under your head and turn your head towards him coyly. “and what do i owe the honor of being able to sit next to the dream? he rolls his eyes as sapnap and george laugh at your shenanigans. “i was just wondering if you would do me the honor of going out to hogsmeade with me?” shaking your head, you barely even glance over at the boy. “no.” dream’s expression remains stoic as he continues to look at you, “come on y/n.” you turn to stand up and leave. raising a stiff hand into the air, you wave to phil and fundy.

but before you could fully exit the great hall, a hand pulls you into the crevice of the walls. he puts his hand over your mouth to prevent you from saying a word. “y/n. please. please go out with me.” shaking your head once again, you give him a cheeky grin. “what will you do for me if i do?” dream pinches his nose bridge, “i’ll do your charms homework for a month.” he persuades with much hesitance. you fully extend your hand out to him and he wraps his large, warm hand around yours. the large grin on your face replicates the one on his face. “next week on saturday, meet me at the bridge to hogsmeade at nine am, sharp! but if you are even a minute late, i’m leaving and you’re still doing my charms homework.” dream closes his eyes and basks in the natural light from the bewitched sky, nodding his head.

the rest of the day, you go throughout your usual classes, occasionally listening to the gossip that spread like wildfire throughout the school. “oh my god, did you hear that l/n is going out with dream tomorrow?” or “i thought they hated each other?” in all honesty, you were beginning to get annoyed from all of the side conversations happening in all classes. luckily, you were in your last class of the day, unluckily, it was with slytherin, specifically dream’s class. a yawn erupts from your mouth as pull out a set of notes to get ready for your class. as the second yawn begins, a hand makes its way to your mouth. you glare at the boy who had already caused way too much mischief for your liking. he gives you a fake grin as he sits next to you. before you can retort to his stupid action, your professor struts into the room, quickly starting his lesson.

throughout most of the class, dream remains quiet, jotting down his notes or dragging his hand through his hair. but towards the end of the class, he leans his head on your shoulder. your body stiffens up as his hand makes its way to your thigh. “you better take your hand off my thigh if you want to keep it.” quiet chuckles erupt from his lips, “can i do this on our date?” you reciprocate soft chuckles, “do you want to die?” the grin on his face get replaced by a pout and puppy dog eyes. “why are you so mean to me?” you continue to scribble down notes, not sparing one glance at the boy, until he grabs your face with both of his hands, “look at me pout, y/n.” and when he turns you face towards him, your professor calls the both of you out. “miss l/n, please take your lovey dovey business outside of class.” your mouth hangs open but before you could protest, dream interrupts you, “will do professor.” his chuckles echo through the room as you slam your head into the table repeatedly until dream puts his hand on the desk, preventing you from bruising your forehead even more. “just let me bash my skull open and die.” dream pats your head, “i can’t have you die before our date.” cringing at his words, you frantically try to remove his hand so you could smash your head into the desk.

later that night at dinner, your face remains a disgusted pout as you imagine your date with dream. while you shudder in disgust, phil taps you out of your daze. “y/n, you really should snap out of it today.” he laughs jokingly along with fundy. your eyes roll as you turn back to your dinner plate full of random things phil stacked on so that you would actually eat dinner. after being forcefully fed one chicken leg and some mashed potatoes, you check the time which read eight twenty five, giving you five minutes to go to the black lake. “oh shit.” you exclaim as you grab all of your items while phil tries to stuff another chicken leg into your mouth. “phi-“ you shut up when the chicken successfully makes it into your mouth. as you sprint out of the hall carrying your school books, robe, wand and other unnecessary items fundy handed to you, your robe decides to slip out unbeknown to you.

when you arrive to the lake, you see him waiting for you already. you toss your items down next to him and sit down next to him. “you’re late. again.” heavy huffs of air erupt from your body as try to catch your breath, still holding the chicken leg phil stuffed into your mouth. “sorr-“ a cough leaves your lips, “sorry. phil was trying to get me to eat dinner.” the boy lets out deep chuckles as he ruffles your hair, “classic phil.” you lean back and balance your weight on the both of your hands as you stare out at the frozen lake. “techno, i don’t get why we have to meet outside in the freezing cold when there is a warm library open to us. i’m cold and i lost my robe on the way here. in a silent flash, a blue accented robe makes its way over into your sight, along with a bare arm. when you turn your head towards the boy, he says away and turns back to the lake, expressionlessly. a small smile erupts on your face as you turn back to the lake, wrapping the robe around your shoulders. before you could mutter a quick thank you, you get cut off, “don’t. lets not talk about this.”

after finishing whatever school work you needed to with techno, you walk back with him into the hallways, coincidentally just as dinner was ending. though you never found out where your robe was, you bump into a tall figure as you make your way through the hall with techno counting the tiles on the floor. a small oomf leaves your lips as the person puts his hands on your shoulders. “who’s robe is that? last time i checked you were in gryffindor, not ravenclaw.” you don’t need to look up to know who you were currently speaking with, “hello dream.” you could hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again, “hello y/n. take this off.” dream retorts with a hint of teasing, “no. i’m cold and i lost my robe. so techno let me borrow his.” the other tall boy next to you nods in agreement. “uh no. i don’t like the sight of this.” dream complains with an unsatisfied look on his face before tugging the robe off of your body, throwing it at technoblade and then proceeding to wrap his robe around your body, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “that’s better.” he doesn’t even spare a glance at the older boy as he leads you away while you try to at least say goodbye to technoblade. “bye- dream i swear to god, bye techno!”

while the both of you continue to the gryffindor tower, he doesn’t let his arm on your shoulders falter. “what’s the deal with you and that guy.” you stop in place, turn to look at dream and mime yourself zipping your lips as if you were saying, ‘you get nothing out of me.’ dream rolls his eyes before throwing you over his shoulder and continuing his way over to the common room. “okay this is unnecessary. put me down, i’m wearing a skirt.” lightly hitting his back with your fist. “don’t worry about it, my robe is covering it up.”

at the door of the entrance, the fat lady stares at you in confusion. “can you put me down?” dream lets out a grunt of disagreement, “no. just tell her the password so i can come in and snuggle you.” you take a breath in of anger, “no. i need to finish homework, plus i’m going to see you again tomorrow.” another grunt comes out of the boy before he says the password to your common room, the fat lady begrudgingly letting the both of you in. “what?! you know the password?” he chuckles before setting you down, “of course, sapnap told me. and i come in here all the time to hook up with different gryffindor girls.” your face of disgust makes a wheeze leave his lips, “i’m joking. i finish homework with sapnap in his room, not hook up with girls. i’ll have you know, i haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” you scoff before turning towards your room, “goodnight dream.” but before you can progress any further, he grabs your wrist, “no.” your face scrunches up. staring the boy up and down, another scoff leaves your lips, “what do you mean ‘no’. i’m not giving you an option.” he pouts and opens his arms, “i jus wanna cuddle.” your face scrunches up in disgust once more before you take a step back, ��wasn’t it last week when you were being a bitch about my quidditch team.” his arms fall down in realization but the pout remains visible. slightly annoyed but empathetic, you walk over to him, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his waist, patting him on his back gently. while he embraces you back, he leans down to whisper into your ear, “can we cuddle?” you let out groans before letting out a deep sigh, “fine. but you have to promise not to be too grabby, like right now. i did not tell you to grab my butt.” dream sheepishly shys away from you and grabs the hem of shirt while he follows you up the stairs while you try to maneuver him so he can actually make it up the enchanted stairs that only the girl’s dorm.

when you enter your dorm, you’re met by the friendly faces of your roommates. “h-hey guys.” with the motion of their hands, they tell you scoot over to see dream standing behind you with a smirk on his face. before he could walk into the room, you shut the door in his face, wanting to speak in private with your roommates. “don’t tell anyone about this. he was begging to cuddle and would not leave until i agreed. he’ll be gone by midnight tonight and i promise i’ll make sure he’s quiet.” your roommates stare at you before bursting out in laughter, “you’re going soft y/n!” a look of shock rushes over your face before hushing them, “i am not.” they shake their heads in disagreement, making you roll your eyes. when you open the door to let dream back into your room, your roommates pack their homework and walk towards the door. one roommate holds the door open while the other still collects her things, “we’ll be seeing you later y/n. so have fun with dream.” you hide your face in your pillow, embarrassed from their current attitudes about your situation. when they leave, dream sits on your bed while you stand up and walk over to your closet and grab a change of clothes. “just lay on the bed and i’ll be out soon.” dream nods, boredly flipping through a random book he found on your bed.

in the bathroom, you tie your hair in a messy bun, change into some sweatpants and a random oversized t-shirt, you think its either sapnap’s or wilbur’s, take your contacts out and put your glasses on, before proceeding to brush your teeth and exiting the bathroom.

sitting on the edge of your bed, you stare down at dream, hugging your pillow. “y/n, can you replace the pillow?” your expression quickly shifts from a neutral face to a cringing face. you ignore his words, “scoot over.” you say while grabbing the book dream was reading before you came out, opening it and tucking your legs underneath your comforter. another sigh leaves your lips as you tap the top of your thighs twice, letting dream know that he can lay his head onto your legs, in which he gladly does. about thirty minutes pass and your hand drags itself through his hair, occasionally leaving to flip the page of your book. you stay super into your book until dream speaks up, “y/n.” you let out a mhm of acknowledgement, letting him know you’re listening. “i don’t want to cuddle your legs, i want to cuddle you.” a small okay is heard from you as you put the book on your dresser, tucking yourself into your bed. your back faces away from dream. a shiver rolls down your spine as he wraps his arms around your waist, resulting in him breathing down your neck. goosebumps arise on your body. in the awkward silence of the room, the only things you can hear are the loud thumps of your heart and the even breaths from dream.

when you wake up the next morning, you move your arms to stretch them, but fail to do so in the embrace of dream. staring at his peaceful face, free of any frowns he had shown last night, you brush his bangs out of his eyes. with a glance at the seeping sunlight, you slowly slip out of his embrace, walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day. before you exit the room, you glance over at the sleeping boy on your bed. you roll your eyes before walking over to his side and sitting down on the edge of the bed, gently caressing his messy hair. he stirs in his sleep for a few seconds and as he opens his eyes. the first things he sees is you before pulling you towards his chest with you going down with a yelp. “dream!” he nuzzles his head into your neck, mumbling something incoherent. “say that again?” he mumbles some more, “i don’t know what you’re saying.” you chuckle in-between each word, he moves his head away from your neck, “i said you smell good.” dream stretches as you pull away from him, walking over to the door leading to the common room. “go clean yourself up and come to breakfast.” dream sluggishly drags himself out of your bed before grabbing his robe and your wrist, proceeding to drag you towards the door, the stairs turning into a slide underneath him while you wait for the stairs to turn back, laughing loudly at him. at the bottom of the stairs, you meet the friendly faces of phil, fundy and sapnap.

“y/n, why was dream in your room last night?” phil asks just a bit sarcastic but with a joyful smile on his face. sapnap’s face morphs into a smirk as his eyes move from your figure to dream’s and then back to yours. “you,” he says while staring at you before turning to dream on the floor, “and you.” sapnap then proceeds to make kissy faces earning a smack from you and a chuckle from dream, earning dream a smack from you as well. “dream is leaving anyways.” you say while pushing him out of your common room. phil, fundy, sapnap, you and dream make your way down the hall, “dream. go to your room and change.” he pouts once again before wrapping his hand around yours. once phil notices, he walks between the both of you, separating you and dream, making you stand on either side of him. when you glance up at phil, he just gives you his signature kind smile before turning back to his conversation with fundy. before you notice, dream had disappeared to god knows where, you get pulled behind a pillar, not being noticed from the three of your friends. “shh, y/n.” his hand covers your mouth until he lets go, “dream! what was the point of this, we were with each other like five minutes ago.” he ignores your words and drags you towards the slytherin common room, finishing what he started earlier by holding your hand.

while you wait for dream to finish getting ready in his room, you sit in the common room, greeted by the not so friendly faces of other slytherins, disregarding wilbur sitting at your side, telling you about the dragon he was raising in the dark forest. when dream comes back out, the color of your uniform stands out so brightly in the dark green room. wilbur sits next to you with his beanie on. “wilbur, aren’t you tired? you have black circles under your eyes.” he shakes his head with optimism, “it’s for the aesthetic. don’t worry about them. oh hello dream!” your eyes shift from wilbur to dream. dream leads you out of the common room as the both of you walk down the quiet and empty halls towards breakfast. dream wraps his robe around your shoulders, “i know you get cold easily.” you look up at him with a small smile engulfed by sadness, “thanks.”

as you walk down the long hallway, you finally feel the courage to speak up. “dream,” you pause waiting for a response from the tall boy. he lets out a hum to let you know he’s listening, “why are you doing this?” the question slips from your lips with doubt and concern. “doing what?” dream answers back with his own question. “well for one,” you pause once again with uncertainty, “pretending to like me. just a week ago, you were being a jerk to me and all of a sudden, you just begin to pursue me. and i want to know why.” dream stops in place while you continue by yourself, “what do you mean pretend to like you? i do like you.” now it was your turn to stop, “no you don’t. you can’t just begin to like someone all of a sudden. nothing works like that. so, i’m going to ask you something and i want you to answer sincerely, okay?” dream’s face falls into a guilty expression as he stares at the floor, “how much?” you maintain the soft expression on your face while continuing to gaze at the tall boy, “fifteen galleons.” a tiny huff of air leaves your lips as you a soft small appears on your face in slight disbelief, eyes slightly tearing up. you walk away for a while before speaking once again, “i hope it was worth it.” you take off his robe and drop it on the floor as you walk away from him.

as you enter the great hall for breakfast, you sit next to phil quietly. with a small eye smile, you tell phil that you’re not that hungry and just take a sip out of your tea. “so , y/n. you and dream huh?” sapnap teases, “there’s nothing between us.” your cold tone resonates throughout the gryffindor table, “woah, no need to get your panties in a bunch.” he teases as the other boys around you laugh. angered, you stand up and grab his collar, pulling him towards you over the table, “i said there’s nothing. so fuck off and mind your own business.” your empty hand crunches up, turning your fist white. phil abruptly stands up and gently puts his hand on your shoulder as a signal to tell you to calm down. you could feel all eyes on you but could honestly care less. releasing his collar, the boy looks at you after being scolded by phil for butting into a girl’s business. “i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean to that insensitive.” you snap out of your rage induced glare and decide to mutter a small apology as well before walking out of the hall.

“y/n!” another glare arises on your face at you look at the culprit that made you angry. “i’m sorry for the bet, but i was just using that as an excuse because i kept denying the fact that i like you.” dream attempts to grab your hand like he did earlier that day but you snatch your hand away. “don’t bother lying now because i didn’t even believe you earlier.” your reply marked with extreme sarcasm. you turn around to stomp towards your common room once again. “y/n, please. what will it take for you to realize that i actually like you.” with a glance over your shoulder, you look at dream one last time, “leave me the fuck alone.”

as the week passed, it was the day of your date with dream. you stayed in your dorm for most of the day, eventually going out to eat at meal times. dream waited for you at the bridge that leads to hogsmeade for hours until finally leaving when sapnap came to tell him that you weren’t coming.

on the day of your quidditch game with ravenclaw, you lay in bed, staring at the spot dream had once been in with you. you’ve seen dream around but never even glanced towards him, isolating yourself quietly with your small group of friends. dream, for the most part, left you alone besides the points where he hangs out with sapnap in the gryffindor common room. you rarely spoke and only did when it was necessary. before you realize, you’re in the shower room, getting dressed in your uniform. sapnap leads you towards the field and your team flies onto the field. technoblade flies up towards you in attempt to speak to you for the first time that week. “hey munchkin. how’s it going.” you drag your hands through your hair, messing it up after phil had worked so hard to keep it neat. “dream told me he liked me. but his antics started after i confronted him about his bet.” techno’s eyes soften as he ruffles your hair, “i don’t want to sour your mood even more, but he’s sitting in gryffindor stands right now. just for your own information.” you roll your eyes and fly over to your side, bat in hand. the huffs of your breaths could be seen in the snowy weather of winter.

for most of the game, you played extremely aggressive. you nearly hit sapnap once and actually hit fundy while ravenclaw scored over and over again. “y/n! get down here!” you hear the rough voice of your quidditch captain call, “what’s wrong with you l/n? you never play this recklessly. sit out this game, we can have someone else sub for you.” dream watches you from the stands. you stare at your captain in disbelief before nodding and walking off the field.

walking down the hallways, dream follows you with silent steps in order to not attract any unwanted attention. “what do you want dream?” you ask without turning around to look at the boy. “y/n,” before he can finishes, he pauses, allowing time for you to interrupt, “i asked for what you wanted, not my name.” you let out the sarcastic and sappy reply. “y/n, i’m sorry i put you in such a shitty situation and because of that, inevitably hurt our relationship. the stupid relationship that makes me smile every time i think about you or when someone mentions your name.” dream walks towards you with caution while also watching your reaction. once he realizes that you’re okay with his presence, he pulls you into his embrace. your face gets buried into his chest. “i hate you. i hate that you made me believe you loved me. i hate that i like you despite you being an ass. i hate that we have an unspoken rivalry. i hate how you make butterflies appear with any spoken word and how you’re a touchy person that needs to hold my hand wherever we go.” dream’s chuckles echo in the hall along with his body. “i didn’t know you hated me so much.” you push away from him with a small smirk on your face, “i do. you just have a punchable face.” dream lets out an exaggerated gasp as he holds his hand over his heart, “i’m offended.” he pouts once again, a smile expanding on his face.

“but will you officially do me the honor of going out on a date with me on tomorrow? no bets, no money, nothing. just a boy in love.” you cringe at first then pretend to think about it for a while before finally making eye contact with him, “no.” his smile doesn’t falter, “okay then, i’ll see you at the bridge at nine thirty.” you raise your eyebrows in confusion as the boy walks three steps ahead of you, “come on y/n.” he taunts as if you are a dog. with the roll of your eyes, you skip up towards him and he wraps one of his arms around your shoulder. “you’re not busy right now, are you?” a small laugh leaves your lips as you stare at the tall boy, “well, i just kicked out of my quidditch game, so no? but then again, i’m sort of sweaty so i might need to take a shower.” he ignores you once again and continues walking towards your dorm. as he begins to sound out the password, you cut him off. “look dream, i like you okay?” dream nods with a sly smirk, “but not enough for you to come in.” patting him on his back, you tell the lady the password and walk into the common room. his smirk falters as you leave him standing outside the common room door. dream’s eyes stay on you until he fat lady closes the portrait door. “rejected!” she sings before dream walks away with the roll of his eyes.

the next day at around nine twenty, you walk up from your bed. “oh my god!” you yell checking the time. running to your bathroom, you turn the your sink on quickly, brushing your teeth and your hair before running out to go change. at nine twenty five, you run down the busy halls, occasionally bumping shoulders with some random people. “y/n? where are you going?” fundy asks while watching you run. you stop briefly, “date. dream. waiting. late.” breathing out each word slowly due to your lack of breath. as you begin to start running again, phil and fundy watch you receding figure. by nine thirty two, you make it to the entrance of the bridge, seeing dream standing there with a small smile on his face. “you’re late.” you let out coughs and heave out heavy breaths before speaking again. “sorry. i woke up later than expected.” while you try to catch your breath, dream stares at you lovingly before getting a mischievous glint in his eyes, “am i that breathtaking y/n?” a frown appears on your face before you begin to walk back towards the castle, “no, y/n. i was kidding.”he chuckles as he grabs your hand, the warmth from his hand immediately seeping into your cold hand.

after walking around for a while hearing the crisp crunch of the snow, dream’s hand remains in yours. to be honest, he hasn’t even let your hand go since the beginning of your date. while you were at honeydukes, he held your hand, at dervish and banges, he held your hand, scrivencraft’s, dream. hand. your. hand. he would constantly whine whenever you tried to let go and if you did, he would opt to putting an arm over your shoulder. you walk around with dream until finally reaching the three broomsticks.

you tell dream to get the two of you a table while you go to order drinks. while you wait to pick up the drinks at the counter, you turn around to see dream with a posse full of girls around the tiny table. with the role of your eyes, you dismiss his cocky attitude and turn back towards the lady making your drinks. “is that the boy you came in with?” you life your head off of your palm and look up at the older lady, “yes ma’am.” loud giggles could be heard from behind you as you continue to ignore them, your clenched fist turning slightly whiter by the minute. the older lady looks down at you with sympathy, “you’re jealous.” taken aback from her absurd comment, you look at her with disbelief and large eyes. “jealous? jealous of that?” you say while turning around to point at dream and the girls basically hanging off of his body. “there’s a certain amount of pride a lady can hold herself to and there is no way i’m stooping down that low. sure, call me jealous if you want, but don’t compare me to that mess over there.” you slam down one galleon and walk away from the counter and out the door. dream watches your whole interaction happen and abrubtly stands up after watching you exit the pub. “sorry ladies, but my girl needs some tending to.” he walks out, ignoring the symphony of pleads.

“stupid. stupid. how could i have gotten so mad. she was just making an observation.” you murmur to yourself, feeling apologetic to the older lady who was just as surprised as you after you went off on your tangent. you sit on a bench, which overlooking the mountains near the school. you hit your head with the palm of your hand continuously until a warm hand stop you. “why’d you run away bunny?” you slip your wrist out of his grasp, “not run. walked. and it was because of something that happened to me and the waitress. she may or may not have said something i disagreed with and i may or may not have gone off about it at her.” dream sits down next to you, leaving no space in-between the both of you despite the bench being able to seat four people. “oh bunny-“ once again annoyed, you interrupt him, “why are you calling me bunny?” he chuckles as he watches you stand up to walk off, “because,” dream reciprocates your action and stands up as well, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you into his chest. “despite you being in gryffindor, you’re like a cute bunny to me. you’re the smartest person i know and love being around people. despite those traits, you are also bratty, willful and vengeful. it takes a certain person to deal with me and you work with me. we’re like the modern life lady and the tramp.” hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his waist.

“now bunny, what did the lady say to you?” you let out a small murmur of no before pulling away from him. “you don’t need to know.” a mischievous smile erupts on his face, “but i want to know.” you shake your head in response, “but you don’t need to.” with a slight side step, you stare up at the boy. “bunny.” he replies sternly, “if you don’t reply in five seconds, something bad is going to happen to you.” he uses his fingers count down to zero, “five, four, three,” in the meantime, you begin to run away from the boy, “get away from me!” you yell as you try to the reach the sanctuary of the presence of other students. before you could, you get tackled to the ground, “i asked you nicely y/n.” a second before you could repent, he begins to tickle you. “no. i’m sorry. i’ll tell you.” you wheeze out, “its too late bunny.” he continues to tickle you for what feels like hours, on the cold snow on the ground, until he gets tackled off of you, “get off of her!” you sit up to see fundy on top of dream, pinning his hands down while sapnap grabs dreams legs. their interrogation of dream gets interrupted by your laughs. their attention gets turned towards you, “you dunces. he wasn’t attacking me, he was tickling me.” fundy and sapnap’s faces turns into a surprised look as they turn to look at each other before looking back at you and getting off of dream. “my bad bro. we didn’t know.” sapnap replies as he and fundy scurry off to the safety of philza.

you stare at dream with an amused smirk as he continues to lay on the ground, pouting at the sudden interaction. you reach your hand down to help him up, “why couldn’t you make friends with hot girls that would tackle me.” before he could grab your hand, you pull it back and walk away, teasing him. “wait y/n, are you actually offended from what i said?” dream stands up and jogs over towards you, “cause i love that you have friends in general.” your face scrunches up as you stare him, “okay, fox.” now it was time for his face to scrunch up, “what did you just call me.” he says, not stating it as a question but rather a statement. “i called you fox.” his eyesbrows raise in confusion, “i’m bunny and you’re fox.” dream stares at you before grabbing your hand and walking towards the castle, “okay, i’ll be fox if you’re bunny.” smiles erupt on both of your faces as you continue to joke around on your trip towards the castle.

the first time you say i love you back to dream is from the day he pouted the entire night and while also hiding from you in the safety of his room. “beau, what’s wrong with you today?” when he finally looks up at you, he tries to keep a stern expression, but it falls into a smile as he pulls you close to him. “why don’t you ever say i love you back?” small chuckles erupt from your body as you play with his dirty blonde hair, “because i thought you knew how much i loved you. but if you need confirmation, you could’ve just told me.” he groans in slight embarrassment, “i love you so much to the point that i would do anything you ask me to. i would even kill sapnap for you.” now it was dream’s turn to chuckle, “thank you y/n. i love you too.” for the rest of the night, he didn’t let you go, meaning, you had to sneak back into your common room at four in the morning, hiding from the watchful gaze of philza.

about five months pass, and your relationship with dream prospers. at any quidditch game, you or him would be spotted in the crowd, or actually versing each other. in that case, he would stay so close to you, occasionally throwing around flirty comments at you or basically handing you the bludger. other times, when you study in the library with techno or phil, he always sits in the corner of the library with george, never being secretive. “what george? say that again.” leaving you to ignore him. whenever parties occur, you always try to walk around and mingle while he attaches himself to your side, greeting everyone you talk to. when he gets deadbeat drunk, he becomes clingy times one million, “y/n, don’t leave me.” and you reply, ‘this is my room.” cries and loves to snuggles into your neck when you come back a minute later. you’re not gonna lie but man is in lsg, little spoon gang. he loves being little spoon when he’s drunk but sober dream is another story. always has to be big spoon to keep his reputation up and has absolutely no recollection of being little spoon, so its your little secret with drunk dream. when you do your homework, he lays on your bed, usually taking a nap despite his eight page essay being due the next day. weekly hogsmeade dates, will literally buy you anything you set your eyes on, not even caring about the price. sometimes you wonder where that money even comes from. in total, will chase you down nonstop while you run away from his antics.

your relationship is well known around the school as the complex bunny and the sly fox.

philza still doesn’t approve though.

[writing-dead-clovers]

The Good Monster (Monster AU!Philza x child!GN!Reader)

Mentions of cannibalism, cults, and kidnapping. Mentions of blood and cutting (breifly). If this triggers or bothers you, please feel free to ignore this story.

Phil sighed as he watched his three sons arguing. "Would you three stop arguing for five minutes?" He barked at them. The trio immediately shut up, due to Phil never really snapping at them. "Go do your jobs for fuck's sake." The boys looked at each other before leaving quickly, Techno being the last to leave, practically shoving his brothers out. He couldn't really blame his oldest for the behavior, as he knew when his father had enough of the childishness. Phil glanced at the file that was labeled important. The blonde contemplated on just handing the file over to Puffy instead of keeping it. One of the Baby class monsters had made a report on what they thought was an endangered child. He really should be handing Puffy the file at that moment, the sheep monster had already put in for any endangered kids to rescue them. Most monsters didn't know the truth about the Fear Factory, though it gave jobs to thousands of monsters and fueled the Monster Realm, was actually built to rescue lost souls. It gave chances to monsters to have a normal life and to bring those they connect to, to where they belonged. Almost every monster here had a human rescue license, save for the teens and apprentices, who were far too young to have them.

Phil sighed before opening the file, his curiosity getting the best of him. Big innocent e/c eyes stared up at him and he knew immediately that he fucked up. Sighing, the male got up and made his way to the fear floor.

Puffy was quick to get to him, her eyes big and hopeful. Her boys had grown up and she wanted desperately to be a mother again. Phil sighed before shaking his head at her. Puffy gave him a knowing smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "Bring them home Phil. And I better be this one's godmother." The blonde chuckled at her. "I will Puffy. Thank you." Phil said softly. "Where are they at?" Puffy asked as she walked with him. "The same center I found Wilbur at, the one you ended up getting Foolish from." Puffy winced. "How old are they?" "Five." Puffy immediately started cooing. "Can I see the file?" Phil hesitated, but handed her the file as they stopped at his station. "Y/n, no known last name, age 5. Found abandoned on the steps of Silent Angels shelter at the age of 2 years old. What hell is wrong with these damn humans?" Puffy huffed. "And look at them, they're so freaking cute! I'm jealous, Phil." The blonde chuckled, his wings readjusting as he got ready. "So, do the boys know about this?" "Nope." Phil stated, setting his hat down. "You really should let them know before you just bring a new child into their lives." "The only one who still lives with me is Tommy. Wilbur has his own kid, and Techno, I have no idea what the fuck he's doing." Phil stated. Puffy smacked him with the folder. "Don't cuss! You don't want this baby repeating that. You have no idea how long it took me to teach Foolish that all the words Dream taught him were bad." "I remember that, you were so mad at him because he was saying fuck before he said mom." "It took almost three years to teach him that it was bad." The sheep sighed, earning a laugh from the winged male. "Good luck though, Phil." "Thank you Puffy." The woman nodded before turning to go to her station. Phil worked quick, putting the necessary information in. The second he was done, he made sure he had everything needed before entering the human realm.

He peeked in as he stepped through a door, a single room with a small bed in the corner. He rolled his eyes at the Christian cross on the wall, knowing damn well that this 'Christian orphanage' was actually a cannibalistic cult. Phil made quick, silent steps to the bed where the child rested. The winged male gently took the child's hand and carefully cut it to make a blood pact. He cut his own hand and finished the pact, taking the time to study his new child. H/c locks against s/c flesh, and wide, innocent e/c eyes.

Wait a minute.

Phil looked back at them and carefully bandaged their hand. "Hello little one." They waved at him. He smiled, bandaging his own hand. His head turned to the door, hearing footsteps down the hall. Phil was quick to take the child in his arms and rush to the closet. "Stop." The blonde flinched, stopping in his tracks. He turned and came face to face with one of the cult members. She gasped in horror at him. "You stay back." He warned her, pressing the child's face into his shoulder. "Leave the child, you foul beast." The woman hissed at him. He gave her a challenging look. "Are you going to take them from me? Because I would love to see you try." Phil challenged, glaring at her. "God will save this child from you, you foul monster." "Oh sweet, merciful Satan." The male sighed, rubbing his temple. "Your God was a crazed lunatic, who your cult claims that he ordered them to devour children. Almost all the children that were 'left here' were kidnapped from their families." Phil snapped at the woman. "I will not hesitate to show you to God." His wings spread out as he glared at her. "Leave." The woman was quick to leave the room, screaming about a 'false angel of sin' stealing a child. Phil closed his wings back up before opening the closet door. "Are you gonna hurt me?" The child asked meekly. "I would never, my dear little dove. I'm taking you to be apart of my family. You'll love your big brothers, just as much as they'll love you." Phil said, shifting the child so that they were on his hip. "Let's go home, dove." The male opened the door and went back to the monster realm.

He glances up, seeing Puffy with his three sons. "Boys, meet your new sibling Y/n." Techno rolled his eyes, acting like he didn't care. Phil knew better, he knew the glint in his son's eyes, Techno had already decided that this one was definitely going to be his favorite sibling. Wilbur was floating around, making faces at his new sibling to make the five year old laugh. Tommy glared at the youngest child, clearly already jealous. "Tommy, come hold Y/n." "No way!" Phil raised a brow before whispering into the child's ear. "Call him Tomtom, and reach for him." The child nodded and reached for the young blonde. "Tomtom." The teen almost immediately melted before taking the child. They grinned up at him and hugged him. "You're alright, I guess."

[fundy-simp]

Fundy/GN!Reader - Two Days [11,010 words]

Fluff! For this anon! You were lucky enough to join your European friends on their trip to England and in the process you got to meet your wonderful boyfriend Fundy. Oh, you also got to get the wrath of TommyInnit witnessing his friends in a relationship. (/lh I love Tommy) I have so much fluff for this idea guys, I’m going to write some really cheesy bits for this and I’m going to love it >:] Also there’s a very intimate scene in this, not spicy or heated but idk I felt like I should mention it just incase. Ignore the botched plane stuff, lines that are off from the vlog, and the slightly rushed ending, I was getting a little frustrated with how long this was taking <//3 I promise tho I still love the request and I’m very happy I could fill it in a way that I’m at least mostly happy with. Anyways as always please feel free to scroll past if anything about this makes you uncomfortable :)

Your fingers tapped on the arm rest, leg bouncing as you grumbled, how long does it take a plane to land? Immediately you laugh at yourself, it takes a while. You need to calm down, it’s not like your one plane landing away from your closest friends and the man you quite honestly see as the love of your life! Of course not. It’s just a normal first ever trip to England. This is absolutely fine.

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You’re entirely lying to yourself, your heart feels like it's going to explode as it beats in your ears. Fundy’s going to be there, the man who’s brought you endless hours of joy and smiles. The man who’s pulled you out of countless panic attacks. The man who you’ve had to lovingly bully into making sure he eats and drinks enough. The man who you’ve fallen asleep in call with countless times. The man who all you’ve ever wanted to do to is yank into a kiss and never let go.

Fidgeting with your seatbelt for a second, you groan and you pull your hands up to your face, resting the heel of your palms on your eyes. You all have known each other for months and logically you know it’ll go fine. But your brain isn’t known for listening to logic, or you for the matter, so when anxiety starts to boil in your stomach you’re not surprised. So many things could go wrong you couldn’t even begin to list them.

It took the plane actually touching the ground to land for you to pull your hands off your face and realize you didn’t hear a single thing the pilot just said. Quietly you waited for them to say your good to go as you readjusted your mask. Good god, your fidgeting is starting to annoy you, what are all of your friends going to think? You sigh as you feel the plane finally stop, waiting till you see other people standing up before standing up yourself.

Slowly the passengers started to leave the plane and carefully you followed behind, trying not to get too close per social distancing and all. Nervously you pat your hands on your thighs, waiting patiently while the flight attendant checked your temperature. Once you got the okay you shuffled off the plane, your eyes scanned over everyone in the airport, looking for any of your friends.

After a few scans you finally spotted Wilbur, how it took multiple tries to spot a man who towered over everyone is beyond you, but aside the point. As you started to jog towards him you see Tommy pop up next to him, "Ayyyee y/n!!" he basically yelled and Niki shushed him, whispering something to Tommy before you see him huff. The scene made you smile, he was definitely just as loud as you expected him to be.

“Hey Tommy!” you replied, you’re still anxious but actually seeing your friends in its own way has calmed you down. Once you get over there Niki pulls you into a quick but tight hug before Wilbur flung an arm around your shoulder.

You couldn’t see his smile, thanks to his mask, but you could recognize the way his eyes were crinkled. “Hey, y/n! How was the flight?” he asked as he started walking, pulling you along with him.

“Oh it wasn’t-” You looked around for Fundy, frowning slightly when you didn't find him, “It was okay. Where- Where’s Fundy?” You asked, unconsciously rubbing your knuckles together, you know he wouldn’t lie to you but a lot of previous relationships made an uncomfortable pit grow in your stomach.

Tommy from the other side of Wilbur let out a bark of a laugh, “That dumbass overslept and missed his flight!” he shrugged, “Don’t know why he still bothered getting another flight but he should be here soon.”

“Yeah, he’ll be here. We’re gonna go get your luggage then we’re heading to his terminal.” Will said as he gave your shoulder a couple of pats, “Don’t worry your lover boy will be here soon!” he couldn’t help but laugh at his own lighthearted teasing while you turned red.

You could hear Tommy gasp as Will said the second part, oh god. You guys never told Tommy you were dating, you both managed to keep it under wraps for an upwards of five months. “You and Fundy are dating?!?!” He yelled, earning himself another glare from Niki that he ignored, too lost in his own laugher, “Oh my god, this is gonna be so great! I’m going to make this so awkward.”

Groaning at the sound of Tommy’s ‘I’m definitely causing mayhem and you can’t stop me’ voice, you sigh and pull Wilbur off of you before looping around to Tommy. He was definitely taller than you but that didn’t stop you from hooking your arm around his neck and pulling him down to your level “Tommy. My main man. My good friend. My best bud, if you will... I swear if you ruin anything within the first thirty minutes, I will personally assure we leave you in an alley after 9 pm.” You gave him a stern squint as he just stared at you. After a few seconds and Niki and Wilbur giggling, you give him a noogie before letting him go, “I’m joking, I’m joking! But, seriously, at least thirty minutes.”

Tommy huffed as he ran his hand through his hair a few times, “Bro what the fuck?” He stopped for a moment, seemingly remembering you asked something of him “... Fine. But you owe me one!” He insisted, you just rolled your eyes and agreed.

By now you had all made it to the baggage claim and you carefully looked for your backpack to make sure you didn’t grab someone else’s by mistake. Once you spotted it you quickly ran to grab it before returning to the group who had moved and sat on one of the rows of benches in the middle of the room. You could see Niki mumble something to Wilbur before he nodded, “You guys whispering gossip without me?? God, my own best friends would really hurt me like this huh?” you say dramatically as you pulled your backpack on.

The two immediately shook their heads, “No, no! Of course not, how could we live with ourselves if we did?” Niki replied, her voice sounding just as dramatic as yours. You both cracked into giggles, them falling into her words as she spoke “But anyway, Fundy might be a little longer so we’re just gonna wait here.” she patted the seat next to her and you happily plopped down.

The next ten minutes were filled with Tommy talking about basically anything he could get away with, future video ideas, Dream SMP plot, at one point you're pretty sure he started talking about SMP Earth, but you couldn’t be sure. It was a nice filler conversation, sometimes one of the others would jump in and say something but you just stayed quiet for the most part, stuck in between the weird middle ground of anxious and very, very tired from your trip.

When you accidently started to doze off you felt someone carefully wrap their arms around your shoulders. “Oh, Fundy...” You say quietly, leaning into the touch for a second before almost jumping out of your skin, “Holy shit, hey Fundy.” You said pulling yourself out of his arms before jumping over the bench to tackle him in a hug. “You’re actually here. Oh my god.” you are trying your damnedest not to cry as you finally learn just how comfortable his hugs really are.

Fundy holds onto you a little tighter when he hears little hics come from you, changing his stance just enough to be sure you both don’t fall, “I'm here, y/n. I really, really am.” he said quietly, burying his face in your hair. “I love you so much.” he pulled you away from him, pulled down his mask so he could place down light kisses everywhere on the exposed skin of your face, making you giggle.

“I love you too, dork.” You reply before pulling your own down and tugging him into a kiss, it was a slow one, full of unfamiliarity and so much love. It made your heart flutter more than he already did and you honestly didn’t think that was possible.

When you both pulled apart you were forcibly reminded by Tommy making very exaggerated gagging noises that you two were, in fact, not alone. “My eyes! Wilbur my eyes!! It’s so gross it's blinding me!” The teen jokes, still fake gagging. You and Fundy just rolled your eyes while you pulled your masks back up, neither you expected anything different from him.

Wilbur just sighed and lightly shoved Tommy, “Great job, you lasted almost five minutes, that’s a record I’d say.” Tommy just replied by flipping Wilbur off which sent the whole group into hysterics. He tried to defend himself but all his sentences just devolved into laughs so he gave up. All you can think about is how this is home, laughing so hard with your friends that you cry while you lean on your boyfriend.

Once everyone calmed down Fundy made sure his backpack was on fully before stepping over the bench. Niki let out a laugh as she jokingly scolded him, "The bench really isn’t that long, you could have just walked around, you know?"

Fundy just shrugged, "I mean, y/n just did it! I'm just following their lead!" he said, a shit eating grin on his face that made Niki sigh.

You chuckled as you walked around and the rest of the group got up, "Well, who's hungry? I know y/n hasn't eaten in at least five hours so why don't we go get pizza or something?" Wilbur suggested, fishing his keys outta his pocket.

“Fuck yeah, pizza!!!” Tommy yelled excitedly, quickly stealing Wilbur's keys and sprinting away.

Will stuttered for a second before running off after Tommy, "Motherfucker, not again! Get back here, you aren't even old enough to drive!!"

You, Fundy, and Niki followed after the two, laughing at their antics. Fundy softly entangled your guy's fingers, placing his forehead on the top of your head for a second in place of a kiss. "Oh my God, you guys are already attached at the hip-" Niki said, laughing more, you know it's lighthearted teasing but it still makes you blush.

"Aw, come on Niki! I thought you'd be the one to not tease us!" you said in a joke whiny tone, hiding your face in Fundy's shoulder.

Niki started to laugh harder, "Oh- Oh hell no, this is just the beginning!" she said, you couldn't see her face but you could absolutely hear the devilish grin. You lightly bonk your head on Fundy's shoulder a few times out of embarrassment which caused him to giggle. Oh. That's so much cuter in person, holy shit.

Sighing, you hear Tommy scream making you snap your head in his direction, Wilbur had him by the wrist, wiggling his keys out of his fingers. Tommy let out a loud laugh as he basically sprinted away from Wilbur to the doors of the airport. “Oh, we got outta here faster than I expected....” you mumbled mostly to yourself, watching Tommy fling the door open at full force and quickly close behind him.

“It was probably longer than you think, you were just too distracted by a certain Dutch to realize it.” Wilbur said while he pushed the door open with his shoulder, lingering long enough for the rest of you to walk though.

"Shut your dirty crime mouth, Soot." you say through a groan, you weren't actually mad, of course, but if they were going to be like this this entire trip your pretty sure your just going to stop existing.

Fundy let out a quiet laugh at your behavior before responding to Wilbur, "I don't know, I feel like this is a win for me! I get all of y/n's attention and you called me 'a certain Dutch' instead of other things." he smirked, still laughing a little.

Wilbur snapped his fingers, "Oh yeah! Of course my bad, a certain furry was distracting you y/n!" he said happily, as he directed the group towards his car and Tommy who was basically already there.

"Noooooo!!!" Fundy grumbled as he brought his free hand up to his face.

Tommy stood at the car now, trying to open the front seat door “Shut up furry boy, I want pizza!” he shouted, trying the door again.

A mischievous grin crossed your face as you lifted his hand up near your face, "It's okay babe, I love you even though you're a furry!" you teased him, which made him groan.

"No no no no no! Stop it!!" he pulled his hand out of yours, causing you to frown, before he crossed his arms and stopped in the middle of the parking lot "I'm not a furry and you know it y/n!! My own partner for fucks sake." You could tell from his high pitched voice that he was joking but you still felt a twinge of guilt in your stomach

Carefully you grabbed his wrists and tried to pull his hands from his face but he pulled against you, “Noooo, sweetheart I’m sorry.” You say in a soft voice, now trying to pull his hands away with a good portion of your body weight. “Baaaaabe, please...” you pleaded, you could feel him tense and shuffle his feet to better support your weight, his hands still not moving. “Oh, this is just unfair now!” you say exasperated.

Fundy tried to keep his pouting bit up but quickly broke into a laugh, it was the fox esque laugh he normally did, it still makes your heart flutter “Unfair!? You’re the one supporting, like, all your body weight on me!” You giggle as you start to lean down towards the ground more, making him wobble for a second before steadying out.

“Holy SHIT, I was supposed to make it awkward but you guys are doing a fine job on your own! What the fuck guys?!” Tommy complained. You turned his way to see him grumpily crawling into the back seat of Wilbur’s car, “Now stop being in love, it’s gross and I want pizza!” He shouted as he slammed his door.

You immediately let go of Fundy, almost stumbling to the ground out of embarrassment, “Listen! In my defense this is the first time I’m meeting my boyfriend! I feel like this is warranted.” you said as you got up and made your way over to the car.

“Y/n you’re gonna have to sit in the middle seat, I’m pretty sure the other two tall bastards would die if they sat there.” Wilbur said as he checked everything up at the front.

You shuffled into the middle seat, trying your best to not get into Tommy's bubble too much as Fundy sat down next to you. The drive was relatively short, only about ten minutes, and he felt even shorter when you absentmindedly cuddled into Fundy. He happily wrapped an arm around you as he rested his head on yours.

Tommy tried to complain about being stuck in the back with you two but Wilbur derailed him and got him to go on about their trip to an arcade yesterday. If you’re honest you weren’t paying attention at all but he seemed very excited about his vlog guns and you were glad he was having fun. Sighing, you lean into Fundy just a little more and he hummed quietly, if the car ride was any longer you’re pretty sure you both would have fallen asleep like that.

When Wilbur pulled the car to a stop you both begrudgingly leaned up from each other and everyone filed out of the car. Quickly you guys made your way into the restaurant, you and Fundy ordered your pizza first, just a simple medium where it was half his favorite and half yours. After they handed you your table marker you went and sat down, you and Fundy had your own both while Niki and Wilbur had one near and Tommy sat at a table by himself.

Fundy looked at the table marker in disbelief, “OH- Y/n, y/n. Holy shit, look at what table number we have.” he looks at you, quite literally making the pog face at you, which makes you giggle.

“What is it?” you ask, trying to push your giggles down as he showed you the table marker, it was bright yellow and had 69 written on it, “YOOOOOOOOO!” you said much louder than you meant to, making him break out laughing.

“Guys- Guys, you need to see this.” Fundy insisted as he turned towards the rest of the group, presenting the 69 table marker. Everyone fell into a heavy giggle fit, laughing more at another’s laugh causing a laughing feedback loop.

You bang a fist on the table a few times, struggling to breath, why were you laughing so hard? You had no idea, but man, the serotonin it gave you was wonderful. Eventually you all calmed down, the other three going back to their conversation while you and Fundy finally calm down. Silence grew between you two, it was comfortable but you’d be lying if you didn’t want an excuse to hear your boyfriend’s voice. You dig into your mind, looking for a conversation topic for a few moments before finally finding one. "So how was the plane?" you ask him, absentmindedly putting your hand on the table to tap some random tune.

His eyes flicked to your hand, smiling a little as he recognized the tune, one of Wilbur's songs, "Terrible if I'm honest, I'm unbelievably exhausted but it's okay. I'm here with you so it doesn't bother me at all." he said softly, his eyes full of love.

Blush creeped onto your face, something about him prioritizing you always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Before you could reply Tommy spoke up from his table, "That is the worst and cheesiest shit you could have said, you fuckin’ Simp." he was deadpanned for about two seconds before he cracked up in his bark of a laugh.

"And what about it Child Innit? You couldn't talk to someone you were interested in if you tried." Fundy retorted but his words lacked any bite to them, still it made you giggle as you heard Tommy sputter. Your friends bickering has always been the funniest and oddly coziest things.

You stop tapping the table and lean over it to lightly smack his shoulder, "Come on that was just uncalled for!" you say though a laugh, which makes him laugh.

Finally your food gets there and you both dig in, it wasn't until you took the first bite that you realized just how hungry you were. Thanks to that, the pizza didn't last long and soon the space was filled with your friend talking again. Wilbur was asking what to do next, since he really didn't have a plan, Niki suggested they go walk around town to find something to do while Tommy suggested that you all go to Wilbur's and watch Hamilton since he hadn't seen it yet.

A little to your surprise, Wilbur agreed with Tommy, mentioning how Fundy looked like he was ready to drop like a bag of cinder blocks and you had to agree with him. So once you all were fully done, Fundy paid for your pizza, Niki insisted on covering all of them but he wouldn't let her. As you all packed up to get back into the car you watched Fundy slip the table marker into his pocket, putting a finger to his lips while you both giggled. Finally, you all piled back into the car and headed to Wilbur's, which was a much shorter drive than you expected, you were much too used to America's commute times for this.

Once you were they're you all followed Wilbur up to his apartment, carefully you pulled your shoes and mask off before flopping down on his couch and getting comfortable. Fundy followed after you like a lost puppy, a little tell tale of when he got tired is that he got clingy, it was undeniably really cute. Once you sat down he sat down next to you and cuddled into you, wrapping an arm around your waist and craning his neck slightly to rest on your shoulder.

You pulled an arm up to ruffle his hair before turning and placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. He just hummed, stifling a yawn. Pulling your arm down, you turn to Niki who sat on the other end of the couch, "So how have you been Niki?" you ask, it's been a while since your last one on one conversation with her.

"Oh I've been okay!" she said happily, her eyes vaguely watching Tommy and Wilbur fight over the TV remote, "Been thinking about getting into art again, I'm not really sure yet though." she continued, trying not to laugh when she saw Wilbur basically sitting on top of Tommy, remote in hand.

A smile spread across your lips as you also tired not to laugh, mostly not to disturb your almost sleeping lover, "Oh really? That's great to hear!" you say as Tommy curses Wilbur out, insisting that he should have just let him pull Hamilton up, "I think you should go for it, especially if it makes you happy! I bet your fans, especially fanartist, would love it." you encourage her, you didn't interact with the Minecraft Youtuber fan community often, but a hunch told you that you were right.

"Maybe, maybe..." she nodded, it was hard to explain but you could tell she seemed at least a little more sure of herself now. By now Wilbur had let Tommy off of the ground as he pressed play on Hamilton. You've never seen the actual musical but you've heard all the songs enough to know them by heart, whether that was a good thing or not you couldn't tell.

Once the musical started playing the Wilbur and Tommy scrambled to the two recliners on either side of Wilbur's couch, getting comfortable for the long show. You frankly didn't watch it all that much, mostly just listening as you closed your eyes and rested your head on Fundy's. All your movements were deliberate, you were being very careful and highly aware just to make sure you didn't jolt him awake. Not that you were sure he was asleep, but you'd rather be safe than sorry.

You basically spoke it into existence because within the next five minutes you notice his breathing even out and the hand on your hip becomes loose, limp even. You silently curse to yourself as you realize just how badly this is going to hurt his neck. After debating with yourself for what you would call way to long you decide to catch Niki's attention, "Psst, Niki, Nikiiiiii," you say quietly, dragging out the second 'i' till she looks over at you, "would you mind if Fundy rested his feet, well legs- he’s fuckin’ tall- his feet would be more on the arm rest- on you? I don't want him to hurt his neck." you say gesturing to him.

She gives you a quick nod and you lightly shake Fundy's shoulder, "Hey baby, lay your head down in my lap, I don't want you hurting your neck." you whisper, he grumbles some but listens to you. Once his head is in your lap he pulls his legs to his chest and seemingly falls back asleep. Noticing this you look up at Niki and shrug, she shrugs back with a soft smile before turning back to the musical.

Carefully you run your hands through his hair and he unconsciously leans into the touch making you smile. He's a lot more fox-like than he'll ever admit but that's okay, he doesn't need to admit it for it to be cute. With your boyfriend much more comfortable you happily turn your attention to the screen, absentmindedly messing with his hair as you sing along to the songs under your breath.

When the musical ended Tommy let out a loud cheer, which caught everyone off guard and definitely made you jump which in turn made Fundy jump awake. “Oh shit- What happening?” he asked as he sat up and straightened his legs while rubbing his face.

“You passed out during one of the best musicals ever, dickhead.” Tommy replied deadpan and all Fundy replied with was a very confused and tired face. Tommy scoffed and looked away, making you laugh, how and why that boy was always so dramatic you don’t know but it was undoubtedly entertaining.

Shrugging, Fundy leaned over and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, “Hey, babe.” he said, lingering just long enough for you to place a kiss on his cheek back before leaning away again. “So what’s the plan now?” he asked, yawning.

“Well, Niki did suggest we walk around and just look for stuff to do, so why don’t we do that?” Wilbur asked, “Especially since now Fundy’s had a nap and all.” he stood up and stretched, groaning quietly.

Fundy followed after him, much to your surprise, and as he stood up he looped his arm in yours and pulled you up with him. You halfheartedly groan but don't stop him, "I'll be honest I've barely seen the ocean, let alone literally any other country." you mostly mumble, processing just how embarrassing that is to say to a bunch of Europeans.

Tommy shot up from his seat, "You've never seen the ocean??" he basically screams, getting a lighthearted smack from Wilbur, "Guys. Guys. We gotta go to the boardwalk, y/n would love it, it's considered-" he faked gagged, "-romantic."

You roll your eyes but don't argue, slightly leaning on Fundy for a few seconds before you lean up and gently place a kiss on his lips. There was a slight second of surprise on his face before it melted into a lovestruck look as he looked down at you. Your heartbeat was in your throat, that is a look you'll never get used to, a look that says you're the only person in his world, or at least the only one right now.

Before you could kiss him again Niki lightly shoulder checked you, oh shit, when did she get up? "Get your shoes on lovebirds." she said, you looked around to see the other three were basically already to go and scramble away from Fundy, your face going bright red.

You quickly make your way to your shoes, pull them on and put your mask on, and open the door for the others. The other three filed out, Wilbur waiting by the door frame and once you shut the door he locked it. “Aye, y/n, do you mind if I vlog? I’m a vlogger now!” Tommy asked as you all made your way to the street, he dramatically dragged out how he said ‘vlogger’ making you laugh a little harder than you meant to.

“Go for it big man, I don’t care if Fundy doesn’t.” You reply, threading your fingers in Fundy’s while the group starts walking, Tommy and Wilbur leading the group.

Fundy shrugged, “Since y/n’s okay with it, go crazy.” he agreed, Tommy let out a cheer and shoulder checked Wilbur just to mess with him. You can’t help but chuckle, “What’s so funny?” Fundy asks.

Waving your free hand you laugh a little more, “Oh, just seeing Will and Tommy in person reminded me how I thought they were actually brothers before we all got close.”

He looked at the two in question, squinting his eyes for a couple of seconds before he nodded, “Yeah! I see it, they definitely act like it.” he said as they burst out into a Hamilton song, Niki laughing as she joined in. Before you knew it Tommy had pulled out his phone, recording their shenanigans with a bright smile on his face.

It was all really loud and energetic so you and Fundy just quietly watched as the chaos unfolded. Tommy picked random times to start vlogging, catching half conversations and shots of the town. It all felt familiar even though you were the only one who didn’t really stream or do youtube, but it reminds you of when you just chill in their streams, mostly in the background to vibe. After a bit of wandering around you all ended up at a little food stand, getting a small snack before you went onto the boardwalk.

Once you all finished your snacks, Tommy started recording again, “I never know what I should record with these things.” he said, turning to look at Wilbur who just shrugged.

“The trick to making a good vlog is to just record everything, like just go up to people and ask ‘Hey, can I vlog?’“ Wilbur said, talking slightly with his hands.

Tommy groaned, “But then I look like a dickhead-!”

“Not if you ask!” Wilbur insisted, interrupting the teen. “Record your feet as you walk and go up to people and ask them random questions.” he continued, you watched the look on Tommy’s face turn mischievous as he turned the camera to Fundy and you.

“Hey! Fundy! What do you think of women?” Tommy asked, the phone all too close to Fundy. He stumbled for a slight second before pulling up the 69 table marker, barely holding a straight face as he tried to not laugh. “Oh- Oh my god! That is so incredibly offensive. Is that- Is that all women are to you Fundy?” Tommy asked while he cackled, causing everyone else to laugh with him. “Sexist Fundy!! Sexist Fundy and his sexist by association partner!” He joked.

That made you lose your mind, something about being sexist by association was the funniest goddamn thing you’d heard all day. You leaned onto Fundy as you struggled to breathe, instinctively you repeated the joke under your breath as you laughed which somehow sent the group into another laughing fit as Tommy tired to move on with the bit.

Eventually you all dropped the bit and happily spent the next two hours just wandering around the boardwalk and talking about whatever came to mind. Around the hour mark NIki had to leave, giving you all light hugs before she left on her own. The other hour was basically Tommy’s podcast, not that you were complaining, it was nice to listen too as the topics naturally jumped between each other and you did make sure to add your input when you felt like it was needed. It wasn’t until Tommy had gone on a long ramble about the youtube algorithm that you actually started to tune out. You swung your hand that held Fundy’s with a little bit of force, a smile in your eyes as you looked out at the ocean. “Really pretty, huh?” Fundy asked, knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh yeah, I’m so used to fields I never thought oceans would look this pretty...” You say quietly before you turn to Fundy and squeeze his hand in yours, “But I’d say you're still the prettiest thing I’ve seen by a long shot!” You whisper to him, your voice soft with adoration as you watch his face go red under his mask.

He quickly looked away from you, ducking his head a little, “Then you should really start investing in mirrors if you think I’m the prettiest thing.” he replied just as quietly, his voice a little unsteady. It was cute to watch him flirt, how he tended to tiptoe the line of stuttering, rarely looking you in the eyes when he said it.

Your face heats up as you tilt your head, “Oh, really?” You ask, “I feel like I nee-” you go to continue before Tommy screams, making you jump and everyone to stop in their tracks. Your head snaps in his direction as his phone starts to ring, which true to his brand his ringtone was able sisters.

The rest of you stayed mostly quiet, absentmindedly you teetered from leg to leg while you tried your best to not eavesdrop on Tommy's conversation. Which was a much harder task than you’d expect, whether Tommy had his call volume all the way up or his dad is where he gets his loud persona from and you could hear his dad say he’d be at Wilbur’s to pick him up in a little under an hour. Tommy said okay and quickly hung up, probably to avoid his dad saying anything that embarrassed him which made you chuckle. He swiped at his phone a few times before holding his phone up near his face, “Okay, we gotta finish this vlog up! Wilbur, it was nice hanging out with you and-” He turned the camera to Fundy, laughing at his annoyed look, “-and sad Fundy.” He turned to the sky in front of you guys.

Quickly, Tommy and Wilbur devolved into banter as they ended the vlog and Fundy drags you to a bench on the side of the boardwalk. “Tommy was right though,” he says quietly and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to rest on his shoulder. “the boardwalk is pretty romantic.”

You giggle as you lean into him more, “And you’re pretty cheesy.”

“Oh, so you get to call me the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, but I don’t get to say that walking on a boardwalk with the love of my life is romantic?” Fundy grumbles but there’s no bite to it.

“Well yeah! That- Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.” You interrupted yourself, finally processing the words he just said, you bring your hands up to his face and cup it lightly, “Fundy- Fundy did you just call me the,” you swallow thickly, it’s not a problem if did, it’s just. You weren’t expecting him to care as much as you did already, multiple past relationships had taught you that you fall too hard and too fast for others to keep up, even if they wanted to. “The love of your life?” your voice drops to a whisper, like you hadn’t been dating for five months already and he could reject you right here, right now.

Fundy couldn’t help the light chuckle that left him and he brought his free hand to rest on one you had on his face, “Of course,” his eyes soften as he watches shock and blush spread across your face, “I had fallen in love with you the first time I heard your voice and I only fall more everyday.” He rubbed his thumb on your hand, you thought you’d pass out with how your heart soared at the lovestruck look he gave you, “Hell, y/n I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with you more every second of this trip.” he moved to kiss the top of your head before remembering the masks and just resting his face in your hair.

Any and all words had completely dropped out of your head, “I… I don’t know how to respond to that…'' You mumbled, moving your hands from his face to wrap your arms around his waist as you bury your face into his body.

He hummed quietly, rubbing your shoulder, “And that’s fine, I already know you love me, don’t worry.” he yawned at the end of his sentence, snuggling into you more as he closed his eyes.

“How are you still tired?” You ask in a mumbe, surprised.

Shrugging, Fundy holds in another yawn, “Maybe you should just stop feeling as comfortable as home does, then maybe I won't be so tired.” He replies, while his words held weight his voice was soft.

Lazily, your gaze fell to the horizon, then to an arguing Wilbur and Tommy, you couldn’t hear them but you could assume they were arguing over something trivial. “Never,” you reply quietly, “if feeling like home to you means I get to hold you in my arms, then I never want to change that. I can deal with a clingy sleepy Funs for the rest of my life, frankly I think it’s cute.” you can feel him tense from embarrassment under you.

He quickly relaxes and grumbles and hides his face in your hair more, “I’m going to never be tired again out of spite now.” he said, mumbled by your hair.

You can help but laugh, your entire body bouncing with it as you replied, “Yeah, sure love. Whatever you say.” As hard as he tried he can’t keep a straight face and he quickly falls into giggling with you. After a bit you both calm down, simply enjoying each other's company while you don’t have any of your friends to, albeit lovingly, bully you. Neither of you are really sure how long you sat there, but before you knew it Wilbur was shaking your shoulder.

“Get up lovebirds or the offer to my guest bedroom is void.” He said in a dead tone, if you couldn’t see him you possibly would have believed him but his eyes said the opposite.

Sighing, you wiggled your way out of Fundy’s arms and tugged him up with you, intertwining your fingers. “Oh nooo! Whatever should we do! Fundy, my love, he’s going to make us sleep outside on this cold Brighton night!” You dramatically lean on him, bringing your hand to your forehead, suppressing a smile as you watched him try not to laugh.

Wilbur smirked as he puffed out his chest and touched it with just his finger tips, “It is all going to plan! Thy shall perish by sunrise!” his voice sounded like a rich british person making it impossible for any of you to keep a straight face, Fundy was the first to double over in laughter, you and Wilbur followed close behind.

Slowly the wheezing calmed down and you all came back to your senses, wide smiles plastered onto your faces, “Wait, did Tommy leave?” You ask, frowning some.

Stretching his arms above his head, Wilbur nodded, “Yeah, his dad picked him up while you and Fundy were having your moment on the bench. He didn’t wanna interrupt you guys.” he shrugs.

You can’t help but grumble, “Damn, I at least wanted to say goodbye to him!”

Reaching over, Wilbur lightly pats your shoulder, “Ey, don’t take it personally. You know he’s a busy guy, plus you know he cares for you.”

Nodding, you lean into Fundy again as you all silently come to the decision to start walking home. It was nice to listen to Fundy and Wilbur ramble on about things together, going from DreamSMP lore, to Wilbur's new album, to Fundy's new plugins, before looping back to music as Wilbur opened his front door. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying, just enjoying the noise of their voices.

As you all step in you pull off your shoes and masks, moving into the living room, “You can play my keyboard if you want Fundy.” You hear Wilbur say, visibly perking up at the idea, which Wilbur noticed, snickering as moved further into his house, “Seems like y/n very interested in the idea of you serenading them with your piano skills.”

Now they’re both laughing and you’re pretty sure this is where you sign your will and accept your fate. Quietly grumbling, you bury your face in your free hand, “Both of you shut your ups, I swear to god, I’ll go sleep in the airport.” you threaten, even though you’re all aware that’s an empty threat.

Fundy just laughs, letting go of your hand to wrap an arm around you “All you had to do is ask, you know.” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke which only made you blush more. Stupid cute boyfriend and his cute laugh and smiles and kind touches and- You pull your other hand up to your face and drag them down before pull them back up and through your hair.

You looked at Fundy with a loving but exhausted face, “You’re going to be the end of me, you know that right?” You say, only a little exasperated, you can still feel the heat on your face.

He smiled at you, it's warn, genuine, as he replied, “That’s okay, you’ll be the end to me too” he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Smiling, you snaked your arms around him and pulled him into a kiss as he moved so that his hands so that they rested on your hips. Before you pulled apart you both could hear Wilbur yell something from his bedroom, office? Broffice. Chuckling as you finally did pull apart, Fundy pulled you to the broffice, Wilbur sat in front of his keyboard before noticing you guys and getting up.

He dragged you over with him and sat down, patting the seat for you to sit with him and you did, leaning on him lightly as he played a few short things to get used to the keyboard. It was nice to listen to, the small mistakes made you smile as you watched his hands, “Will, you should tell me where you got this, my keyboard is all wobbly. Makes playing certain songs hell.” he said, starting to play C418 Sweden.

Sighing, you close your eyes, sinking into the music and the warmth of Fundy pressed against you. Fundy switched through songs he knew carefully playing to be sure not to jostle you too much, you’re not sure when it happened but at some point you could hear Wilbur’s guitar. Quietly you hummed along while the two played, in the back of your mind all you could think about was doing this more often. Weekly would be nice, just a bunch of your friends get together and you listen to your boyfriend and best friends play.

Before you knew it Fundy was lightly shaking you awake, “Babe, come on, come with me to our room.” He says quietly. You let out a hum, letting him pull you up and along to your shared room. You hear some shuffling and zipping of bags as you halfheartedly try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Here, go change out of your jeans, sleeping in those isn’t exactly comfortable.” he said softly, shoving a pair of sweats and a t-shirt into your arms. You move over to the bed and set them down before stripping to change, which immediately makes Fundy squeak, “WOAH- Woah- I- Hold on!” Fundy stuttered out as he turned around.

You can’t help but giggle as you pull off your shirt, “Why are you so embarrassed? You’re my boyfriend, you know?” you tease him as you slide on the shirt he gave you, the first thing you notice is how big it is, had to be one of his shirts.

You watch him bring his hands to his face, you could see how red his ears were from here, “Well, I mean, yeah but I’m being polite.” He mumbled, ducking his head as he moved his hands to the back of his head.

Pulling off the jeans quickly before slipping on the sweats, you walk over to Fundy and loop your arms around his waist, resting your face on his back. “Okay, Mr. I’m Very Polite and Nice, I’m all changed. It’s time for bed.” You say, tugging him slightly towards the bed. He nodded and pulled himself out of your grasp, headed to the bed as he dragged you along. He flopped down and you soon followed, quickly he shuffled the blanket over you both and pulled you into his chest.

The two of you sat there quietly, relishing in each other's touch as you listened to the other’s heartbeat. It was almost overwhelming how much Fundy felt like home, how his touches brought a sense of calm you didn’t you could get to. It was weird, new, exciting even, in its own way.

Then the fact you were leaving tomorrow hit you like a ton of bricks. Your brain starts to spiral, unconsciously your grip tightens on the front of Fundy’s shirt. You feel like you can’t breathe. Your eyes blur as you feel Fundy grab your hand, steadying it- wait when did you start shaking? He rubbed soft circles on it, his other hand felt grounding on your back as you curled into him just ever so slightly more. Two days wasn't enough. One night wasn't enough. You don't know how you're going to breathe now that you've learned what it feels like to actually have him by your side. "It's not fair." you quietly grumble, the words barely comprehensible.

His grip on your shirt tightens as he places a kiss on the top of your head, "I know, I know babe..." his voice was soft as he spoke, "Let's just enjoy it while we have it."

All you can do is nod, your brain too busy trying to memorize what it felt like to have your head tucked under his chin and your arms around his waist. After a couple of cozy silent minutes Fundy started to hum a tune, you couldn't recognize it but you know he's sung it to you before. You could feel the hums in his chest, the scene felt surreal, like every other part of this day. You didn’t bother stopping the tears that pricked your eyes.

You fell asleep like that, him humming quietly and rubbing calming circles on your back. Trying your best you committed every touch to memory as you slowly faded into sleep, just barely catching Fundy whispering "I love you, y/n." as you feel into one of the most comfortable rests of your life.

When you woke up your arms and legs were entangled with Fundy’s gangly ones, his face softly tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t want to move and unless someone had a real good reason you weren’t going to. You’re pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, holding the love of your life close as the sun poked through the half drawn curtains making the whole situation feel all the more unreal. That moment was cut short as Fundy started to wake up, instinctively pulling away from you as he did so. You whine quietly and weakly try to pull him back, after a few seconds he listens and reburies his face in your neck.

The two of you laid there like that for a while, probably around an hour, before you begrudgingly tell him you both should get up. Fundy let out a loud groan as you slipped out of his grasp, you sat up and stretched your arms over your head, looking over at him who now laid with his arms stretched out from his body.

Wait. When did he take his shirt off? Of course you've seen him shirtless before but something about seeing it in person is fundamentally different. It felt so much more, intimate, than before. You hadn't even realized you were staring till Fundy spoke up, a laugh in his words "If your gonna stare might as well touch." his voice was low, still laced with sleep.

"Wh- I- Uh. Well. I mean-" you stutter out, looking away making him laugh more. After a few seconds you look back at him, he didn't move at all, which didn't surprise you. Silently you turn towards him, you glance up at him holding his sleepy gaze as your hand hovered over his waist. He gave you a small encouraging nod and you lightly touched him, his muscles involuntarily tense at your touch, shit your hands were cold weren’t they? You internally cringe at yourself but just as quickly as he tensed, he relaxed, letting out a quiet hum as your hand started to warm.

You felt so dumb, looking at Fundy like you were a child seeing fireworks for the first time holding the same hesitation, even as if you could burn yourself or worse, you could hurt him. Of course, you knew you wouldn’t hurt him but unfamiliarity and anxiety boiled in your stomach no matter how many times you tried to tell yourself it was okay. Looking up at Fundy you can see his face soften, a smile on his lips as he leaves you to your own devices, not wanting to interrupt whatever process you were creating.

Silently grumbling at the lack of direction and you go to place your other hand on him, only to realize just how weirdly you were positioned. You pulled away from him, earning yourself an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend which you just wave your hand at. Carefully you straddle his hips, earning a soft grunt from him but he doesn't stop you, somehow you manage to just completely blank just how close you are as you continue to run your hands over his chest.

Despite how inherently not innocent the scene looked out of context, in context it was the exact opposite. Your movements were filled with both boundless curiosity as you tried to commit the feeling of his soft, pale skin under your hands and endless hesitation as you tried not to do something wrong. "You know, you are really, really handsome..." you say quietly, it's still hard to believe you're actually able to touch him if you're honest.

Softly you cup his face, leaning down and placing soft kisses all over it, making him quietly giggle. Pecking softly at his lips before you moved on to his jaw, then his neck. It was odd, to get to this point of intimacy without there being some sort of sexual motive threw you off, but it was a much welcomed change of pace. Something about leaving light kisses on the neck and collarbone felt different when it was just reassurances of love.

As you sit up away from him he hums quietly, finally awake enough to really process what's happening. After another minute or so he sat up quickly, knocking you off balance and sending you back towards his legs. Before you hit his legs he grabbed your waist, pulling you close, the situation happened so fast that by the time you realized he was fully awake you were already in his arms, both of you giggling messes. Fundy rested his nose in the crook of your neck, you could feel the smile he wore pressed against your skin.

It was a calm and serene scene, one you hope to have again and again and again when you guys can be together more. While you were lost in thought he smirked as he blew a raspberry on your neck, making you let out a loud laugh, "WH- Wait- Hold on! I! Fu-Fundy, what the f-uck??" you struggled to ask through your laughter as he continued to assault your neck with raspberries, moving in between each one.

You pushed against him, trying and failing to get away from his attack. After multiple failed sentences, giggles, and barks of laughter he finally let you go, his face plastered in a smug but still genuinely happy grin. You wanted to ask him what that was all about but air was not being your friend so you just rested your head in his shoulder, struggling to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry, but after I let you pamper me while I was half asleep I thought I'd just keep the train rolling." he said as if he read your mind, his hands resting comfortably on your hips as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "I couldn't resist your laughter, I love it too much!" he said happily.

You let out a quiet defeated sigh, moving so now your cheek rested on his shoulder, your nose nestled in the crook of his neck. "Did Wilbur have plans for us today?" you ask quietly, part of you wished he did but another part of you is completely okay with laying in bed with Fundy till you needed to go to the airport.

Fundy thought for a moment, fingers tapping lightly on your hips, "No idea, honestly." he finally said, shrugging ever so slightly. "I should probably text him." he pulled one of his hands off of you and leaned to grab his phone off the bedside table. He moved his hand to your lower back and he leaned over you to see his phone. Melting into his touch you let out a quiet hum as you placed a hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat through your fingertips as he typed away on his phone. You two sat like that for a few minutes before he spoke up, “Wilbur said he was gonna go get drinks with Niki, Phil, and Tristin later today, around four pm. We’re free to join but he also understands if you don’t wanna drink before your flight.”

Silently you thought, tapping your fingers lightly on his chest. On one hand it would be nice to chill out with Phil, especially since neither you or Fundy had met with him in person yet. On the other you know you, and if you were hanging around a bunch of people who were drinking you’re going to end up drinking as well. “As much as I hate to say it, I really don’t wanna drink before my flight.” You say sighing, Fundy just nods as he shoots a message back to Wilbur.

“Well since we’re gonna lay in bed all day…” Fundy started as he turned his body and flopped you both down onto your sides, both of you giggling messes. Carefully you moved your hands from his chest to his face, cupping his cheeks softly. “... You know you’re really, really pretty?” he whispered, grabbing one of your hands and placing a soft kiss on your palm.

You sputter and duck your head, trying to hide the blush on your face. “You may have told me one or two times…” You say quietly, mostly as a joke.

His head perks up, “Only once or twice?” He asked, you chuckle and continue the bit nodding. He gasped as he softly makes you look at him, he holds your face as he gives you a serious look, “You’re pretty, you are so goddamn pretty, y/n. I every fucking day think about how you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Any time my mind wonders it finds its way to you because- because, you just- y/n you feel like home. Whenever I’m with you, whether that’s in person or in some form of call, I feel like I should pinch myself and remind myself that I’m actually awake.” He stops for a second, taking a few breaths as your face gets redder making him chuckle slightly. “God- I am so in love with you. I- To quote you from last night: You’re going to be the end of me, you know that right?” he finishes his spiel.

You’re on cloud nine. Point blank. “Damn it, how the hell do you always know what to say?” you mumble before you snaked your arms around his neck and connect your lips. It wasn’t heated but it was passionate, full of emotions that didn’t have proper words but still needed to be communicated. Pulling apart you both were panting, only a few microseconds before you started laughing, “We are so cheesy, oh my god.” you say quietly through laughter, he joined you with a large smile on his face.

“Maybe we are cheesy, but we’re cheesy together so who cares.” he replied, placing a soft kiss on your nose.

You laughed harder, fingers messing with his hair by the nape of his neck, “You’re proving my point you fuckin’ nerd!” You basically cackled out, when you looked up the in love look in his eyes almost knocked the breath out of you. You tucked yourself under his chin, hiding your face as a hand still carded through his hair.

You two sat in bed for a few hours, scrolling through different platforms and showing each other funny or cute things. It was nice, cozy even as you fell into a simple routine, every once and a while you’d switch positions and continue with your scrolling. All too soon five pm rolled around and Fundy reluctantly brought it to your attention, “Hey love, your flight’s at eight right?” he asked quietly, you two were spooning, you as the little spoon as his chin was tucked over your shoulder.

Groaning, you nodded, “Yeah it is.” you say quietly, sinking into his touch more.

It was quiet for a few seconds before he continued, “We need to get up..” he slowly pulled away from you, making you whine but inevitably listen. Groggily, you make your way to your bag, pulling out a simple t-shirt and jeans. You stripped and Fundy did the same thing as last night, making you chuckle but you don’t say anything this time.

Once changed you walk over to him and lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek, “How mad do you think Wilbur would be if I made us some breakfast? Well, ‘breakfast’.” You asked, making air quotes around the second breakfast.

He hummed, thinking for a second before shrugging, “Probably not at all, but if he does it was my idea.” he said as he turned around and placed a kiss on your forehead, “I’m gonna shower real fast so just come knock on the door when it’s done.”

You nodded and peeled yourself off of him, making your way to the kitchen. You make some simple eggs and toast, not wanting to use too much food from your friends kitchen and when you finished fifteen minutes later Fundy was walking into the kitchen, “Aw man, you put a shirt on.” you say in faux disappointment.

He sputtered for a second before shaking his head, “We are literally about to leave and go out in public.” he said, grabbing one of the plates from the counter as he looked through the drawers for a fork.

Rolling your eyes, you lightly bump his hip with yours when he finally finds the forks, dropping the subject in favor of some comfortable silence while you both ate. Or at least partially comfortable, the fact of the plane ride still hung in the air, uncommented on but there. Fundy finished before you, placing his plate in the sink and giving you a kiss on the top of your head before heading into the guest bedroom. A few minutes later you finished your own food and you washed the dishes that you guys used, eyes falling to the stove clock: 6:30 pm. Sighing, you placed the dishes into the strainer and made your way to the guest room, “Fuuuns,” you whine more than really say, “we probably should go soon, since I wanna still say bye to Wilbur.”

He jumps at the sound of your voice, zipping up the bag in his hands on instinct, “Oh- Hey y/n!” he said quickly.

You walk over and lean on him as you look at your bag in his hands, “Whatcha up to, big man?” you asked, grabbing the bag from him.

“Oh I just, I wanted to give you something but I thought it’d be better for you to find it when you got home…” he said as you opened your bag up, smiling as you see one of his hoodies folded on the top, “I was just gonna give you one of my hoodies but it didn’t feel special enough, sooo…” he dragged out his words as you pulled out his iconic hoodie, “I gave you the hoodie.” he finished with a large smile.

Your face goes bright red as you pull it on, it smelled like him, like home, you’re too lost in the gesture to notice when Fundy pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “You’re… You’re.” You didn’t know what words you were trying to find, you knew he loved this hoodie, he wore it all the time even, it felt weird, both very wrong and very right for you to take it, “Are you sure?” you asked quietly.

“Of course,” He hummed, “what better thing to remind you that I love you and that I’m here for you than my favorite hoodie?” you just stuttered in response and nodded, “Plus you look very cute in my clothes.” he said as he leaned away from you before he pulled you into a kiss, it took you a few seconds to kiss him back, the cogs in your brain fighting between stopping entirely and going twice the speed.

When he pulled away from you, you were breathless, “Man. I’m going to die without your kisses, what the hell…” You mumbled as you buried your face into his chest.

“Nooo, don’t die,” he replied dramatically, “if you die then how am I gonna kiss you when you come back?” he jokingly held you tightly, but a small part of you knew it wasn’t a joke, that he fully processed just how much he’s going to miss holding you.

You let out a sigh muffled by his chest, “Well, guess I’ll just live forever.” you said quietly, which made him chuckle slightly. You know it’s a joke but if you could find a way, you would. Just for Fundy. After a few seconds you reluctantly pulled yourself out of his grasp, zipping up the large hoodie before putting the backpack on.

Fundy let out a sigh as he patted his pockets, “Wilbur’s letting me drive you to the airport using his car.” He said as he pulled out Wilbur’s keys, showing them to you.

You nodded before you cupped his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you so, so, so goddamn much, Fundy.” you whispered, placing your forehead on his.

“I love you too, y/n. And the distance between us doesn’t change that in the slightest.” he whispered back, his voice slightly shook as he spoke which made your heart hurt. Slowly he pulled away from you, grabbing your hand with his as he dragged you to the door, you both slipped on your shoes and masks before heading out to the car.

The car ride to the pub Wilbur was at with Phil and Kristin was quiet, not a bad quiet but quiet nonetheless. The radio played soft classical music as Fundy carefully drove the car through the town, you can’t tell if you’re surprised by that being Wilbur’s default station or not. Once you guys got there you quickly got out of the car, telling Fundy you’ll be back soon as you ran in and told Wilbur goodbye. It wasn’t all that much, you gave him a hug and promised to text him once your plane landed to let him know you were safe. You quickly said hi to Phil and Kristin, apologizing that you couldn’t stay longer, which they brushed off, saying that there’ll always be another time.

By the time you and Fundy were finally on your way to the airport it was a quarter past seven, the drive there was viscerally different than the drive to say bye to Wilbur. He drove with one hand, his free one resting carefully in your’s as he rubbed the back of it with his thumb. The silence was almost oppressive as you sat there but neither of you knew what to say, so you both stayed quiet. The silence stretched on into the airport, it was odd but somehow fitting. It was the first time neither of you could really bring yourself to break the silence.

Fundy eventually did, though. After you had made it through security, you two sat down on the benches waiting for them to call your flight number. It started with a laugh, a sad one, followed by a quiet apology, “I’m sorry I haven’t said anything y/n…” He basically said to himself, you’re pretty sure if you had even an ounce less of self control you’d start crying right then.

Carefully, you cupped his face, a sad smile in your eyes, “Don’t worry love. Trust me, I understand.” you replied as you rubbed your thumbs over his cheek bones. He silently nodded, wrapping his arms around your torso as he pulled you close. You moved your hands from his face and wrapped your arms around his neck, “It’ll be fine, just like Phil said to me in the pub today, ‘there’ll always be another time.’ I’ll visit again when this is all over, next time for longer.” You promise him, voice hushed so that only you two can hear it.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course, next time.” he said, it was so soft, as if he said it too loud something would curse against it. The two of you sat like that for a few minutes, enjoying the last time you’d hold each other for at least a long while. All too soon they called for your plane and reluctantly you pulled away from him. Quickly he pulled down his mask, looking at you for a long second before you do the same, softly he connected your lips, it was a slow and desperate kiss. One that knew you had to leave but so strongly wish you didn’t that you could have mistaken it for tangible.

When you pull apart, you smile at him, pressing a light kiss on his cheek before standing up, “I’ll see you soon, yeah?” you ask, fixing your mask.

He nodded, probably much more aggressively than he meant to, “Yeah, definitely.”

[ray-ray-writings]

Deep Trouble-Wilbur Soot

#83 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here!

This is a Wilbur x gn!reader! I hope you enjoy!

TW: I don’t know how to tag this but basically Wilbur doesn’t know you can’t swim and he puts you underwater and then has to pull you out.

Y/N’s never been good with deep water seeing as they can’t swim. But when her friends want to go to the beach, they can’t deny them their request. Trouble ensues as Y/N doesn’t tell their boyfriend of their inability to swim.

Y/N’s POV

I glared in distaste at the swimsuit that sat on the bed that Wilbur and I shared. Today we were going to the beach. Tommy had convinced his father to drive him four hours to come meet up with Wilbur, Philza, Tubbo, and me. Tommy would be here for a few days and he wanted to do a bunch of things that he wouldn’t be able to do in his own city. Going to the beach was one of them. 

Normally, I would have no problem submitting to Tommy’s wishes, it was easier than fighting him about it. But there was one small problem that no one knew about. I can’t swim. When I was little my father took me to a pool and left me on my own for a while. I then went under and almost drowned. I was pulled out but that memory lives in my head rent free. So ever since then, I refused to go near bodies of water and therefore I never learned how to swim. 

Of course I wasn’t going to tell anyone that, let alone Tommy. Do you know how badly I would get made fun of for being my age and not knowing how to swim? Really badly. So I decided to keep my mouth shut and stupidly agree to go to the beach with my friends and boyfriend. 

“Hey darling. It’s almost time to go, are you ready?” I heard Wilbur wonder softly from the other side of our bedroom door. “Oh! Yeah, I’ll be right there!” I called back matching his tone. “Alright, I’ll see you in a few then.” He responded. I listened closely as his footsteps faded away as he walked down the hall. I let out a huff of air and picked up the swim suit. 

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and slipped on the suit, the cold fabric causing chills to run down my spine. I proceeded to slip on some clothes over the suit so I wasn’t just walking around in that. I also quickly packed a bag with an extra set of clothes just in case I wanted to change later. Lastly, I grabbed my towel, sunglasses, and shoes before exiting the bedroom. I slowly made my way down the hall to the living room and found Wilbur there lounging on the couch. 

Wilbur glanced over his shoulder at the sound of my footsteps with a smile. “You ready now baby?” He asked, standing up. I matched Wilbur’s smile and nodded at his question. “Yeah, I’m ready.” Wilbur took a few steps and pressed a small kiss to my lips causing me to grin. “You simp” I teased, walking toward the front door, slipping my flip flops on. Wilbur let out a loud laugh as he followed behind me. “Only for you” 

*Small time skip*

I let out a sigh as I got out of the passenger side of Wilbur’s car. The sound of the waves crashing and birds cawing greeted me as the two of us met at the front of the car. Wilbur gave me an excited grin as he offered his hand to me. “I’m so excited for this.” I fake a grin, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers, “Me too!” I lied.

 “Wilbur! Y/N!” I heard Tubbo’s voice call. The two of us turned and found Tubbo standing down the beach next to Tommy and Phil, waving frantically at us. We both chuckled and waved back with our free hand and began to walk toward them. “Hey guys!” I greeted cheerfully, letting go of Wilbur’s hand and pulling Tubbo into a hug. “Hey!” They all greeted me back matching my enthusiasm. We all quickly exchanged hugs before making our way down the beach a little further. 

The five of us quickly set up our little spot. Each of us laid out a towel and stripped off our outer clothes. Tubbo and Tommy immediately began running toward the water, “Boys!” I called, stopping them in their tracks, “Forgetting something?” I questioned, shaking a bottle of sunscreen. The two slowly walked back to me and stood in front of me holding out their arms. I let out a laugh but began spraying the boys down with the sunscreen. Once I was done, I shooed the boys away and they ran back to the water. 

After I sprayed myself down, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. “I didn’t know you were a parent” Wilbur murmured in my ear, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. I giggled and turned around to face him, placing my hands on his now bare chest. “Well someone has to take care of them. And if it’s me so be it.” I hummed, grinning at his smiling face. Wilbur chuckled before he leaned down and pressed our lips together in a quick kiss. “Come on now. Let’s get in the water.” He said, attempting to pull me to the water. His attempts didn’t work though because I remained where I was. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a bit.” I lied, knowing I probably would never get in the water. “You sure?” Wilbur questioned, his steps hesitating. I gave my boyfriend a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, go!” I insisted, pushing him to the water. Wilbur gave me one last smile before turning and jogging toward our three friends. 

I quickly laid down on the towel that I previously laid out and closed my eyes. I let out a deep breath as I relaxed at the feeling of the warm sun on my body. My hope was that I could get by just laying here sunbathing until they got done with the water. I should have known better. 

After a while of me just chilling on the blanket, I was startled by arms scooping me up from my towel. My eyes shot open and found my boyfriend with a stupid grin on his face. “Wilbur, what are you doing?” I questioned, slightly panicked as he began to walk back toward the water. “I have decided you’ve been sunbathing enough and you will now be joining us in the water.” He announced. My heart pounded as his feet hit the edge of the water and he kept wading in, me still trapped in his arms. “Wilbur please. I don’t want to go in. Set me down now.” I begged. Wilbur didn’t listen and kept going deeper in the water. “You ready?” He questioned once the water was just barely touching me. “No! Wilbur please!” I pleaded softly with the giant. He didn’t seem to hear me over the roar of the wave. “Go!” He yelped getting ready to launch me. “Wilbur I can’t swim!” I finally shouted hoping it would stop my boyfriend.

It was too late though, Wilbur had let me go and I was flying through the air. I let out a scream as I flew into deeper water. Right before I went under, I caught sight of my boyfriend. His eyes were wide and he was as pale as a ghost. My body slammed into the water and I was submerged. I was in too deep of water to just stand up. Wilbur had taken me out to where the water met the middle of his chest and then threw me even further. The man is 6’5 so it’s no surprise I couldn’t reach the bottom. I flailed as hard as I could. Trying desperately to reach the surface again. But I just felt like I was sinking more. A pit formed in my stomach as the memory of my dad leaving me in the pool flooded my mind. My lung ached as my body began to run out of oxygen. I couldn’t believe this was how I was going to die. 

As my vision began to darken, something grabbed my arm. With one big motion, I was pulled out of the water. I coughed as I scrambled to wrap myself around whatever had just pulled me out of my watery panic. I took deep breaths trying to restore my oxygen intake but also to calm myself down. A gentle hand found its way on my back, rubbing up and down. As I calmed down, I was able to hear Wilbur whispering sweet nothings in my ear trying to reassure me and calm me down even more. 

Wilbur quickly brought the two of us back to the sand. He attempted to set me down, but I wouldn’t let him. My arms remained wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist tightly. So instead, Wilbur simply sat down on his towel. “You guys can go back to playing” I heard him tell the others. 

A few minutes passed as we sat there in silence before I let out a shaky breath and slightly pulled away from the embrace. “Y/N. I am so so so sorry. I had no idea you couldn’t swim. I know that’s no excuse because I should have listened to you when you said to stop. I feel so horrible. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur apologized, his eyes glossy from unshed tears. “Thank you,” I croaked out, “for apologizing. I know you didn’t know and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. But you’re right. You should have stopped when I said so. But I forgive you, just don’t let it happen again. Or you’ll be in deep trouble” I teased, a weak smile adorning my face. 

Wilbur let out a small laugh, a single tear rolling down his cheek, “Believe me. It never will.” I let out a small laugh as well before leaning back in close and hugging him tightly. “I love you” I murmured into his neck. Wilbur’s hand came up to the back of my head and tugged me tighter to him. “I love you too.” 

“Are you guys done being gross? I would like to check on Y/N as well.” I heard Tommy pester from behind me. The two of us laughed as we broke apart. I slowly stood from Wilbur’s lap and turned around and found the other three standing there, looks of concern planted on their face. “I’m okay guys.” I confirmed walking forward, “Really.” Tubbo was the first to move. He ran forward and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I quickly hugged the boy back. It didn’t take long for Tommy and Phil to also join our hug. “I’m alright. I just think I’ll stay away from water I can’t stand up in for a long time.” I joked. A chuckle ruffled through the group.

The hug broke up after a few more minutes of just standing there. The five of us decided that we’d had enough excitement for one day and chose to leave and go grab something to eat somewhere. As we packed up, Tommy turned to me with a confused look, “Hey Y/N… Why would you agree to come to the beach if you hate deep water and can’t swim.” I shrugged as I laid my towel over my arm, “You and Tubbo really wanted to and I would do anything for my boys.” 

“Awwww!” The four boys let out, giving me a fond look. I rolled my eyes and pushed the shoulder of the person closest to me, which just so happened to be Tommy. “Shut up.” I muttered, walking away from the group toward the car. “Y/N! Wait! Come back!” Tubbo called. “No! I’m hungry, let’s go!” I called in return causing a rush of footsteps to pound toward me. I let out a squeak as arms wrapped around me and lifted me off the ground, swinging me around. I giggled as my feet returned to the ground once more. I turned around and of course found Wilbur standing there with a goofy smile on his face. Wilbur’s head ducked down and he pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. I sighed in contentment at the feeling and leaned further into the kiss. 

“You know, when you said you were hungry, I thought you meant for food.” Phil teased beside us. Wilbur and I broke apart, a blush adorning the both of our faces. “Phil! There are children around!” I exclaimed, pushing his shoulder slightly. Phil let out a loud laugh before responding, “I think you need to remember that as well.” I looked over and found Tubbo and Tommy with a fake grossed out look on their faces. I rolled my eyes and giggled at their nonsense…. “Last one to the car is a rotten egg!” I yelled out before booking it to the car. “Hey! Not fair!” I heard Tommy shout from behind me. Today may not have gone the smoothest. But I’m glad I got to spend it with the people I care about most. 

There you go! I hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like. 

And remember kids: If someone says no, they mean no. Don’t try to convince them to do it anyway. No means No. Do not be responsible for someone’s death because you pushed them in deep water and they couldn’t swim.

[siriushxney]

⊱┊ searing light | chapter one

— pairing ; darkling!dream x sun summoner!reader

— au ; shadow and bone

— wordcount ; 1.7k

— warnings ; cursing, talks of war, no dream yet but he will appear somewhere in the next few parts!

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the fold was scarier then you could've ever imagined — it stretched for miles upon miles, casting a shadow down upon where it stood. down onto the land of ravka. for centuries the blackness of it stood tall — no way to get through, under, or over safely. but despite the risks and dangers, with war raging on both sides of the country — you had no choice to go through for resources.

climbing out of the back of the truck, you could feel the rocks digging into the soles of your feet as you walked alongside the rest of your squadron — the cheap leather boots that were supplied to you and the rest of the first army, doing nothing to shield your feet from the rough and jagged ground. but despite the aching state that the boots left your feet in at the end of the day, you reminded yourself daily that it could've been worse. you could have been on the next skiff to enter the fold — the chance of coming back being slim to none.

anything was better than going into the fold.

“Y/L/N, why don’t you keep the move on?” another cartographer bumped their shoulder into your own, knocking you out of your tense state, and urging you to continue moving down towards your new camp.

everyone in ravka knew what the fold looked like — it was hard not to when it stood at unreachable heights and stretched the length of the country. but despite this, you had never been this close. no one ever spoke of the coldness it radiated, bringing a chill and goosebumps to anyone that dared to near it. and the thing that no one could have prepared you for at all was the sounds.

the sounds of the creatures that lived inside of the black barrier, screeching at deafening volumes and with such ferocity that it could send even the bravest of man or woman running for the hills.

with a deep breath and encouragement for yourself running through your head like a mantra, you pushed forward, closer and closer to the fold.

“Y/N!” you stopped in your tracks — the other cartographers passing you with quick feet and watchful eyes. turning, you caught a glimpse of a boy that you knew all too well — wilbur. while he was also in the first army, he was named a tracker due to his brilliant mind and tracking skills — skills that proved to be beneficial numerous times, making him one of, if not the best tracker in all of ravka. “you know, for a little mapmaker like yourself, you sure do have quick feet,” wilbur threw his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to continue walking beside him.

“you know, for an amazing tracker like yourself, you do stick out like a sore thumb — what if you're on enemy territory? they're gonna spot you from miles away, you tree.”

“I’ll have you know that despite my large stature, I’m quite good at blending into my surroundings — that and I don’t wear bright colours like them,” wilbur halted, standing awkwardly as he watched the group clothed in bright purple, blue, and red observed and trained with eagle like eyes — their hands drawn to grasp in front of their body as they waited their turn to strike the dummy.

them — the grisha.

grisha were people, much like you and wilbur, who were gifted with abilities like no other — abilities that could either take, or save a man's life. there were three orders of the grisha — the corporalki, the order of the living and the dead, who had people known as heartrenders, healers, and tailors; the materialki, the order of fabrikator’s who had people known as durasts and alkemi; and then there was etherealki, the order of the summoners, who had people known as squallers, inferni, and tidemakers.

but there was one being that you had heard about — someone they named the darkling. a grisha who did not possess an ability like any other — instead, he had the ability to summon and control darkness itself. a walking horror story with the ability to wipe out dozens if he wished.

he came from a line of them — a line consisting of only his families blood.

“I can feel their ego wafting onto us from here,” wilbur whispered slightly, not wanting any of them to hear due to their nature to lash out at people they considered ‘lower’ than themselves.

“no kidding,” you looked around the area in wonder, before looking down to your hands — a map that the head cartographer had handed each and every one of you before you arrived at the camp, displayed your tent being directly where the grisha now stood. “wait… this is where my tent is supposed to be, is it not?” you spun slightly as if it would magically appear.

wilbur stopped your spinning, and guided you towards a different area of the base. “they moved our tents this way, in order for the grisha to have more room — as if the entire upper region of the base wasn’t enough for them,” he couldn't help but grumble out now that he was farther away from the gifted individuals, throwing one more glare before looking ahead once more.

you casted one more look over your shoulder as you followed beside him — one grisha catching your eye for a moment before she turned away. the purple of her uniform — something that they called a kefta, catching your eye instantly alongside the grey embroidering on it. she was a durast — someone who could manipulate things such as steel and glass.

as much as grisha were dangerous and cold — they had a knack for looking their best at every waking moment, with a style that could kill. quite literally.

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many of the first army stood shoulder to shoulder as they were awaiting orders — the general standing overhead with a paper in hand that no doubt held the list of names of the unfortunate people that would be ushered onto the skiff that would cross the fold.

wringing your hands nervously, you waited for your name or wilburs to be called, hoping and praying to any saint that would bother to listen. wilbur dug his elbow into your shoulder lightly, drawing your attention to him. “we’re among the youngest batch of the first army — we’re in the clear,” he spoke his words with such certainty. but as much as you wanted to believe him, you couldn't.

“I don’t know… I have a weird feeling, wil,” you gave him a serious look, only to be brushed off with a roll of his eyes. “I’m serious — somethings not right.”

wilbur brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for any sign of heat that could indicate sickness, before lowering it slowly and leaning it. “maybe you should rest — I think all those waffles you’ve eaten are making you fall ill,” while his joke was lighthearted, you couldn't help but sigh.

sigh over the fact that he didn’t believe you in the slightest, and sighing at the fact that you haven’t had a full meal, let alone waffles, in over five years — merely table scraps left over from the grisha’s wonderful and elegant meals they were served daily.

“attention soldiers! tomorrow is the first journey through the fold of this season, and we are taking volunteers!” the room laughed at that, the general included — no one sought out to enter the fold — you were selected and that was final. “knowing that none of you will volunteer however, I have taken it upon myself to select a group of you that will accompany the second army across the fold.”

the first army was full of people like you and wilbur — mapmakers, trackers, and ordinary soldiers that could barely hold their own in a fight. mere children when they entered the army, chosen based on how healthy they were. if you could walk, talk, and breathe normally — you were selected.

the second army however, is what the battles were one with — with grisha only ranks, they dominated against the fjerdans and the shu, two nations that had it out for ravka.

no one could bring themselves to laugh this time around — all too weary and nervous to crack a joke.

“entering the fold tomorrow will be… malyen oretsev, atlas cooper, wilbur soot...” you turned to wilbur in horror. “please come to the docks at 1600 for deployment. that will be all soldiers,” the general stepped down from the stage, leaving a room full of shocked, scared, and relieved soldiers.

he tried to put on a strong face for you, but you could see through it as if it were glass. the man that he was today had retreated into the scared and small boy who could never fight for himself. “wil…” you could only whisper tearfully, knowing full well that this moment could be the last time you’d ever see him.

wilbur slapped on the best smile he could in the situation, and pulled your into a hug. “I’m going to be okay, you hear me? if not you can kick my ass,” he laughed lightly in your ear, not able to hide the way his voice shook.

“I can’t kick your ass if you're hurt,” your mind searched for some way that you could fix this — perhaps it was a mistake? or maybe he could get out of it through faking an injury or a sickness. “what if I shot you in the foot?”

“you have a terrible aim.”

“if it means you stay, wouldn’t you take the chance?”

“I have to go.”

“wil-”

“Y/N,” he gave you a look — a look that you had given him minutes before. “I have to go — I have orders to, you know that.”

an order was an order. there was no way out. no amount of arguing, begging, or offering could buy your way out of doing something no matter what your case was, or what the order was. wilbur swore to follow orders at the beginning of his first army career, much like you had.

“I promise you I’ll come back to you.”

“you better,” your head lowered to his chest once more, basking in the warmth one more time before you had to let him go.

if there was really anything as saints, you prayed for them to watch over him.

he had to come back.

because you didn’t know what you would do if he didn’t.

— word bank

grisha [gree - shah] — unique individuals who have abilities

ravka — a country in the books of shadow and bone

corporalki [core - pour - ral - kee] — an order in the grisha

materialki [mat - eire - al - kee] — an order in the grisha

etherialki [ether - ree - al - kee] — an order in the grisha

fjerdan [fee - yair - den] — the ethnicity of fjerda residents

shu [shoo] — the ethnicity of shu-han residents

[mcyt-agere]

Asking bc im a Wilbur simp for female y/n x Wilbur where she’s feeling down and hides the fact she’s upset wills been in the office and out for a while and will comes home ands like are u ok? And she just tells him how she’s feeling and he holds her and tells her he loves her

ahh cute!!

I know it said female, but I don't think I used any specific gendered terms :/

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Alone

cg!Wilbur x gn!little!reader

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You glance up at the clock for the third time in the past five minutes.

Wilbur had promised he’d be home almost an hour ago, and you have to admit that you’re a little worried about him.

You’ve tried texting him, but he didn’t reply.

“Be home soon.”, you assure the stuffie sitting next to you on the couch.

You’re not sure if you’re trying to reassure the stuffie or yourself.

What if Will never comes home?

Tears start building up in your eyes, but you won’t let them fall.

You have to stay a little big until Wilbur gets home, but it’s getting harder and harder.

He spends so much time at his office anymore that you feel like you barely see him.

You just feel so…

So…

Alone.

The door handle starts rattling the slightest bit as you can hear Wilbur unlocking the front door.

You pull your knees up against your chest, curling up against the corner of the couch.

“y/n?”, you hear your name being called.

There’s no reply, so he begins searching the house for you.

It doesn’t take long for him to find you curled up on the couch.

“Love, are you feeling okay?”, he asks, slightly concerned by the way you don’t even stir when he enters the room.

Normally, you’re either jumping up to your feet to greet him or toddling up with some sort of toy in hand to welcome him home.

You just let out a little hum, trying not to break down right away.

He just got home, you don’t want to freak him out and make him leave you alone again.

“Can you look at me, please?”, Wilbur lowers his voice to almost a whisper, sitting on the couch next to you.

You shift a little bit, trying your best to look in his eyes.

Wilbur immediately notices the slight faraway look in your eyes, recognizing that you’re not only feeling little, but you’re also struggling not to fall apart.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

The second he asks, you immediately start crying.

He leans the slightest bit to loop one arm under your knee and the other around your middle to pull you onto his lap.

You immediately bury your face in the sweater he’s wearing, trying your best to calm down.

“If I count, can you breathe with me?”, Wilbur asks you softly.

He’s trying to be gentle and extra careful because he’s still not quite sure what is causing you to feel this way.

You don’t really reply, but he starts slowly counting anyway.

He counts to four for you to inhale before continuing to eight for you to exhale.

You follow his counting for some time before you finally catch your breath.

“Better?”, Wilbur asks you softly, a hand running up and down your back.

You nod slowly, head still racing with worries and anxiety from earlier.

“I’d like to talk about what’s bothering you, if that’s okay.”, Wilbur lifts his hand to your chin to tilt your head up.

“’kay.”, you murmur, taking another deep breath.

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”, he leaves the question relatively open-ended so you can answer however you’d like.

You take a minute to figure out how to structure your response, trying to get some sort of coherent thought to form in your ind.

“You gone so long. Lonely.”, you murmur, slightly scared to see how he’s going to react.

Wilbur doesn’t quite understand as he was only in the office for a couple of hours, but by the look on your face, you can tell he means how long he has been gone in general.

His thinking face is pretty intense, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve offended him.

“Am sowwy.”, you whisper before you rest your head against his chest again, a fresh set of tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t be sorry.”, he repeats over and over as he runs a hand up and down your back, the other arm around your waist tightly.

He pulls your head back enough to gently wipe away your tears, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

Wilbur lets you situate yourself to be curled up tightly against him before he gently starts rocking the slightest bit.

“I love you so much, baby. I’ll be at home more, I promise. I’m sorry I made you feel alone and maybe even neglected, okay? I’m so, so sorry. I love you so much, I promise.”, he hums quietly, holding you almost too tightly.

“Luv you too.”, you whisper, feeling a lot better about Wilbur being home.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog​ because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3

Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5k+

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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.

There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.

"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."

She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."

"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."

She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.

All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.

'But Y/n, I really do love you.'

There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.

The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."

"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"

"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.

"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."

"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"

"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"

"An hour it is."

Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.

"Do you think she's gonna do it?"

Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."

"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.

"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'

Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.

"Hey, guys!"

Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"

"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"

"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."

The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"

Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."

"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."

The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.

"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.

"Uh, no. I think she had work today."

"Oh, what about Y/n?"

Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'

"I... she's not coming."

"Why's that?"

"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."

"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'

"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."

"Why'd you even do that?"

"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with.  That's why I met Elise."

"Clay... you're an idiot."

"I know."

Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Wilbur?"

He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."

"What is it?"

"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"

"Yeah..."

Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"

Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."

Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'

"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.

"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."

"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."

"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.

"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.

"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.

"It's Y/n."

"What?"

"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.

"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"

Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clay."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.

"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"

"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."

She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."

"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"

"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."

"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.

Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.

Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box.  A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.

At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.

Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.

No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to."

"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.

George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?

"Here we are."

Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.

"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.

She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.

As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.

"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"

"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"

"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"

"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."

"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."

He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

"Thank you."

The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"

"I'm fine, Wilbur."

"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"

"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."

Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.

"You ready, Y/n?"

"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.

"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.

"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."

With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.

Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.

Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.

Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.

[amintyworld]

Dream SMP Fusion AU:

Certainly not me thinking about a Steven Universe AU for Dream SMP because fusions

Also, just to note: Not all fusions are for romantic relationships, so please no shipping since many of the creators are uncomfortable with that. The one somewhat romantic relationship fusion mentioned is between the characters Schlatt and Quackity, and are the only ones classified as such for the lore and story already created - I do not ship them whatsoever. Thank you.

Also, feel free to use these ideas with credit!

TW: Abusive Relationship, Toxic Realtionship, manipulation.

So like, what if during the L’manburg Independence War L’manburg was the only ones who really fused with each other, and the Dream SMP just never really thought it was useful and therefore didn’t really use it all that much for battle, pvp, etc. 

They discovered fusion one day while building the wall when a bit of debris was about to fall on Fundy and Wilbur swooped in to save him, and suddenly... a whole completely different person stood in their place. It didn’t last very long, but Wilbur from then on was determined to learn all he could about it and understand it. 

Wilbur couldn’t seem to explain his findings much scientifically, but he wrote up a journal on all he learned - how the fusion seems to combine and showcase the best parts of each individual person.

An iconic Steven Universe Scene takes place (For you SU fans, when Smoky Quartz first came to be) when Tommy in a effort to get his discs back one day tries to take Dream head on, pushing away Tubbo’s help. Tommy gets throughly beat up by Dream and in a heartfelt moment Tommy tells Tubbo that no matter what he does Dream will always win against him because he’s not strong enough. Then, Tubbo says that that’s not true, that Tommy doesn’t have to be like Dream, if anything Tommy’s like him because they both aren’t like anybody else, and it sucks, but they have each other. Finally Tommy accepts Tubbo’s help as they fuse for the first time.

Eret and Niki fused once while hanging out and dancing one day, which led Wilbur to discover how to trigger the fusion in a more controlled manner - through dancing. 

The war happens with the revolution holding better against Dream and his posse for the short fact that they had fusion on their side - they weren’t totally confident in the ability yet, which lead to some close calls to unfusing at the wrong time, but a few prominent fusions came out of it. In the end, they won and Wilbur continued to write his findings in the journal.

The election came about, and with it the exile of Wilbur and Tommy - this time the two were on the receiving end of fighting with fusions.

Wilbur even suggested on fusing together for survival - together they were more combat skilled, and better focused. After all, there was lesser chance of hurting one target than there was two. So, for a while they stayed together, at least, until Technoblade came to help.

Techno was very awkward at the whole fusion thing - it seemed stupid, and the poor pig hybrid didn’t exactly dance very well, though he was often too embarrassed to admit it. Techno didn’t understand how his two brothers could fuse so easily while he just... couldn’t. (I’m imagining Wilbur coaching him in Pogtopia while Tommy has to wear paint cans in order to each his height)

While out together, the sight of Tubbo causes Wilbur and Tommy to become so distressed they unfuse as Tubbo tells them he wants to help, and becomes their spy.

Back in Manburg, a certain goat hybrid finds Wilbur’s fusion journal and does some light reading. Schlatt thinks that he needs fusion soldiers to fight for him - from what he’s reading, these fusions are practically unstoppable. If he were to have that kind of power at his disposal, no one could stop him.

Being the ‘selfless’ leader he is, he uses himself as a test subject as he fuses with his militia - Punz, Ponk...

Quackity at first makes fun of his attempts as always within five minutes the fusion quickly falls apart. This only pisses of Schlatt more, until he comes up with an idea. 

He confronts Fundy and tells him that if he was loyal to Manburg, and their desires aligned, they’d be able to fuse no problem. Fundy agrees and they become the first completed fusion in Manburg - Fundy only does it because he wants to keep suspicion low and his cover a secret, and it somehow works. Schlatt doesn’t question Fundy much after that.

As the festival gets planned Schlatt continues his tactic of sniffing out traitors through fusion, which does not bode well for Tubbo, who keeps narrowly escaping having to fuse (Looking at the ‘I’m pregnant’ excuse-).

Back in Pogtopia, tensions rise as Wilbur and Tommy become more and more distant as Wilbur plans to blow up Manburg during the festival. 

Festival happens, not much really changes except Schlatt tries to get Niki to fuse with him to prove she wasn’t a traitor and not get killed like Tubbo - Wilbur overhears and intervenes, running away with Niki back to Pogtopia, fusing with her to help both of them escape.

When Quackity tries to leave, Schlatt forces him to fuse to stop the traitor from escaping, and for the first time, the two get trapped in a mixed up mess of a fusion - nothing is combined of the two, it’s all a mish mashed up mess - thankfully they aren’t fused for long and Quackity escapes, but both have the feeling of agony, sorrow and pain of the forced fusion in their minds. 

They take back L’manburg with some awesome fusion v fusion fights.

In a last attempt to keep from dying, Schlatt forces Quackity to fuse with him again in exchange that he release Tubbo, who was on his last cannon life (Schlatt held up a knife to his throat.) Once again, Quackity is trapped down in the painful and dark abyss as their fusion makes mass destruction. Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno all fuse to take  the unstable fusion down.

They succeed in doing so, fatally wounding Schlatt enough to corner him, the stress, drugs, and alcohol combing into a panic attack and he dies. 

From there, things proceed as normal - Techno releases the Withers, Wilbur pushes the button. 

New L’manburg is thriving with Tubbo as the new president... everyone can finally be who they want to be - wounds of course are still healing.

Quackity talks with Tubbo about his bad experience with Schlatt, and Tubbo is there to listen and always tells him that he doesn’t have to fuse if he doesn’t want to... of course fusion can be helpful (Some fusions have been helping repair the TNT and Wither damage) but, Tubbo insists, you don’t have to fuse to be able to help.

Ranboo gets a crash course in fusion basics by Phil and Ghostbur. (It’s like gem classroom, it’s all so cute guys-)

Phil also helps out Fundy who’s still iffy about Wilbur and all that he did for him... namely, fusing with Schlatt to avoid suspicion. It’s all wholesome and sweet, even with Ghostbur and his failed attempts to help in the background.

Things play out as normal in terms of plot - Techno retires, Tommy gets exiled...

Dream, at first, is very committed to blowing up Tommy’s stuff - one day, he says he won’t do it only if Tommy fuses with him, because he’s curious in how it works. 

This turns straight up unhealthy during the Beach Party when Tommy remembers all the times he used to have and how he feels so lonely, and Dream tells him that he’s always gonna be there for him even if they don’t, which results in Tommy and Dream fusing for a while whenever he comes to visit so Tommy won’t feel as lonely or as depressed. Tommy becomes dependent on Dream and the fusing and clings to it to an unhealthy amount, though Tommy of course wouldn’t admit that.

Eventually, Dream blows up Logstedshire and leads to Tommy running away in a brief moment of clarity. 

Phil gets under house arrest as the Butcher Gang try to take Techno down to kill him, but Phil, the ever to clever, gets there before they do and fuses with Techno to help take them down. They unfuse when Quackity threatens Techno’s horse, revealing that Phil snuck out. Techno covers for him and tells them that he broke Phil out, that it’s his fault and Phil had nothing to do with it. They believe him and Phil is in the clear.

The attempt fails, Techno finds Tommy and the two continue to practice fighting while fused - Tommy’s idea from his experience fighting with Wilbur - and they’re pretty strong. Ranboo and Ghostbur hang around and ooo and ahh over their moves.

Tubbo visits Tommy and as in cannon believes he’s dead but for a different reason - he finds evidence of when Tommy and Dream were playing around while fused and thinks that they’re permently fused - Dream forged a letter claiming that exact thing. Tubbo of course blames himself for losing his best friend.

Back in New L’manburg, the Butcher Gang gets fusion training too (except for Quackity) and Ranboo finally fuses for the first time with Fundy, the fusion turning into what a 12 year old would be like on redbull.

While on house arrest, Phil tries fusing with Ghostbur and to his surprise... it works - not for very long, but it works. They come to the conculsion that since Ghostbur is a ghost, that maybe it wasn’t two people fusing but instead a soul and a person, leading to the imbalance.

While Techno and Tommy are fused, they hold Connor captive and ask for ransom... leading Tubbo to be extremely confused when someone he doesn’t know is asking ransom from him who appearently knows him-?!

Only after they unfuse... Tubbo realizes that Tommy’s still... here. He’s still here and not in a fusion with Dream. Things go as in cannon.

Finally, after Dream figures out where Tommy is and tells Techno, any chance he gets with Tommy alone he tries to tell him that they could fix everything if they just fused again, and Tommy keeps finding himself refusing.

Anyway, what do ya’ll think? Should I do a follow up post for the fusions?

[thatoneao3writer]

Have some 💙!

After watching cc!Jack Manifold’s vlogs I had an idea for teen titans au:

Jack Manifold kidnaps Tommy, frequently

The first couple times Jack kidnapped Tommy he did so in typical villain fashion, doomsday plot and all that which Tommy easily foils, rinse, repeat, you get the picture.

But then one day Jack decides he wants to go golfing, because he’s not always doing crimes, he has a life, and realizes he has no one to go with him. Niki’s with her hero friends, Wilbur’s either starting his redemption arc or off stalking Fundy’s date, Tubbo is not responding to his texts, everyone he’s close to is busy and doesn’t have time for Jack Manifold.

As lonelyness begins to set in, Jack spots Tubbo with Tommy, his arch nemesis Tommy! (And yes Jack’s aware their friends, but it just really upsets him right now). Jack gets mad. How dare Tubbo spend time with Tommy, how dare everyone have someone have someone when Jack’s all alone? So he kidnaps Tubbo and Tommy, and makes them go mini-golfing with him.

Five minutes in, and Jack is seriously regretting this choice, because its chaos on the mini-golf feild. Tommy’s trying to use his speed to break the mini-golf world record, but he’s such a bad shot he’s created flying projectiles, Tubbo is completely refusing to follow the proper mini-golf course and is instead forging his own, there’s a can of soup that’s materialized out of nowhere. And Jack is in the middle, trying to keep the property damage to a minimum and stop any of the civilians around them from getting hurt, “because you can’t use a can of soup as a replacement golfball are you out of your mind???”

By the time the day is done, Jack is swearing up and down, “Never Again! Never Again!”

Then Tommy looks at him and smiles and says, “thanks man, I had a lovely time!”

And Jack is quick to dismiss this, pointing out how Tommy had complained the whole time, and Tubbo wasn’t helping, but there’s a pleased curl in Jack’s gut he tries very hard to ignore.

The next time everyone is busy again, even Tubbo (he’s with Ranboo), Jack kidnapps Tommy and tries to teach him how to fish. It’s a disaster, but now every time Jack is lonely, he kidnaps Tommy and they go and do something normal together.

Jack claims its for some evil scheme, and Tommy claims he hates it of course, and if Jack spends an afternoon planning a really cool outing he’d enjoy, and if Tommy shows up and demands to be kidnapped to disney world or another equivalent because tubbo and Ranboo got to go, its nobody’s buisness but their’s is it?

hxjsjausjanaba I LOVE THIS SO MUCH GHOSTBUR ANON QvQ

[eevee-eclair]

Family Resemblance

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: brief mention of blood, pain, crying, swearing, eating trash, mention of throwing up, (please tell me if I missed one!)

Random side note: Haha raccoon man go brrr (also it impossible for me to write pure fluff, I’m so sorry)

~~~

All of Phil’s sons had some kind of animal they were mixed with. All except for Tommy so far. Techno had pig like features, Wilbur had his fish scales, and he himself had his wings. What Tommy had, they had yet to find out.

But that didn’t bother any of them. No, it bothered Tommy because he looked different. But his family started getting hopeful when Techno noticed small habit changes.

He saw him spending more time at night than the morning and was always waking up late. He took up whistling and hissed at anything that was vaguely threatening. Tommy also became more nosy and destructive than normal. His room was always a mess, but he refused to clean it.

So a few days after his fifteenth birthday when he gained his physical animal traits, no one was that surprised.

———

Techno was always the first awake. After he finishes his first cup of coffee, Wilbur usually comes up and then Phil is right behind him. Tommy has started to sleep in later, but he was always up an hour or so later.

But today he never showed up. It was almost noon before they all went to his room to see if he was awake. What they found delighted them and scared them; mostly scared them though.

Tommy was laying on his floor, a deep growl coming from somewhere in his throat. He looked in pain so they all rushed over. He saw them and hissed, trying to crawl away but ended up backing himself into a corner.

Phil held Techno and Wilbur back and pointed at his face. “Look, does his face look darker to you?”

The two older boys looked at their younger brother and nodded. “Yeah, like there’s a mask on him,” Wilbur said.

Techno pulled away and slowly made his way to Tommy. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re okay, buddy,” he mumbled, crouching down. “It’s me, Blade.” He held out a hand.

Tommy calmed down slightly and seemed to sniff Techno’s hand. He recognized his brother’s sent and relaxed fully. Now he just looked scared.

“It hurts, Techno...” he whined, curling in on himself.

He sat down fully and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know, bro. You’ll be okay soon, I promise. Anything you need?” he asked, looking into his sky blue-turning-brown eyes.

Tommy whimpered in pain again. He pointed to his trash can. “Can you bring that over here..?”

Wilbur rushed it over. Everyone expected him to throw up, but they weren’t expecting him to eat the rotten food bits out of it. Phil quickly took it away.

“Whoa! You know trash is bad for ya, Tommy!” he cried, putting it back where Wilbur found it.

“But it tastes so good!” he wailed. “And it’s the only thing I haven’t thrown up since this morning!”

Techno sighed and turned to his dad. “Remember how I eat potatoes, Wilbur loves eating seaweed, and you eat seeds all the time? This is his food,” he explained. “Trash.”

“But that’s not healthy!” Phil argued. “Tommy how does steak sound? Or a Gapple?”

Tommy shook his head. “I snuck some earlier and they just came right back up. I’ve been living on trash since three,” he said, holding his stomach.

Wilbur sat down, worried. “Three am?! Tommy, why didn’t you wake us up?!”

“I didn’t wanna bother you... Plus, I was quiet! Techno didn’t even know I was there!” Tommy responded, frowning.

Said brother sighed. It was true, he didn’t hear or notice a thing last night. “True. But how’d you manage to sneak the Gapples from my room?” he asked, very confused. He was the lightest sleeper and most observant person in their family so it was hard to get into his room without him knowing, let alone steal.

“I was qui—“ he cut himself off with a large cry of pain. “Fuck! My back!”

Everyone looked to see a tail trying to push its way through. Tommy kept swearing and Phil didn’t badger him about it; he knew how painful this must be. He turned to Wilbur.

“Go call Tubbo and see if he can come home. I think seeing him will help Tommy,” he said.

Wilbur nodded and ran to the phone while Techno tried to reassure Tommy he was okay. He picked it up and punched in Tubbo’s number. It took a few rings before he picked up.

“Hello?”

Wilbur sighed in relief. “Tubbo! It’s me, Wil! Can you come here as fast as possible? I know you’re at a friend’s house but Tommy’s finally gained his physical animal traits and we think seeing you will help him.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right over!” he asked. Wilbur could hear him pulling on shoes.

Wilbur nodded, even though he couldn’t see. “Please hurry.” He hung up the phone and ran back upstairs.

Tommy’s tail was half out and they could see the tips of some ears. He sat back down next to him and rubbed his back. “Tubbo will be here soon, okay? You’re doing so good!”

He didn’t respond, he just kept swearing and crying. After about five minutes, the doorbell rang and Wilbur rushed downstairs to let Tubbo in.

“He’s upstairs, come on,” Wilbur said, dragging him in immediately and running back with Tubbo. “He’s here!”

Tommy looked up and whined. His eyes were completely brown and his tail was almost out. Tubbo ran over and sat in front of him.

“Hey, Tommy! It’s okay, you’ll be okay, alright? Do you trust me?” Tubbo got a small nod and he gave a brave smile. “Good. Then trust me when I say it’ll be over soon. Just hold on a little longer,” he said, holding onto Tommy’s hand. Tommy squeezed back, not saying anything but the occasional cuss word.

Phil stood up, knowing his youngest was in safe hands. “I’ll go get towels,” he told them before running off.

Techno watched him go and brought the trash can back over. “Here, Tommy. Eat some trash before he gets back. I used to eat out of the trash all the time and I turned out fine.”

Tommy gave a weak laugh but didn’t reach for what he called food. “N-not hungry...” he muttered.

“Let’s wait until his ears are out,” Wilbur suggested. “His tail is out and when his ears show the pain will ease up enough for him to eat.”

Tubbo nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He took a glance at Tommy. “He look like a raccoon,” he told them, trying to start conversation.

Techno started making a pile of edible food for his brother. “Yeah, considering what I’ve seen him do that makes perfect sense.”

“What’s he been doing?” Tubbo asked.

As Techno filled Tubbo in on Tommy’s new behaviors, Wilbur comforted him. Eventually, Tommy let out a content sigh and let go of Tubbo’s hand, going completely limp.

“That hurt like hell,” he sighed after a while. “Why’d it hurt so bad..?”

Phil walked in with towels and handed one to Techno. “Because your body is rearranging itself to comply with the new appendages,” he explained, starting to dry the blood off his new tail while Techno worked the ears.

Tommy tried to pull away but was too tired to do much so he just let them continue. “I gotta wash these fuckers now, don’t I?” Everyone nodded and he huffed. “That’s no fair! Techno doesn’t have to wash his fangs!”

Techno snorted and Phil sighed. “No he doesn’t, but he still has to take care of his skin just like Wilbur goes swimming everyday and I go flying every morning.”

“Oh poo! You guys don’t have to brush knots out of something you can’t reach!”

Wilbur stepped in. “No, but it’s just as difficult. Swimming takes a lot of energy out of me and dad still has to groom his wings. Techno eats Gapples not just to stay strong but because it’s just as important as us eating vegetables,” he explained.

Techno and Phil pulled away and helped sit Tommy upright. As he reached for the pile of trash, they all took a good look at him.

His tail and ears had dark rings and his eyes were dark, almost black. He had a dark pattern on his face that looked like a mask and his teeth were a little sharper. His nose was slightly pinker and Tubbo gasped before leaning forward and booping him.

Tommy dropped his food bit and bleped, causing everyone—even Techno—to make an ‘aww’ sound. They all took turns booping him and he started to get angry.

“Stop that,” he said, pouting. “Let me eat!”

They all snickered and let him go back to eating. After he had finished, he yawned and curled his tail around his legs.

“Tired?” Phil asked with a small laugh. “It’s only two in the afternoon, son.”

Tommy huffed. “But I’m sleepy! Can I....“ he trailed off and they watched his gaze wonder to the gold bits holding Techno’s cape on. He reached for them and Techno moved away.

“Hey, hands off, Tommy!” he scolded. Then he saw the look of shame on his brother’s face and sighed. “Sorry, that was harsh. It’s just your animal instincts. Don’t worry, we’ll help you learn to control them.”

He nodded and dug through the trash some more. Tubbo was the one to break the awkward silence.

“So, what now? Do I have to go or can I stay?”

Phil smiled. “You’re always welcome to stay, Tubbo. I’m sure Tommy would appreciate it too.”

Tommy pulled out a Gapple core and started chewing on it. “Yeah! I can show you how to climb a tree and dig through trash!” he said with a mouthful of food.

Wilbur took the core from him. “You know how to climb a tree...?” he asked. Techno was just as confused.

“Yeah, it’s not hard!” He stood up and pulled Tubbo up with him. “Come on!”

Tommy’s family watched him go, his new tail wagging from side to side in a blur. Wilbur stood up and sighed. “Well, I’m going swimming. Have fun you two.”

Wilbur walked away and Techno got up also. “I’m gonna make sure they don’t hurt themselves,” he said, following his brother out the door.

After a while, Phil stood up and walked out to start on dinner. Apparently Tommy did know how to climb a tree so they all watched him leap from branch to branch.

Everyone agreed that a raccoon suited him perfectly.

~~~

Hey, thanks for reading this! If you enjoyed please reblog, it helps me stay motivated to write more. Comments are also very appreciated! I might also write some Tubbee or Tubbo with horns if this gets enough attention

(Also, sorry for the rushed ending)