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anarchiststories · 3 years ago

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petnames <3

multiple x reader

summary: pet names i belive the dsmp would use <3 this doesn't include minors wordcount: 1.5k notes: these are all in character! sorry for the recent angst btw

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dreamxd ➼ doll, angel, little one ❧ he never thought doll would fit you so well, but then he saw you dressed up for a date and it just... fit you so well ❧ he views you like a pretty little doll that sits on his shoulder, watching over him ❧ angel!! ❧ he started calling you angel because of one morning ❧ you two were watching the sunrise and he was just... amazed by how well the sunlight illuminated your features ❧ you looked like an angel to him<3 ❧ you're a tiny human compared to him ❧ and he thinks it's very cute ❧ "angel, what is it you desire? anything in the entire world, you name it and it's yours."

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dreamwastaken ➼ love, angel, baby ❧ his go-to is love ❧ he doesn't really know why, but he assumes it's because of he's a simp he loves you so much ❧ dream, no-cap, heard xd call his partner angel one day and wanted to be an asshole so he took it ❧ you're his precious baby and he wants to protect and keep you safe <3 ❧ "cmere baby, i'll keep you safe and warm. i promise."

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georgenotfound ➼ princess/prince, bunny, kitten ❧ i feel like prince/princess just comes with him ❧ like, everyone talks about how pretty he is and how like he's a "king" ❧ but he thinks you're the most beautiful creature around ❧ one time he laughed because you were eating a salad and were focused on the carrots ❧ so he started calling you bunny ❧ sapnap called you george's discord kitten ❧ "i love you, bunny. you're too good for me."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── sapnap ➼ sugar, pretty girl/boy/baby, sweetcheeks ❧ this mf ❧ he told you that you're sweeter than any sugar in the world on your first date ❧ and has called you sugar ever since ❧ he thinks you're just... so pretty ❧ like woah ❧ he's an ass man and i'm not taking criticism. ❧ "you're doing great, sugar. look at you go."

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badboyhalo ➼ muffin, dear, sweetie ❧ muffin just comes with being his s/o ❧ bad believes the name dear is very ❧ like intimate ❧ it makes him feel like you're really his ❧ and sweetie just came around one day and it's stuck ❧ "muffin, don't do that! let me, it's not safe for you!"

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── wilbursoot ➼ birdie, angel, love ❧ birdie is his #1 pet name and i will fight you on that ❧ you're his pretty songbird<3 ❧ angel came mostly after he got revived, since you were the first person he saw and he's orienteded you as his saving grace ❧ aka his angel ❧ hes super sappy in private moments ❧ so like, when he's laying with you and he curls your hair around his finger ❧ "oh love... you're too precious for me."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── jschlatt ➼ little one, precious, pet ❧ schlatts a big guy ❧ right ❧ so he's gonna call you little one and mock you a lot ❧ you're the one thing he values more than anything ❧ more than his own life ❧ you're so precious to him ❧ he's a dom so pet. ❧ "oh, little one, cmere... you've had a tough day, huh?"

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── quackity ➼ feather, baby, mi corazon ❧ ok get this ❧ so one morning you two had decided that you were gonna have a lazy day at home ❧ and you woke up just covered in his feathers ❧ it was super sweet and he started calling you feather ❧ he's a baby guy. not babe. not bby. baby. ❧ mi corazon is just one of the few ways he tells you he loves you without actually saying it ❧ yknow? ❧ "you're so kind to me, mi corazon. thank you."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── karl jacobs ➼honey bun, sweetie, baby ❧ he's a honey bun guy ❧ and i think we can all agree on that ❧ he'd use the most like sappy nicknames every omg ❧ he'll call you sweetie when you're near others/people he knows (like sapnap or george) ❧ but he only uses baby when you're alone ❧ like waking up together ❧ "mmh.. good morning, baby."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── technoblade ➼ darling, sweetheart, pumpkin ❧ piglins are protective and possessive, right? yeah? okay ❧ he'd call you darling after this once incident ❧ he was helping phil with his house and called out for you and it just stuck with him ❧ he's just ❧ so in love with you <3 ❧ like wow, you actually want to be with him. crazy. ❧ sweethearts such a devoted pet name ❧ like it helps show the world you belong to him <33 ❧ pumpkin!! ❧ tubbo and ranboo had made you two pumpkin pie once ❧ and you ate your slice so quickly that he barely noticed you had one ❧ he smiled at you so softly and just called you pumpkin ❧ "hey, darlin'? i need a hand over here- and maybe a slice of of pumpkin bread."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── awesamdude ➼ lovebird, prince/princess, bub ❧ lovebird is such an underrated pet name wtf ❧ he uses it so often that he barely calls you by your actual name anymore ❧ not that you're complaining ❧ he views you like royalty ❧ so he calls you prince/princess <3 ❧ hes such a bubs type of guy ❧ "hey, lovebird? gosh you're gorgeous today."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── nihachu ➼ sweetheart, my love, little flame/kleine flamme ❧ she thinks of you as like her childhood/high school sweetheart ❧ even if you've only known each other for a few years ❧ my love is just ❧ her ❧ yknow? yeah, you know ❧ now, she's an arsonist ❧ and she loves you ❧ so you're her little flame<3 ❧ "kleine flamme? do you mind joining me over here?"

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captainpuffy ➼ stars, my love, darling ❧ ok so one night you two are out laying under the stars ❧ and you sighed and said something kind of sad ❧ and she felt bad, so she started calling you her stars ❧ she loves you just so much <3 ❧ you're her love ❧ darling is kind of instinctual to her ❧ "my star? ah, there you are. come, i want to introduce you to my son, foolish."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── the_eret ➼ sweets, beatuiful, darling ❧ erets so sappy/cheesy like wow ❧ he tried using sweetheart but it just didn't fit his vibe ❧ so they use sweets <3 ❧ she uses ALL types of complimentary pet names ❧ this includes beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, etc. ❧ he wants to make sure you know how pretty you are ❧ "darling, you're the most beautiful person alive. let me show you what i mean."

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── punz ➼ my girl/boy/partner, babe, gorgeous ❧ he calls you my girl/boy/partner in front of others all the time ❧ like deadass ❧ and its super cute ❧ he'll call you babe too, like if you're doing something and he needs your attention rq ❧ gorgeous, on the other hand ❧ that's for times away from others ❧ an old friend of punzs accidentally told the rest of their group ❧ and now they make fun of him, lovingly ❧ "gorgeous, you need to sleep. cmere, lay on my chest."

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philza ➼ my light, honey, blossom ❧ so, phils half crow right ❧ crows like shiny things and you.. ❧ you came in like a shining ray of light that brightened his world ❧ he's a honey guy and i won't take no for an answer. /j ❧ he thinks blossoms just a cute nickname ❧ thats really it ❧ he uses blossom so much like wow ❧ "you made all this for me, blossom? aw, thank you!"

────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── fundy ➼ bunny, dove, buttercup ❧ am i making a pun because he's a fox so he'd call his partner bunny? ❧ yes. yes i am. ❧ BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BC HE WOULD ❧ he started calling you dove after the first time he saw you wear a dress ❧ you looked like an innocent, little dove ❧ he wanted to use his own little special nickname ❧ since his dad calls his step-mom birdie ❧ so he decided on buttercup ❧ "bunny! bunny cmere, i wanna show you somethin' i found!"

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angel-anoetic · 4 years ago

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Hey there! Sorry school is being a bitch for you, I get how that feels. Don't wanna place even more work on you, but could I have some headcannons of a few MCYTs (vould Jack and Punz be 2 of them) with an s/o who has really a really conflicting style? Like goth with a baby face and a sugary smile and glittery nail polish? Tysm!

hello! yeah it's been crazy but thankfully it's almost over! never worry about 'extra work' writing is my comfort thing and i LOVE getting requests that i can bring to life. here are some hc and i hope you enjoy <3

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HC! DreamSMP x Reader

[ JackManifold, Punz, Niki, HBomb, GeorgeNotFound]

genre: /rom, headcanon

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed any)

masterlist <3

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c!JackMaifold

He loves you regardless of how you dress, and always supports you when you want to experiment with looks.

This month you've decided to try out love core and kawaii

"Jack! What do you think of my outfit?"

You had on some denim jeans with light pink hearts sewn on, and a pink sweatshirt depicting small grey stars and hearts.

He stared at the get-up for a minute, trying to decide how he really felt about it.

"I, personally, feel like a darker jumper would look better but I do think that you look amazing."

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, for always helping me feel good about myself."

"Of course."

c!Punz

Punz definitely enjoys seeing your outfits. He thinks it's cool that you can mash up two different things and bring them together.

Today you wanted to go for grunge and dark academia look, something that was a little easier to mix.

You had on a vintage band shirt with some high-waisted pants and an oversize cardigan.

"I'm going to hang out with Niki, be back later."

"Bye-woah hold up." You stopped and faced him, fixing your hair.

He admired the outfit, "I really like what you're wearing, it looks super nice. You know what would make it better though?"

He reached around the desk for a few minutes then pulled out a ring with a black stone. He slipped it onto your finger and spun you around.

"There, it really completes it, don't you think?"

"Yeah actually. Wow, you have a good eye Punz."

"of course I do." You both laughed.

c!Niki

Niki LOVES to see your outfits. You both take inspiration from each other, no matter how wild it can be.

Your style was mainly cottage core with a hint of punk.

Today you had on a leather jacket with small mottoes and patches sewn on, alongside a floral shirt and plaid high-wasted plants. Your boots had some spikes on the sides.

When you walked out of the bathroom Niki immediately went to hug you.

"You look amazing! Do a spin please please please!" You spun around, laughing at her excitement.

"This outfit looks so good!"

Over the next few weeks, you start practicing makeup looks on her, trying different levels of intensity and styles.

c!HBomb

He enjoys your outfits and thinks it's really cool that you're so comfortable expressing yourself.

Your style tended to be a combination of goth with a lot of lighter elements. Sometimes you change your hair color, other times it was just your make-up.

Today you had decided to go for really colorful makeup to go along with the outfit.

"What do you think?" You leaned in showing off the makeup look of the day.

"Hm...personally, I think that less blush is the move but overall I like it."

You looked in the mirror and considered his words.

"Nope." He laughed and looked at you as you sat next to him.

"Whatever, you're a trendsetter on your own so what do I know?"

"Exactly!"He shook his head, wrapping his arm around you, and played with your hair.

c!GeorgeNotFound

Let's just say the styles turned his head around.

You'd come marching through the living room with a very light and flowy outfit but your makeup was heavy, almost electric.

It always had neon and poppy colors while your outfits were angelic, white, almost pure.

"I think that this shirt would look better." He handed you a light blue flowy shirt.

"You're helping me pick my outfits now? Aww Georgie!"

He laughs and hugs your waist.

"I just think that I can give you a bit more advice on some outfits. Don't expect this to be regular."

It becomes regular.

Sometimes he helps you to choose your makeup somedays, or just straight up tells you to start over because it doesn't match your OOTD.

You start to hate how right he is some days. /light hearted

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp headcanon #c!jack manifold x reader #c!Punz x reader #c!Niki x reader #c!nihachu x reader #c!Hbomb x reader #c!gnf x reader #c!georgenotfound x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader

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sunnywritings · 4 years ago

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gentle reminders

request: n/a pairing: c!niki x reader genre: fluff word count: 883 warnings: self-deprecation pronouns: gender-neutral summary: you are talking shit about yourself while alone in your’s and niki’s bakery, and while you’re speaking out loud niki returns and hears you.

i used flowers and stars as things the character likes!! as i do see anyone can like that stuff(even if it is a stereotypical girl like), if you dont i do apologize but it was what i thought of at the time!! <3

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you leaned back in the chair behind the counter of the bakery. it was quiet outside, other than the water from the end of the river flowing by, creating some form of noise. the silence seemed loud, which should’ve been impossible by any measure, yet it seemed so real to you.

normally someone would’ve visited by now, wilbur, puffy, or tommy even. as much as the kid was loud at least he held a conversation with you. not even niki was nearby, out gathering materials for the bakery and home she had explained before leaving, hugging you while you stood in the kitchen.

but now that she was gone, leaving you to watch over the bakery, you were alone with your thoughts. for some people in this server this would be fine, but you had never vocalized your thoughts before. the doubts you had, the insecurities, or how you stared at your reflection for too long and critiqued yourself.

even at the thought of everything you could list about yourself that you hated made your eyes sting with tears. your eyes shimmered slightly, glossy from the forming tears. you were alone, surely it would be fine if you said it outloud, no one would hear, maybe it would be therapeutic. you’d heard tommy say things about himself out loud, though that was usually positive reinforcement to his growing ego.

your eyes remained on the ceiling, head back so the tears couldn’t fall, barely formed to begin with. “I’m so stupid,” you muttered, voice soft, memories of every embarrassing moment coming back like a tsunami, “blind, dense, fragile, sensitive.” the only thing you could think to do was keep going. as you spoke you leaned back up, head down and hands clasping behind your head, elbows propped up against the counter. “i don’t see what others see in me-” your voice cracked, hiccuping slightly as a few stray tears hit the counter, “maybe they see a facade, a lie. am i lying to them that i’m a good person? is it fake-”

suddenly you were forced to look up, a soft yelp of surprise leaving you when that happened. your previously clasped hands falling to the table while you looked upward. niki had silently come into the bakery, intending to surprise you with your favorite flowers before she had heard your self-deprecating rant. she had decided to step in almost as soon as she heard you, and had grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her.

just from looking at her, or the situation being obvious, you knew she had heard you. maybe it was the new fire-y look in her eyes or how she was frowning at you. though her frowning only reinforced your opinion that you were putting up a front.

before anything could be said she let go, walking around the counter and quickly bringing you into a hug. you were still in a small state of shock when she did so, subconsciously leaning your head into her shoulder for comfort. your body was still tense, even when niki began to speak. “everything you just said about yourself isn’t true. you are so kind to everybody, generous, and you are so strong against everything that has happened. you have been through everything with us, and have stood up for me countless times. been my voice when i can’t speak.” niki’s voice cracked slightly at the end, her grip around you tightening.

“please, you are so much better than you think you are.” she finished, leaning back to look you in the eyes. tears stained her shoulders, from you obviously, and when you finally looked her in the eyes you could see just how glossy they had become.

suddenly you broke out into a sob, pulling her back for a hug and weeping into her shoulder. she could only return the hug, rubbing comfortingly at your back. “i’m so tired, niki.” you murmured, your sobbing turning into sniffling after a few minutes.

“i know love.” niki hummed, leaning back from the hug again. “you’re tired of yourself and what we’ve been through,” she hit the head on the nail with that comment, “but you are so perfect to me.” as she spoke she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss between your brows. “i could go on about everything i love about you, from how you glow when you talk about the stars or flowers you love, or how you get this cute little grin when you’re in a conversation you enjoy.”

her words soothed you more than she knew, “a gentle reminder, everyone here appreciates you, you’re not lying to any of us.” niki had seen you at your worst before, so you knew she wasn’t lying. your heart swelled, able to hear the gentle bumping in your own ears. slowly you leaned back into a hug, sniffling quietly. “thank you niki.” you murmured, tightening your hold on her.

“of course, i’d do anything for you.” niki hummed in return. silence set between you both, comfortable silence. both of you were content with the silence, finding comfort in how the other was becoming your pillar. eventually you grew tired, crying was a draining hobby after all. finally, you fell asleep in her arms, comfortable and happy, feeling better than before.

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anon-writer · 4 years ago

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Ghosting

TW: Mentions of Death, Manipulation, Cursing, and potentially more

Note: If there are more I will add another Trigger Warning in the chapter beforehand and update this post. Also please feel free to comment or message me if there is a triggering subject not mentioned that is shown in the fanfic.

Summary: Reader is stuck roaming the lands of the smp as a ghost after using their lives at the hands of Dream. Now centuries later haunting a library reader is faced with a new problem that will cause them to reunite with a familiar face and those who are stuck dealing with him.

Parts:

Index, Prelude, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

Coming soon:

Laptop/browser Playlist, Mobile friendly Playlist

#c!dream x reader #c!nihachu x reader #gender neutral y/n #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #c!dreamwastaken x reader #ghosting fic #anon writer #tw// death #tw// cursing #tw // manipulation #tw: death #tw: cursing #tw: manipulation

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sagegreenprose · 3 years ago

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Hey!! Could I have a dsmp charecter matchup if you have time? My name’s Cassandra, but I mostly go by Cass. My pronouns are she/they and I’m bisexual. I have a don’t have a preference. My Myers Briggs type is ENFJ! I am totally extroverted, I love to meet new people. I have strawberry blonde hair with hot pink streaks. I have pale skin and greeen eyes, I also wear these huge black glasses! I love art, singing, coding and drawing! I come of as enthusiastic,passionate and charismatic! On the inside I tend hide my feelings with a smile, which doesn’t always end well. My anxiety,depression,ADHD and low self confidence always seem to get the best of me. I believe that there is good in everyone’s heart, which sometimes doesn’t end up good cause I tend to be manipulated easily

I see you best paired with...

C!Niki Nihachu!

Niki finds your optimistic views on people refreshing. It reminds her of how she used to be when she first joined the SMP. She does find herself scared that someone will hurt you and take advantage of you. Thus, she has sworn she'll protect you with her life. You are, after all, the love of her life.

She loves your art and how creative you are and it helps inspire her to keep baking. When she sees any of your drawings with colors in them, expect baked goods with the same color pallette.

Niki will always remind you that you should indeed be confident in yourself, because everything about you is amazing to her. From your enthusiasm and passion, to your skills in coding, art, and singing.

Niki is a good person to confide in. She'll always listen to anything you'd like to say and she's got a soothing voice. If you're having anxiety or even a full-on anxiety attack, she'll be there for you.

She's an introvert, so I hope you don't mind when she just needs some time to herself to wind down from socializing. She does need affection often though, to remind her that you're there.

Also, quality time is a must for her. She loves spending time with you. With you, she finds socializing to not be stressful at all.

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Hope you found my match to be satisfactory! Writing this reminded me of just how much I like both cc!Niki and her character. Man, when she told Jack that she started baking again... I legit cried at that very moment while watching the vod. One of my favorite quotes from the SMP.

#niki nihachu #matchup #dream smp #nihachu #c!nihachu #bookofffandoms #c!nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #dsmp #not roleplay

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fleogecorpse · 2 years ago

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(Origins SMP: Platonic)While mining and searching for the deep dark, how does Phantom-hybrid!Wilbur and Inchling-hybrid!Sneeg react to meeting Warden-hybrid!reader? Say reader is passive unless attacked, how will the other people on the server?

New Book

"No Fear"

Origins SMP x Warden! Reader

Warnings: none

Casual

Looking back now, Sneeg regrets ever agreeing to Wilbur's plan to go mining in the deep dark.

While mining, Wilbur slips and let's out a yelp and caused the shriekers to.. shriek; that being the final warning of the mighty warden awakaning from its sleep to kill everything in sight.

Now there it was, an 11 fucking feet tall warden towering over them, half of Wilbur's body phased into the ground with both him and Sneeg looking up at them in fear.

But it doesn't attack, instead tilts their head in curiosity.

"Who are you?" You ask them and let your large hand out to shake.

They were surprised. Warden were shown to kill no matter who or what it was. So you must have been a mutant/hybrid.

You three introduce yourselves, the duo deciding to lead you to the surface and show everyone who you are.

Philza, Schlatt and Techno were shocked and skeptical. What were you doing not attacking the entities? But after a bit of studying they realized that full wardens were the ones that did that. They were less tense, but still wary.

Scott, Charlie, Captain Sparkles and Tubbo were happy to show you around, dragging you to show their builds and give you food.

Beau, Tommy and Fundy were excited, ready to drag you into whatever the fuck they're planning.

Niki, Jack, Ranboo and Badlinu didn't really care but they were friendly towards you.

#origins smp x reader #origins smp #wilbur soot x reader #sneegsnag #c philza x reader #phantombur #jack manifold x reader #fundy x reader #nihachu x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #sbi x reader #slimecicle

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beeindaclouds · 2 years ago

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Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

💮 anon

💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

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

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

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

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moriiartist · 2 years ago

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LIKE INK IN WATER

Masterlist

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PAIRING: Ghost!Eret x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Get a job as a tour guide at the local historic castle!’, they said. ‘It’ll be fun!’, they said. Well, now a specter of the last monarch to be crowned in its old halls has decided you’re the best thing since sliced bread, and you have to live with it.

WARNINGS: Mild language, implied/referenced death, implied/referenced murder, body horror, fainting mention

A/N: Okay- I know the warnings look bad, but in my opinion the fic is a lot lighter than it may first appear. Don’t judge a book by its cover, or... something. Anyways, enjoy, and remember to take care of yourselves y’all!

When you stepped into the darkened, cavernous expanse of the great hall from the brightness of the front lawns, you had only two things on your mind: a fresh cup of coffee and your need for a new jacket.

The squeaking of your sneakers echoed off the high stone walls and reverberated throughout the room, no doubt audible throughout the empty building. It was difficult for sound to permeate the castle’s infrastructure; the birdsong, the wind, all of it was muffled. You could almost forget that there was a world outside of the site’s sprawling grounds, that you hadn’t been transported back into the dark ages.

The emptiness was unnerving, especially during your first few days on the job, but you’d quickly grown to love it while it lasted. The serenity wouldn’t last long- not when, in about an hour, the castle would be swarming with tourists and their ankle biters.

“‘Morning Sam,” you murmured blearily as you dumped your bag onto the security kiosk’s counter, rifling through it for your employee ID.

“Guess again,” a cheery voice greeted you, and you paused. Blinking up at the person behind the glass, you felt your eyebrows shoot up so fast that it almost hurt. The grin that spread across your face was painful in its own right, wide and broad.

“Tubbo! I didn’t know you were working today,” you beamed, sleepiness forgotten as you greeted the teen. His grin, coupled with a bright gleam in his eye, was even brighter than your own.

Tubbo shrugged, a mirthful gleam in his eye as he took your offered ID and scanned it into the security system with deft fingers. The bright glow of the computer screen illuminated his youthful features and compact, soft face, turning his skin a ghostly shade of pale blue. Catching your eye, he grinned mischievously.

No doubt about it. If Tubbo died and somehow came back, he’d be a poltergeist.

Although he was only eighteen, he’d been working at the site for three years; much longer than you, barely a month in. Security, site maintenance, guiding tours- he’d done them all. The two of you had grown close, what with all the time you’d spent around each other, and although you would be hard-pressed to admit it, you had begun to think of the kid as a little brother.

“Sam was sick today, and couldn’t come in.”

You nodded sagely. “Ponk?”

“Ponk,” he agreed.

Despite the fact that you could count the number of times you’d met Ponk on two hands, it’d been enough for you and the rest of your coworkers to develop a healthy fear of her. She was perfectly nice, if a bit of a prankster, but when it came to Sam’s workaholic tendencies…?

You winced. He definitely needed the rest, but you did not want to know what atrocities Ponk had committed in getting him to stay home for the day.

The computer beeped, and Tubbo slid your ID back through the slot in the glass with a grin. “I heard you’re chaperoning some ghost hunters this weekend.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Yeah. It’s kind of stupid, but I’m getting paid overtime for it, so.”

“Really?” he hummed, tipping his head to the side and cupping his chin in his palm. “Sounds like someone’s a skeptic.”

You hesitated.

“I don’t… know,” you said, drawing the words out. “As far as I’m concerned, the spookiest thing in this castle the lack of air conditioning. I’ll mind my own business, and so can the ghosts- spirits, or whatever.”

“Fair,” Tubbo snickered, his grin widening into something with entirely too many teeth. “You’ll have to tell me what show came by. I want to watch the footage when the episode releases.”

“Yeah, yeah. See you later, Tubs,” you sighed, ignoring his blatant attempt to psyche you out.

“Good luck!”

Kentillie Hold was many things to many different people. To you, it was the place where you spent your working hours, spouting scripts to visitors and their bored children. To historians, it was the crowning jewel of an ancient kingdom to rival Britain’s own, and the setting for one of the most brutal executions in history. To tourists… it was pretty and a good place to pose for Instagram pictures.

And it was, apparently, one of the most haunted places in England. At least, according to all the ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts that swamped the place, it was.

If you had been asked if you believed any of those claims a month ago, you would’ve called bullshit. Since your childhood, ghosts had always been a scare tactic that’d been used against you to, whether it be just to elicit some sort of reaction, or coerce you into doing something out of fear.

Years had passed, and you’d long since come to the realization that ghosts weren’t something to be afraid of- because they weren’t real. It was kind of ridiculous, the idea that the spirits of the dead had returned to the world of the living to just… hang out?

However, since your time spent at Kentillie, you were beginning to reconsider your stance on the subject.

It was easy to imagine that a place like the Hold was filled to the brim with ghosts. It was old- very, very old. Though there’d been no written record of when it was built, it had been estimated to be around 1040- almost twenty years earlier than Berkhamsted Castle. The stone walls and portcullis were crumbled and grey with age, with vines of ivy and climbing roses continually threatening to overtake the structure entirely.

Entire sections of the castle were forbidden for both staff and visitors to enter because of the rot that had done away with the castle for years before its restoration. One of the maintenance men actually had to quit because, while taking a shortcut through the restricted rooms, he had fallen through the floors and into the dungeons.

The Hold needed a lot of maintenance, too. It seemed like every other week something needed to be repaired or replaced. In fact, you’d heard that over the weekend the mirrors in the King’s Chambers had needed to be deep-cleaned. Something about the metal backing rusting and causing red fluid to start leaking out of the glass?

You had only held your job for a brief time, but that was more than long enough for you to begin to notice the… odd happenings within the site’s halls. Stuff- yours and your coworker’s- consistently disappeared and reappeared in spots they definitely weren’t in before. Guests mentioned hearing disembodied voices near closing hours, footsteps that followed them down the hall; movement out of the corner of their eyes that, when they turned to investigate, revealed nothing there.

The earnestness with which they recounted these events was enough to make even the most hard-core skeptic waver in their beliefs. Unnerving to say the least- especially when you were a witness of some of these encounters yourself.

You did your best to put it out of your mind, but more often than not you felt watched. The sensation of intangible eyes boring holes into you during your work shifts was a familiar one. Random chills, goosebumps, and running into inexplicably cold patches of air, even more so.

Acknowledging it only invited childhood fear back, so you didn’t. At least, not consciously.

More importantly than the Hold’s age or the toll that time had taken on it in reinforcing the mythology of paranormal happenings was the history held within its hallowed halls; the long, winding tale of one of the most powerful (and obscure) royal lineages to ever exist, and of a betrayal that rivaled the drama of the Ides of March.

“Do any of you know who the last reigning monarch of Kentillie Hold was?” you asked politely, gaze sweeping over the faces of the tour group you were leading. They stared at you, faces blank and uncomprehending. Someone coughed.

After checking in with Tubbo, you’d been launched into the routine that dictated your day-to-day work life: you stowed your stuff away in the staff room (which was really just a repurposed part of the cellar), changed into your uniform, and prepped for the tours that you were slated to corral. It was well past noon and you were leading your fourth- and most boring- group of your shift.

Despite the difficulty, you kept your smile staunchly plastered across your face. It wasn’t very often that you met someone who knew, given how deep the Herobrines were in the British monarchy’s shadow. However, having to explain the same thing over and over again to people who rarely cared was… tiring, to say the least.

Since it was a weekday, there were fewer people visiting. The ballroom was quiet, the hushed voices of guests barely audible against the rush of wind outside the small, port-like windows. Your voice was the loudest by far, all those Drama lessons you’d taken helping you project your voice to every corner of the space.

Before you could continue, resigned to your fate, a tiny hand shot up into the air. “Eret Herobrine!”

Your eyebrows flickered up as you gazed down at the little girl who’d answered your question, a determined gleam to her eye as her gaze met yours. Softening, you graced her with the most genuine smile you’d given throughout the duration of the tour.

“Very good!” you enthused. “They were the seventh and last reigning monarch of Herobrine.”

Stepping to the side, you gestured to the painting that’d been hung directly behind you. At your cue, the light coming through a nearby window strengthened, setting the bold colors that comprised the work alight with a fiery vibrance. “This portrait here depicts him at the height of his rule, right around the time of his coronation.”

The tourists ooo’d and ahhh’d, some of the more industrious taking out their cell phones or cameras to snap a pic. You couldn’t blame them for their enraptured reactions- you’d felt much the same the first time you’d seen it.

That painting- ‘Winter After The Coronation’- was one of the many mysteries of the Hold. It was ancient, but somehow throughout the years, it had managed to remain as pristine as the day it was framed. Whether it was because it was found stored within the walls of the castle, far away from the elements, or through some method of sealing or making paint that made it immune to weathering, the artistry was pristine.

And oh, was it breathtaking.

Brought to life on the canvas was the likeness of a tall, aristocratic figure, clothed in a furred red cape and dripping with gold. They were standing in a garden, snow falling in thick flakes and tangling in their long, curly dark hair; catching in their eyelashes and clinging to the branches of holly and yew that framed their face like a thorny crown.

Somehow, the painter had managed to capture the texture and feel of the expensive fabrics draped across his form, the play of light across his face, and the cool flush that the biting wind brought to his face. Eret’s eyes were dark and warm, his brows arched and expression serene. The suggestion of a smile lingered around the lines of his mouth- like he knew a secret that you didn’t.

“As you all can see, she’s not wearing a crown,” you extrapolated after allowing the visitors to admire the work for a few moments, drawing their attention back to you. “This is just one of the many mysteries surrounding Eret and her reign. Paintings were extremely expensive to commission, and so most royals in the Herobrine line only had their portraits taken once or twice in their lifetime.

“So, why would Eret choose not to appear in their crown, as so many of their predecessors did? Why would they remove their most defining mark of status, one of the only things that could’ve been used to identify them once they’d passed on?”

The little girl who had spoken up frowned. “Maybe he thought it was ugly.”

You laughed, turning your head to look at the canvas once more. The painted eyes almost seemed to stare back, hidden truths swirling within their depths.

“I guess we’ll never know. It’s not like we can call her up and ask her,” you joked, earning a few smiles from the peanut gallery. It was muscle memory to glance away from your tour group while they chattered amongst one another and make a sweep of the room, checking for any guests that might’ve wandered away.

Movement from the corner of your eye drew your gaze.

Squinting, you hazarded a step closer to the source of your distraction, one of the many mirrors that dotted the walls. Some insane interior designer had gone absolutely crazy with mirrors- almost every vertical surface was covered with them, and they were large. We’re talking floor-to-ceiling, non-stop reflective action.

Now that you were looking at it, nothing seemed amiss… but you could’ve sworn you saw something. You were confident enough in your suspicion to draw even nearer, close enough to touch the glass surface if you reached out.

There- at the very edge of the mirror, you barely caught the flutter of a cape sliding out of view.

You blinked once, twice, three times, feeling your heart pick up in pace. You glanced behind you. Nobody was wearing anything resembling what you’d seen- except, perhaps, the elegant old woman in the red trench coat that was perusing the floor, arm delicately linked with her husband’s.

Leaning back, you smoothed your hands down the shirt of your uniform, taking slow, measured breaths. Nothing else appeared in the mirror, and you felt yourself begin to calm down. You even managed to force out a breathy chuckle.

Oh, you would be having words with Tubbo later. The dude must’ve been more effective at freaking you out than he really was.

You pointedly ignored the prickling sensation as every hair on your body stood on end.

Ushering the group along, you led them through the dark hallways that wound throughout the interior of the Hold. Your path was lit only by the flickering beeswax candles that dotted the walls every ten paces or so; you pointed them out to your tour group, remarking how, back in the day, they used tallow candles made from animal fat instead.

Only one place was left for you to visit before this particular tour was over, and that was the Hold’s most famous room: the Royal Suite.

Located on the uppermost floor, the sprawling chambers took up almost the entire level- with only a little bit of space for the receiving room, where guests could sit and have tea.

Unlike the rest of the castle grounds, the Royal Suite and the adjacent areas were completely forbidden for guests to enter by themselves. Only tour groups were allowed to access them, so the delighted gasps and assorted sounds of awe that arose as you pushed open the heavy cherrywood door were… pretty par for the course, actually.

If you had to pick which part of Kentillie grounds was your favorite, you’d be a dirty liar if you didn’t at least mention the opulent rooms that awaited you beyond the open doorway.

When the castle was restored, the most work and effort was put into the Royal Suite. According to what records were available, this was where the Herobrine family’s reigning monarchs ate, slept, and lived; it was a testament to the wealth they’d gathered throughout their long stewardship of the British Isles.

You watched with keen eyes as the guests spread out, gaping at the craftsmanship that had gone into every inch of the connected chambers.

Detailed paintings of wildlife covered the walls, depicting everything from gnarled forest trees to different kinds of birds, foxes, and weasels. The floors were polished to a mirror glaze, made of some type of dark red granite. Overhead, porcelain chandeliers that burned with a thousand little candles cast rainbow-colored light throughout the room.

Plush carpets, woven thick enough that your feet hardly made a sound as you walked across them, padded the center of the space. Right on top of it was the canopy bed- one of the biggest beds, in fact, that you think you’ve ever seen.

Were you to lay down upon it lengthwise, you would have at least another half-meter or so of space on either end. The mattress was overflowing with pillows- the expensive horsehair kind that looked so overstuffed they might explode at any moment; each richly colored and embroidered with delicate furls of ferns.

To the right, you could see the short hallway that led to the cordoned-off bath chamber. Although it was forbidden to enter- something about structural integrity- you could still make out the play of light against the multicolored ceramic tiles that dotted the floor.

If your memory served you correctly, the majority of the space inside was taken up by a gargantuan claw-footed bath that the royalty would use to immerse themselves in perfumed water and flower petals. It was actually quite a flex in the olden times to have a room solely delegated to bathing, seeing as most people couldn’t afford to take them too often. Heating up the water, having servants haul it upstairs, and then only using it once before it was drained…

Yeah.

To your left was the study, which also had a barrier to prevent any tourists from wandering in and breaking something. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, bracketing a lone desk covered with papers. One of the most interesting things about the Herobrine family was their value of literature and literacy; You think that Eret even wrote a book before she died.

You smirked. Right, you were just getting to that.

There were a few more rooms beyond that, used to hold meetings with local knights and lords- but you weren’t interested in those. No, you were much more focused on the room you were standing in. The one where they were murdered.

Clearing your throat, you gathered your audience before you, herding them into position at the foot of the bed. You spread your arms wide, and with the same amount of drama as an actor about to perform a soliloquy.

“This was His Royal Highnesses chambers,” you exclaimed, allowing your smirk to grow. You winked at the little girl from before, peeking out from behind her mother’s back. “Though some of you might’ve already known that.”

Earning a few chuckles from your audience, you allowed your arms to fall back into a neutral state. “This was where Eret Herobrine at the height of her rule ate, slept, bathed, and occasionally held court. One could say that is was the primary backdrop for her life.

“It was the backdrop for the end of her life as well.”

Stepping to the side, you circled the canopy frame, stopping right beside the headboard. Reaching behind it, you heard your tour group collectively inhale as you drew a long, wicked-looking dagger from out behind it.

“Only two years after their coronation,” you went on, spinning the blade between your fingers, “Eret was slaughtered in cold blood.”

Someone gasped as you stabbed the dagger into the pillow, just about where someone’s head would be if they were laying down. You laughed wickedly, enjoying their momentary shock. It had to be the most emotion you’d elicited from the group yet.

“Their very own personal advisor, a former knight by the name of Dream, snuck up into their chambers late at night and killed them. His plan was to put a new ruler into power: his lover, a lord by the name of George.”

You shook your head, sighing internally at the sheer audacity.

“Of course, he didn’t succeed. Both Dream and George were executed, while those who were accused of aiding them fled the land.

“Ultimately, though, Eret’s death was too much for the kingdom to take, and it crumbled into obscurity not long after. The remains of Kentillie Hold are all that remain of the proud Herobrine legacy, so thank you for booking a tour with us.”

The visitors all clapped politely, and you bowed.

“If you’d like to donate money, please deposit it in the boxes on the first floor.”

As the group dispersed, their hour long tour finally finished, you surreptitiously checked the blankets covered the bed. Although the blade you’d used was obviously plastic, you would still get in trouble if you damaged anything- and you could not afford the hundreds of dollars it would take to fix it if it got torn.

You jolted as something brushed your shoulder lightly, head snapping up to stare suspiciously at the empty space that surrounded you. Before you could begin to question it too much, however, you were distracted by a tug on your pants.

“Can I help you?” you asked, staring down at the little girl whose hands were securely fisted in the fabric of your clothes. Her parents rushed up behind her; the mother pulling the girl away and into her embrace.

“Sorry, she’s still learning about personal space,” the father said sheepishly. He turned back towards his daughter, face softening. “Didn’t you have something to give the nice tour guide, sweetie?”

Shyly, she extracted her arms from her mother’s hold, holding out a crisp twenty dollar bill for you to take.

“Oh!” you said, your previously bemused expression shifting into a gentle smile. “Thank you!”

You shivered as you crouched to take it from here, the temperature of the room seeming to have gone down by a few degrees. Rubbing at your arms, you offered her one last grin before her parents swept her away to the safety of the sunny outdoors.

Or- not so sunny. Shit.

How late was it?

Pulling out your phone, you blanched at the time that blinked up at you from the screen: 6:00 PM. It was well past the point you should’ve been making your way back to the staff room to get changed and drive home, and if you waited any longer you wouldn’t be getting back ot the house until at least midnight.

“Damn it,” you cursed. Luckily, no one else was around to scold you except yourself, the rest of the visitors having long since exited the room.

Starting the long trek to the first floor, you couldn’t dispel the goosebumps that had surfaced all over your body. Normally they would only last so long before they inevitably relaxed- but it was somehow different this time. Like you were reacting to something much different than what you normally dealt with.

The last of your tour group were exiting the building when you finally made it all the way down, breaths heaving and shaky as you momentarily braced yourself against one of the cold stone walls. You frowned down at your wobbly legs, bemoaning your lack of athleticism.

Most of the staff had already left. The majority of the work done in the Hold was either in the mornings or on the weekends, so on days like this the only people left at this hour were you and the security guards that patrolled the grounds. Tubbo was going to pack up soon, probably in about thirty minutes, so you had to be fast.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the electricity in the air when you barged down into the cellar-turned-staff room, complaining about the freezing air temperature as you slipped into the changing room.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the droplets of blood dotting the floor as you padded to your locker, checking the time once more with a harried expression. The soles of your feet were stained red, leaving sticky, bright footprints like a breadcrumb trail behind you.

Maybe that was why you didn’t notice the figure floating behind you until it was too late- until your hind-brain was screaming at you to run, to hide, to do anything but stay here.

You could ignore a lot of things, but not your instincts when they were this insistent. Which is why, when the air behind you chilled in an upside-down facsimile of body heat, you finally recognized the storm brewing.

Your body went as still as the grave when you made eye contact with it in the reflection of your phone, breathing shallow. Your heart felt like a bird bludgeoning itself against the cage of your ribs, broken and bloody, and you whimpered softly when it blinked.

Turning slowly around, your breath halted completely when you came face-to-face with that of a corpse. There was no way that the thing standing- floating- behind you was human, although it took the shape of one.

It’s skin was grey and lifeless, flickering with an inner light. It’s eyes were a pupil-less, pure white that glowed in the room’s shadows. It’s clothes, a loose ruffle shirt and thick woolen pants, were tattered and torn. The shredded edges swirled around it as if buoyed by an invisible wind.

For some reason, it seemed oddly familiar.

But most importantly- most horrifyingly- was the dagger sunk deep within its chest, covering the entire front of its shirt with crimson, viscous blood. As you watched, frozen with a mixture of shock and terror, small drops of it dripped onto the floor and landed with a spatter.

It inhaled, the sound rattling in its ruined lungs, before speaking. If you had to liken what its voice was, it was like the whistling of wind through the Hold’s ruined towers; the sound of the tree leaves rustling, the sound of the beeswax candles guttering.

“Hello.”

You shrieked.

The ghost, because that’s what it was, a goddamn ghost- winced, drifting slightly further away. “Ah. That is… not ideal.”

Half-convinced you were about to pass out, you braced yourself on your locker door, curling up like you were considering shoving yourself inside to escape this entire situation. You actually might, if it got any closer.

It raised its bloodstained hands out in front of itself placatingly, grimacing. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked at it, caught in the middle of taking another shuddering breath to scream for help. “Do you expect me to believe that?”

The ghost sighed, which was weird now that you thought about it because it didn’t need to breathe. It smiled awkwardly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was nervous. “... Hopefully?”

“You’re doing a terrible job at convincing me!” you laughed hysterically. You were kind of starting to hyperventilate at this point, and if you didn’t stop you were going to pass out. The ghost seemed to agree.

“You need to calm down.”

You glared at it. “Thanks.”

It hesitated for a moment. “This is… not how I wanted this to go.”

“How else could this have gone?!”

Pausing, it seemed to be thinking for a moment. You took the time to begin to edge out from your spot, angling for the door. If you moved quickly enough, you might be able to make it out of the building with your life intact.

“You have a point,” the ghost mused. Before you could blink, it was right in front of you again, pale lips curving into a grin. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

Oh.

You froze, heart leaping into your throat. You realized why it had seemed so familiar, why its appearance had niggled at the back of your brain. The ghost’s visage was a haunting echo of that shown in the same painting you’d seen over and over again for the past few weeks.

The sharpness of its smile, the secretive cast to its face, the way in which it dressed- down to the last detail, you realized. Ghosts are the spirits of the dead, back to walk the earth once more.

“Hello,” Eret Herobrine said, taking your hand in her own. The sensation was weird, to say the least. It was similar to when you would stick your hand out of the car window and feel the wind pushing at it like a physical barrier.

This was like that, but in the shape of a hand.

You shivered as they pressed a chilled kiss to your skin, feeling the curve of their grin like a physical brand.

“Eret,” He murmured, pallid eyes locked on your own. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

@blufr0st @itsonlydana @amearla @bapthadapper @redactedsouls @sina-the-idiot @icarusthefoolish @blockyshieldmaiden

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trashmouthsahra · 3 years ago

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My baby...

Pairing: c!Wilbur x afab!reader (Platonic) c!Philza x afab!reader (Platonic)

Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: Use of mum. Mentions of dying and blood.

Song used: ello

Summary: You had raised Wilbur as your own son when your brother Philza Minecraft couldn't because of his traumas. Now you were holding him in your arms like the first day only thing different was that he was not breathing.

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Everything happened so fast. You could hear the screaming of people you had taken care of. You weren't fighting like the others, no, you couldn't, because the fight was against your best friend Technoblade. You, Y/N Minecraft, practically the parent figure and the demigod of the SMP, a part of L'manberg, and the parent of Wilbur Soot. Sibling of Philza Minecraft, best friend of Dream and Technoblade. Was standing in the lands of the broken nation their son built. Looking at their best friend straight in the eyes silently begging him to stop this mess. Technoblade only looked away feeling guilt for the first time.

As Y/N finally looked away she ran to Niki who looked horrible, tears were streaming down her slightly red cheeks and her pink hair was like a bird nest. Y/N hugged their son's best friend and tried to comfort her. This went on for a while after Niki became quiet. Y/N quickly turned to their Tommy asking if he was okay. Tommy was shouting and crying clinging to his best friend Tubbo and Tubbo doing the same. They were stuck standing at a broken land piece which looked like was gonna fall. The youngest Minecraft sibling used their wings to save the kids who were too young for this war.

"Tommy, Tubbo are you guys okay? Calm down, you two are safe now" They said as they kissed the boys' foreheads. The said parent figure stopped trying to console the kids when they heard the horrible screams of Niki.

"Wilbur!" Y/N heard from afar. Their heart felt heavy as they looked up and saw their brother Philza Minecraft stabbing their son.

"NO!" The demigod yelled as they threw an ender pearl to where the real father son duo stood. The youngest of the siblings took Wilbur to their arms

"No, no, no, no" Y/N repeated as they held their son.

"Mum" Will murmured as Y/N kissed his head lovingly.

"Yes baby?" The parent questioned. But Wilbur couldn't say anything. Y/N was panicking from now on. She did what she could think of.

"My baby, my baby. You're my baby" Y/N sang the song they used to sing when Wilbur couldn't sleep. Their beautiful (e/c) was now filled with tears, quietly sobbing as they still continued to sing for their son. Their Wilbur. Their baby.

"You're my baby, say it to me" Wilbur slightly smiled as he tried to open his mouth but no sound came out. His hand slowly stopped holding the parent figure of his life.

A loud scream was heard through L'manberg. Everyone heard the mourning screams of Y/N. Philza silently patted Y/N's back his eyes teary as well.

"No, no, Will please say it Will!" The demigod begged. "Phil why isn't he saying it back! Phil?" Philza couldn't answer his sibling. He had just killed his own son who you had taken care of. He knew he had no right to be upset after what he did. The man tried to hug Y/N but was pushed back. The (h/c) haired sibling had came to their senses the man who had murdered her son Wilbur was trying to hug them

"Get the fuck away from me!" The normally calm person of the SMP yelled at their brother. Everyone was silently watching the fight with tears streaming down their cheeks. "You killed him. You killed my son!"

"You killed my baby!"

"Y/N-"

"Please, shut up. I can't even look at you in the face Philza..."

"What have we become?" Y/N asked Phil still holding Wilbur's dead body.

And the younger Minecraft cried themselves every night. Not knowing that they were going to see their baby again

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 3 years ago

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“Ready Mi Amor” “Always”

they/them prns but reader wears skirts and stuff this is for: @kitybur

A checkered flag was in each of their hands as Yn stood between a green and a navy coloured car, clothed in a black leather skirt and checkered cropped top. "ready" Yn asked the green car, which revved in response, "ready" Yn asked once again, and the navy car immediately responded with a rev of the engine. Yn whirled around on their heels and raised the flags above their heads before letting their arms fall behind them.

Yn felt as the cars raced by them, sending the flags flying in the wind. Yn walked off the track, their heels clicking on the pavement, and shot a peek over to an orange car, the driver leaning against it, a somewhat taller boy wearing leather orange shorts with fishnets, an orange cropped hoodie, and an oversized leather jacket with the letter S on the shoulder,'must be the drivers flagboy,' Yn thought.

"Hey, you're new here, right?" Yn didn't have a driver yet, which is why they were dressed in black and white. Whoever won this race was your driver, which is how it worked here. "How'd you guess?" Yn questioned, turning slightly to see a male with short wavy brown hair dressed similarly to the other flag boy, but in green and with a D on the sleeve instead of a S. "you're wearing black and white even I could tell that and im colorblind." Yn couldn't help the giggle that fell between their lips.

"Look, I'd start cheering for my driver, but I don’t believe you'd want to share," the boy continued, Yn could clearly tell he was British. The cars started to returned. "So Green's your driver?" he nodded "Oh, I'm George or Gogy," the man said with a smile. "I'm Yn or Yn," Yn smiled. George laughed, "no nickname yet?" "Not yet Gogs," Yn said, shaking their head and smiling. "Quackity's in the lead," George remarked, glancing at the track, making Yn look to see that the navy car was a bumper ahead. "Quackity?" Yn inquired, glancing at the male who nodded "Alex Quackity and my Driver is Dream."

"Does Quackity have a flagboy or girl?" George shook his head, "always turned them down." Yn dropped their shoulders, "but he won't turn you down." Yn raised an eyebrow and looked at George, who had a slight grin on his lips. "How do you know that?" Yn inquired as both cars accelerated. "He didn't start off well since he was looking at you," George continued. Yn rolled their eyes and mumbled, "yeah."

At the finish line, the navy car circled around and parked just where it started, with the green car close behind it. "DREAM!" George exclaimed as he dragged Yn to the car. As the car door slammed open, George giggled. When Yn turned around to look at the other car, the door was still shut. George and Dream (DNF ;) ), who were flirting against the green car, didn't notice Yn approached the navy car, knocked on the window, and stepped back as the door opened.

A man appeared in combat boots, black jeans, a navy shirt tucked in, and a chain dangling from the belt loops. "I guess I'm your flagger now," Yn remarked, their eyes fixed on his boots. "Well get in then," Quackity said, leaning on his open door. Yn dashed to the opposite door and slipped in.

Quackity rushed in and slammed the door shut before speeding away, just in time as sirens began to vibrate around the track. "So what's your name flagger?" As he drifted around a bend, Quackity asked, making Yn giggle. "Yn," Yn said quickly, loving the speed a little too much. Quackity slowed down beside a building, where the orange and green cars, as well as a red, burgundy and purple one, sat. Quackity parked his car and got out, causing Yn to trail closely behind him. Quackity stopped causing Yn to collide with his back, telling them "head up" Yn nodded and straightened their back.

They entered the building and climbed a set of stairs. Yn was instally hit with laughing and conversation. Yn cast a peek around the room. A pink haired male sat with a blonde boy, a brown haired male wearing a burgundy beanie sat with a girl with firey red hair, and a girl with purple hair sat with a pink haired girl on her lap; the orange driver and his flagboy were flirting in a corner.

Quackity dragged Yn into a room and began tossing navy clothes at them.

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Yn sat on the hood of the navy car before yet another race, this time with flaggers allowed to join the driver, and the crowd was large today, with people taking pictures of the flaggers and cars.

"Yn" When Yn heard Quackity's voice, they sat up a little. "Get in, we're up," he said. Yn smirked and slid off the hood, brushed off their navy shorts, and adjusted the leather jacket, a slight smirk found its way onto Yn's blue stained lips.

"Ready mi amor," Quackity said as he revved his engine, "always," Yn responded with a huge grin as they slipped into the seat and stared into the mirror as they licked a raspberry lolliepop.

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anon-writer · 4 years ago

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Ghosting

Prelude

TW: Cursing and mentions of Death

Parts:

Index Prelude Chapter 1

A sliver, ray of light casts from a small crevice, illuminating the desks that lay covered in dust. A damp rag swept across the dark oak desk by a greyish figure. The figure wore a white loose plain shirt tucked into black high-waisted pants with a tan over sized trench coat to top the whole outfit off. Firmly grasping the towel in an arcing motion cleaned the soot-covered surface of the desk.

Nearly a century of living in this place and it still isn’t cleaned, the ghostly figure thought to themselves.

Getting a quarter of the desks wiped down, the h/c headed ghost took a break. Just because they are a ghost doesn’t mean they can’t get tired. They slowly stroll through the halls of the old library, heading to the east wing of the building. The ghost would occasionally stop in their tracks, readjusting or checking books and items that seemed out of place. Once they reached the brightly lit greenhouse, their opaque greyish skin now turned to a translucent light grey complexion.

They take off their trench coat leaving it on the wooden table in the middle of the greenhouse. They reached over to the dirty dark blue linen apron that was sprawled over a bag of soil. Looking down and turning the apron, the ghost found the name side of the apron. The name marked on the apron read, Y/n. Y/n swiftly put on the apron making sure the name side of the apron was showing.

“Good morning,” Y/n sang making their way towards the right side table of flowers. Picking up a cornflower and cradling the flower with the clay pot in their arms, Y/n made small compliments towards the flower. “You’re looking much more vibrant today, I-”

Y/n’s calm demeanor broke as they bent down grasping their stomach, shutting their eyes in pain. The high-pitched sound of the clay pot cracking followed suit, scattering the contents onto the floor. A surge of pain in their abdomen had interrupted their morning gardening. After a few seconds the pain eased up a bit and they opened their eyes seeing for a fraction of a moment the tips of their fingers faded away.

Frightened and shocked, the sight had caused the ghost to stumble back. Falling through the table behind them. Trembling, Y/n looked around seeing they are more transparent than usual.

“What the actual fuck,” they whispered to them self. Slowly rising from the floor and getting away from the table they fell through. Their skin returned to its normal transparency, which comforted the ghost to a small degree. The small bit of comfort only lasted a few seconds until they look back at the table they fell through, noticing that the table wasn’t broken but intact.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dream smp x reader #c!dream x reader #c!dreamwastaken x reader #c!nihachu x reader #gender neutral y/n #ghosting fic #anon writer #tw// death #tw// cursing #tw: death #tw: manipulation #tw: cursing

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lmanburgbeloved · 3 years ago

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Lovers Always Have The Toughest Decisions

the start of something dangerous • 1

a c!dream x reader

summary: 'the blonde's face held the same expressions as everyone one else's, you, the lover of the masked man, just admitted to being behind the idea of either option, keeping him alive or killing him.'

warnings: lots of swearing, reader is referred to as sis and sister, c!dream’s torture in prison is briefly talked about in this part, a fight scene does happen, slight blood, i think that’s it! if there’s any i missed please let me know! :]

you looked out the window, sighing as you looked at the sight of the sky with pinks and orange with the sun rising, jumping slightly when arms wrapped around your torso and a head snuggling into the space between your shoulder and neck, "what're you looking at?"

you exhaled a small laugh, you rested your hands onto his that hold you like they don't want to ever let go.

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"if you kill me death is permanent," everyone in the Blackstone bunker went silent "if you kill me Wilbur is gone forever" you walked forward, telling everyone a quiet 'excuse me' until you found yourself setting your hand on tommy's shoulder "tommy, please look at me" and he did and when he saw you, mascara stains down your cheeks his heart broke slightly, "what do you want to do? because I'm behind you on this" the look on the blonde's face held the same expressions as everyone one else's, you, the lover of the masked man, just admitted to being behind the idea of either option, keeping him alive or killing him.

while deciding you put dream in an obsidian box, the main group debating on what to do, the others whispering to each other. a voice broke through the conversation you were having with tommy "we could put him in the prison".

you and Tommy looked at each other, you waiting for his opinion, him looking for yours. "well, what do you think about that idea bossman?" a small smile appeared on tommy's face, any other time he would laugh at you calling him bossman, "yeah, let's do it"

Sam stepped forward and breaking the obsidian, he grabbed Dream's arm and started to move "wait i will go with" Sapnap spoke up causing Sam to nod his head with approval, you quickly gaining your voice "I'm going too"

the green haired man gave you a sad look and shook his head as he said "we- we can't trust you with this, i can't have you learn about the workings of the prison, because you'd then be a threat, you're the only person out of everyone on the server who has a reason to break him out" your heart hurt but you understood, kind of,

you were a curious person so you spoke up asking a question "and what would that reason be?" Sam let out a small chuckle, so did you, both knowing the answer "you love him, you're- well- dating him" you looked down smiling but looking up again with a sadder expression "just because i love him doesn't mean i don't think he belongs in the prison," you're smile falls as you look behind Sam at your boyfriend, frowning at the gash on his face, "i can still visit him, right?"

Sam put a hand on your shoulder causing you to look at him "of course, everyday if you wanted, once we have everything secure" you looked around the room quickly looking back to Sam "can i at least hug him before you all leave?" Sam nods causing you to run fast at the once masked man, now unmasked.

His arms open quickly and soon you're wrapping your arms around his neck, his wrap around your torso, you both hold on so tight, everyone backing away to give you this last moment, still keeping an eye on you both, but from a distance, you notice and take that moment to whisper in his ear, loud enough for only you both to hear, "i'll get you out of there, trust me" he holds you tighter,

"alright, we have to go" Sam says with a softer tone causing you to pull away slowly from Dream, him grabbing your face with both hands, looking at every detail of your face like he'll never see it again and then, a kiss gets planted on your forehead, then your nose, and finally a gentle quick kiss on the lips, and before you know it he's heading up the elevator with you waving goodbye,

once out of sight you turn around to see Tubbo and Tommy, the boys you considered as your brothers, quickly you walked over to them, grabbing them both by the shoulders into a group hug, then pulling back to rest a hand on each face, scanning for injuries,

"are you okay?" before they could answer you ask another question "did he hurt you?" you let your lungs exhale as they both shake their heads no "i swear to god, i would have killed him myself if he laid a finger on my boys" they looked at each other before both joining in for a tighter group hug, Tommy was the first to speak up "i love you sis" Tubbo speaking up right after, choked up from being scared deep down, "i love you too sis, thank you" their grips tightening, you tightened yours in return, "god i love you both, i won't let anything happen to you"

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"he's what?!" you screamed, not at the messenger but just at the world,

"he's- he's dead" Ranboo's voice waivers, causing you to quickly pull him into a hug, he hugged you back fairly fast, gripping onto your oversized green hoodie, Dream's hoodie.

After a moment you calmly ask "do you know how he died?" Ranboo's grip loosening slightly having calmed down a bit, he quietly speaks up "Dream, uh- Dream beat him to death when Tommy went to visit" you blacked out,

you don't remember when you fell to the floor on your knees and screamed bloody murder but when you came back to reality a few seconds later, mid scream, you shook violently, 'no' being the only thing you could get out of your mouth, and so you repeated it over and over again,

you tried wiping away your tears with the sleeves of your hoodie but quickly stopped when you saw the iconic green color, and in a flash you ripped it off your body, leaving you in a black tank top, the grip you had on the hoodie in your hands was scary, your knuckles turned white and then suddenly, a soft thud sounded as you threw it at the wall,

directly at the picture frame on the wall, a picture of you, Dream, and the bench trio smiling doing a funny pose,

Ghostbur took the picture with help from Phil.

the shattering of glass from the frame falling was loud, it caused Ranboo to jump, which you quickly noticed, causing you to sober up from your anguish as best you could, quickly you were apologizing, repeating yourself a few times, you got up from your spot on the floor, looking up at Ranboo while smiling

"would you like some tea? i think we just have mint though" the boy accepting your offer with a soft smile and a nod.

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you were walking back from Niki's underground city when you saw a familiar head of hair,

not sure if you were seeing things or not you yelled out as soft as you could "Tommy is that you?"

the boys head shot up and when you saw him, you didn't question why or how he was back you just sped up your pace, and quickly walked to him, and when standing in front of him you softly spoke, almost a whisper,

"can i hug you?" his answer being him grabbing onto you, so tight that it immediately worried you,

"shhh, it's okay, I'm here, you're here, i won't let anyone hurt you while you're with me" his arms tightening, a sob erupting from his chest "sis, i- i died, he brought me back after he beat me to death, and everyone just looks at me like I'm nothing more than science" another sob "I'm just science to them" you hug him tighter petting his head and you just whispered

"you're not science to me, i don't care how or why you are back, i just care you are, and I'll be here when you need to talk about it" another sob escaped him, "thank you sis, thank you, thank you, thank you"

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you held a basket in your hand as you walked to Phil and Techno's cabins, you and Niki baked cookies, you wanted to bring them as a gift, when walking up the porch you saw Techno's lights were off but Phil's were on, so you pulled out your key and opened the door "hey dad, i brought cook-" you screamed,

setting down the cookies quickly you turned around and charged, your eyes set on a specific man "i'm going to kill you, you- you bastard!" you gripped his ripped green hoodie "you killed my brother, and i never got pay back, you asshole" you pulled your arm back and then, CRACK

Phil and Techno looking shocked at just how loud that was "hey, he was-" you let go of Dream's hoodie and turned your body around pointing your finger at both Techno and Phil "which one of you fucks did it? which one of you broke him out?" they looked at each other and then back at you, Phil spoke up first "it was Techno's idea i just helped" you scoffed "and to think i brought you fucking cookies, that i called you dad, that i trusted you," you scoffed and tightened your fists, turning your knuckles white, "what're you going to do now? kill me too?"

sure it was a low blow but you were betrayed, you were mad you were ju- "I'm sorry okay? i- learned my lesson with how much Quackity tortured me after i killed Tommy" your fists loosened completely, fingers limp, your head dropped to the floor and you spoke, so quiet they almost couldn't hear "Quackity did, what to you?" Dream matching your tone "he tortured me, he found out i had the revival book because i brought Tommy back and he tortured me to get it" you turned and looked at him, your face dropping at the sight of his bloody nose but quickly you brought yourself back "did you give it to him?" 1, 2, 3, seconds go by "no, because if i did he would've killed me" and without you thinking you genuinely said from your heart "and we wouldn't want that" you coughed when you realized what you said "i mean, like, we don't need another casualty"

Dream softly smiled at you "and that's why i fell in love with you, because even when you hate someone with all your heart you still don't want to kill them" he didn't miss the way your eyes watered and you looked at him with sadness, you went to speak, but a quiet sob left your mouth, so you then tried to speak again "who said i hated you?" looking at you with pure confusion he scanned over your face several times, but you sighed and turned around motioning your arm for him to follow "they're peanut butter, your favorite, when you're done eating we need to head out, their first thought will be to search here, so that means we have to go to our house," he looked at you with surprise and confusion "you know, the house we started building to move away from everyone, to- uh- as you used to say 'start a family', i finished building it while you were locked up" he looked at you and just said 'ok'

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You, Phil, Techno and Dream had been walking for almost a whole day when you saw the the familiar dark oak building, "we're here" you turned your head while still walking, meeting Dream's gaze, you smiled at him, because even though he is the stupidest man alive, you had to be honest with yourself, you missed him.

part 2

#dreamwastaken #dream x reader #technoblade #philza #tubbo #tommyinnit #ranboo #quackity #nihachu #c!dream x reader #c!dream #c!technoblade #c!philza #c!quackity

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