#cc!dream x gender neutral reader

[listenheresweaty]

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THIS BLOG WRITES FOR C!WILBUR BUT DOES NOT SUPPORT CC!WILL GOLD OR HIS ACTIONS.

if you want to read my works and avoid Wilbur content, here are your options:

(link to be added)

WHAT I WILL AND WON’T WRITE:

all content is SFW and usually with a gender neutral reader (I can’t think of anything I’ve written without a gn reader but idk there may be one)

*I accept xreader headcanon requests for Mandela Catalogue Characters: Mark, Cesar, Adam, Jonah. If any such are sent to me I’ll make a separate master list for them*

Dsmp:

C!Quackity (romantic or platonic)

c!technoblade (preferably platonic but I can add romantic undertones ig)

C!purpled (PLATONIC!!!!)

c!tommy (PLATONIC!!!!!)

c!wilbur (Lmanbur, Pogbur, limbobur, revivebur, utahbur)

Clinic!bur (supervillain siren)

Sirenbur (literal siren 🧜‍♀️)

Faebur

Passerinebur

vampirebur

Spook!bur (bur that is a ghost, not ghostbur from the DSMP)

cryptidbur

piratebur

wingedbur

if there are any more burs you’d like to add, let me know.

QPR’s for platonic characters are accepted, as long as they have no sexual or explicit romantic themes. I will NOT write: cc!wilbur, simpbur/incelbur, ghostbur, q!wilbur, c!dream, any NSFW content, pregnancy/parenthood (I might make small exceptions but I will be the judge of what I write— keep parenting stuff out of any asks you send me), yandere stuff, ongoing self harm or abuse (allusions to past experiences is okay but let’s be respectful).

ANON ASKS:

Limbobur general headcanons

Revivebur angst

Pogbur Alphabet

MY WORKS:

That one revivebur thing that turned into a series:

Part one

Part two

Part Three

Part four

Part five (coming (?) soon (?))

Revivebur with a magma cube hybrid reader: part one, part two

Siren/Clinicbur x reader: coming soon!(?)

Dead as Disco (Revivebur x reader): here

Revivebur fic from 2021: here

Food For thought/ Chefbur au:

Part One

Part Two (kind of)

credit for the divider goes to @firefly-graphics

[nyxiannas]

Hello! Here’s my writing request:

Camp Camp Max x gn!reader who is a perfectionist + extroverted + fluff

Prompt: This could be aged up or not, if you’re uncomfortable with the idea, but imagine if Max was trying to ask out reader after being friends/having a crush on them for a while originally trying to be low-key about it cus. It’s Max. But because the camp full of nosy people everyone finds out and wants to “help” him get the girl/guy! (Their words) Unfortunately it ends with the Mess Hall caught on fire, Wolves all around the area, Robots butlers attacking the camp and everyone screamed and running for cover. With Max now being more done/embarrassed than ever about to call it quits trying to forget this day even happened before the reader having now just figuring out what the whole plan blurts out the question ”Do you want to go out with me?!” Leaving Max speechless, happy, momentarily confused, flustered, and only slightly pissed cause he wanted to say ask first

I wanted to say it first. || Max (CC) [♡]

Genre, writing style; fluff, perfectionist/extroverted! Reader

Reader pronouns; gender neutral

Tws; none

Overall thoughts; if the camp camp fandom won't revive itself, I WILL!!🔥

Might be a little ooc cuz I haven't watched camp camp in quite a bit and the series isn't free on YouTube anymore so I'm just going by how they all acted in the first episode and the specials....💔💔

You came to Camp Campbell later than all the others, but David still welcomed you in open arms.

Hot outside, and figuring out where to sit in the mess hall with slop on your tray. You went to the table where Nikki, Neil, and Max sat.

Nikki and Neil took quite a liking to you. Although Neil isn't too fond of new places and people, he thought you'd be fine to hang out around. Nikki likes almost anyone who's nice to her, despite acting like a wild animal at times.

Max, not so much. It took quite a while for him to get used to you, having a sudden new member of the camp and not even having a real introduction or a way to make a position for yourself.

But, after a while of hanging out, Max realized that even though he acted like he wasn't fond of you, his thoughts were different.

-and slowly, he accepted that he liked you, and wasn't in denial about it anymore.

Fighting the need to tell you how he felt whenever you two hung out without the other two, he really had no idea what to do or how to tell you.

But, his behavior around you was noticed by the other kids' people at camp, how he was relatively nicer to you than the rest, that wasn't normal.

Slowly, they connected the peices together, and most of them realized that he had taken a liking to you in a different approach, and they really wanted to play a part in helping him.

"WHAT!"

Max thought he was being subtle about his 'slight' crush on [name], or he thought he was being subtle about it.

"You do!!" Nikki gasped. She didn't think it was all that true, considering that it was Max, and he hated anything and everything.

Sitting on the Camp Dock, with Neil and Preston nearby, trying to work on a new sciency thing and Preston was the test subject.

"You like [name]?" Neil asked. He had a feeling that it was true after observing how Max acted around [name], noticing that his demeanor was quite different from how he acted around the camps counselors and everyone else who attended.

"Oh, is it true? THE Max doesn't find someone a nuisance?" Preston dramatically accompanied Neil, astonished that Max could even learn how to love.

"I DO NOT." Max retorted. He didn't want anyone to actually know about his feelings, but it was a good chance to establish a way to finally tell [name] how he really felt.

"It is alright, Max, we shall help you on your quest to get the person of your dreams!" Preston said, supporting the idea of trying to help Max with his crush. Maybe it would make him a decent-enough person.

"Alright, operation 'Help Max try to get a partner and maybe he'll be a better person to everyone' is a go!" Nikki said enthusiastically.

After Nikki tried to gather everyone who would help with it, besides the counselors. She got Dolph, Harrison, Nerris, and Ered to play a part in the 'operation'.

"Could've had a shorter name, but.." Neil trailed, sitting in the Mess Hall, before lunch started. Trying to figure out an approving plan and scenario to have Max confess.

"Whatever, we need a plan first, then we can work on the stupid name." Max said bluntly, wanting to get it over with and have the future plan go smoothly, and hopefully, by the end of it, he would have a partner.

"Oh! We could have Ered try to help the Quartermaster with the food in the kitchen!" Nikki practically set her idea on the table. Everyone went with it.

"I can make a picnic area on top of my tower, so you both can have a good view!" Nerris added, wanting a part.

"No, they'll eat while watching my amazing magic show!" Harrison argued, starting a debate where Max and [Name] would bring their food to.

"Nobody cares about your dumb magic show, Harrison!" Nerris argued back

"My towers way better, and more magical than your magic show ever could!"

"How about they watch me paint, my paintings are quite exquisite." Dolph interrupted.

"NO!" Nerris and Harrison yelled at the same time.

"How about the two get their food from Ered, then go to Nerris's tower to eat, then watch or try to help Dolph with a painting, and then watch Harrisons magic show." Neil stopped the three of them from arguing about something stupid. Elaborating in a way the three of them would understand.

"Fine." The three of them said in usion, agreeing on the idea.

Soon after the plan was set, lunch started, and everyone was set into place, Ered ran to the kitchen, trying to figure out what to help the Quartermaster with. Nerris quickly drew a little picnic blanket on the top of her tower, where [Name] and Max would sit, watching everything from above. Dolph, with his little legs, went to his painting set up and got everything into place, and Harrison set up his magic tricks he would show off.

Nobody knows what went wrong with the mess hall besides Ered and the Quartermaster, Ered got permission from the Quartermaster. Originally, the food was going to be the signature slop that they got almost every single day.

Until Ered wanted to 'make it cool' and added something she found in the back of the kitchen pantry, added it into the food without the Quartermaster looking, and after a bit, mixed into the food, and blew up the kitchen, setting the Mess Hall ablaze.

Everyone evacuated, the explosion was so loud, it led wolves to the camp, feeding on the extra food that flew out from the explosion. Some were eating the slop, and one was biting on Space Kid's weird helmet, dragging him around.

Max quickly grabbed [name] and ran from the camp, trying to take cover from everything happening back at the Mess Hall.

Embarrassed from how the plan failed miserably, dragging [name] into the forest to try and confess at the last minute.

"Max- I think we should get back. We're going too far away!" [Name] suggested, stopping in their tracks and almost making Max fall backward from the sudden stop.

Wiping off the dirt from their outfit, quickly piecing everything together. Suddenly, everyone wanted to help in everything, Ered never wanted to participate unless she had to, Nerris wanting them and Max to quickly come into her tower to do something, Max's behavior from the passed few weeks.

They had a slight crush on Max, too, after around a month of being friends, the feelings developed, and putting the peices together only made the crush grow.

Catching their breath from the running and stopping behind a tree, they had to get their feelings out now that they were sure that Max felt the same way.

"Max!- wait-" They panted, leaning against the tree,

"Was everyone acting strange, and being productive around the camp.. all for me?-"

"A setup, I mean.." They had to make sure, whenever they came into the Mess Hall or tried to go near almost anyone's main place to hang out, they were quickly escorted out.

"And- you were acting strange.. too," confronting Max of everything that happened, noticing the slight redness on his cheeks.

"Well, I-" Max was soon interrupted.

"No! Wait- what I'm trying to ask is- do you like me?" They asked, impatiently, not waiting to hear whatever excuse Max had in store.

"Uhm- yeah?-" Max muttered, slightly pissed off that he wasn't able to start it off like he wanted.

"Do you want to go out with me?!-" They blurted out, cutting him off. Very happy that now they knew it was for real, heart racing.

Silence, Max was thinking about it, confused, flustered, and angry.

"..."

".. Yes." He agreed, he wanted to ask it first, but they beat him to it.

"But, I wanted to ask fir-"

"YIPPIE!!"

After thoughts; Hi

I took like 2 hours writing this and half of it was trying to figure out what font it would be in

and I found all the rest of the camp camp episodes while writing this so I had more to go off of

I didn't add in the robots part even tho it was a good idea I just couldn't figure out how to add them in😭😭

Thank you for requesting, and hopefully, this was good enough (this work will go into editing later cuz I left out some ideas I had but realized that this was long as BALLS but the more the merrier right🤫🤫)

[sunflowerdaisybee]

ok before i get into this one, just a reminder to you and to everyone reading to take care of yourself :)) don't overwork yourself, it's not worth it. take breaks every once in a while and make sure to drink water and eat three meals a day :)) with that said, may i request cc!dream working at a fast food place part time, and noticing that one of his coworkers has a really outstanding fashion sense? like they've got a shit ton of piercings and they always go crazy with makeup, and some days they'll show up dressed up real pastel, and then the next day they'll be wearing all black :> and eventually dream asks them to lunch because hes really curious about what mysteries his coworker holds :)) tysm! -froggy

You’re too sweet, also I had way too much fun with this, and don’t be afraid to just like, flood me with asks, it gives me something productive to do :] <3

Summary: Your odd fashion sense draws Dream to you, he had to know why you dressed like that

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Dream X Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

[A/n]: Requests are open :] <3

From pastels to all black to looking like an art teacher, the changing of your style never stopped. And neither did Dream's growing curiosity. He never failed to notice your over-the-top makeup and crazy piercings, for a Wendy's worker you sure were odd. Then again he wasn't the most normal person either, he insisted everyone call him Dream over his real name, he was taller than 90% of the other workers there, and he wasn't very close with anyone else there. Unlike you who made friends with everyone.

Another day, another outfit. Dream had tried to have as many shifts with you as possible, it was kinda creepy but he really enjoyed seeing your outfits every day. It had gotten to the point where he had started talking to his roommate about you.

"Just ask them out already, I'm sick of hearing you bitch and moan over them."

"Wow real nice of you Sap." Dream got up and left Sapnap's room, heading to his own. Though all he could think about was what Sapnap had said. Maybe he should ask you out.

Today was one of the slower days, where there simply weren't many people ordering food, and when they did it was typically small orders. Hearing the bell on the door chime, Dream waited for the customer to come to the register, that didn't happen though.

"Hey, guys! I heard today was slow so I figured I'd swing by with some cookies." There were a few cheers as all the workers came to the front of the store.

You opened up a bag and handed wrapped cookies to each of them, except for Dream who stayed in his spot. He didn't think you'd have cookies for him, why would you when you've never spoken to each other about anything other than orders.

Though wrong he was again as he watched all the workers disappear back to their spots and you walk over to him.

"Here, I made enough for everyone." You handed him the same wrapped cookies that you had everyone else, a cherry smile on your face. Dream took the cookies with a shy 'thank you,' he also took a second to look over your outfit.

Today you were wearing all black, from head to toe. How were you not sweating in that? You said your goodbyes to everyone, saying goodbye to Dream last.

"Hey uh, wait a sec."

"Oh, what's up?" You stood on the opposite side of the counter, waiting for him to speak.

"Would you uh, like to go on a date sometime?"

"I'd love to! Here," you grabbed the pen that was laying on the counter and grabbed Dream's hand. You quickly scribbled your number onto his wrist before saying goodbye and leaving.

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Today was the day that the two of you would actually be going out on a date. Dream had asked you to lunch on a day that you both had off, saying that he knew this really nice café that he thought you might like.

The two of you had agreed to meet there, which is where Dream currently is. He was dressed casually, but still nice, his outfit consists of black, ripped, skinny jeans, a hoodie, and black sneakers. Though once he saw you he couldn't help but feel odd, you were dressed in an artsy, pastel-type outfit. You definitely looked more café-ready than he did.

Suddenly he was nervous, here you were looking like some kind of god while he looked like he belonged at the mall. He had never felt more stupid in his life.

"I like your shoes! Where'd you get them?" He was surprised by your sudden question, fumbling over his words for a second before sputtering out a sentence.

"I uhm, I got them from a store, in the mall. I uh, I forget what it's called, but it's upstairs by the Hot Topic, I think." You giggled at his fumbling.

"I think I know where you're talking about, anyways shall we head inside?" Dream nodded and held the door open, letting you walk in first.

After ordering and getting your stuff the two of you sat down at one of the booths. Things were quiet for a moment as the two of you settled in. Though the quiet was soon broken by Dream speaking up.

"So uh, not to come off as rude or anything, because frankly, that's the last thing I want to do. But uhm, why do you dress like that? I mean like why do you always change your style and go full out on everything when you're simply working at Wendy's?" You looked surprised before smiling at him.

"I just like all the different styles, I can't pick one! And I go all out because why not? I use my clothes to express my individuality. Riddle me this tall man, why do you insist everyone calls you Dream?"

"Well, maybe I prefer the nickname over my real name and use it to express my individuality." The two of you laughed at his response, the nervousness slowly melting from Dream.

"You got me there dude. But yeah, I mean you only live this life once so might as well make the most of it." Dream nodded.

"That is true, plus I don't know how I'd get through slow days without seeing your outfit. You really know how to brighten up the room, even if you're wearing all black." You both chuckled and you thanked him.

"So, where's our next date gonna be?"

"You wanna go on a second one?"

"Of course! Why else would I bring it up?"

"Oh ok, uh how about we go to the movies? Or maybe to the carnival that's coming to town next week?"

"Let's do the carnival! We gotta get matching outfits though!"

"Ok." Dream agreed and you started talking about different styles and what you could do for matching pieces. The two of you eventually settled on matching sweaters.

"Alright, well then since we both have tomorrow off, we can go shopping then. Sound good?"

"That sounds great."

[ze-maki-nin]

Warm

🅽🅾🆃🅴🆂

You get cold :) [hcs]

For @lyssys <33

Wilbur wouldn't just warm up your hands' he'd warm your whole body up by pulling you close and just squeezing you

if you are home and a blanket is nearby he wraps you in it like a burrito and proceeds to carry you to the couch or bed to cuddle

sometimes making you a cup of hot chocolate, tea, milk, or whatever you want

if it's morning and you just woke up he tells you to get a blanket and go sit don't the couch while he makes you pancakes, waffles, something warm and soft yk?

if you get cold while he's streaming he has you sit on his lap wrapped up in a blanket as he slowly rocks you to sleep

or if you don't want to be seen on stream [aka your camera shy] he turn off his camera and has you sit on his lap

OR

he 'pauses' the stream and helps you get comfortable on the couch/bed/wherever before going back to streaming [checking up on you everyone in a while]

if you're in public, he takes your hands in his and places multiple kisses on them before pulling you in for a hug, your hands smooshed against his chest

if he's wearing a hoodie he has you stand in front of him before lifting his hoodie and putting it on you as well, sharing his hoodie with you no matter how tall you are

[evilspiritsgoneloose]

HII YUMI!! HRU?

I have 2 ideas so im am going to make them sperate lol

Can I get headcannons for a reader in a hype house with the dsmp? What would that be like?

Anyways I hope you are doing well!! Ily and have a great rest of ur day

Till next time we talk 💞

I really love this Idea. I already feel the chaotic energy without thinking about it.

I'm gonna limit it to 11 Persons, because I feel most comfortable writing about them and also to not let it get as chaotic as it already is.

I had too much fun writing this head canon.

Anyway, I'm doing pretty good. I'm grinding on my Minecraft world :) I hope you're doing great as well.

This is a little short but I still hope you have fun reading it

Living together with the DSMP

Headcanon

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!Warning! Pure Chaos, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Dream, Wilbur, Philza, Sapnap, Karl, Niki, George, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo

Word Count 517

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Masterlist

This is to 100% a Mr. Beast Idea and you were one of the first contestant he asked.

Why wouldn't you say yes to such an offer?

On the first day everyone would show off with a camera in hand, Volg already on going.

You would live in like a big mansion where everyone would have their own room.

Despite having an own room, Privacy isn't going to be top priority.

On a sunny day. Tommy would crash into your room and drag you outside to have a pool party.

Phil turns on the grill and makes everyone some delicious goods.

He would also be the more mature part and watches over everyone so nothing gets smashed, or broken.

Tubbo trying to push Ranboo into the pool.

The Feral Crew just sitting in one corner with sunglasses on. Checking out the food Phil makes.

Every two weeks, Tommy would upload a very chaotic Volg on his Tom Simons Channel.

As chaotic as it is, help would be just around the corner.

Having trouble with cutting a video? Ask right away. No need to google.

Problems with Technology? No problem. Philza, Dream or George are glad to help out.

Also... Cooking Stream on George's Channel with Dream sitting in the off throwing in some sassy or flirty comments.

Karl and Sapnap are just messing around with George.

For sure, some ingredients gets thrown in someone's face.

Ranboo watching from far behind, being disturbed by the scene.

No need to worry about Food.

Either someone is brave enough to cook something, or the delivery man is already on his way.

Cake made by Niki.

One calmer stream would be with Niki

You two just sit in her room and talk about various topics. Let chat send in some videos for a good laughter.

At some point Wilbur interrupts you both and make the stream a little more chaotic but he soon gets dragged out by Phil.

Before I get to the next stream Idea... Hear me out.

Movie Nights once a week.

At first, everyone argues about what movie to watch, but in the end You and Phil craft a wheel of fortune with a bunch of movie headlines written on it.

Where ever the pin lands on, the move will get shown this night.

Dream orders everyone's favourite Meal.

All are squished on one large Couch, munching on their food and watching the movie.

Another totally chaotic stream would be a Jackbox stream.

The Rap battles also get performed in Real-life.

Imagine Sapnap and George insulting each other face to face, with water bottles as microphones.

Niki roasts everyone without thinking twice.

Just Tommy trying to cheat by looking at other phones while playing until he gets caught and sat on a lonely chair.

There would also be days when it's silent.

On such days, everyone sits at their Pc playing some games by themselves.

From time to time you could her a faint scream from either Tommy or George when taking off the headphones.

Of course, every room is soundproof, so others can sleep when a loud child is streaming.

All in all together, it would be a very chaotic experience, but everyone has got their back in case something goes wrong.

[rheagodlywrites]

So,my good friend @allywritesforfun has sent this my way. I hope you enjoy it

Speed Running a Confession

Cc!Dream x gn reader

You managed to get Dream on a call after texting him ‘ANSWER THE PHONE!’ Over and over twelve times.

“Teach me how..” You lightly demanded. Dream looked at you strangely.

“What?” He chuckled confused.

“Teach me how to speed run! Come on! It’s my birthday! You have too!” Dream laughed at how you asked but agreed anyways. He told you that he’ll teach you as soon as he’s ready. He lived in Florida and you stayed in California. You waited and waited as Dream set things up. He planned to surprise you in the game. After you beat the ender dragon, He was going to have a build to surprise you. He managed to convince Foolish to help him with the build since he was an awesome builder.

“What are you trying to do anyways?” The two went into randomly generated world and went far from spawn.

“I want you to start when she’s clear from spawn. You’ll have creative so I want you to do this..” Dream described what he wanted to do and eventually, they had a game plan.

You logged onto the world and he informed you of the rules.

“You have to beat the game in the shortest amount of time. There are ways to cut down that time and I’ll help you with that. Since this is only me helping you out, this won’t go on the official site. So once you start hitting wood, I’ll start the timer. You ready?” You crack your knuckles and put your hands on the keyboard and mouse.

“Let’s do this!” You start punching and gather as much wood as you can. You start crafting and get an axe. Dream had suggested that you make tools quickly so you can gather materials faster. You get tons of wood and run away from spawn. You managed to get past a ruined portal so you loot the chest. Pants,some gold, flint and steel, a pickaxe with looting on it and obsidian. You put on the pants and get into a cave. You start mining but the cave was filled with mostly coal.

“You gotta go deeper into the caves. You’ll only find coal up here since it’s easy to collect.” You sigh and go in deeper but find a zombie. The cave sounds and the zombie startle you since you hadn’t played Minecraft in such a long time . The newer updates were new to you. Dream laughed at your response to it as you killed the zombie.

“Zombies should have chickens. Like they’d totally be best friends,” You joke as you mine iron. Dream snickers at your strange comment.

“The baby zombies ride Chickens sometimes.” You pause to look at his character.

“What the fuck?”

“Timers still going!” He taunts. You curse again as you craft iron tools and an iron chest plate. You make a bucket and find a huge area where water and lava were making obsidian. Dream taught you how to do the ‘L’ strategy. You do it although it was kinda wonky. You light the portal and get the achievement. When you go to the nether, you were instantly being attacked.

“Oh shit! Dream! God damnit!” You ram from the piglin that attacked you.

“Technoblade is attacking me!” You squealed as you tried to kill it. You killed it and you noticed more.

“So I need you to dig a hole. When you do, get the piglins inside. Then give them the gold you have,” He told you. You did so and they threw out a few things. From food to ender pearls, they traded most of the gold with you. It was mostly useless things but you managed to get the things you needed from the nether.

“Awesome! You need blazes since they give you more blaze rods so go toward that huge black building! It’s a fortress.” You listened to him as you made your character run. Dream moved to a different voice chat and spoke with Foolish.

“Hey uhh you almost done. They’re getting closer to finishing.” Foolish looked over his work. He’d started before you started speed running. He had invited everyone he could for the surprise now he just needed to finish.

“Well uhh I’m almost there. Since you’re speed running, it’s slightly hard to do all of this but I managed to invite everyone as I work. So they should be on in a few.” Dream sighed thinking. If they all logged on then you’d definitely notice. He’d have to fully distract you from the chat or lie about it.

“Great. You do your thing. I’ll slow her down a bit.” Dream went back to your voice chat to find you freaking out over the ghasts as you were making your way back to the portal. You figured out how to kill them but you still struggled with it. Dream sent a message to Foolish to tell everyone to log onto the server now or else you’d notice. As you handled the monsters, several of your friends logged on without your knowledge since you were too focused. You got ender pearls and started to follow them as you traveled through the overworld. It took you twenty minutes to get to the portal and once you were there it took longer to defeat the dragon and win the game. Dream killed the timer and smiled.

“One hour and thirty four minutes! Around average gameplay but you still did good for the first time in a while! It was pretty funny how you freaked out over the cave sounds,” Dream complimented.

“No its not! It scared me! You read the end credits an soon you were back at spawn. You moved your character to look around and everyone was there with colored leather hats. Foolish gave you one of your favorite color and it was labeled party hat. Almost everyone from the Dream SMP was on. Foolish started to place a lot of cakes everywhere as people started to join the vc and sing happy birthday to you.

“Awe guys! You planned this!” Tommy pulled out some sticks and made his character look at you.

“Dream planned this.” Dream’s character punched Tommy away.

‘Yes I did. I wanted to do this to celebrate your birthday as a sort of surprise! I also have another surprise.” You hum in response waiting for him to finish.

“I plan on flying over to California to come visit you!” You gasp excited.

“YES! IT”S GOING TO BE AWESOME!” Dream laughed thing how cute it was when you got so excited. He handed you a poppy and sighed.

“Y/n.. I’m coming over because I really really love you. You’re awesome and you value so many things. You love your pets care about your family. You even fully commit to things! So. I’d like it if you’d commit yourself to me..” You smile as you look at the screen. You’d had some feelings toward him for a while but due to the distance you just weren’t sure.

“I-I..of course! I would like to do that too. I love you too.” The sounds of the others saying awe faded away as you had realized what had happened. Dream just confessed to you and you accepted. You muted to freak out for a moment but then you unmuted.

“Great now lets play people!” Tommy yelled. Everyone played games like pvp (Techno mostly won them), Mlg’s and even who could fish the most in a certain amount of time. By the times things ended and everyone had logged off, you stayed on call with Dream.

“So your flight comes next week?” You ask.

“Yeah. I’ll see you that Friday,” He answered. You smile and sigh.

“I miss you already.” Dream chuckled, shaking his head although you wouldn’t know.

“We just started dating. No need to miss me already.”

“But I always do! Even before this just..let me fall asleep on the phone with you?”

“Of course.” The two of you talked into the late hours of the night but you both fell asleep after a while. Dream was coming to California ad he was dating you. Best Birthday ever..

[struggling-with-time]

pleeeaasse now i’m thinking about soft kisses with cc!dream just sleepy and sweet and gah the brain rot is so real

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Masterlist: Dream’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Second one lets goo (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

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You are currently cuddling in bed, just taking in the time to exist together as the day has yet to properly start. Face to face with each other, sleep still evident in both of your eyes. But neither of you care enough.

Dream reaches a hand out to touch you, gently pushing your morning hair away from your eyes, letting him grace into them. Your own already looking deep into his eyes, they say the eyes are the gateway to the soul. And right now all you can feel in his soul is his love for you.

A lazy smile on your lips as he pulls you closer.

Your foreheads touching each other, as you breathe the same air. His eyes never straying from yours, his hand caressing your cheek, as you reach up. Wanting to return the favour.

But Dream has other ideas.

He leans in connecting your lips with his. As you both close your eyes. Savouring the feeling of being there together with each other. You’re the first to pull away.

Your hand finally able to caress his cheek, as you pull him in this time.

Both of you warm and comfortable under the comforters. Neither wanting the day to start, so you don’t let it. You just stay there in the warmth, basking in the glory of each other. Letting your love for each other show through soft touches, yet no spoken words.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

[atsumuahh]

“let me take care of you, please [name]. i see you’re exhausted.” with george. gn!reader/they/them pronouns

summary !

reader almost falls asleep when they study and george is tired of seeing his bestfriend overworking themselves

warnings !

slightly overworking. enjoy!

october was your favorite month of the year, different colors of leaves falling off the trees, laying on the sidewalk, sweaters, pumpkins and the halloween energy have always thrilled you to the gills. but the worst part, the biggest con, was definitely the flu season. stuffed, constantly relapsing runny nose, fever and other symptoms were the only things you’ve hated about october.

unfortunately, you caught cold. and you had to skip school. your boyfriend george was by your side, his mom making you all of these soups that was supposed to give strength. george began to stay overnight and your parents were fine with it. they were calm, because they trusted him a lot.

but you had to go to school and the day of your comeback was running only faster and faster. when the stress hit its apogee, you felt like passing out. all the homework accumulated put you under the pressure and it cause you to stay up late almost four days straight.

it worried your boyfriend so much that he talked to your parents for a permission to stay overnight. it was getting late when he forced you to take a break. you were a complete wreck of a man. hungry, tired and with a migraine.

“y- y/n-y/n, please leave it” george said quite annoyed, seeing the miserable expression on your worn out face. “let me take care of you, please y/n. i see you’re exhausted” he whined in disbelief. taking your free hand, he made you lay on the bed.

well, he didn’t expect you to fell asleep immediately. well, you did fall asleep, but as he realized what had happened, he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you. finally… george would sighed heavily, feeling relieving calm.

taglist: @wilczachannn @sen-nes @beepbopbee

[vneuns]

— “SHOPPING CART” + Dream

author’s note(s): i absolutely loved this video lmao they are too much 💀

cw: very little cursing

“Y/n?”

“Heyyyy.” You joined the game after being invited by quackity. “Yeah, yeah let's go we’re poppin off, we’re poppin off.” He yelled through the mic in his weird accent.

George laughed and Dream just snorted. “Okay so you’ve got your Tesco , your walmart, but now you’ve got your shopping cart.” He stated in a posh accent crouching up and down going side to side.

“Is that a I-”

“Wait.. What! What is that?” Dream questioned as he looked at the shopping cart model in Quackitys hand.

“I don’t even understand tha-.”

“It’s a shopping cart baby.” Quack interrupted. “Check this out check this out.” He placed the model down as you all looked at it in disbelief. “What-.” You all walked around the small cart in front of you eyeing it skeptically.

“Me and George are gonna be the kids and Y/n and Dream’ll be the parents.” You laughed as the two boys sat in the different part of the carts. You made your character crouch as you walked over to Dream with your head down him doing the same.

“We should abandon them and run-away together.” You whispered. “HEY HEY HEY LISTEN YOU TWO-” Dream nodded following after you as you made a run for it leaving Quackity and George behind in the shopping cart.

“You two are horrible parents.” George stated flatly a voice changer on making his voice sound like he was younger. “Thank you, thank you I shall hold that title with pride.” You followed after Dream as you began to run back.

“You push the cart.” Dream laughed before mounting to the push part of the cart and began to push causing the two in the cart to shout in disbelief that it was actually working. You moved over to one of the trees in the field you were in and began to hit at the wood before it was just a floating bush.

“How do I put you guys down? I don’t want you anymore.”

“You can't, we're your children now.”

-

“So how this is going to work Dream and Y/n you have to take me and George shopping for natural resources.”

“Oh look there’s an enderman.” George pointed out the enderman facing the tree. “Dont’t- don’t hit it.”

“And don’t look at it either.” You added in at the last minute but it was already too late George had begun to shout about how he looked at it as the tall minecraft creature made its way towards the cart your two “kids” sat in.

“Sh*t George! Okay you guys go and I’ll fight it off.” You watched as Dream struggled to push the cart as you followed after the enderman hitting it multiple times without it getting a hit at you.

You collected the ender pearl that had spawned and you were about to begin to boost about it before George began to yell about the Mob in front of them.

“Goodness gracious if I wasn’t here you all would’ve died by now.” You mumbled as you quickly began to get the items you needed, taking your time as all the boys in the call began to yell about their distress.

After a few moments of non-stop yelling Quack began to “cry”. “What the hell is happening?” You questioned once you had a weapon crafted as well as a crafting table. You teleported to the three only to find them on a grass patch in a swamp.

“You’d three die without me.” You chuckled as you all went up a hill to find food. “How’d you get a pick-axe so fast.” George questioned as he watched you hit at a near-by tree with the pick-axe you crafted.

“Because I use my brains.”

-

“Okay George. I’m Dababy.”

“You’re Dababy?” Dream asked jokingly.

“Yes I’m Dababy, we need to set family relations here okay?” You crouched next to Dream as you walked forward and backwards out of boredom. “Okay I’m Dadaddy.” A laugh left your throat at the term he used to describe himself.

“n/n’s Damommy. you’re Dababy.” He walked to the side of the cart to get a better look at George. “And George is I don’t know.. The ipad kid.”

You snorted at the term used to describe the british boy in the shopping cart. “No no Quacks the ipad kid. George is… the other one.” You finished with a laugh watching as Quackity threw his wooden pick-axe to George before Dream stole it and began mining the cobblestone on the ground yelling haste.

“I have a wooden pickaxe and you don’t george that’s embarrassing.” The boy in the darker blue shirt stated as he also began to mind the cobblestone next to him. “Give me stuf give me stuff.” George begged.

“No I’m the preferred child.”

You faked a gasp going over to George and throwing him one of your extra pickaxes. “Yah yah, got a pickaxe yah yah.”

-

“I made a smoker. I’m cooking it” Dream placed the smoker down near the crafting table.

“What you’re Smoking?”

“He’s teaching us to smoke!”

“Dream! You’re setting a bad example for the children.” You stood in front of the placed smoker blocking it from their view in the cart. “No- I’m not. I’m not. I’m no no no.”

“We’re children!” George shouted. “I meant a food cooker, a food cooker.”

taglist : @spacenova @heyskeppy

[modelbus]

CC!Tommy x Reader

Reader has a bad day and he's trying to cheer them up?

Romantic preferred

Gender neutral pronouns *fae/faer preferred but they/them is also fine-

-🌙anon

Fluff <3 I used they/them because I’m more familiar with those, but the part where they're used is brief, sorry!

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader (romantic)

Sad Saturday

You know it'll be a bad day from the moment you wake up. The normally peaceful rain had somehow turned overwhelming overnight, a loud battering that occupied too much of your mind. After rolling out of bed, all you could do was drift on autopilot.

There wasn’t any good reason for the daze other than you were simply having a bad day. Hell, you hadn’t even checked Twitter yet!

You were probably meant to do something today, but the effort it took to check your phone calendar seemed ridiculous. In the end you’re glad you did, because you and Tommy had planned a stream together. After sending a message to him that’s probably more mistakes that actual words, you decide to at least try and be a little productive.

The best part about being a streamer meant that just going on Tik Tok was being productive, so that’s exactly what you do. You bundle yourself up in some blankets and start scrolling through Tik Tok.

Everything seems tasteless though, boring and bland. When it’s not it just seems pointed at you. As if your phone was trying to call you out, guilt you for not doing stuff. It isn’t long before you darken your screen with a fresh wave of unhappiness.

Between the unease stirring in your stomach, the unending exhaustion, and the general down feelings, you knew it was a lost cause trying to do anything. Knowing that didn’t help though, because you should be doing your job. It was a dream come true type of job, but it just felt like far too much today.

“Hello?”

Not having heard the door open, you jolt. You knew your boyfriend’s voice well enough not to think it was a stranger at least, even if he was being uncharacteristically quiet. Actually, wait. What was he doing here? Where you lived?

“Tommy?” You ask, mildly confused.

“Hey! Your text was more mess than words so I thought you were fucking kidnapped or something. Snatched!” He walks into your living room, barely pausing when he spots you on the couch in a blanket burrito. If it was a normal day you’d joke back, bounce off his energy. But you just couldn’t find it in you.

Tommy grins, all but collapsing onto the couch next to you. “Gimmie blankets.”

With a heavily exaggerated sigh, you include him in the burrito. He’s all physical affection and doesn’t hesitate to pull you even closer to him, to the point where you drop your head on his shoulder.

“What are we watching? Up? Princess and the Popstar? A movie with a dog in it?” Tommy doesn’t even give you the chance to respond, grabbing the remote and finding Lego Batman.

"Aren't you still streaming today?" You ask.

"Why would I want to stream when I can watch Lego Batman with you?" He asks like it's the most obvious thing in the world, even shaking his head as the opening scene plays.

Although it's obviously meant to be played off as casual, the words mean a lot to you. Especially on a rough day when you know you aren't yourself and not nearly as fun.

Within mere seconds you find yourself dozing off, comfortable and safe with him.

When you wake up, it's to voices. Multiple, although one is Tommy and the other is a bit grainier around the edges. Like a phone call.

"-wanted to make sure everything was fine." Wilbur is saying.

"I'm at their house right now. You're interrupting our together time, Wilbur. That's actually not very cool of you." Tommy answers.

"I was worried about you two! Clearly you're okay though. Are they?"

"Bad day, innit? We all get 'em."

Wilbur sighs. "Yeah. I'll go then."

"Yeah, as you fucking should."

"Jesus, you don't have to be so-"

Tommy taps the phone loudly, laughing to himself.

"Why'd you hang up in the middle of him talking?" You ask, yawning.

After a second you realize he's not next to you anymore. Instead, he's across the room.

"Deserved it. He bet me that I couldn't do a cartwheel! How dare he doubt my abilities?!"

That definitely wasn't what they were talking about, and Tommy definitely can't do a cartwheel, but you're too lost in the abrupt topic change to put either of those thoughts into words.

"What?"

"Watch." He says proudly, backing up. Hands raised in the air, he leans over and flops onto his face. "...ow. That didn't happen."

Unable to help yourself, you laugh. The frown he was wearing immediately turns into a smile.

"I ordered your favorite food on UberEats but it won't be here for another ten minutes."

"You didn't have to." You say quietly.

"What if Twitter found out I was being a bad boyfriend? What then? My reputation, gone."

"So this is all for Twitter?"

"Exactly!"

Was Tommy being a little weirder than normal? It almost seemed like he was, but there wasn't any good reason to it. Unless he was just trying to make you smile, which he was succeeding at.

Oh.

He was making your bad day a little better in the Tommyinnit way: love hidden in humor. His tactic was working, too, which was the most surprising part of it all.

"We should play a game while we wait or some shit. Wait! Let's play Uno! I've been studying the art of the Uno, Charlie's been teaching me!" He suddenly blurts out.

"You've been studying Uno?"

"I'm bilingual in card games."

"That's not how it works."

"Of course it is. Charlie Slimecicle would never lie to me."

"I feel like he might."

"I win. We're playing Uno." Tommy declares.

You aren't even sure you own Uno, but he disappears for a second and when he comes back it's with the game held in his hand. It takes a full five minutes just to shuffle the deck because he tried to make it rain money using the cards, but you get there eventually.

By the time the UberEats guy arrives (a full minute late, which Tommy makes a jokingly big deal of), you've won twice. The simplicity of the game, the joking attacks, the comebacks, and the revenge all work together to ease the tension left in you until you realize that the day's took a turn for the better.

Tommy always had that power in him. That ability to turn your day around, make it so much better. Despite how you didn't tell him why you opted out of the stream, he still showed up and stuck around and made you laugh.

"Finally, some fucking food." He groans, collapsing on the ground where you've been playing Uno. There's a table right there, but the ground is just so much better.

"Only took eleven minutes." You joke, reaching over to steal some of his food.

Instead of complaining, he gives you a huge grin. His next words are just a beat too late, hindered by the proud grin he's wearing, but neither of you mention it. "Exactly! Where's some good service when you need it?"

And, in a matter of hours, you realize it's no longer a bad day. Not anymore, at least. And it's all because of him.

[sanderchu]

❀what can I get you?❀

⇨⚠︎Please read the ‘rules’, ‘what I make’, deletion part of it all (under masterlist), + masterlist before requesting! ⚠︎⇦

⫸About me

Name: Sander (nicknames are fine since I have a habit of giving ppl nicknames)

Sexuality: Pansexual 💕💛💙

Pronouns: Any :) (prefers they/them more but doesnt matter!)

editor: @rayneywidows

Discord: ᴀɴɢᴇʟ✧.*#0414

a bit more about me :]

⫸writing rules/boundaries

Masterlist

Deletion part of my writings/request

- I make hcs

- Little writings

- Fluff, angst, etc etc (no smut!)

I Write for

- Dsmp (mostly Bc It’s what I started with)

- Haikyuu

- Genshin

-Bsd (bungo stray dogs)

-Sk8 the infinity

(Goes for everyone just not gonna change it because it’s already just there, maybe later if this goes well)

I dont write for pregnant reader I don’t feel comfortable! Please respect that ty

I will write time skips

- I don’t just write x reader I write about duos or groups (cricket crew, crimeboys, dteam, etc.) and also lore and little side stories about the lore and tales of the smp (Ik people won’t care but I just wanted to say it) also I don’t ship the groups or duos it’s more like little hangouts and just things they would do

- I also write really any au for any fandom listed

- All readers Are gn (gender neutral) unless the request says to put a certain one or I put a gender role otherwise but apart from ranboo he is always with a male reader

- if you want a platonic person w/ reader please state that if not it will turn out x reader and ik some ppl like platonic sometimes (and if you are requesting multiple people you can put the people that you want to be platonic, ex: Dream, tommy (platonic), Wilbur (platonic) sapnap. Or if you want them all to be platonic you can mention it in the beginning or end of your request)

-I write for c! And cc! As well so if you want c please mention that if not it’s automatically going to be cc

- ranboo is always x male reader or trans ftm reader for obvious reasons unless is a friendship thing then the reader will be gender neutral or Fem or anything else

- Tommy is always now platonic due to recent news! (He has a gf)

- I make writings based on songs so if you want that just give me the person then the song name :) I love a challenge

- I also make writing with one or two words so all you really have to do is give me one or two words and the character you want :)

-I don’t write for billzo since it’s against his boundaries!!!

⫸extra run throughs

Not a rule person but I must mention this just in case

-I don’t write rape, pedos, etc it’s just not right (sh I don’t mind but I will always keep it to a minimum)

- I do not write smut I don’t really want to. Also I respect others boundaries and try to stick to the fluff and other things apart from smut

- Tubbo and tommy is always platonic since he has a partner so tubbo and tommy is more friendship and nothing relationship wise

- I don’t not write pregnant Reader I personally just don’t like it but I will write reader raising a kid with a dsmp person (never tommy tho or just any young one)

-hate makes me laugh- just putting that out there- I don’t take hate seriously lmao no reason to take it seriously when this is the internet

Mutuals

Taken Anon Emojis

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Feral Boys as CGs!

cc! Feral Boys x reader (gender neutral)

Requested: No

Proofread: No

Music: We don't talk about Bruno from Encanto

Warnings: None! Just Kenma with brainrot for ccs!

Author's note: Before anybody says something about me using the word feral, I'm indigenous. My tribe is the Yaqui/Yome. It's not a slur. It's an offensive term yeah but not a slur. (Also I'm casually coming out as an age regressor cause why not. My agere blog is @babyboynamedsapling)

-Mod Kenma

First off, they spoil the heck out of you

They will literally spend HOURS looking at what to buy you

It's honestly so sweet

Sapnap and Karl take you out to the park and play areas

George makes you most of your snacks and looks up recipes

Quackity and Dream love playing pretend with you

Dream will pretend to be the bad guy while you and Quackity fight him

Having as many caregivers as you do means that they team up on you when it's nap time, bedtime, bath time, and when it's time to eat

When I say team up, I don't mean it in a negative way! Just when you're being stubborn, the others help

Since Dream and George have a very liberal schedule, you're with them a lot

Karl is probably the best at getting you to sleep

If you need noise to sleep, he'll put on a cartoon in the background or noises you like

If you sleep with a paci, he'll make sure it stays in your mouth

Whichever stuffie you wanna lay with is going to stay by your side

Honestly, the other guys are a little jealous

Cuddle parties are definitely a thing

You're squished in the middle while the guys lay around you

The fans don't know you and barely know about you

Sometimes when you need a nap and you're being fussy, Sapnap will go to Karl while he's streaming and tell him what's going on

In situations like this, cameras will be turned off and they'll tell chat that "our baby needs me right now"

Sometimes when you're in a bigger headspace, you'll talk a little to chat

They don't feel comfortable showing your face, since there are a bunch of weird people that would mistake it as DDLG or kink and don't want you to be harassed

They are more vocal about age regression though, feeling the parental urge to keep their communities as welcoming and open as possible

Most, if not all of their chat is accepting and welcoming of you, even if they don't really know you

Sometimes chat begs to be able to say hi to you

Quackity makes fun of his chat and says no

Dream just laughs

Sapnap agrees and teases chat

George also teases chat

And Karl always agrees no matter what

There are a few group cooking streams where they try to make you some snackies!

You even get to sit behind the camera and taste test

You play with the cats all the time

If you nap by yourself, they're laying with you

If you run any sort of agere blog, they'll help take photos for you

Honestly, even though they're chaotic, as caregivers, the guys are absolute sweethearts

[basilly]

˗ˏˋ life’s a beach | a dsmp beach house series masterlist ´ˎ˗

 ☼summary: in which the dsmp goes to a beach house for the weekend... full of sand, laughter, and smiles, they’re memories to last a lifetime. 

☼ includes: oneshots/hcs for the dsmp members- there is no storyline or plot, but just scenarios if you guys went to a beach house!

☼ cc’s included: (all romantic except minors & jack) cc!dream, cc!george, cc!sapnap, cc!karl, cc!quackity, cc!wilbur, c!technoblade (modern au), cc!bench trio ft. cc!jack, cc!awesamdude, cc!callahan, cc!nihachu, ft. cc!philza 

☼ warnings: swearing!

☼ gender/pronouns: gender neutral, they/them 

☼ status: finished!

☼ updates: no schedule but prob twice a week

☼ taglist: closed!

☼ note: AHH i can not tell you how excited i am for this series- huge thanks to all of msgi for their help and support, esp @inniterhq​ for brainstorming a lot of this with me <33

© basilly 2021. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, or translate my work

ೃ⁀➷ the only fish in the sea for me | cc!dream x reader

what could happen when you and dream sneak off at midnight? .... swimming??

ೃ⁀➷ stay salty | cc!sapnap x reader

when the ‘property of sapnap’ isn’t well-known enough~

ೃ⁀➷ naps in ... not so paradise | cc!george x reader

george's nap is rudely interrupted, he will never get a moment of peace <3

ೃ⁀➷ bonfires, blankets, and bbqs | cc!karl x reader

gathered around the bonfire makes for warm snuggles after a long day of sandcastle competitions and naps

ೃ⁀➷ long walks on the boardwalk | cc!quackity x reader

enjoying a stroll with your duck boyfriend at dusk- where he finds amusement in the little things

ೃ⁀➷ memories saved in the sand | cc!wilbur x reader

soaking up the rays from the warm sun sounded like a great idea- at least to you. wilbur on the other hand...

ೃ⁀➷ shells of love | c!technoblade x reader 

modern!au : making a small craft from nature’s love is more frustrating than it seems

ೃ⁀➷ banana boats & babysitting | cc!bench trio & jack x reader (platonic)

a day out boating with the boys... time for babysitter y/n to make their appearance

ೃ⁀➷ sun freckles | cc!awesamdude x reader

he wants to show you a little spot he found on his adventures- and soak up some sun while you’re at it

ೃ⁀➷ salty hair with no care | cc!nihachu x reader

after some salty sea fun, niki provides relinquish and comfort under the shade

ೃ⁀➷ the quiet before the tsunami | cc!callahan x reader

the quietness of the morning is always elevated by the comfort of your boyfriend and his cooking

banner creds: @/aube_blue on twt

tagging for reach! @helliontherapscallion​ @hufflepuff-writings​ @bozowrites​ @inniterhq​ @sleepysoupi​ @dysfunctionalcrab​ @yamturds​ @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc​ @cherios​ @acidtabletz @chubbity​ @ttakinou​ @strawberrymilkgeorge​ 

[minecraftmen]

Horizontal Days

cc!Dream x reader

reader is disabled (mostly nonspecific) and semi-nonverbal (uses sign language). no pronouns used.

cw: medication mention; pet names (gender neutral)

bit of a horizontal day for myself so I wrote some self-indulgent comfort

[ requests are open! I write disabled!reader x MCYTs :] ]

As soon as you wake up, you know it's gonna be a rough day.

Your head is foggy, your pulse is racing - you don't really need to, but you drag a hand up to the pulse point under your jaw to double check, and yeah, it really is - and you feel out of breath from that little movement alone.

Next to you, Dream stirs. "Hey, baby," he mumbles, "you 'wake?"

All you can manage in return is a tiny nod, before you go back to carefully taking slow, deep breaths. Vaguely, you register Dream sitting up, then you feel a hand flitting over you, mirroring your own as he checks your pulse. He releases a soft noise and settles his hand into your hair, then, starting to card through it gently. "Oh, sweetheart," he soothes. "Horizontal day, huh." He doesn't so much ask as simply say it - he knows your tells by now.

You pry your eyes open and look up at him apologetically. He shakes his head. "Don't be sorry. It's not like you can control it," he gently scolds. You breathe deeply again. You know, of course, but sometimes it's hard to quiet the little negative voice in your head. You open up a hand towards him, and he takes it in his own. You smile at him gratefully and fluster a little as he coos over you. Eyes shut again, you give his hand a little squeeze, and you feel him lean down and press a soft kiss to your forehead.

You stay like that for a few minutes, holding hands, Dream's other gently brushing through your hair again. Finally, you take another extra-deep breath, and look up at Dream to find him already looking at you, nothing but love and patience in his eyes. You give his hand a gentle squeeze again and stretch out your other limbs. Again he seems to understand immediately, without any words, and helps you to carefully sit up just enough to prop your upper body on the pillows.

You grab your things from the nightstand - tooth care, meds - but you pause, trying to process what's missing. After a beat, Dream pipes up, "Oh! I topped up your water last night but forgot to bring it back." He looks at you sheepishly. You breathe out a laugh. That, at least, is pretty normal for the two of you; between brain fog and ADHD, someone is always forgetting something. He chuckles along and hands you his own water bottle. You pull him closer and kiss his cheek. It's the thought that counts, doofus, you hope to convey. He smiles, still sheepish, but he seems to get it.

After you brush up and take your meds, the fog starts to lift a little. (Seriously, one of those baby tooth care sets at your bedside for days like this? Invaluable.) Dream had moved close enough to lay your head on his shoulder while the meds kicked in. You look up at him through your lashes. He notices after a minute, and returns your gaze with a coy grin. "What're you lookin' at?"

You flash a coy smile of your own, and pick up your hand. Pretty, you sign simply. Instantly his face flushes. You giggle, pleased you caught him off guard.

"Shut up," he mumbles, and hides his giddy smile in your hair. "You're such an idiot."

You kiss his shoulder. I know.

You sit like that comfortably for a few more minutes, until Dream sits back up. "Food time?"

You nod; you can definitely feel your low blood sugar. Dream seems relieved. "Pancakes?" he asks hopefully. You nod eagerly, and he rushes to get up. You giggle and hurry to grab his attention with a pat on the mattress; he turns back to you immediately.

Strawberries? and apple juice? you sign excitedly, smile widening as he scoffs good-naturedly.

"Of course, babe, who do you think I am?" he teases, leaning in to give you one last forehead kiss. He smiles at you, all teeth and love and freckles, and hurries out the door.

You take a deep breath, your own smile lingering as you watch him go fondly.

You're so in love with this doofus.

[wldflvrs]

NOT WARRIORS, wilbur soot

a cc!wilbur soot x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which wilbur soot meets someone who unintentionally saves him from the pit of sorrow he’s dug himself into

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, angst, fluff, post-break up feelings and stuff, hurt/comfort, swearing, non-content creator au, mentions of alcohol consumption, told in third person pov. (3.6k words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, not warriors by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, wrote some soft wilbur stuff inspired by my favourite song atm for my birthday

It was 4 in the morning and Wilbur laid wide awake in bed for the second day in a row. No matter how hard he had tried, it was absolutely no use because even if he did manage to fall asleep, the dreams—or nightmares as he deemed them—that plagued his heart-broken mind would wake him up again. Reminding him of all the time and love he has wasted into someone who ended up getting bored of him.

Reaching for his phone that he had earlier thrown across the bed, he groaned as the bright light blinded his sight, making him take a moment before they had finally adjusted as to allow him to see the influx of missed calls and texts begging him to just let the senders know that he was even alive which promptly made him turn it off. He wasn't in the mood for talking. He wasn't in the mood for anything actually! All he wanted was to curl up into his bed and have just one peaceful night but he knew that wouldn't be possible. He knew that the second he closed his eyes or even looked around his room, memories of the person he once called his lover would flood his brain and he didn't want that.

He couldn't stand being here, or anywhere she's been, and so Wilbur decided he would go for a walk. Getting up from bed, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed a jacket before making his way out of his apartment and began walking in a random direction. It didn't matter where he ended up, just as long as he was away from anywhere she may be.

The cold bitter air hit his face as he quickly regretted not bringing a scarf but made no effort to warm his face or turn back. This was the most he's done since she broke up with him and the first time he hasn't resorted to alcohol to numb his feelings (because it was something he had promised her before this mess happened). And like the fool that he was, he still fucking loved her and went through with his promise—even if he was beginning to regret it. He wanted to not feel the heartbreak, he wanted to forget and numb it all even if it would all come rushing back the morning after. Perhaps then he’d finally get a restful night's sleep.

Making his way across the street, Wilbur finally realised that he finally made it towards a park. In the daytime, it was often crowded with young couples on dates and children running after (and getting chased by the) ducks at the nearby pond but even at night it was lovely. Perhaps he would feel better staying here for a while, he didn’t have any past memories associated with the little park and he doubted he’d ever come back after tonight so what did he have to lose?

Finding himself a bench to sit at, he found one that overlooked the pond which seemed to sparkle is the moonlight. She would’ve loved this- Wilbur shook the thought out of his head. He had to. There was no use in thinking about her anymore, she had found better. He scoffed at the thought. Even while he was doing anything to distract himself from her, it seemed as though she had already made herself a home within his mind and even though she had left, the memories remained with no plans of leaving—forever haunting him.

Wilbur remained at the bench, enjoying the cool air as he popped an earbud in and blasted his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts. It wasn’t as good as what alcohol could’ve done, but it was good enough. And even if he did want to drink his sorrows, that would mean having to go to the supermarket where he could risk running into one of his friends and as much as he appreciated them dearly, he could not handle their worry and concern right now.

“Hello there.” Wilbur allowed a crack of a smile to appear on his face as one of the ducks had waddled up to him. He had been sitting there for a while now and posed no signs of being a threat to the ducks so it wasn’t a surprise that one of them had decided to approach him.

The duck, unsurprisingly, remained quiet and continued to stare at him.

“I don’t have any food unfortunately, but I’ll bring some next time, yeah?” And as if the duck had understood him, it quacked then began waddling back towards the bridge where the rest of it’s family stood.

A duck that can understand humans? Wilbur almost laughed at the thought.

By now the sun had begun to rise, allowing rays of sunlight to peek through the leaves of trees surrounding the park and act as a reminder for Wilbur to leave. He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew, or anyone in general for that matter! He just wanted to go home and curl up into his bed for the remainder of the day and as an adult living by himself, he was able to do just that.

Carelessly throwing his phone onto the couch the second he made it through his front door, he put his shoes away and hung up his coat before heading to his room to ‘rot away’ as one of his friends had called it when he checked his notifications. He didn’t pay attention to the name of who sent it nor did he care. He thinks it was Jack, or maybe Tommy. Probably Jack. He’d reply later. Whenever that was.

And so like clockwork, for the next few days, Wilbur had left to head to the park at around 4 in the morning with a small bag of oats to feed the ducks with. He would stay there for a few hours, either until he was too cold to continue being outside or until the sun had begun to rise and people were starting to arrive.

He had made the effort of at least making his presence known to his friends so that they weren’t blowing up his phone every hour wondering if he was even alive. It only took Tommy threatening to file a missing persons report if he didn’t reply—because “I know you’re reading this, Wil”—for the young boy to finally hear back from him but also understanding that he was going through a tough time, didn’t pester him about it. From there, he would occasionally reply to one of their messages and in return, they wouldn’t be breaking his notifications every hour. For the most part that was.

Tonight was no different from the others. Leaving his apartment at four in the morning with a bag of oats in hand and barely three hours of sleep, he headed towards the park where he would be spending his early morning with ducks. God that sounded pathetic.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted the flock of ducks who had waddled towards him upon his arrival. They pecked at his legs, silently (but sort of painfully) asking for him to feed them, making him laugh quietly. “Alright I’ll stop talking, here.”

Despite his words, he did not stop talking.

Shortly after throwing a handful of oats onto the ground, Wilbur had begun to rant about his day to the ducks who mindlessly pecked at the pile of oats before them. He told them about his day and how he almost texted her asking how she was and how he almost gave in to go to the supermarket and buy himself a bottle of vodka and say screw it to the promise he has made her. He didn’t, obviously, despite him wanting to. He was by the door about to turn the doorknob and leave when something seemed to stop him. He didn’t know if it was because he’s grown an attachment to the ducks or the fact that he still wanted to keep that promise he made to her or something else entirely but he ended up back in bed soon after.

“You don’t think I’m going mad, do you?” He asked, not expecting any sort of response other than a quack but was surprised when another voice replied to his question.

“Just a bit.”

The sudden presence made him jump and almost drop the rest of the oats in his bag. He mentally cursed himself for that before turning his head to the side where a person stood a couple feet apart from him. It was still fairly early in the morning so there was no reason for someone who appears to be around his age to be in the middle of the park on a Wednesday morning, but then again here he was, so who was he to judge?

“Hello to you guys too.” The stranger laughed as the group of ducks he was just previously feeding had ended up at their side, pecking at their legs the same way they did to him whenever he came by.

Wilbur watched in a mix of shock and awe.

“They like you.” He voiced his thoughts.

The stranger looked up from the ducks at their feet to nod at him. “Most of the time, I used to feed them on my way back home from class.”

“Used to?”

“I’m finishing my last semester this year, so I’ve been going straight home after class. I’m surprised they still remember me.”

“I’ve been feeding them for the past few days.”

The stranger let out a chuckle at the obvious statement. “I can see that. They’re pretty sweet, I can see why you were talking to them. Great listeners.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes at their words. “You can call me weird for talking to ducks, I won’t be too offended.”

“I’m Wilbur.” He introduced after a moment of silence settled between them. He extended a hand out for them to take as he put the bag of oats into his jacket pocket.

“(Y/N).” They replied with a gentle smile that Wilbur unintentionally mirrored.

That afternoon when he returned home—he had invited them to get coffee at a nearby cafe which they agreed to—a part of him was thankful he didn’t give in last night and went out to drown his sorrows in burning alcohol but the other part felt suddenly more empty now that he was alone.

He had only known (Y/N) for a few hours but it was enough for him to grow fond of their company. He wanted to see them again and while he did get their number, he also knew that they were finishing up their last semester of university so freetime wasn’t always in their schedule. The last thing he wanted was for them to possibly fail an assignment or test due to him. But he had their number, so perhaps he’d be able to see them again soon.

Falling into the warm embrace of his bed, Wilbur placed his phone by his nightstand before burying his face into his pillow. Exhaustion had been plaguing him despite the few hours of sleep he’s been beginning to get each night but apparently, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his body’s needs and so with nothing in his day to look forward to, Wilbur slept.

He slept from two in the afternoon until nearly one in the morning, his mind far too exhausted to produce any dreams that would have him jolting awake which he was thankful for. He was almost certain that had it not been for the sound of his phone going off that he would’ve slept through the entire night.

Reaching for his phone, he took a second to adjust to the bright light the screen casted before unlocking it to reveal two messages from you. The first read, i think they’re hungry, with the following being a picture of the ducks at your feet. Wilbur chuckled to himself, punching a quick reply before getting up from his bed.

Taking a shower and brushing his teeth before rushing to throw on a pair of jeans with the first sweater he saw, Wilbur almost forgot to grab the oats as he ran out the door. He was certain he was forgetting something else but as he patted his pockets and didn’t feel anything missing or out of place, he simply assumed it wasn’t important enough to bring before running back out the door and towards the park.

“Hey!” They greeted as Wilbur’s pace slowed to a jog before stopping by their side, hands resting on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Hey.” He responded, bringing cold air into his lungs as he felt his heart beat continue to race. “Sorry, I took so long.”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright, sorry if I woke you by the way.”

“No no, it’s alright. I’ve been sleeping all week, I need to get out more anyways.” He replied.

They remained silent though it looked like they wanted to say something. Wilbur didn’t press on it.

It was strange how comforting the silence was. Usually he didn’t like the silence since that was when his mind got the most of him but right now, it was the opposite. The silence hung across their shoulders comfortingly as he pulled out the bag of oats and began feeding the ducks that had been pecking at both of your legs upon arrival.

It was strange, but he liked it.

“Why did you come back?” Wilbur suddenly asked, breaking the silence that previously held them.

They hummed in response, tilting their head to the side as if silently asked him what he meant by that.

“I mean why did you come here, I thought you said you were busy with your studies now?” He said, throwing another handful of oats onto the ground.

“Tired, I guess. Of staying home studying all day I mean, it gets boring isolating yourself in your room all day.” Wilbur definitely knew how that felt.

“Oh so it’s not because you missed me?” He teased, placing a hand over his heart to add to the joke.

(Y/N) laughed, and Wilbur found himself smiling at the reaction he was able to pull out of them as if it was an achievement of sorts.

“No, that too. It was fun getting coffee earlier, I really enjoyed it.”

He wondered if they were able to see the way the corners of his lips quirked upwards at that. “I uh, I had a great time with you too. If you’re free, I’d really like to get another coffee with you sometime? I understand you’re busy and all but I’m honestly free whenever.”

“How about lunch tomorrow? My class ends at 11.”

“I’ll pick you up!”

Wilbur didn’t own a car. He knew how to drive, but he did not own a car.

This didn’t act as large of a problem the night before but now with less than hour before (Y/N)’s class was ending and the promise of driving them to lunch, Wilbur was rapidly running out of options to save himself.

God he was such an idiot.

Just as he was about to give up and call them to come up with some lie about his ‘totally real and existing car,’an idea popped into his mind. It probably wasn’t the best idea but he was seriously running out of time.

Pulling out his phone, he hastily unlocked it and searched through his contacts and pressed the call button on the one he wanted. He waited for three rings before the line connected and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Wilbur? Are you alright-”

“Jack! I need a favour!”

Rustling came from Jack’s end of the line before he spoke again. “Okay, that depends. What is it exactly?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“What?”

He didn’t have enough time for this, but it was also his last and only resort so he didn’t have much of a choice anyways, so he explained it all. He told him how he began heading to the park in the middle of the night to feed the ducks and ended up meeting someone who also befriended the ducks which led to him asking them to lunch and offering to give them a ride despite him not owning a car and how that now brought him to asking Jack for his car so he wouldn’t have to come up with some shitty lie as to why he couldn’t give them a ride. It was a mouthful to say and an even bigger earful to hear and for a second, Wilbur wondered if what he had said was even coherent as silence was the only thing he heard for a while.

It wasn’t until laughter came from the other line that he knew he had heard and understood it.

“So you’re telling me, you lied to your date and didn’t realise it until now?” Jack managed to say between laughs. Wilbur simply huffed in annoyance at his friend's response, not even realising that Jack had called it a date.

“Jack- okay yes I did, I’m an idiot I know but please let me borrow your car and I’ll do anything. I’ll owe you the biggest favour ever.” This caught Jack’s interest and Wilbur contemplated taking it back or not but before he could even decide, Jack had already accepted it.

“Alright fine, I’ll drive by your place and you can take it. Just don’t mess it up or you’re paying.”

Wilbur let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So so much!”

Surprisingly, he had made it to (Y/N)’s university with five minutes to spare—and no accidents—allowing for him to mentally prepare himself.

He didn’t understand why he was so nervous, it was just lunch. There was no reason for him to be feeling like this. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’s felt this nervous—probably because back then, he would drink enough alcohol required before he no longer felt anything. It was a good thing, for multiple reasons, that he didn’t drink anymore but he still wished there was something he could do to ease the nervousness.

The passenger side door swung open, breaking Wilbur out of his thoughts and somehow managing to make his heart beat faster as his eyes landed on them who greeted him warmly with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey, ready to go?”

Wilbur mutely nodded, his brain a complete mess of words he couldn’t say making it hard to even form a coherent thought. Thankfully however, as the car roared to life, there was little talking needed as they went to turn on the radio shortly after he began to drive away and the sound of their singing—and occasionally his own—filled the car as he drove towards the restaurant they would be spending the rest of their afternoon at.

Had someone told him a week ago, when he began spiralling into that hole that led him to sleepless nights at the park with ducks as his only company for a little while, that it would lead him to spending all his lunches at a restaurant down the street with a stranger—or friend possibly?—and nights together at the park or his flat who made him feel better in such a small span of time, Wilbur would’ve laughed in their face then tell them to fuck off. He didn’t need a knight in shining armour and he most definitely didn’t need a saviour to save him from the mess he put himself through. But that wasn’t how life worked, and he still got one in the form of a college student who also enjoyed feeding the ducks.

His saviour however, wasn’t a cold warrior of any sorts but rather, a kind hearted stranger whose smile managed to make his heart flutter and leave his flurried mind at a loss for words. They wore sweaters instead of shining armour and gave him coffee for those early mornings he went to meet them before class and laughed whenever the ducks would get too impatient waiting for their food instead devoting their life to protecting another for the sake of justice.

His saviour, in short, was someone who had walked into his heart that he was positive he had locked and made themselves at home without him even noticing it.

It was terrifying when he finally realised—and even more so when he found himself subconsciously welcoming them to stay in his heart. Had all the heartbreak he just endured not been enough for him to go falling in-love with someone all over again? Had he not learnt his lesson already?

It didn’t make sense! He knew how relationships ended. He knew how his relationships always ended.

He didn’t want to go through the heartbreak all over again. He didn’t want to be hurt again, but this—the way they made him forget about it all and filled his head up with new memories and feelings to yearn over—was different.

This could be different.

Right?

Shuffling from the other side of his bed caught his attention. Glancing down, he saw (Y/N)’s sleeping figure twist and turn in their sleep, unable to get comfortable before moving closer towards Wilbur who instinctively wrapped his arms around them, pulling their body closer to his so that they could rest comfortably against him.

They mumbled something he couldn’t quite understand which was quickly followed by soft snores, leaving Wilbur wide awake in his bedroom with a soft smile on his face as moonlight shone through the window. This was all the confirmation he needed.

This would be different.

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[struggling-with-time]

Breaking Point [Sapnap x reader]

Paring: Sapnap x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: You are both on your edge, it's not looking good for your relationship.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, infidelity.

Words: 1.1k

A/N: Please request stuff, I'm starting to run out of ideas myself. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Also, thanks to the kind-hearted @libbynotfound for once again beta reading for me <3

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”Listen Y/n, I didn’t mean to okay.” Sapnap treks after you, as you throw open the front door to your home. You scorn at his words. “Didn’t mean to what? Get caught or do it in the first place?”

You turn around to face him right there in the hallway. Taking in his silence, before you turn back around to head into your shared bedroom.

“Your hesitance says enough.”

“I just-” Sapnap tries, he does. You stop in your track once more, not turning around to face him.

“You just what?” You hiss out “You just happened to fucking cheat on ME?!” You can’t help but yell at him, all your frustrations bubbling right in your throat. Leaving you with the bitter taste of anger.

“No, I mean yes. I mean, fuck!” Sapnap pulls a hand through his hair, as he watches you walk into your bedroom. Giving himself a moment to breathe, before he follows.

Sapnap stands in the doorway, as he watches you pace the floor. He runs a hand over his face. “I’m sorry okay! I was drunk, and one thing led to another, and then we were in bed, and then you walked in.”

You turn around abruptly. “Don’t you fucking dare blame the alcohol.” You walk closer to him, until you are standing right in front of him. “Don’t you fucking dare do that, when you told me alcohol wasn’t an excuse to have kissed my friend.”

“I- it isn’t the same.”

“What you were soberer huh?”

“No, but we both fucked up.”

“You’re a prick, you a real fucking asshole do you know that?” You throw your arms out in frustration. More than done with the argument already.

“You aren’t exactly a fucking angel yourself.” Sapnap snaps at you, as you go back to pacing the room. Unable to look at him.

“No, but at least I owe up to my mistakes!”

“Then what do I do?” It’s now his turn to make gestures at you, the frustration boiling in both of you, making the air in the bedroom feel heavy. You don’t slow down to look at him. “What? You want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness?”

You scoff at his words. As fucking if.

“Don’t scoff at me.”

“Or what?” You glare at him.

“Jesus Christ, why are you like this?”

“Why are we like this?”

Silence falls over the two of you, both of you heaving out of frustration and anger, unsaid words hanging in the air, slowly drowning the two of you.

Sapnap sighs.

He makes his way over to your shared bed, and sits down, holding his head in his hands. A sombre mood slowly takes over as you watch him.

“I’m sorry okay, I’m truly sorry. It shouldn’t have happened. Yet...”

“It did.”

“Yeah, it did.”

You sit down beside him on the bed, you fall onto your back when he turns to look at you.

“I think we need to look the truth in the eyes.” The celling has now become your new area of interest for your eyes.

“The truth?”

He falls back too.

You’re now both lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. Mirroring the picture, you have framed on your wall from your 3rd anniversary when you went on a picnic. You had asked a stranger to take a picture of the two of you as you spotted clouds together. It was a cute and intimate moment. It was perfect.

“Sapnap, when was the last time we spent actual time together?”

“…” His silence hangs heavy in the air, joining the sombre mood and frustrations from earlier.

You turn your head to look at him. Catching him already looking at you.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”

Sapnap turns his gaze back onto the ceiling. Regretting the night before. Regretting a lot of things. Regretting staying when you kissed your friend. Regretting promising you it would just be the two of you.

“We went to the aquarium.” He recounts. You can’t help but laugh at the memory of the trip. “We fought so much, I don’t think they are letting us back in. I’m not sure if it’s for the fish’ or the kids’ sake.”

“Maybe our own…” he adds to your anecdote.

“I can’t disagree with that.”

The somberness falls upon the two of you again.

“So where do we go from here?” he catches your eyes, staring into them, right through them. And for the first time in a long while you feel seen by him, not just watched.

“I take the bag I’ve packed-” Sapnap sits up at that, interrupting you. “You have a packed bag?”

You slowly sit up, finally admitting out loud, “I’ve had one since the aquarium…”

“That was 2 months ago.”

You nod, staring at the wall ahead. Silence falls upon the room once more. You listen to him shuffle around a bit before he speaks up again.

“We were already falling apart back then weren’t we.”

The confession hangs in the air as if he’s waiting on your approval.

“We have been for some time.”

And you give it to him. He watches you as you get back up from the bed, lazily standing in front of him. Wanting to reach out. Instead, it feels like a stranger is sitting on the bed you are used to sharing with your beloved.

“I’m sorry.”

He breaks you out of your head. As he has always been good at.

“You keep saying that, and maybe I should too.”

You know you haven’t been the best partner either, you did kiss someone else, and you had begged him to stay. So he stayed.

“Maybe, I just feel like it’s my fault.”

Sapnap tries to reach out to you, but you let his hand linger in the air. You want to take it, you do. But you know better.

“It’s on both of us. We just hit the final straw finally.”

His hand falls. And it seems the two of you have both accepted this is it. That night your home turns into a house, with one less resident. And one less bag containing enough stuff, that the two of you never truly see each other eye to eye again.

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