#dsmp fluff

[nerdysleepybunny]

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

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

Have a wonderful day/night!

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

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

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

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

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

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

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

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

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

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

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

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

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

Like

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

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

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

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

“Whatever you say, mate.”

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

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

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

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

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

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

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

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

Uh… cry party?

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

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

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

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

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

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

Okay now for some actual comfort!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

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

“Fine. Come here.”

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

Works like a charm!

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[kumezyzo]

hi me again i was just watching sapnaps vod bc i’ve been on holiday but he was saying how he used to love his back being scratched and hair played with 😭😭 imagine laying in bed with him on an evening and just doing that for him oh my god please

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lets not talk about how long ago these asks were asked.... im sorry 😁🙏🏼

enjoy? :) m.list

i feel like bf!sap might initiate it on purpose quite a bit. like, if you're just lazing around, he lays with his head on your stomach or chest. usually, it ends up with your hand in his hair, running your fingers through his curls.

but bf!sap also gets caught off guard by you putting your hands in his hair, unprovoked.

maybe bf!sap is at his desk or smth and you walk up behind him to give him a little kiss on the cheek. but you place a hand on his shoulder and another in his hair to turn his head a bit. a chill runs down his spine and you're back on your path to wherever you were going.

other times, you've come up behind bf!sap and draped yourself over him. your hands end up in his hair, lightly scratching and massaging at the scalp beneath the forest of hair on his head.

then, on most occasions, bf!sap will once again be strewn ocer youe body. and if he's needy enough, he will guide your hand to his hair with a deep pout on his lips. but don't laugh at him. he gets annoyed.

i feel like this is barely any crumbs after months of nothing for you guys. and im sorry to all my anons, i love yall, i miss yall. dont hate me please 😭 -Nony

[showf4lls]

ɞ ― when you said you loved me; wilbur

cw + info! minific, domestic fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader / implied burnout, fatigue symptoms

prompt! "sorry, i think my brain stopped for a second when you said you loved me”

dedication! @ivyinnit​​

notes! again, super sorry that this is literally A YEAR late, but i’m trying to jump on this scrap of motivation that i have! i hope you guys like it :>

if you were being honest with yourself, it had been… a week. not quite bad but definitely not competing with any sunshine or rainbows. you were more than excited for the date night you and wilbur had planned at the beginning of the week. you wasted no time once you got off of work, heading home only to change into something that was not your work clothes and pack a bag before heading straight to wilbur’s apartment. you guys didn’t do date nights in like this too often, but you had enough prior experience to know that you’d probably fall asleep together on his couch and end up staying the night whether you planned for it or not, so it was pretty worth it to pack a bag. it wasn’t that far, the journey easy on your aching feet, and the route was pleasantly familiar. the sun had just begun to set when you knocked on his door with your overnight bag slung over one shoulder, a pillow pet tucked under the other arm. “hello,” you greeted, tone soft and hazy, when wilbur opened the door for you. the fatigue that hung over you was nearly palpable, almost seeming to come off of you in waves. he could tell immediately by the droop of your tired shoulders the kind of week you had.

“hi, honey,” he greeted gently. set a hand on your shoulder and stepped out of your way. “why don’t you come in? you can go change into your cozies in my room if you’d like. i’m just working on dinner.”

you nodded tiredly, humming in response. your eyes stayed shut just a second too long as you blinked and wilbur gently urged you down the hallway to his room.

“if you don’t come out in ten minutes, i’m coming to check on you!” he called after you, smiling softly as he watched you shuffle along.

“sounds good,” you mumbled in return, stepping into his room, only closing the door behind you most of the way. it was fine; you knew wilbur wasn’t the type to try and sneak a peek. yawning, you pulled your clothes off, not even bothering to fold them. you enthusiastically exchanged them for comfier pajamas – a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a hoodie you’d borrowed from wilbur a few weeks ago. you had originally intended to return it, but right now you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to care that far. that and you knew that he wouldn’t be super likely to have a problem with it. once you were finished, you tucked your backpack and the balled-up pile of your clothes into the corner of his room to take care of later. 

“less than ten minutes,” you announced sleepily as you trudged into his kitchen. “you don’t have to come check on me. see, i’m quite capable of dressing myself, thank you.” it was teasing and light, the most that you had the energy for at the moment. 

“i know you are,” he assured you, something about his tone fond. he stood in front of the stove, stirring a pot of something, a couple jars of sauce sitting on the counter beside him. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay. you seem a little sleepy is all.”

you hummed, crossing your arms over your chest. “thank you, much appreciated.”

a beat as wilbur added a pinch more of salt to the water. “are you sure you can make it through a movie tonight? because i’d be more than happy to read for a little bit if you wanted to sleep after dinner.”

you shook your head, the action much resembling that of a tuckered out toddler. “no, i wanna try. i might fall asleep, but maybe we could just watch a nature documentary instead of something on our list. don’t wanna make you rewatch it later just because i fell asleep.”

wilbur huffed a laugh, light and affectionate. “i wouldn’t mind rewatching anything, you know. as long as you get the rest you need.”

another shake of your head. “nope. i vote nature documentary. something with big cats on the savanna or something like that.”

wilbur gave another laugh, nodding. “alright. nature documentary it is then,” he conceded.

then, silence. it was comfortable. the air was warm, the perfect temperature to help you relax after a long week. your head lolled to the side as you leaned against the doorframe, leaving your cheek to rest against your shoulder. it was so comfortable here. nothing felt more like home than moments like these, watching your boy be all soft and in his element. he hummed a tune to himself - something he’d probably been working on for a new song - as he stirred, occasionally putting his hand up to catch some of the steam rising from the pot. he swayed to the beat, not seeming to mind your fatigued state too much. it helped ease the guilt that you held about not being able to give him a very interesting night. moments like these helped to remind you that you didn’t need to be stellar company all the time, that he was just content to have you around.

“wilbur?” you asked, hugging yourself now.

“yes, love?” he turned to look at you over his shoulder. “do you need something?”

you shook your head lightly. “no, i was just wondering what you were making for dinner. nothin’ crazy.”

wilbur’s expression melted into a smile. “i was just gonna make some pasta with the sauce how you like it. with the tomato sauce, the alfredo, and the spinach. and i got some bread, too. does that sound alright?”

you gave him a small grin, making a sound of approval. “oh, that sounds wonderful. can’t wait.”

“i figured you would,” he said, sounding proud of himself. “it’s easy, it tastes good, and i know for a fact that you like it.”

“i do, i do,” you agreed, padding over to hug him from behind. your arms wrapped gently around his middle and you pressed your face against his back. “thank you, wilbur. i love you so much. i appreciate you tons. this all means a lot.”

wilbur tensed, making a noise of surprise. a beat of silence.

you squeezed his middle, confused at the change in energy. “wilbur, are you alright?”

“i-i-i,” he stammered, brain buffering as he struggled to process your words. “no, yeah! i-i’m fine.” he gave a self deprecating laugh, letting the wooden spoon sit in the pot for just a moment as he turned around in your embrace to face you. “sorry, i think my brain stopped for a second when you said you loved me.”

you blushed at the realization. you hadn’t meant to say it right then, but you didn’t mean it any less. it was true; you loved him, and not just for all the things he did for you. you just wished that the first time you said it to him had been a little bit more intentional than you mumbling it into the back of his tee shirt while you were half asleep.

“hey, hey,” he whispered, pulling you out of your own head. one of his hands moved to cup your cheek. “i love you too, you know. a lot, actually.”

“good.” you grinned, leaning up to press the tips of your noses together, almost a bunny kiss. “because i mean it, soot.”

he hummed, content. “i mean it too.”

you hummed back, happy to rest against him like this forever.

his thumb grazed over your cheek before he pulled away, cheeks red and smile soft. “sorry to ruin the moment, but i’m gonna try and finish this pasta before you fall asleep on me. does that sound alright?”

you nodded, forehead against his back as he turned around to face the stove again. “love you, wil,” you mumbled again, this time through a yawn.

he laughed softly at the admission, his free hand finding one of yours that was still clasped around his middle. he held it, thumb grazing comfortingly over the back of it. “i love you too.”

[nikaizkool]

chubby s/o hcs beanie trio, oxeyduo

Quackity

: he'd lay his head down on your stomach looking at his phone while resting his head, youd play with the hair peeking out of his beanie twirling it around your finger, giving him as little head massage.

he loves it sm i just idk. him cuddling with your stomach with his arms wrapped around your lower back with his head pressed onto your stomach

George

: hed come up behind you and squeeze your stomach tickling your sides kissing your neck down to your shoulder, lifting you up by your stomach spinning you around

Sapnap

: hed kiss you all over literally anywhere hed lay down on your thighs facing your stomach smothering his face in your stomach

Wilbur

: the height difference between you two is wild so he cant cuddle your stomach or smthng so he just lays with you, his hands behind your neck and your head in his chest sometimes he'll just lay on the floor while your on the couch and hed lay his head inbetween your thighs as you play with his curls.

Charlie

: hed literally be so giggly around you. hed sneak up on you and turn you around tickling your stomach till you were both on the ground laughing

[colorfull-cord]

kisses with quackity

I’m gonna have a little fun with this…. Heheheheh 🦗🦟🦗🦟

Kisses

ships: quackity x y/n

!WARNINGS!: kissing

requested?: yes / no

“Ughhhhhh” you exhaled loudly. “I’m sooooo boredddd.” “Wait.” You say as you hop up from the couch and run towards quackitys streaming room. Today he had a chill Minecraft stream. You planned on going in and jumping on top of him to get attention. Now you knew that his audience would absolutely LOVE seeing this site, so you decided that it would be best. As you got closer and closer to the door your steps became quicker and quitter. Once you got to the door, you saw his stream, him with his chin in his hand, the monitors lit up brightly, and the chat trying to warm him of your presence. You very stealthily tip toed your way over to his chair, you had no idea on how he stayed so oblivious to you standing right behind him. Now was the best time to strike, you threw your body on top of him scaring him half to death. You couldn’t help but start laughing. As you lay there dying he just looks at you terrified. “BABE! WHAT HELL!” He said putting his arms on top of you. You started laughing even harder after that statement. Chat was rolling after this with hearts and laughter and just genuine excitement. “I’m….. gonna be right back guys….” He said before muting himself and turning his camera off. “BABE” he said sitting you up on top of his lap. “Whatttttt you were in here streaming sooooo I wanted to come and surprise you and your audience!” You said with a big smile plastered across your face. “Yeah yeah whatever.” The man with the beanie said while he looked at you with the happiest eyes. After that sweet moment you couldn’t help but give him a big kiss on the lips then peppering his face with kisses all around. He just sat there and smiled, with his eyes all squinty. “Ok ok that’s enough.” He said before picking you up bridle style and setting you on the bed. When on the bed he started giving you so many kisses just enjoying himself. “Well I need to get back to my…..stream.” He said freezing up when looking at his screen. It turns out he didn’t turn his camera OR his microphone off. Shortly after he just shut down his stream not wanting to deal with it anymore. That night while in bed, he started to scroll through twitter and saw nothing but clips and videos and pictures of you and him. Even his friends tweeting at him saying things like: “I wish he would that to me.” He couldn’t help but start smiling. Now that the internet knows of how much you two love each other, you would come in and give him little kisses here and there. The internet would EAT. THAT. UP.

*thanks for reading this! I hope you liked it! I really liked making this plus I was thinking about making something with quackity in it so this was perfect!*

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❤️💕🧚‍♂️

[pray4saint]

Thoughts on how dteam does aftercare? Or they're favorite aftercare to receive?

aftercare

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. implied and referenced sex. playful banter. established relationship.

a/n. i need to write more for dream sooo here :)

definitely the type to pull you into his chest for a few minutes to catch your breaths before getting up to take care of you both

he doesn't like leaving you both sweaty messes, but then again dom!dream + public sex, then he doesn't mind so much but anyways

if you're too tired to do much of anything, he has no problem taking care of everything, starting a bath and carrying you in

”clay, you're too good to me.” you tell him, leaning forward in the tub so he can get trail in. he steps over and in, sliding down behind you. ”this is the bare minimum.” ”shut up and take the compliment.”

grabs the towels afterwards and helps you with anything hair related you need

he insists on light facial skin care because one; if he doesn't remind you, you'll forget and two; he finds it fun

it doesn't matter what time of day it is, he always lets you pick what he wears afterwards whereas he always gives you the comfiest items in the closet unless you specifically ask for something for a specific occasion or theme

after that he'll run out to the kitchen to get water and food of your choice

if you're going out, it's quick snacks so you can leave in a hurry or eat in the car

but if you're staying in, he'll make a little more than a snack, but less than a meal

he just loves you so much and wants the best for you and lives for when you thank him for what he does for you because he loves the praise, even outside of a nsfw context

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[checkingunpowderpower]

: ̗̀➛ Cat Lover ᓚᘏᗢ | WILBUR X READER

Pairing: cc!Wilbur x gn!reader

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: None

Author's note: Hii! So this is the first fic not that I wrote-- but have ever posted! So I just hope you guys will like it <3

"What made you fall in love with Wilbur?"

You were asked that question a while ago. The thought of the moment made you grin widely, remembering the butterflies you felt that exact moment.

You giggled softly. "Well.."

It wasn't anything special; nothing out of the ordinary. Wilbur went to your house that day to brainstorm  for his new band Lovejoy, but other than that, it was just to hang. Although you two made good progress, much of the time was a whole lot of nothing.

You had already started to feel new yet unexplainable things towards Wilbur, and it didn't help especially when he was in your house. Something about the man made her feel like an awkward yet lucky idiot for someone like him to still find you fun to be around.

But you tried convincing yourself that these feelings weren't..'feelings' feelings. Just-- normal feelings? Yeah.

Wilbur sat on the sofa, tapping his hands on his lap. The conversation had gone dry and quiet, both waiting for the other to continue until one of them thought of a new topic to bring in.

"God, we haven't eaten anything. Do you have any snacks?" "Yeah, in the fridge. Don't go asking for any sand though." Wilbur chuckled at the joke you’d referenced, you chuckling along with him. It took a weirdly endearing man like him to make a joke so memorable.

He took himself to the kitchen. As he walked in the room, he felt something furry walk around his legs, looking down to see a fluffy feline.

Meanwhile, you scrolled throughout the endless twitter feed, thinking it could help find some inspiration, before you took a glance at the time. Shit. Wasn’t it time to feed Cleo? You always thought of buying your cat an automatic feeder, as she was quite impatient, but you haven’t really acted on that thought.

You walked to her kitchen, finding Wilbur there as well. And that was when you saw a sight you somehow could never forget. Your birman, snuggled right in Wilbur's arms, who had the most smitten and giggly face she had ever seen. You hadn’t quite introduced Wilbur to Cleo as she wasn’t the nicest to guests, but this said otherwise when it came to Wilbur.

You stood there, gaping. You then covered her mouth, watching in awe at his loving state. Whatever you thought or felt about Wilbur before had just grown to the size of the moon.

Seeing you, he grinned, "You should’ve introduced me to her sooner, She's too adorable~~!", while looking at Cleo who softly purred in his arms. The cat had crumbs on her mouth, and you knew Wilbur had probably fed her some of the treats in the cabinet. Yet you weren't going to complain.

That, in it's purest form, was the Wilbur you madly fell in love with from that moment on. The cutest, dorkiest, yet most loving man you’d ever met.

You learned two things that day: that Wilbur was a man who loved cats to death, and that you were someone who'd love him to yours.

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[starofficx]

heyy, do you think you could do a scenario for Quackity with a reader that's a nurse ?

Yeah, of course! I'm sorry if this will be shit, I haven't wrote for ages and only just started posting my stories i've written on paper online. But I will try my best to come up with something, ENJOYY xxx.

"Quackity, you have to stop hurting yourself." I start, "I swear, I see you twice as much as i did before." Quackity sighs at your statement, "I know Mi amor, it's just-" I snap my fingers in has face. "No. You do not call me that. I'm simply your nurse. nothing more. I have to focus on making sure you live everyday." 'I don't know what i'd do without seeing you in my office. seeing your smile. it always lightens my day.' I thought to myself. I didn't realise I had started tearing up until I found quackity wiping my tears off with his thumb. "Mi amor?" he asked. "What happened?"

Everyday, Quackity would get into some sort of trouble to try and get into the hospital

He purposely hurt himself, just to see her

Each time he gets sent in, he gets this silly look on his face.

Seeing each other is definitely both of their favorite parts of the day

Every time quackity leaves, the nurse gives Quackity his favourite candy

Quackity definitely always tries to pick up a flower for her on the way.

When Quackity gets bored in the room, he tries his hardest to think of pick up lines to use on her. she laughs every time.

Sometimes, when Quackity hurts himself really bad. The nurse curses him out in spanish as she puts bandages on him.

Quackity definitely taught her how to speak it when they had nothing more to talk about.

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[poisonous-lemonade]

(Quackity x male reader)

Can you do a fluff fic where quackity has a huge crush on reader and gets jealous when the reader starts to spend more time with his flags (e.g bbh,wilbur or any of the members of the dsmp)

A/n: turns out that late-night writing does work, also, I have NFI what flags means but imma wing it This is sorta like a part two to the oblivious reader one so stay tuned for part 3 (but you don't need to read part one to understand this part)

Quackity's Battle for the Reader's Attention

Quackity laughed at your words, staring into your eyes which just sparkled like stars wherever he looked deep enough. You both had run into each other after a long day and both of you needed a break, so you both stopped your boring yet busy days to just talk. And it was great, for the most part, until somebody came over to ruin it.

"Y/N! There you are! I was wondering where you went." Said a voice, a sophisticated British one at that and two sets of footsteps, walking towards the two. Quackity's eye twitched slightly, turning his head to face the blonde boy, Tommy, and the face to the voice, Wilbur.

"Y/N! What the fuck!? You left us for him!?" Tommy whined like the child he was and pushed you away from Quackity playfully.

"Hey! Come on guys, you know I didn't mean anything by it." You laughed, ruffling the blonde boy's hair with a bright smile.

"Quackity." Wilbur greeted you with a small head nod as you and Tommy push each other around like the children you both were. "Didn't know you'd be here." Quackity nodded his head with a forced, pressed-lip smile.

"Me neither." He spoke up, a small migraine beginning to form at what would eventually be his worst nightmare.

"Why don't you hang out with us? It's just us so far but Sapnap and George said they'll be showing up." Quackity's eye twitched slightly before he smiled.

"Actually, I-"

"No, Quackity, please, you have to be there!" You cut him off before he even began his web of lies he was about to spin just to get out of it. "Please, it'll be so much fun if you're there too, please?" Quackity took a sharp breath, his eyes moving to gaze up at the British man before sighing.

"Okay, sure, Y/N, uh, if you want me to," Quackity said with a nervous smile, before his gaze shifted back to Wilbur with a glare, it's not like he had anything important to do anyways.

"Oh, that's amazing!" You clap with a smile before Tommy rams into you, pushing you off your feet with a laugh.

"Fuck you!" Wilbur laughed as Tommy continued to swear at your body on the floor, fighting like brothers. Quackity sighed and turned his head away from the scene, this was going to be a long night.

"No, I understand." You nod your head as you listen intently to the conversation at hand. Wilbur and George were taking up all of your attention which left Quackity sitting with Sapnap, although, he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Quackity? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Sapnap asked impatiently, staring at the beanie-wearing man. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for Quackity to say something.

Quackity sighed and looked back at Sapnap. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He asked politely, taking a sip of his drink, but it was clear that he was busy in his own mind, which only caused Sapnap to roll his eyes.

"Bro, why don't you just fucking confess already?" He asked with an over-exaggerated sigh to show his annoyance. "Like he likes you! Just say something!" Quackity sighed and looked back over to you.

"But they don't." Quackity scowled slightly, watching you talk and smile with Goerge and Wilbur like they were your boyfriends. Sapnap kicks his shin from under the table making him wince.

"Quackity, go talk to him, right now," Sapnap said with a stern glare, Quackity huffed a laugh but nodded his head, getting up from the table and walking over to you and the group.

Wilbur looked at Quackity as he walked over, waving at him with a smile, you and George were still busy talking to one another with a happy and excited smile.

"Quackity, what's up man?" He asked with a polite smile, causing Quackity to cringe at himself slightly, he was really jealous over his crush talking to somebody else, what was he evening doing.

You perk up and finally notice Quackity, waving at him with a smile, George follows along as he realises he has not seen the boy.

"Quackity, when did you get there?" George joking with a laugh, you hummed and smiled at Quackity before turning back to talk to George.

You looked so happy that Quackity almost felt bad for coming over to try and steal you away from Wilbur and George, but he couldn't help but still feel his jealousy eating away at him, he would wait just a bit longer.

This was really going to be a long night for Quackity,

[batwritings]

I need some karlnapity fluff in my life, maybe with a trans reader that is insecure about their chest or top surgery scars?

*cracks knuckles in has been through two top surgeries now and is very familiar with the topic* Comin' right up! Enjoy!~

Warning! This work is going to contain medical information but may still be slightly uncomfortable for some readers! Please click away if you think this may be upsetting to you! Thanks!

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You didn't mean to scrunch your face up when you looked over your scarring. While you could still recall the euphoria that washed over your body when you first had the gauze and tubing removed from your chest, your anxious mind still had racing thoughts. What if people didn't see you as you wanted them to? What if the need to change your appearance in such a drastic way made you less of who you wanted to be?

"You're overthinking it again amor," You heard behind you. You whipped around to see your trio, your boys watching from the doorway. Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity all wore the same worried expression for you.

"What if this doesn't change anything Q?" You mumbled, looking now at your sides where the scarring stretched up from your chest. You lifted your arms up to see them in full, eyes full of trepidation.

"Are you happy with it?" The duck hybrid asks, slowly stepping into the room. He looks over your scars with scrutiny and a gentle hand. He knew fully well how to care for a scar and the damage that could be done if it was left to fester. "Does it help you feel better?"

"Well, yes but--" You try to argue your point again, but you're immediately cut off.

"So don't worry about what other people think," Sapnap tells you, ever blunt and to the point. He leans over Quackity to inspect your chest, checking for any moisture that needed to be added to your nipple grafts.

"Plus, we love you as you are," Karl chimes, hugging you from behind. The sleeves of his hoodie come to wrap around your tummy and his fluffy-haired head rests on yours. "As long as you're happy, we're happy."

You couldn't not smile, blushing slightly at their kind words. Your boys had been nothing but patient with you during this process, tending to your scars and making sure you didn't need to so much as lift a finger as you healed. You look back at your reflection again and you meet Karl's mismatched eyes. He echos your smile, kissing the back of your head sweetly.

"Besides," Sapnap starts again, with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "At least the worst you have is pepperoni nipples. Not like they fell off or something." You couldn't help but laugh at the blaze hybrid.

"At least they don't look burnt like somebodies," you tease back, continuing to laugh at his offended gasp. Quackity shakes his head fondly, a content smile on his face. Karl begins to tease Sapnap too, and you all have a laugh at his fake whines of protest.

You had your boys and the four of your were happy.

[romanticizedwil]

Puppy Love

SUMMARY; Wilbur loves to buy you flowers, jewelry, or any item your heart desires. He adores the style ‘old money’ , always buying you items that were inspired from it.

PAIRING; Wilbur x f!reader

(added the music inspired by it :3)

As usual, you and wilbur went on your daily stroll through the city every night. It was winter, and so the days were colder than usual. The lights of the buildings were quite cool-toned, so nothing too bright to blind anyone. It was the day before Christmas, so wilbur decided that for today instead of your stroll, you’d be receiving a vinyl of a song he chose for the two of you, your favorite flowers, and some jewelry.

The buildings have beautiful items on display, ranging from clothing, to accessories, and shoes.

“Oh my gosh Wilbur look at this!” It was a pair of silver earrings shaped like a bow. They happened to be on sale at an antique shop, the one you always wanted to visit. “Those suit you really well sweetheart.” He grabbed the handle to the door, opening it for you. “Well thank you kind sir!” you giggled as you entered the shop, Wilbur following behind.

The shop had so many items on display, it’s like you’ve fallen in love again. You find the pair of earrings and notice it comes with a matching bracelet and necklace. You didn’t really wear bracelets besides the pandora one Wilbur gifted you on Valentine’s Day. You had enough necklaces from how much Wilbur had gifted you; you had enough to open a necklace shop.

“Is that all you want?” Wilbur asked, eyeing around the other items he’d thought you like. “Hm, yeah.” He took the pair of earrings from your hand and went up to the register. You looked out the window, as it started to snow. Wilbur grabbed your hand from behind and the two of you walked out the shop.

You guys headed home because it was starting to get late, and you were exhausted from walking around. Wilbur got up the stairs, searching for his keys in his pocket. He unlocks the door to the apartment, and you both take off your shoes when you enter. Wilbur starts to lit the fireplace, while you go place your newly bought earrings in the bedroom.

You changed out of your clothes into some warm pajamas, then removing the headband that completed your hairstyle. You walked out the bedroom, and walked down to the living room. Wilbur was making hot chocolate since you didn’t drink coffee. You sat on the couch, wrapping a blanket over you and turning on a show the both of you enjoyed.

Wilbur walks over to you and hands you the mug, then taking his own spot next to you. You shifted closer to him, sharing the blanket between you two. You sipped the hot chocolate, which had a bunch of tiny marshmallows. Placing the mug on the coffee table, you felt even more sleepy after drinking it. You rested your head on Wilbur’s shoulder, drifting off to sleep.

Wilbur had finished his mug, but didn’t want to disturb you by placing the mugs in the sink. He simply just placed it along with yours and carried you to your bedroom. The sheets were comfortable and warm, but you opened your eyes as you heard footsteps fading away. “Wilbur?” you call out. He moves back to glance at you, “Don’t worry love, im right here.” He was putting away your bracelet and earrings, then removed his own jewelry.

You felt the weight on the other side of the bed, moving over to wilbur. Wilbur kept looking at the details of your face, how your eyelashes were a bit long, and how your nose scrunched whenever you got cold. He wraps his arm around you, bringing you into a sweethearts cradle. He moves the wisps of your hair that fell on your face. “I love you.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead. you were a bit awake, spitting out an ‘I love you too’.

You woke up due to the smell of breakfast, and the pots clattering mostly. You rustled in bed, stretching your legs and arms. You sat on the edge of the bed for a minute or two, trying to wake up completely. Once you did, you changed into something pretty, and did your hair half up and half down. You grabbed a star hair-clip, and your bracelet. You did the bed, fixing the pillows and blanket.

You headed out the room, towards the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and washed your face and hands. It was finally Christmas, the last holiday of the year you’d been waiting for. You cleaned up whatever mess you had on the counter by the sink, then shutting the door to the bathroom. You walked into the kitchen, seeing wilbur happily hum to a song. You went and hugged him from behind, being careful not to burn yourself or him with the hot pan. He smiles and turns around. “Good morning love. Did you sleep well?” He asks, pulling you closer. You rest your head on his chest, “besides hearing you drop the pans a couple times, yes, i slept wonderful.

You let him go and sat on the stool by the counter. “I have a gift for you, it’s right there.” You notice a vase full of your favorite flowers, white roses with some blue ones. They were wrapped neatly, with a lace ribbon. You gasp at the sight of the beautiful flowers. “Wilbur I think I love you even more.” You say, examining the roses. He chuckles, “that’s not all. I have two more gifts.” You smile more, knowing you bought him a ticket to a show he’d been wanting to see for forever, and some other luxury items.

You two finish breakfast , and it’s still dark outside from the snow. Wilbur re-lits the fireplace, and you two sit on the chairs. Wilbur grabbed a box from the table, placing it in your hands. “Go on, open it.”

Inside the neatly wrapped box was another bracelet, but this bracelet was beautiful. It was a light pink with white, gold band, two little charms; one a moon and one a star. Where the charms hung there was one gold bead. You put on the bracelet and hugged wilbur. “Oh my gosh I love it!! Thank you Wilbur I love you!” Dragging out the ‘u’. He hugged you back tightly, feeling his warmth.

When he had opened his gift, he looked at you shocked. “Is this-“ his sentence was cut off by the gasp from his mouth. “Oh my god!” He got up and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Oh my god thank you love. Oh my gosh- you have no idea how much I love you for this.” He hugged you once again but more tightly. You could feel the smile on his face. He let you down so he could give you his last gift.

He picked up a thin squared gift, wrapped in your favorite colour. “I got this vinyl for us, I’d thought you like it since your into oldies stuff.” You guys had a record player by the lamp in the living room, so wilbur gave you the gift to open. You opened it and it was a vinyl from Paul Anka. You adored his songs because they were oldies love songs. You read the title, ‘Puppy Love’

“Wilbur I love Paul Anka, but I don’t think I’ve heard this one before.” You walked over to the record player and put the vinyl on. He walked over and placed you right in front of him, “I bought this one because it reminded me of us.” You waited for the song to play and you fell in love with it. Wilbur loved seeing you smile, and he decided to spin you around. You laughed at his action, dancing with him.

[kumezyzo]

hii, its 🐇

i was wondering if i could make a request; sapnap secretly is head over heels for reader but only his friends know and they tease him for it, causing him to become a nervous wreck around reader

it can be headcanons or a fic i don't mind!! thank uu

again, super short, please dont hate me 😭 thank you for requesting this months ago 😭😭 i made it a little angsty as per my writing style, but i hope you dont mind. it gets a lil fluffy at the end. no real angst here 😁

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

crush!sap really just wants to be around you. he doesn't realize that doing that makes him short-circuit.

he becomes a blushing mess. he talks like a bumbling idiot. he laughs at all your jokes. it gets to the point where his heart rate speeds up with even the mention of your name. and he begins to think it isn't very healthy for him.

everyone around you seemed to know crush!sap was obsessed with you. whenever he made a move to stand closer to you, talk to you, or even just stare at you for too long, the people around you would share a knowing glance. until it got slightly annoying and they started teasing him

"sapnap, stop flirting with them and get your ass over here."

"oooh, they're flirting againnnn!"

"so then you- can you stop staring at them and pay attention??!"

and his reaction was always the same. blushing, looking away from you, and running away from you.

then, crush!sapnap truly started avoiding you. for his own medical safety. and you began to assume it was cause he didn't like being thought of as your bf.

but, you talked to him about it. cause that was the only way you thought it could quell your thoughts.

"hey, can we talk?"

"oh. um- uh- y-yeah, sure..."

"are you avoiding me?"

he was already blushing by you catching him off-guard. now, you had caught onto his plan and it made him feel a little sick.

"why would- ha- why would you say that?" he would ask nervously.

"look, its fine if you are... i guess. i just kinda wanted to know why..." you'd say awkwardly. he would just stare at you, opening his mouth to say something but shutting it over and over like a fish. "mostly because i like you and i recently started thinking you felt the same way. so if thats not the case and thats why you're avoiding me then-"

"no! no thats not why!" he would say nervously, trying to interupt you before the conversation went somewhere he could reverse. "its because i like you!"

you stare at him, puzzled. "...huh?"

"you make me go fucking crazy. all the time," he sighs. "and it actually hurts when i see you and i know you're not mine. so i would rather just... not see you all together..."

"oh..." butterflies would errupt in your stomach. and your heart would start beating abnormally hard. abnormally quickly. and you started to realize why he needed to get away from you.

happy ending, kisses and hugs. just realized i lowkey fucked up the tenses at the end... -nony

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― first snow ; slimecicle

info! fluff, minific / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

request! "Since you’re wanting slimecicle asks- how bout an x reader of spending a snow day with him?? Cute cuddles while watching a movie or something, but Charlie being the lovable goof he is would be so cute!!"

notes! reader is a lil bit whimsical in this, in that they're really in love with winter and the holidays. sorry if that's not you! it's not really me either, but i though it was a cute idea so i ran with it. also i feel like i don't usually write charlie this fluffy this is so wild

it was abnormally early for you to be showing up at charlie's place on a tuesday, but you couldn't find it in yourself to worry too much as you stood on his doorstep with a scarf wrapped up to your nose. you grinned beneath the scarf, trying not to stare too much at the powdery snow that littered his front yard. your breath came out in puffs from behind your scarf as you waited for him to come open the door. finally, it swung open. charlie grinned on the other side of it. "so the first snow, huh?"

you grinned back, cheeks aching as you shuffled into the warmth of his home. "the first snow, charlie! how exciting is that?" you exclaimed, clutching your bag in your gloved hands. you could barely contain your excitement as you kicked off your snow boots in the entryway.

"i know!" he agreed, holding your elbow so you wouldn't lose balance. he waited patiently as you shrugged off all of your layers until you were just down to your cozies. "so the first snow extravaganza begins! i know you said you had some ideas. what've you got?"

beaming, you reached into your bag and pulled out a box of mix. "cookies and a movie?" you asked, feigning uncertainty.

charlie clapped his hands together, delighted at the idea. "that's a wonderful idea. look at you, all big-brained," he praised, taking the box mix from you.

you rolled your eyes as you followed him into the kitchen. considering that the mix came out of a box, it didn't take very long to whip up the dough and get them in the oven. once they were on the rack and a timer had been set, you and charlie started setting up camp on the couch. you fluffed the pillows, gathered snacks, and piled blankets onto the couch together, waiting for the timer. you were just opening the curtains, making sure there would be a way for you to watch the falling snow during the movie, when the timer went off.

"i'll get it!" charlie yelled, dropping the blanket he was unfolding in favor of racing to the kitchen.

"you just want the first good cookie!" you called after him, unable to hide your fond smile.

"i'll bring you one too!"

a few moments later, charlie emerged from the kitchen, one cookie held between his teeth. another, he carried on a napkin like a silver platter. he bowed dramatically, presenting it to you as you sat comfily beneath the blankets. "for you, beloved," he said, smiling up at you.

you smiled softly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "thank you, good sir," you replied coyly, humoring his little act.

he watched intently as you bit into it. the chocolate chips melted on your tongue. the temperature was just perfect -- warm without being hot enough to burn you. you smiled up at him. "it's gooey in the middle," you said through a mouthful.

charlie fist pumped, whispering a quiet but victorious "yes" to himself. "good, i know that's how you like them."

you laughed softly, taking another bite. "well, thank you. that was very thoughtful of you."

he leaned down, giving you a quick kiss. "of course. no big deal. i like them better this way anyways. otherwise they come out crunchy, and no one likes crunchy cookies."

another laugh as you finished off the cookie and pulled the blanket closer to yourself. "yeah, alright," you said lightly. "now what do you feel like watching?"

"how would you feel about the grinch right now?" he asked, shuffling under the blankets with you.

you nodded. "i think i could do that right now. the version with jim carrey, right?"

"of course," charlie replied, already looking for the movie on some streaming service. "we don't talk about the other one in this house."

you giggled. "right. sorry, my bad."

charlie bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he scrolled through a search. a few minutes later, the beginning of the film was playing on your tv screen. it was nice, being like this with him. the perfect circumstances of the day, you with no work today and him with nothing planned, conveniently enough. "so far away," he mumbled, pulling you against his chest and slumping backwards against the arm rest.

"'m right here, love," you assured him, settling against his front. you reached for a pillow, hugging it against your chest as you leaned your head against him.

the rise and fall of his chest was comforting, almost making you feel sleepy with the safety of it. charlie yawned behind you and you rubbed soothingly at his arm. "this is really nice, charlie."

he smiled sleepily down at you, giving you a quick squeeze. "really?"

you hummed an affirmative, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. the angle was a little awkward, but the affection of it felt right. "really," you promised. "thank you. for this."

"of course," he said, voice soft yet full of certainty. he leaned forward to kiss the crown of your head, thumb tracing light shapes into the skin of your forearm. "anything for you."

[slvtforfiction]

Nostalgia Comfort

☆ Dream X Reader

☆ Fluff/Angst/Comfort

☆ Sorry it’s short :( x

☆ Highly recommend listening to the song for this one. 💜

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Masterlist | Pinned Post

Sitting with Dream/Clay as you go through the old screenshots from your time on the dream smp.

“All good things must come to an end.” He keeps telling you as you stare into the screen,teary eyed as you relive the moments of lockdown.

Relive the moments of friendship,the lockdown that left everyone with nothing to do,the memories of lore and laughter.

I thought back to the hysteric laughter this time bought me and friends,how I couldn’t wait for the next stream.

And as I looked through the screenshots further,my tears started pouring,happy tears,tears of joy that I had the opportunity to witness everything in 2020.

A moment of nostalgia as I stared at a screen,displaying what we knew would soon be gone.

You missed it,it is okay to miss old times.

You held close to him as he held your now crying figure. You wish you could go back but you can’t,that’s something you have to live with.

[colorfull-cord]

It’s the little things

Ships: Quackity x Y/n(female)

!WARNINGS! : cussing, kissing

“AHHHHHHHH” you heard someone scream from the other room. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” you yelled from the living room. “BABE WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE!” You yelled again “ugh” you exclaimed as you got up from the couch. Walking to the room was…. Interesting. There was no more noise coming from your room. “Babe what the fuck was that” you say opening the door. As you stand in the door frame arms crossed, you see your boyfriend laying on the floor with his arms and legs flying everywhere while sticking his tongue out trying not to smile. “…what am I seeing right now…” walking over to him you could hear his little giggles here and there. “What are you doing?” You say bent over looking at him from above. “I’m dead I need mouth to mouth immediately.” He says dramatically. “But your not dead..” “YES I AM I NEED IT NOW!” He yells in a crying like voice. “Ugh fine.” You say right before bending over to kiss him. As you do so he kisses right back grabbing the back of your neck. “Really?” You say pulling up. “Yes.” Is all he said looking at you all squinty eyed. “Well your alive now so get up.” “Okkkkkkkkk is you sayyyyyyy sooooooooo” he says slowly getting up. “Can I get one more kiss I need more air.” “No. No more kisses you already got what you wanted.” “Awwwwwwwwwwwww”

*heyyyyyyy this took me a little while to do and btw this is for @blessys-stars-tt !!!*

❤️💕🧚‍♂️

[pray4saint]

I need sapnap thoughts on after care on himself and u and in general .... those dream ones ...🦋🦋🦋🦋

anyway hope you're well ml!

🐈‍⬛anon

aftercare

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. implied and referenced sex. playful banter. established relationship. dream version.

a/n. hii 🐈‍⬛, i'm doing a bit better now, ty for asking n thank you for requesting / i ended up just doing him with his partner but yk

kissing all over your face, praising you for how well you did and telling you how much he loves you

definitely wants to take care of everything for you

tells you not to fall asleep while he leaves to get a shower

makes you go pee first and then you can shower together

he takes his time scrubbing up and down your body and running his hands through your hair with conditioner

washing your faces in the shower by simply splashing each other with the water you collect in your hands

also light kisses along your shoulders and neck and collarbone

helps you dry off out of the shower and adds product to your hair to protect it, also offers to braid it if it's long enough

insists you wear his clothes, even if you're going out

usually you'll sit on the edge of the bed and he'll offer you choices, so you get to pick clothes for the both of you

sends you to get snacks while he cleans up the bed, or the floor, or the sofa

random forehead kisses for the rest of the day !! do you know why he does it? no. are you complaining? no.

”you know if you keep this up i might just have to drag you back to bed.” you coo as his hands leave your hips after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he stops in his tracks and turns back to you. ”don't say that.” ”why not?” ”because i will take you right here.”

also if he was particularly rough he takes you to target or walmart to buy a new little trinket

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