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shubblelive · 2 years ago

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summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.

genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there

warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)

word count : 4.3k

note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.

it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings.

the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free.

“can you come pick me up?”

“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”

“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”

you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.

“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount.

it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop. it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.

you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his.

now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy.

you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”

you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”

“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone.

the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.

on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally.

the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up.

“hey.”

you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”

you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”

he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”

if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.

you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur.

but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left.

how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you.

tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it.

“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”

it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset.

you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore.

wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.

but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.

you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.

you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.

you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights.

“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“

“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”

“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”

“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.

this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling.

you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.

“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”

“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”

“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut.

you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions.

you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.

“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.

“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”

“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.

tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”

“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.

“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”

“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.

wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.

“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.

“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”

“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”

tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”

he backed away, both you and will yelling at him.

you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”

“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”

“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”

you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.

“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”

your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.

you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?”

you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”

over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.

“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”

he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.

“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.

wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”

your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”

wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”

“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”

“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant.

“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.

“it’s a christmas miracle!”

“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.

“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”

“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”

“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”

“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”

as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.

he didn’t.

it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.

you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.

your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”

“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.

you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.

“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”

“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.

“wilbur?” you asked.

“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”

“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”

“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”

it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.”

the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.

while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving.

you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.

your worries were shattered when you were engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour.

the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.

“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”

you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”

“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.

“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”

“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”

“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”

“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”

you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips.

“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”

he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.

you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.”

“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away.

you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”

“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.

“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.

“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”

his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”

he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”

“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”

“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”

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maeizy · 2 years ago

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C!ranboo little sister x reader!

I HATE MYSELF RN, I LOST THE DANG REQEST THERE WAS TWO AND I REMEMBERED THE FIRST ONE- sjdjdnsidndoanfiehidn anyways the request was by @fantasyfiction-net ! and no I dont have a discord server yet! Ill try and make one though, ty for the advice! And yes I'd love to be freinds!!:D annnyways- ONWARD!!

INFO FOR REQESTS MY FANDOMS, AS WELL AS BLOG

GENRE: PURE FLUFF!<3

SYPNOSIS:x-reader where very young sibling,age 4-5. of C!ranboos, gets close with the sbi, Tubbo, philza, tommy ecr. To where he thinks they like the sbi more than him but they dont.

PRONOUNS: gn

TRIGGERS: getting hurt; (by water[since readers also half enderman]), no others!

Notes <3- totally didnt forget about this- I kinda hate it but its whatever I guess. Sorry for being so inactive as of kate, I'm making a lot of more fics, not in this fandom but in others like Lockwood and co ect. Please please please make sure to check out my blog info and my other stuff I have it linked in ever post :D sorry of this is trash but I hope y'all enjoy anyways.

you and ranboo where getting ready to go to philzas house it had just started to snow. you had always been fascinated by the white floating specs that reminded you of your very own purple ones that floated around you from time to time connecting to you to your ender man heritage.

"Y\N!" your older brother Ranboo yelled out as your tiny bare feet thudded out of the shack door breaking free from your bigger brothers arms to excitedly run out to the snow and attempt to flop down on it, but as soon as your bare skin touched the cold frozen flakes of water it burned, the excitement was then sucked away, as a searing pain tore through the pads of your exposed feet.

an enderlike screech of pain burst from your shocked mouth and purple particles was all your vision picked up on as you subconsciously teleported back, with a soft woosh, you popped back into the small space of the entrance of the Shack, that you and ranboo called home.

upright and confused, you where frantically holding your foot with a Audible "ow,ow,ow,ow,ow-" trying to balance on one leg and hopping backwards. already loosing your balance due to your freakishly long limbs for your age. (Thank your enderside) with a hiss you where sent wheeling back. being uncorranated as is, and then adding the fact you where standing how you where at the moment, you knock things down with you as you fall and land on your back with another shriek and a loud thump.

You let out another small, half hurt half annoyed huff, as tears formed at the ends of your green and red eyes. ranboo panicked running over in a semi-shocked state to grab onto you checking the red scorch marks on your left foot as you pushed yourself up on your elbows to let out another soft "ow" as he bent down to pick up your small 5 year old form.

being carefull not to bump into anything as he stumbled to set you on the staircase as he went to go grab some bandages rambling on with a " oh no!- I said to get your enchanted shoes on! Water hurts us-aww no please don't cry- healing poti-TUBBO"

The shorter boys head popped around the thrown open door as cold wind pushing its way in in a blizzard you hadn't noticed brewing till now, too focused on the throb in your foot.

The boys chipper voice was followed by ranboo half falling down the stairs to greet him and help you "Hi ran boo and- RANBOO WHY ARE THEY CRYING?!" ranboo fumbled with The wrappings as he wrapped it around the fresh wound " they went outside! in the snow! without enchanted boots and got hurt when it melted on them!" The little kid rushed over to tubbo hugging him tightly completely oblivious to ranboo who was trying to help; and ran into the shorter hybrids arms tubbo stooped to pick the younger child up as he set them down again on the staircase.

She wasn't full blown crying now, just sniffling as she tried to wipe of runaway tears as tubbo patted her head warmly with a small comforting grin to calm her nerves. she let the goat boy wrap the rest of the bandages around her foot then gave him an exited hug and a small. "thank you tubtub!" And got to her feet ignoring the ache and running to the front door to pick up her shoes, while ran boo wined a little at The younger boo and crossed his long arms in silent protest, giving a little huff of annoyance.

Tubbo chuckled "apparently she just likes me more" he said in a joking tone. But ranboo frowned "pftt-no.she-" tubbo laughed again as ranboos face turned a shade out of embarrassment. "whatever" he grumbled as he walked over to little y\n as she finished yanking the big enchanted boots onto her much smaller feet. she hummed with a happy little smile as he watched her with furrowed eyebrows standing their a little she got up humming a song tommy taught her and unconsciously grabbed his bigger hand bouncing as she pulled him outside "Phil's!phils!phils!" She chanted as her hand slipped from his when they got to the front porch of their small home in the snowy biome. Phil and technos conjoined house in the distance, lit with a warm light as the girl twirled through the snow twords it.

Ranboo teleported to the front step of philzas house with ease and tubbos head peeked out of the door of ranboos house, confused and annoyed, his shouts unheard as he ran across the landscape to join ranboo, and his sibling, who was huffing up the steps. "Cheater" you glared with a tired face. Your brother grinned as tubbo caught up. they didn't bother to knock as tubbo opened the door lazily and thunked his snow boots on the side of the doorframe. piles of snow landing on the hardwood deck from his boot.

The younger boo copied his actions holding onto the door frame for balance. And with a less powerful kick, her boot collided with the door, sending a little amount of Triump into the girl as she soon forgot about it and rushed into the house.

when she spotted philza and Wilbur having a chat in the kitchen she ran straight to them ranboo trailed aimlessly after her finding a spot next to tubbo as he chatted with tommy. Tomny and tubbo where fighting over who got the last peice of cake to which ranboo intervened and took it holding it above their heads while he took little pieces to eat himself while tommy and tubbo complained.

The little girl rushed over to hug phil who managed a "hey mate!" and patted her head and before he could say anymore she found techno who was talking to Wilbur.

"no -you have to kill them, then you can drag them into the-" he spotted the younger girls salt and pepper hair as she was silently staring curiously at him. He switched up his words as she walked up to him with a small cautious and confused face "kill someone?!" You questioned "uh-but of course we would skip the uh first step. and We would -drag them... to a nice place to have a talk-" she laughed hugging the pig-man who akwardly patted her back with a grimance. A glare shot from wilbur burned into technos skull.

You then hugged Wilbur who already had his arms stretched out. and with a warm smile she ran straight into him as she gripped his jumper with all her force. She leaned her small form back to Look up at his muddy eyes. With a mischievous grin then snatched his glasses off his scarred nose putting them on there face quickly, and dodging his long arms they Ignored the shouts of the older man. running off to find philzas arms to hide in. You darted into the living room, stopping shortly to take in there surroundings. the chatter from the boys, the sun streaming through the window, and the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen of whatever Phil was mixing up. it was comforting, but the loud footsteps behind them where not.

You couldn't make it to philza in time so you went to the person you would normally go for comfort, ranboo. Your brothers long limbs where crisscrossed on the floor and he silently nodded along as tubbo and tommy conversed. His green and red eyes found yours and his mouth turned into a grin and you sprinted twords him. Tommy spotted you coming there way and intervened "HEY y\n!" His bandaged arms opened wide, with a boyish toothy grin. Before you could decide who to go to, Wilbur rounded the corner. a glare set on his face as he squinted at her. "AHAHHHH" you ran straight into tommy.

the betrayal on ranboos face was prominent, his arms dropped slowly to his sides as his smile faded. though he didn't show it his heart panged a little As Tommy's arms locked in around you. He was supposed to be the one you ran too. He was your brother!

Wilbur barreled into the living room trying to take you from him. Tommy attempted to throw you on the couch and quickly cover you up with a pillow but it didn't work. The fight was over, Wilbur grabbed his glasses back off your defeaded half dead looking form and grabbed the pillow and proceeded to beat tommy with it.

You lifted yourself up, your hair now disheveled from the two brothers. You looked over to ranboo, your own brother, who looked a bit downtrodden. A wary smile was shot tword you, you huffed, feeling a bit tired you walked over to him, laying your head on his shoulder and gripping his arm "you ok big man?" He said as he patted your head lovingly "yes-can we go home now?" you yawned "we can- but I thought you wanted to hang out with techno, and tommy and-" " ranboo! I wanna spend time with you!" you smiled up at him, your eyes squinted. ranboo, forgetting you where a very unfiltered five year old died at your next words "Tommy's a little loud anyways-" he Busted open with laughter as wilbur did too, pausing over Tommy's defeated form on the spot on the floor where he had been being hit multiple times with the soft round throw pillow clutched in wills grip, tommy yelled in protest "HEY! I PROTECT YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME??" You look at him blankly " ummmmm- yes." Ranboo shoots grin his way, and scoops you up and grabs your shoes. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, you could hear techno voice echo " the kid was right, you are really obnoxious tommy" and another yelp from the blonde boy as a pillow thrown from techno this time, hit him square in the face. another loud scream was heard this time from tubbo "GET WRECKED" and a bust of laughter was heard.

This was your family.

And as you grew up, it always stayed that way, no matter what you went through, this, what some would call a ragtag group. was stuck with you, as family and you were ok with that, as long as your big brother stuck by your side, you felt impossible.

#dsmp x reader #dream smp headcanons #bench trio headcanons #sbi fanfic #sbi x reader #dream smp imagine #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years ago

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Ranboo x Tommy’s sibling reader also could I please be 🦈 anon

Yes you can! I think you sent me this ask forever ago so I’m sorry I’m only now getting to it once you resent it.

Big brother duties.

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You had met ranboo at your 18th birthday. Tommy had asked to bring some friends and you met ranboo, tubbo came too but you’d known him for a while. “He’s hot” you had told Tommy after everyone left. He smack you on the head and said “absolutely fucking not” yet here you were, sneaking out of a twitch party to go dance in the parking lot. They swayed you from side to side while you laughed. That’s when he leaned closer to you and took off his mask. You gasped, “woah.. you’re beautiful ” you said to him “so are you… may I kiss you?” He asked back “yes please” you whispered as he leaned in and kissed you. When you pulled back for air you heard a loud, “BLOODY FUCK” come from the door. “Oh god” you and Ranboo sighed in unison as Tommy stormed towards you both. “NO NO NO NO NO NO” Tommy said as he pushed his way in between the both of you. “NO TOUCHING, NO PREMARITAL TOUCHING” Tommy yelled. “Man, we just kissed and danced for a solid 5 minutes” Ranboo said and Tommy gasped. He looked at you and flicked your forehead. “Bad.” Your brother turned to Ranboo “hurt them and you’re dead” Tommy said before walking off. You and Ranboo laughed and leaned back into another deep kiss.

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #ranboo #ranboo x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo x y/n #ranboolive #toad’s 🦈 anon

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svtskneecaps · 1 year ago

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qsmp ghost investigator au dump

here is everything i spitballed into my sibling's texts. apparently their discord was "thriving on it". i'll divide this into categories and attempt to format it as reader friendly as possible. god almighty i hope the keep reading below this paragraph works

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

there's a main investigative squad formed by roier, cellbit, fic, pac, and tubbo

roier is in charge of their social media accounts

mike is their former college roommate who they constantly bring up and declare has died, except every time he comes up the way he died was different. he's actually a really successful movie producer (or something) so one time they do a live stream for a milestone celebration and in the last ten seconds mike comes flying out of the left side with ghost stage makeup and tackles pac off the side of the screen and they never address this publicly. any time someone asks what happened to pac they answer "who's pac" including pac

cellbit gets extremely disappointed when the perp isn't supernatural

roier is thrilled when the perp isn't supernatural because the peter parker in him loves taking the piss on a billionaire publicly

fit has photographic memory (à la canon screenshots)

pac is extremely good at breaking and entering

cellbit is an old fashioned polaroid kind of guy bc digital cameras don't capture ghost evidence as clearly

roier swears by digital photos bc he likes photoshop (he carries rolls of film with him in case cellbit runs out)

fit has an auto shop. tubbo and ramón work in this auto shop. this is a headache for everyone involved but at least the auto shop was already a thin disguise for experimenting with homemade pyrotechnics so things exploding isn't a big deal

whenever the team has to do a distraction, the only two options are 1) manipulation 2) explosion

when they get caught in a bad spot, pac plays on sympathy, roier plays dumb, tubbo plays along, cellbit pretends to belong, and fit uno reverses

they commissioned jaiden for their logo. she also beta reads the scripts

richarlyson works for mike. sometimes he joins the investigation crew as a cameraman on loan. fans have learned to recognize when richas is behind the camera because the camera doesn't shake when the monster of the week appears because homeboy does not fear death. cellbit knows mike will end his bloodline if anything happens to richas (and would probably end his OWN bloodline) so he tends to be double stressed when richas is behind the camera

the team has a house, courtesy of mike, because god knows a ghost hunter's salary probably can't pay for one

bagi belongs to a "rival" investigation group. she and cellbit talk MAD shit every time they're in the same room. they are also both incredibly fucking smart and often end up working together to crack the tough cases while continuing to smack talk each other

bad is also in the rival investigative group. he is very clearly a demon. this is never commented on.

skeppy is a ghost except bad is the only one who can see him. anyone who calls skeppy imaginary is shouted down by bagi. bagi also believes skeppy is imaginary

tina is the safety net / brawn for bagi's team. she trains in hand to ghost hand combat with etoiles because she is Not Human and can punch ghosts. bagi does not know this and she just thinks tina's super cool and super talented and super badass. tina definitely thinks bagi has realized she is Not Human but they haven't like had a conversation about it but bagi's super smart sooooo

dapper is the "guy in the chair" for the rival investigation team. bad tends to ask a question into a radio (or seemingly to thin air) and immediately get the answer via text. sometimes cellbit will wonder something aloud about various ghost types or signs ("they heard scratching in the attic, so that could be caused by--") and almost immediately get cut off by bad's text tone as bad reads aloud dapper listing off three paranormal options as well as potential structural problems and rodents having an extremely fun night, at which point bad cuts himself off with "LANGUAGE" or "OUT OF POCKET"

the main team thinks dapper is just short until they realize that no, dapper is actually like 14. bad's like WHY DO YOU THINK THEY STAY IN THE VAN???

baghera makes and posts music and consults for bagi's team. cellbit is scared of her and also desperately wishes he could poach her for his own team but she only answers jaiden's calls

pomme has a ghost gun. it was a gift from etoiles. she accidentally took foolish's head off with it one time. his head grew back and that was how they learned he was Not Made of Meat. this was not particularly surprising, because bad is still her part time dad. it still scared the crap out of pomme the first time it happened because the ghost gun SHOULD only work on ghosts but foolish is in a weird enough state of undead that he qualified.

foolish was thrilled to have a spare head, hence "the first time"

vegetta is a famous architect. he calls foolish to ask which paranormal team he should consult on whether a property is haunted, because vegetta trusts his partner of unspecific relationship's judgement, considering foolish is Not Human. foolish's answer usually depends on how spiteful he feels towards tina and bad at the time of the call

bonus, i really want maximus involved in one team or the other but since he hasn't interacted with bagi yet i can't decide his role or anything concrete. but just know that's in my brain.

EPISODES (in no particular order:

foolish summons bad during a sleepover with tina and then thinks it'll be funny to summon paranormal investigators (bad also thinks it's funny). they decide to play a game of "can the investigators figure out who's the immortal". it is revealed to the audience in the end of the ""episode"" once all the investigators have left that all three of them are immortal. bad and foolish devolve into yet another argument over which one of them won based on a win condition they somehow came up with and agreed on without ever consulting each other. tina was actually the winner. roll credits.

quackity owns a casino. he hires the team to look into some demonic activity his patrons have been reporting. he spends the entire investigation and episode demanding they find the demon and exorcise the demon and generally shittalking the demon. they spend the entire episode questioning more and more how quackity's casino stays in business as everything they learn about it and him does not inspire confidence. it is revealed that ironmouse is the demon and is also singlehandedly keeping the casino in business because she fucking loves gambling. quackity immediately changes his tune.

antoine calls the team because he's KINDA worried by the latitude and longitude he keeps finding on the walls at the company he works at, written in what looks suspiciously like blood. unbeknownst to them, bagi's team was ALSO contacted, by baghera. they eventually discover the recipient of the messages is etoiles. after an incident at his previous employment he is half ghost and can now fight ghosts. the messages were from an entity that attacks things when it gets bored and it may as well fight etoiles because etoiles is the only one who has beat it so far. they meet in various back alleys and restaurant parking lots to go at it and get drinks afterward. the entity has no idea how to speak any modern languages but Fighting is Universal.

pierre is a wine baron and claims there's a unicorn who watches over his family's vineyard. it's been part of the brand since inception and it's taken mostly as propaganda and old legend until people start actually catching glimpses of a unicorn around the vineyard and the rumor starts to spread until roier "investigative journalist and old money hater" drags the team to go on a tour of the production line in hopes of blowing the case wide open. fit, pac, and tubbo are in charge of distractions while cellbit and roier sneak away to explore the vineyard and track the unicorn.

the unicorn is pierre. roier ends up finding this hilarious and while his journalistic spirit cannot allow him to NOT expose that the unicorn is fake, he ends up calling it "a white horse with a taped-on horn" instead of the face of the company in a fursuit. pierre sends the team wine periodically as thanks and also because roier still has a picture of him in a unicorn costume in the woods.

fit and pac do a wine tasting together.

wilbur contacts them because ghost slime has taken up residence in the guest bathroom and while his daughter insists slime is part of the family, phil is coming with his son (chayanne) to stay with them for a festival or something and wilbur doesn't feel like getting roasted by the middle schooler who is his brother because the bathroom smells like algae and wet dog so he needs the team to babysit slime until phil leaves town. slime spends the entire time going through windows and walls with no warning and scaring the piss out of everyone. one time he was in the cabinet when cellbit was going in to make his midnight coffee and his scream sent everyone in the house into emergency mode. roier would have FULLY put slime through the wall if slime were corporeal. lucky for slime, and their wall, slime is not.

jaiden works at an escape room and her boss reaches out to the team because he is FED UP with some paranormal entity that keeps drawing on walls and moving shit around and throwing things and tripping him and he wants it GONE. jaiden is extremely fond of bobby and bobby is extremely fond of HER, so she reaches out to the team and asks them to NOT do that and just pretend or something. so the team goes in and pretends to investigate and stuff. roier and bobby feud in the background. by the end of the episode they're besties.

the episode concludes, shockingly, with the boss and bobby gaining grudging respect for each other. somehow. the boss threatens to reveal bobby's existence to the internet at large as a publicity stunt every time bobby trips him in the hallway but never actually does. bobby stops throwing things at him (as much). the themeing of the rooms shift so the drawings and moving objects fit in. the boss is mariana.

from this episode on bobby periodically appears in the team's house, because it's my au and i make the ghost rules

END OF SEASON:

the end season villain is a guy who ran the biggest corporation in the world who died under mysterious circumstances. the corporation has a duck mascot for no reason in particular hahahaha. they're a company like nesquick or aquafina or amazon or something yknow REAL assholes.

the team is contracted by the billionaire's nephew (forever) who took over the business when he died and is extremely overwhelmed by 1) running a business on this scale and 2) all the paranormal bs happening in his office (which is where the former CEO died). he also happens to be cellbit's ex. this is highly awkward.

because i hate billionaires but like forever, let's say forever was contacted by the villain solely because the CEO does NOT want any of his immediate underlings to get the company and thus only reveals his blood relation to forever IN HIS WILL. except forever is A Good Dude and is trying to grasp the full scope of the company's corruption and dismantle the shitty practices while still keeping the employees paid, despite his only business experience being his current position of running a boardwalk/beach. this ends up being the cause of the paranormal activity: the CEO is panicking now that forever is trying to 'ruin his company'.

the episode ends with the CEO briefly succeeding in possessing forever, and the combined forces of the ghost teams bring him back and send the CEO to hell.

somehow the billionaire is involved in or mentioned during previous episodes.

#qsmp #qsmp au #qsmp paranormal investigators au #shut up vic #block game brainrot #do i tag every person who appears in this #i'll tag within reason #qsmp cellbit #qsmp roier #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #qsmp bagi #i think those are the people whose names i mentioned the most #i can think of a couple people who i'd want to spotlight in an episode (antoine) but i can't think of anything concrete in terms of plot lo #i'm setting this au free go wild #like i said earlier i can cook but i can't plate the meal #this will not be made a full length fic by my hand you must be the change you want to see #(please i ask you put my user in a note somewhere if you directly use the concepts here lol and also give me a link to it i want it gimme)#god i hope the formatting is legible i can't really send this to be beta read

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if-you-feel-lonely · 2 years ago

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LONELY'S ADVENT CALENDAR - DAY ONE

Prompt: Family photos

C!SBI x reader (family au!), Tubbo and Ranboo mentioned

TW: Violence (lighthearted sibling violence), swearing, sibling bullying (calling each other adopted and the like)

Event masterlist (discontinued)

Phil loved to take awful pictures of his kids. He'd never hired a photographer and took proper, professional family photos. Why? That's the same question that Technoblade, Wilbur, Tommy and Y/n all asked every year. Along the halls of the house was a variety of family photos. In the living room, in a frame on the windowsill, was a picture of the four of them, covered from the knees down in white powder.

"Tommy, you're going to knock the flour if you keep walking up and down like that." Wilbur stated, sighing irritably.

"I would never. Careful is literally my middle name-"

Famous last words. He received a death glare from three flour-coated teens.

"This is why your real parents gave you up!" The neighbours could've heard Y/n shout.

"I'm not fuckin' adopted!"

To Phil, this was prime opportunity. As the older trio directed their fury at the younger blonde, he managed to sneak a picture of their gluten-covered legs. Y/n snapped around at the sound of a camera app. Needless to say, Phil was almost in hysterics.

"Come over and do that again, I dare you."

The next photo was from many years ago. Tommy was no older than eleven, Wilbur was fourteen, Y/n and Technoblade were the eldest children at fifteen. Out of context it looked strange - Techno and Y/n walking ahead of the younger two as Tommy slide tackled Wilbur's shins.

The four of them had been walking back to the house, having been sent home again after the school decided there was too much snow to stay in school. It was in the students' best interest to go home before the snow got too thick.

The older two walked ahead, lost in their own conversation. Tommy, however had other plans.

"You killed my father, prepare to die!" He shouted, before running at Wilbur and slide tackling him, successfully knocking him to the floor.

Techno turned around, followed by Y/n. "I don't claim this." He spoke. Y/n hummed in agreement.

Days like this made Phil grateful for the high-quality doorbell camera.

The living room, the dining room and the halls were all filled with similar photos - it made Phil smile when he walked past, and it made his kids blush with embarrassment at the awful timing of the photos being taken.

His favourite, though?

It sat on his desk in his office next to his computer. Wilbur and Y/n sat on the sofa looking at each other, both with their legs crossed. They were playing slaps, despite Phil telling them not to. On the floor, Techno attempted to teach Tommy how to wrap presents, but to no avail. It's A Wonderful Life played in the background on the TV. Tubbo and Ranboo had spent the day with the family - the two were sat on the other sofa, watching Coraline on a pirated website, on Tubbo's very cracked phone, with the help of the house's patchy Wi-Fi.

It wasn't a very calm evening - Tommy wound up covering himself, Techno and the carpet in tape and wrapping paper, Wilbur and Y/n ended up with very sore hands, and sore wrists where they had missed, and Ranboo and Tubbo had to sleep on the sofas that night, since it was dark, rainy and probably dangerous.

But it was his family, and by that definition, it was perfect.

#lonely writes #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc x reader #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #ranboolive #tubbo

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listenheresweaty · 11 months ago

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Hi, Its me again..

I have a slight suggestion for the grocer, and it might be so cliche but, what if it was Tommy ?

Like in the movie, Colette (the female chef) is showing the ropes to Linguini (the male chef/beginner) and in the montage thingy, Colette is like 'The best restaurant gets first pick' and all and basically bribes the grocer right ?

Well since Wilbur is the head cook/ Colette but genderbent, Wilbur's like Tommy's adopted older brother but not by law, and both Wilbur and Tommy (Also Tubbo) have a really good sibling relationship.. So I feel like it would be a good dynamic since big man Toms would meet Wil every morning, goof around and, eventually, even reader starts to consider both Tom and Tubs as their little brother..

Just a shower thought, Dw if you dont like it

Aaa! Tysm for these asks they really help :)

I had originally planned to make Tommy work in the kitchen with the rest of the chefs as one of the family. Phil is the head chef, Techno is the second in command (sous chef?) and Wilbur is the saucier. So technically Techno would be Colette’s genderbend, but Wilbur still takes Colette’s role (and I will try not to massacre his character like they did to Colette in the second half of the movie).

I might have to rethink that, though. I had also forgotten that the grocer was bribed in the movie 😂

so it’ll have to be someone who would willingly partake in a scam/sus behavior and have a connection with vegetables. I was planning to make it Quackity, but then I decided he should have a separate restaurant.

a bit of a weird pick, but what if it’s Purpled?? He can switch from the Syndicate Restaurant to the Las Nevadas restaurant, selling his vegetables to whoever pays him more. Or maybe it’s Ranboo, who would make a little more sense with Tubbo. and he would definitely be enough of a pushover to be bribed /j. The gardener aesthetic would fit him more, and it would allow him to meet Wilbur

(Wilbur and Ranboo have a secret burger business on the side)

#Food for thought au #wilbur x reader

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the-phantom-author · 2 years ago

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TPA's Ultimate Fic Recommendation Masterlist

*Some people/fandoms I don't read anymore so finding the fics I like from them are hard to find.

Social Media AU Recommended list

Callum "Calfreezy" Airey

Don’t You Go

HINT, HINT:

a fool for your stockings. ♡

Should've Picked You

Harry "W2S" Lewis

LABOUR

Telling:

Holiday PDA:

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧):

secrets - wroetoshaw imagine

Periods

Tory

When We Collide

Ethan "Behzinga" Payne

Again

They'll Have Me - Ethan Payne (Part One)

After Meeting A Little Early

Niko Omilana

Social Media AU

Wilbur Soot

We Could Build A Home (We Could Play Pretend)

Wilbur Soot masterlist

Wilbur Soot Masterlist

A Pretty Work Of Art

UNFINISHED SYMPHONIES: [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Three Minutes

Smile Drop.

Bong Water

lunch on tommy but also tubbo but also wilbur but also you

Yours, Now, and Forever.

a real home (an ikea house set)

Pics people would post of you ; Wilbur edition

rivals with benefits!

Click

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔! - dream smp

and then there's you

Wilbur x reader with older older siblings

Oh, Death (It’s Way Too Wet On Your Cheeks To Be Nothing)

one last deep breath (as we turn towards the sun)

Every little thing reminds me of you

Ludwig

Ludwig rambling blurb

FLUFF ALPHABET [A, G, N]; LUDWIG

Affection

Shave

Subathon

Hasanabi

Genral Dating Headcanons

Shitcamp

Feels So Nice

I’ve Got The Patience (My Form Is Reckless)

Platonic fics

Linea to Live By (Suits)

Little Lady Blinder (Peaky Blinders)

Dream a Dream(Peaky Blinders)

A Very Peaky Christmas (Peaky Blinders)

Heartbeat (Peaky Blinders)

Have Mercy (Full House)

An Apple a Day (Star Trek)

James "Bucky" Barnes

Death Do Us Part

Harry Styles

“You woke me with your groanin’ and whatnot.”

Argument turns into injury

#fic rec #masterlist

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melancholy-empire · 10 months ago

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Helloooo! You can call me Honey, I go by any/all

The original owner of this acc was my sibling, If you wanna say anything to them lemme know!

I might post shortstories or things like that on here :D

Things abt me!

I am bisexual

please do not come to me with anything oversexual, I am fine with jokes, but do not harass me.

I go by any/all pronouns

If you are in the lgbtq+ community, black, white, hispanic, asian or anything else, a furry, a therian, trans, straight, or anyone of any religion

YOU ARE VALID AND WELCOME HERE (As long as you are not the following below)

I will NOT TOLERATE

Homophobia, transphobia, racism, bigotry, or someone who hates on another group of people, because of age, race, gender, sexuality, religion, lifestyle, or you shove you beliefs down someones throat, than please leave now and block me.

Fandoms I'm in:

Southpark

Httyd

Naruto

AoT

(Any Rick Riordian book)

Warrior Cats

Voltron

She-Ra

FullMetal Alchemist

SALLY FACEEEEEE

And more I'm to lazy to add :D

If you want, you can request certain things, can't promise they'll be amazing, as I'm still a beginner writer but I could use the practice.

I will do fluff and angst, I'm not very comfortable with WRITING smut

I will NOT write

oversexualizing minors

Pedophilia

Age play/major age gaps (Like Eren x Levi)

Necrophilia

Incest

A CANONICALLY gay/straight character shipped with opposite (Gay man + women, or straight women + women, or vice versa)

If its a headcannon and one or neither of the characters sexuality has been confirmed, I will try my best to write it.

Things I am willing to write

Gay things <3

Fluff :D

Angst :(

Stuff like Klance is ok, I understand the appeal and I am willing to try and appease you with this

For South Park, I refuse to ship Cartman with ANYONE but possibly the reader

idk just ask, I promise I don't stab, (I might bite tho not gonna lie-)

More things abt me

I am a rat/gremlin/opossum and I am onky living in society now bc my bsf saved me

I like Cavetown, Melanie Martinez, Eminem, and some more

Some of my favorite youtubers are: Kurtis Conner, Ethan is online, FunkyFrogBait, Film Cooper, MankyBadassHero, Ranboo, Slimecicle, Tommynpinnit & Tubbo, Jack Manifold and more

P.S I married my Bsf and I refuse to sign divorce papers, yes I am going to pull a Tommyinnit when we are older <3

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little-lee-froggie · 2 years ago

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Strap in besties, it the special post

Hello! Welcome to a very special post where I’m going to be posting all my old fics I never posted and the ones I never did and never will finish, and there’s A LOT. They’ll be organized by fandom in alphabetical order (though I’m pretty sure there’s only two since they’re the ones I write the most for), so if you only like one of the fandoms I write for, you can look for it! Anyway, this is going to be a big one, so strap in, and let’s get into it:

Here’s a little guide so you know what all I have. Everything is in order, so that should help you find everything-

Fandom #1: Dream smp

Stories-

1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

Stories-

1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

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Scenarios-

1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

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Headcanons-

1: Shoto ler headcanons

2: Tamaki ler headcanons

3: Bakugou ler headcanons

Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

Stories-

1: Karma x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

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Ok, so here’s everything!! Let’s go:

Dream smp:

-I only write fics for the canon characters, none of this is IRL. This is all some of my first writings, so I’m sorry if it’s cringe at times, that’s just the way I wrote it, I’m sorry-——————————————————————story 1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

Techno looked at you, a bit confused. Confused and worried. You averted your gaze, and shyly continued to drink your tea. “Are you feeling ok?” Techno asked you. You nod, the only way you’ve really said anything to anyone today. Just shrugs of the shoulders, and nods or shakes of the head.

“Are you sure? You seem more quiet than usual, and that’s saying something” he said, teasing slightly, but seemed more concerned then anything else. You just shrugged, and went back to your own little world, still drinking the tea that Phil made for you.

The silence would be awkward to most people, but not you. You quite enjoy silence and listening to others, as it gives you time to observe, imagine and learn.

“Heeellllllooooooooooo? Are you ignoring me or something?” he asked, getting more worried about you, but hiding it not on purpose, but well behind his nonchalant personality. Normally you were quiet, but not like how you were being right now.

You were usually a shy but interested quiet, chiming in with sassy remarks or helpful advice every now and then, but still talking at least and always very present, not with words, but how in tentatively you listened. Right now was a completely different kind of shy.

You were uninvested and not talking at all, not even when Phil purposely said “BPS” instead of “BTS” to tease you, as you will always immediately correct his joking and laugh along with Phil about it, but this morning, you were completely zoned out, you didn’t even notice that he had said “So, has BPS dropped any new songs recently?” and it was beginning to remind them of when you first came to live with them, worrying that they had made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome somehow, but Phil had to leave to watch Micheal for Ranboo and Tubbo, so it was just you and Techno.

‘If only he knew what I wanted… but there’s no way in hell I’m asking for it’ you thought to yourself (as if you can think in any other way 🙄). You started to think deeply about it, not noticing the blush appearing on your own face.

Techno however, did. He was confused about it at first, but he is smart and eventually put the pieces together. You still had no clue that he knew the truth…. that you had woken up in THAT mood… a way stronger one then most days.

A lee mood, the kind of mood where all you want is to be tickled mercilessly.

And the fact that this did not stay hidden from Techno for very long came as a surprise to… raze your hand if it surprised you. No one? That’s what I thought.

A small smirk began to play on the pigman’s face. Ever since a year and a half ago, when he and Phil had discovered how incredibly ticklish you were, they would constantly poke your side when you reached for something high up, or lightly squeeze your side when you were purposely trying to annoy them a little, so the knowledge that you were the most ticklish person on the fucking planet to got used against you quite often by both Techno and Phil.

Techno brought you into his lap for a back hug, putting your mug of tea down for you, and whispered into your ear “if you want to be tickled so badly that you’re thinking about it to much to talk, you could have just asked for it” he teased in a quiet tone, lightly tracing your inner ear (one of your more sensitive spots), earning a loud squeal from you, but you were stuck in his embrace.

“Now, if you want me to do that again, alllllll you have to do is ask me” he said, almost to happily (especially for Techno), as he lightly stroked up and down your arm, not enough for you to laugh, but enough to drive you crazy. “Pl-please do that again…” you said shyly, but Techno is one of the few people that you would trust with everything completely and hole heartedly on the dream smp, other than Phil.

“Now, was that so hard to just talk to me?” He teased, tickling your ear again, earning squeals and giggles from you, as his hand that was around you, holding you in place started to tease your waist in a way more ticklish way then you had ever experienced.

“Ahahah, Techehnho!!” You giggled out loudly, but with that sweet and sugary hint that your laugh always had to it when someone was tickling you, kicking out lightly from how much just that tickled. “Yesss Y/n, what is it~?” Techno said calmly. “Ihihihththt tihihiclehehes!!” you giggled out, melting into your best friend.

“No way, really?” he said sarcastically but in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “I know it does, that’s what you want, isn’t it??” he teased, being so effective that it tickled you with words, and he moved his hand from your waist to an insanely ticklish spot; the soft skin under your bellybutton.

Your giggles turned hysterical. He hadn’t even been tickling you for more then ten minutes, and you were already in hysterics and completely melted into your friend, making it way easier for him to tickle you.

“Ahahahhahah Tehhehchnhoho!!! Whahahhat are yuohoho doi- TECHNAAHAHAHAHA!!!!” You screamed as his hand moved from your lower stomach skin to one of your most ticklish and sensitive spots… the place where your ribs met your stomach… You started to kick out more, trying to squirm free, but you didn’t really want to be let go.

He stayed there for awhile, as it had gotten the biggest reaction out of you so far, whispering teases into your ear like “Why are you trying to escape me? You wanted this, ya know” and “jeez, stop screaming! Your lungs will pop!”.

The teases almost had more affect on you then the tickling itself! Almost… After about fifteen minutes of lightly tickling at the bottom of your

hyper-sensitive diaphragm (it felt like fifteen-million eons, but you weren’t complaining), he then said something that made your heart pound with adrenaline and excitement; “Come on, stop kicking your legs so I can get them to! I know they have some of your most sensitive spots~…” and with that, you quickly tried to stop your legs as best your could, but Techno had decided to tease you even more, not stopping the attack on the bottom of your diaphragm.

“TEHEHEHENOHOHOHOSTHOHOHOPPPPP!!!!!!!!” you yelled, laughing way more than before because of his teasing.

“Stop what?? YOU stop kicking you legs and I’ll get them to! It’s not that hard~” his teasing went on relentlessly, until about five minutes later, when he decided that you had had enough teasing for that spot, and stopped for a few seconds so you could stop kicking your legs, and he immediately grabbed them, earning a happy and anticipation filled squeal from you.

“Ok Y/N, I want you to squeal and or giggle louder the more it tickles, but any laughing, and I slow down to the same speed I was teasing your arm earlier, ok~?” he said in such a cheery sounding way that it was hard to believe that it was Techno saying it, but the message behind it was an obvious playful yet threatening challenge.

He started with under your calves, getting small squeaks and a few quiet giggles, but he wasn’t satisfied. Then he moved his hand to your under-knee, getting louder giggles then before and a bit of squirming around, but still not enough to to satisfy either one of you.

But then he hit the jackpot… he moved his torturous yet much needed hands from your under-knee to your under-thighs, earning a scream filled laugh from you; “AHAHAHAHAHTEHEHECHNHOHOHOOOOOO!!!!” You couldn’t help the laughing and screaming, despite knowing what will happen if you couldn’t.

“Five…” Techno slowed his attack slightly. “Four…” more and more slowly as he counted down. “Three…” he was almost at that unbearable speed that was so tortures and evil. “Twooooo…” he dragged out the word to add to the anticipation, resulting in anxious yet excited giggles from you. “ONE!!!” he yelled, speeding up again to even faster and 100x more ticklish then before, earning way louder screams of absolute euphoria then he had ever gotten from you, and the louder you screamed, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the louder you screamed.

You had never wanted something to both stop and never end so much before in your entire 13 years of life on this planet, not even moving anymore, just absolutely and completely melted into a puddle of complete and utter euphoria. Never before in your life have you been so happy and been screaming so loud, but it was such a nice feeling, and you just wanted to stay in that beautiful moment forever and just have time stay completely still.

It had nearly been an hour since Techno started to tickle you, maybe even more. You both had completely lost track of time when Phil walked in, indicating that it had been over an hour. Techno stopped when he heard Phil enter the house, both to your relief and disappointment.

“Well, you two definitely had fun I see!” He said as if Techno wasn’t just murdering you with the most ticklish tickles you had ever received, but you just smiled, your red face getting slightly redder from a small blush on your face due to Phil’s comment.

“Oh yeah, I’ve never heard them laugh so much in the three years I’ve known them! Whatever it was they were doing musta’ been really funny!” Techno teased you with a small poke at your side.

Needless to say, the next time you were in even a small lee mood, you were going to talk way less then normal

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Story 2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

It was a seemingly normal day, until Phil and Techno had thought it would be a good idea for you to go see Ranboo. You agreed, as you quite enjoy spending time with him, and Tubbo as well, but Tubbo was out with Micheal, so you were just going to be seeing Ranboo.

The interesting thing about you and Ranboo is that if someone didn’t know you two, based off how you guys act around each other they might assume that you are siblings. You and Ranboo definitely act like siblings sometimes and are both hybrids that are half and half split down the middle, so it’s a fair assumption. Incorrect, but fair.

Another thing that made you guys seem like siblings is the fact that you both are constantly giving each other sass and would always have a witty comeback to what the other said (entirely in a friendly joke-fight way). Normally, this would either end in one of you not having a comeback and the other wins, or you would both forget how this started and just move on to something else. But today was different.

You had zero clue that Phil, that evil bird man, had told the enderman hybrid about your weakness.

Phil had seen most of your joke-fights, and decided that he was going to give Ranboo the upper-hand for the next one, so you, completely clueless, said something so sassy to Ranboo that he got really pretend shocked and said in both a very “shocked” voice yet also one with a hint mischief and a teasing in the back of it; “Now why would you ever say that?!”, he said, which surprised you, as he normally had something more to say about it, but you decided to ignore his out-of-character but clearly teasing and somehow slightly threatening yet playful response, and replied with “And what are you going to do about it? I said what I said, and that’s that!”, but instead of the expected response of “You really think that’s it?”, or “And why would THAT be, huh?”, you instead received a smirk and an “Is that so~?”, that sent a shiver down your spine.

You got up and backed away, but he got up as well, following you, and walked really close to you and said “If that was that, then why am I going to do this~?”.

His voice was not even TRYING to hide the mischief in what Ranboo was doing anymore, as the Oreo boy lightly as to not hurt you, but hard enough to make you squeak and start to sprint away, poked you. Not more then once. Not with a lot of energy.

But he still poked you to the point of running (ShE’s A rUnNeR, sHe’S a TrAcK sTaR✨(sorry)) and he chased you till he caught you, which surprisingly took awhile, as he had *vwooped* to right in front of you and tried to grab you, but you do battle training with Phil and Techno, so you managed to dodge.

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Ranboo had you cornered with no blind spots where you could potentially run through, and with that, he grabbed you. “Ahahah nhohoh fahahahihihr!!!!” You giggled in anticipation as the 7ft hybrid boy carried you back to the couch you were on before when you had made the original remark that started this all.

“Puhuhuhut mehehe dohohown!! Rahahnbohohoho!! Ahahah!!!” “Put you down? As you wish~” he said as he put you on the couch and sat on your arms, pining them above your head. “Now, Where should I get first, hmm? There’s so many good spots… Do you have a preference~?” “Nohohohohoh!!” “No preferences? Ok then! Hmm… how abouuuut… HERE!!”, he said as he scribbled on your ribs.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” You screamed as he went on attacking your ribs. “Not there? Ok, how about… here~??”, he said, now one hand on your stomach and the other one on your arm, teasing you. “RAHAHAHANBOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Not there either, huh? Okay, what about… hmmmm, so hard to choose… ooh, what about heeeere~?????” He said way more tease-y than before, putting his hands under your bellybutton to tease your soft, sensitive skin.

“RAHAHAHANBOHOHO NOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!”, you screamed in laughter, but let’s be honest… you didn’t want it to stop. “Don’t stop? FINALLY a good review, geez~” he said even more teasing then last time he spoke, almost tickling you with his words.

It was different from when Phil, Techno, or XD were to tickle you. To be fair, they all had different ways to tickle you, though.

Phil mostly tickled you when you needed cheering up and was always very gentle and payed attention to subtle things that might have hinted that it was tickling to much or you were reaching your braking point, but let’s be honest, neither pretty much ever happened.

When Techno tickled you, it was either cause he could tell you wanted it, you were annoying him in a playful way, or if you were sad and or panicking and needed a little light cheering up. He is normally slightly more ruff than Phil, plus, Techno is also a big believer in waking you up with tickles, and he says it’s funny to see you both fight sleep and his hands at the same time.

When XD is tickling you, they are definitely the one who believes in teasing you the most, and would find any excuse to tickle you on one of your outside excavations, especially if you fell, because then they could insist to heal you just to see you try not to give a reaction, but end up melting in their touch.

Ranboo, just like everyone else, had his own style of how to tickle you; “Awwww, does it tickle a little~? Look at you just melting into me! Phil was right, you really are tickle-tickle-ticklish! Awh, I hope you know that Tubbo’s going to find out about your little weakness as well~!”, he said to you.

His way of tickling was similar to XD, but with hints of Techno in it. The teasing was VERY similar to XD, but the way he stayed at pretty much the same pace and moved around based off of your reactions was a lot like Techno.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOUAHAHAHA!!!”, you screamed, knowing this would probably make your situation better worse for yourself and you were prepared for the consequences of your actions. You were more then prepared.

You WANTED it. He paused for a moment in fake shock and he gasped dramatically. “How dare you?! You’re going to regret that~!” He teased as he moved his hands from your lower stomach to the the place where your back met your side and changed from friendly scribbles to ruff tickles.

You let out a loud scream and fell into hysterical laughter, not even able to form proper words; “RAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHAH!!!!!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know a ‘Rahbah’, but whatever their doing, it can’t be that bad~”, he said as he sped up the tickles, making it so you couldn’t even talk anymore, and you were to tired to move as well, from both the running and the tickling, so you just had to sit there and take it.

Eventually he stopped, and you quickly pulled your hands down, still giggling from the tingling that you always got after you had been tickled for long periods of time. About an hour or so passed after that, Ranboo still would poke you or lightly squeeze your sides just to get you a bit flustered.

When Phil eventually came to pick you up, you said your goodbyes and started to walk home. “So, what did you do? Did you have fun~?”, he said in his teasing voice that he used every so often. “I’m going to kill you” you said jokingly and with a small laugh in your voice. “Oh? And why would you do that?”, he said, giving you a small poke.

After you squeaked, you just rolled your eyes playfully and said “I think you know exactly why”. Phil laughed a little, then said “You want to fly the rest of the way home?”, as he smiled at you. You nodded, and he let you hop onto his back, and took off into the air.

Needless to say, next time you went to Ranboo’s house, you would be just as sassy to him as you were today

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Story 3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)- unfinished

You knew for a fact that the next time you were to go to the overgrown Oreo and Bee boy’s house you would be endlessly teased.

Last time you visited, Phil had told Ranboo about your sensitivity, and Ranboo promised that he would tell Tubbo, and he never lies to you… and to your luck dismay, you were going there today because Phil, Techno and Ranboo had a syndicate meeting, so you had to prepare yourself mentally to see Tubbo, because you knew that the moment you stepped foot in the house, there was no turning back and your fate was sealed….

You had been with Tubbo for about ten minutes, and you quickly went to one of the many guest rooms, hardly saying hi to him to do your best to keep the teasing to a minimum. You had brought your favourite sketchbook with you so you could preoccupy yourself until Tubbo inevitably found where you had run off to.

Well that time came sooner then you had expected, and he walked in about two minutes latter. “There you are! I was wondering where you went to~…” he said, already teasing you somehow. “Mmm…” you replied, forgetting why you were where you were, completely lost in your drawing.

“Whachya’ drawing??” He asked, knowing this would get your attention, because you had a rule that no one is allowed to see this sketchbook until it’s completely filled out besides you. You quickly closed your book when that sentence was accompanied by a poke on your side, getting a squeak out of you, and you curled up into a ball, giggling slightly and quietly.

You put your book down and sprinted away, Tubbo close behind you. It wasn’t to late, but you knew from babysitting Micheal that he would be asleep right now, so you didn’t worry about him finding out, but you didn’t want to wake him up, so you made sure to run far away from his room.

You were thankful that it was such a huge house, but because of it, you knew for a fact that Tubbo would catch you, because, even though he may be slightly slower than you, even with the extra adrenaline, he had more stamina, so at this point you were just delaying the inevitable.

You knew that, but you didn’t care, all you cared about is not waking up Micheal. After about five minutes of being chased all around the giant house, you had eventually been caught by the bee lover, and you knew there was no getting out of that now.

You were stuck.

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Story 4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Wilbur and Fawn were home alone together, just kind of chilling, Wilbur was playing the guitar and Fawn was singing along.

Phil had taken Tommy to go see Tubbo and Techno had told Niki he’d help her with her garden, specifically with the potatoes she was trying to grow, so Fawn and Wilbur had decided that they were just going to do whatever, hence them playing music together.

“Can you teach me how to play the guitar one day Will?”, Fawn asked their big brother after they finished up the song they were playing. “Yeah, sure! I might be a bit busy for the next little while, finishing up a new song, but definitely soon!”, he said, knowing when they make that kind of proposal, they normally mean some time in the near future. “Thanks Will!”, they said, with a small giggle in their voice. That small giggle made Wilbur get an idea.

“Hey… if you want I can teach you right now Fawny~” said Wilbur teasingly, putting his guitar down. “Really? That’d be awes- wait a minute, ‘Fawny’? Why’d you use that name? Wilbur, please don’t tell me you’re planning what I think you’re planning.”, they said almost sternly, looking up at their brother, but seeing the smirk on his face made Fawn’s fight or fight reflex activate, but Wilbur could tell and grabbed their wrist so they couldn’t run.

“Planning what Fawny? To be an awesome big brother and help you learn a new instrument~?”, said Will, his smirk growing at the anticipation in Fawn’s eyes.

Fawn somehow managed to get their wrist free before their brother could attack, quickly running away. “That’s not going to help you much Fawny~! You’re just delaying the inevitable now!!!”, he called after them, getting up, but purposely giving them a few seconds head start to add to the anticipation.

He chased them all around the house, but eventually took a shortcut to where Fawn was running to, and they ran into him, allowing Wilbur to catch them in his arms Catholic Church intro (<—— add link) style, and carry them to the living room.

After pinning them down on the couch, Wilbur took his usual position, sitting on their arms to get a good shot at everything while having his hands (and wings) completely free to roam wherever they please.

“Wihilbuhur dohon’t!!!”, Fawn managed to giggle out while their brother lifted their hoodie to the bottom of their binder, and just smirked at them, lightly brushing his fingers along their neck to show that this was happening no matter how much Fawn argued, because Wilbur knew they didn’t mean it.

It’s hard to explain, but as the oldest of all the siblings, he developed this sixth sense to be able to tell when his siblings actually don’t want to be tickled or it’s their biological response, and right now, it was both a mix of biological response and also Fawn not wanting to admit that they actually really enjoyed it and wanted to be tickled really badly. (I don’t play the guitar, so if the notes are ones that are just strings/aren’t a note you can play on the guitar, please don’t bash me ㅠ ω ㅠ)

Now’s when Wilbur took his plan into action, saying “Ok, so, this is A#…” he said, pretending that the space between Fawn’s ribs were the frets, and did the hand placement for the note, “strumming” on their torso, making them squeak and giggle, kicking out slightly from the feeling. “Ah, what beautiful music that comes from this guitar!”, Wilbur teased, “strumming” even faster, making Fawn’s voice raze an octave.

“Wihihihihilbuhuhuhuhr!!!! *squeak* ahahah, nohohohoho!!!!!!!”, they giggled from the attack, as Wilbur kept pretending that he was teaching them guitar. “Oh no Fawn, I think this guitar needs to be tuned, it’s all squeaky and changing tune like it has a mind of its own!”, he teased them, as they started to giggle louder, not wanting it to stop, but they would never admit that.

“Okay Fawny, now I normally wouldn’t do this, but is looks like the sound hole has a lot of dust in it, so I have to clean that out!”, he teased as he inhaled deeply, blowing a huge raspberry on their belly button, making pour little Fawn scream, tears pricking at their eyes. “Okay Fawn, now I’m going to play a song so you get the basic idea of how fast you would have to go to actually play a song~” Wilbur continued with his teasing

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Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

-I have an OC in Mha with the same name as me that I named before that was my name, so if you’re confused about why we have the same name, that’s why-

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Story 1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Kai and Shoto had been friends since they were about 4 and 6, so they go back a long time, and within that time, you learn a lot about a person!

For example, mister icy hot learned about a special way to help his shy quiet friend when they’re sad or just need some loosening up. When this happens, Shoto will give a small light poke somewhere on Kai’s side. This was, for them, a way for the older to help the younger with any bad emotions and see them smile for a moment.

Neither of them ever worried about other people seeing, because they just thought of it like cheering someone up, however, it did happen a lot less in class. Even though it happened less, some of the people that were close to them picked up on this habitat.

It of course wasn’t everyone in the class, however everyone noticed it, but it was a few people.

There was only one problem with the fact that a lot of the class knew, and that was that it was harder to get good battle training because if they made themself known, in close quarters it was very likely that the person would use it against them depending on who it was.

In fact, this happened so often that Aizawa had to literally state the rule in front of the class and write it on the board in sharpie so it wouldn’t get erased: NO TICKLING KAI DURING TRAINING.

Todoroki didn’t really ever tease them about it and found their reaction to it sweet, but he only ever actually tickled them when they asked him to, or when it was a day that Kai clearly just needed to laugh.

Anyway like I said, a few other people had picked up on the habit, and these people were as follows (from most to least likely): Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Sero and even Baukougou had done it once, but that was really just to make fun of them.

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Story 2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

You had a really shity day and were just ready to go back to the dorms and collapse on your bed.

You finally got into your room after hours of being yelled at by Aizowia for falling asleep in his class 7 times today while Baukugou mocked you, Iida gave you a lecture, Deku tried to make you feel better by telling you about all the times he fell asleep in class, Ochoco joined Deku in the story telling, and most of all, your childhood friend, Todoroki, was trying to comfort you.

None of your friends efforts were working, though (not that Baukugou was even trying to), and you just wanted the day to be over. After that, you immediately went back to your dorm room and covered your face with your pillows and just lay like that for about twenty minutes, until you felt your bed dip beside you.

“Hey, are you okay? I would’ve come here immediately, but I thought you might want some time alone to calm down first, but I figured it’s been long enough.”, said the voice of your best friend, Todoroki, resting a hand on your stomach, which was enough to make you blush and get butterflies in your stomach, which made you thankful that you had pillows over your face.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, I-I’m just a b-bit tired, that’s all!”, you said in an attempt to not sound so flustered, but your stutter made it incredibly obvious. “Are you… flustered?”, he asks, kinda teasing kinda curious.

“I-I.. Y-no? N-yes?? I-I don’t k-know what you m-mean!”, you stuttered. That’s when Todoroki noticed his hand placement. “Ooooooohhhhh” he said, now understanding.

He slowly and carefully started to trace shapes over your stomach as you started to giggle and try to push his hand away, not successfully might I add. “Nohohohoho!!!! Whihihihy??? Ahahah!!!!!!!”, you protested, not actually wanting him to stop.

He then moved from tracing shapes to lightly fluttering his fingers under your shirt and over you stomach with his cold hand (oof), while using his hot hand to warm you up a bit by making it hotter and lightly brushing it over your arms, neck, ribs, sides, face and torso.

Your laughter and giggles would ring out for awhile after that

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Story 3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

Sleep.

It’s almost as if Kai’s body didn’t know how how to do that.

Don’t get me wrong, they slept, but only for about 8 hours every month, the amount of sleep someone should be getting every day. Weirdly enough, this didn’t effect them to much, only falling asleep in class when they got way less sleep, like half an hour that month, which didn’t happen to often, so it wasn’t really a worry to their teachers.

Growing up in the Todoroki household had brought some dark times to their life at a young age. No one knew who their dad was, and their mom was a close friend of Rei Todoroki, their godmother. One day, a villain attacked the Ai home, and Kai’s mom, Ai Ayako, got killed trying to protect Kai, so they moved in with the Todoroki family, and seeing what Endever was doing to their godmother and Shoto Todoroki, pretty much the only person they can be themself around made them have terrible nightmares and hate going to sleep, resulting in the terrible sleep schedule they have now.

Since for some reason, it didn’t effect their performance in class, and because their quirk, five senses, allowed them to become almost undetectable, even though they can only use sight and sound right now, they were granted special permission from the school board to just kinda wonder around town as long as they have their quirk activated, and if they start to feel like they have used it for to long, come back to the dorms immediately.

And that’s what they were doing! Just kinda chilling, unable to be seen or heard, just the way they liked it, just sitting by their favourite abandoned house (yes, they have a favourite abandoned house), listening to music generated by their quirk.

All of the sudden, they felt a hand on their shoulder, scarring them to all shit, making them jump and squeak. They were very confused, as they were used to people bumping into them, then being confused at what they hit, but never anyone knowing where they were unless they were someone that they were not using their quirk on, which was pretty much impossible, because the only people they weren’t using it on at the moment was everyone at UA (except for Mineta, because they (along with me and pretty much anyone who watches MHA should) DESPISE Mineta), and they would probably all be asleep because of curfew, and people in the Todoroki family, so that if they ran into their family, they could say hi, but that was it. No one else should be able to-

“Hey, look who it is. The little disappearing kid from UA. What are you doing out?”, said a raspy voice, interpreting Kai’s thoughts. They looked up, and saw two people looking down at them. Well, more like one looking at them, and one looking at the one looking at them.

“Who the hell are you taking to Dabi? Have you gone more bat-shit crazy then you already were?”, said the one looking at the one looking at- or, sorry, the one looking at Dabi. “Oh, are they using their quirk on you? Hmm… well, show yourself to Shiggy, he doesn’t bite…” said Dabi, a shit-eating smirk on his face from the look on Kai’s.

‘Tomora Shigaraki and Dabi are here? Why? Why can Dabi see me? Why are they here of all places? Why is Dabi looking at me like that?

Why-‘ their thoughts got cut off again when they started to feel the fatigue that came with their quirk wearing off. They knew they had no choice but to show themself, otherwise, they would faint, and it was better to be conscious with two people as dangerous as the ones in front of them now, then be unconscious with them. So, they turned their quirk off, wobbling from the faint feeling they got, just avoiding going unconscious.

“Well well well, you’re not completely crazy after all Dabi!”, said Shigaraki in his very smooth and slightly soft yet bloodthirsty and unhinged voice. They don’t quite remember what happened next (definitely not because I couldn’t think of how, ahahha 😬) but Kai ended up in a secret bar in the house, sitting tied to a chair, but wasn’t really fazed anymore since they are a very nonchalant person and got over the shock fast.

“Why are you here? How did you find us?”, Dabi questioned Kai as they examined the room around them, just kinda humming in response. “Not talking, hmm? Hey, by the way, are you aware that during your fight with Todoroki in the sports festival, you only made what was happening unseeable to the people in the crowd? We heard about it, how the arena filled with smoke, but when I watched it live, I didn’t see any kind of smoke! Instead, I saw what really happened. Do you know what I’m referring to?”, Shigaraki asked, getting Kai to slightly blush from embarrassment. ‘Shit, I forgot that I can’t make things appear on cameras cuz they don’t have senses! Damn it, now the whole world knows…” they thought.

If you’re wondering what happened, I’ll tell you. At the sports festival, Kai and their best friend, and legal brother, Shoto, were up against each other. The two had promised not to hold back on each other despite being as close as they were, however, mid-battle, Todoroki had asked Kai to make them both silent and invisible, just so he could talk to them, and so they did. When they were completely unseeable (or so they thought), Todoroki gave them the look that he always gave them before he tickled them, but since they were so close together and had limited space to move, Kai couldn’t run away like they normally would, and ended up getting wrecked on live TV. When they asked Todoroki about it after the fight (that he won), he simply said he was worried that he was going to go to harsh on them and felt they needed a break from the match to just have fun for a moment.

“W-what are you t-talking about?”, Kai said, trying to sound unfazed, but the blush on their face and their stutter gave it away.

That stupid shit-eating grin was back on Dabi’s face, but this time, he started walking towards Kai slowly. “Oh yeah, you’re right Siggy, something did happen~”, said Dabi, Making them even more worried then before. ‘No, their VILLAINS. There’s no way they’d TICKLE me… right?’

It only took Kai a minute to realize that hypothesis was wrong when Mr. Shit-grin finally reached them, taking long enough for Kai to start giggling nervously. “Aww, look at that, all scared and nervous, just waiting for me to attack… I feel bad for you kid, I really do, but we need to make sure you won’t ever come back here unless we decide you should” said Dabi, putting his hands on their knees, using them as support while he leaned in close to their face.

“You’re. At. OUR. Mercy. Now.”

He squeezed their knees, getting the same squeak out of them that he did when he scared them at the front of the house.

To say Dabi was amused by this would be an understatement. He always felt relatively indifferent about Kai, as they just had that kind of feel to them that if they saw him on the street, instead of rating him out for being there, as long as he wasn’t hurting someone, they wouldn’t do anything about it and just go about their day. Basically, he knew Kai probably wouldn’t say anything to UA or any pro hero’s, and at this point, he was just messing with them.

“Why’d you squeak, huh? We don’t scare you, do we? Hmmm~?”, he said, looking at Kai with the most smug smirk know to man while he continued to squeeze their knees, making them giggle and squeak. “Nohohohoho stohohohop *squeak* ihihit! Ahaha!!”, Kai said, now with a smile on their face as the tickling continued. “Why stop? Does it tickle? Ooh, it does tickle, doesn’t it~… Wow, who knew you were so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~…”, the villain continued, in a very teasing manner. “Hey Shiggy, why don’t you join me? The more people, the more they’ll scream!”, said Dabi, and if Kai heard that in any other situation, they would have been terrified, but in this situation, it just caused them more anxiety, worry, and weirdly, considering the fact that if Shigaraki touched them with all five fingers, they would start to crumble and dissolve; excitement. “No, I’d rather sit back and enjoy their screams without getting my hands dirty” Shiggy said plainly. “Suit yourself” Dabi shrugged. Kai hadn’t expected Dabi to be so tease-y with them, or at least not appear to be enjoying it, but he looked as if this was the first time in a million years he had eaten.

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Scenario 1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

Kai was with Kirishima, Fatgum and Tamaki for work studies, but they only really spoke to Kiri because the two were good friends, and Kai was intimidated by anyone they didn’t know well, aka Fatgum and Tamaki. Kirishima was also one of the few people who knew about how physically sensitive Kai was, teasing them about it constantly. Which leads me to the situation they were in now; Kai had just watched Fat absorb a few things into his stomach, a lot of them moving. “How do you do that?”, they asked quietly, but genuinely curious as well. “What do ya’ mean? It’s my quirk” Fatgum says in his usual jolly way. “O-oh, I know that, i-it’s just that even if I had your quirk, I-I could never do that, b-because…” they said, rambling on and on in their shy way, wishing they had never said anything. “I know why!”, Kiri chimes in, clearly amused by this situation. “It’s because they’re-“ he said, but Kai activated their quirk just in time to make him silent. Kiri was about to out them. “W-why did you silence him?”, Tamaki asked very quietly per his also shy personality. “O-oh, I j-just, umm, I-“ they said, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t be lying but also not letting them know about their secret. “I-it’s just that I’d be scared of the impact, even if I knew it wouldn’t hurt…” Kai said. The truth, but not what they meant when they asked how Fatgum did it. “Oh” replied Tamaki, not really getting an answer to his question, but not wanting to annoy them, so he stopped talking. That was the first time anything had come that close to revealing Kai’s secret. The second time was a bit past the point where Kai and Tamaki had started to become good friends, neither of them being any louder, though. Tamaki had accidentally bumped his elbow into their side, and heard a squeak come from them. He started to frantically apologize and ask if he had hurt them, to which Kai replied with the same frantic apologizing for scaring him and being in his way, as they explained that they were fine, just a bit surprised. After about two minutes of apologizing and stuttering, the two finally calmed down and went back to normal conversation. All of the sudden, Kirishima popped out of seemingly nowhere and pretty much shouted; “Hey Tamaki, wanna know why they squeaked like that?!”. Kai immediately started to blush, and (for one of the few times in their life) shouted “EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, I WILL END YOU!!!”, as the two of you started to playfully chase each other, both laughing a little at the others antics. “That was strange… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai yell, not even at a villain…” Tamaki muttered softly as he looked as if he was trying to figure out something. Strangely enough, neither Fatgum nor Tamaki figured out what all the commotion was about whenever something like this happened until Kiri actually told Tamaki when he knew Kai wouldn’t be around to silence him, and after that, Kirishima started to tease them a lot more, and would sometimes even poke Kai a little and pretend it was an accident just to tickle and tease them a bit more around Fat and Tamaki, never failing to make Kai flustered as fuck :)

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Headcanon set 1: Shoto Todoroki ler HCs

Not a tease-y ler because he doesn’t see the point in teasing. He says it might make someone fell bad about it, and the point of him tickling someone is to make them feel better and let them laugh

He’s not ticklish, or at least we don’t think he is. No one really knows, and people are to scared to find out, because, while he is an incredibly kind person, get in his bad side, and he’s terrifying

He has a tendency to say things that sound like teases, but really aren’t, and he genuinely means them as complements, like “your laughter sounds so happy and nice!”, or “your smile’s so cute! You seem so happy, I’m glad!”.

Not very into revenge tickles, cause if he cares about you enough to tickle you, you shouldn’t warrant revenge in his eyes, plus, since he’s never been tickled himself, he doesn’t know what it feels like, and since it makes people smile and laugh, he assumes that it makes people happy, and for some it does

He makes his left side colder to get a better reaction from you, in turn making you scream

He won’t laugh with you, but he will smile a lot more than usual, as he finds your reactions cute

Cuddles after is a must, and might ghost his hands over your stomach to get you giggling all over again

You have a code word for stop, just cuz it’s a reflex to say stop, and he knows it

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Headcanon set 2: Tamaki Amajiki ler HCs

Shy boy doesn’t know what to do at first

I can imagine him liking being the lee more, so it starts off kinda timid and shy (then again, he’s always timid and shy)

However, he loves to see you smile, laugh and just being happy, so he soon finds that he actually really enjoys this as well, however, he worries about possibly hurting you

Softest ler ever

Constantly asks you if your still doing okay or if this is fine, just making sure that you’re still having fun

He starts to do it more often, and every time he does it, he gets a little less scared of hurting you, as he now knows what to do and what you like

He will always be shy of course, but he warms up more the more he tickles you

Has never tickled you to silent laughter because he stays pretty light with the tickles, barely getting above giggles for you, however, this means he goes for longer once he’s gotten used to tickling you because he doesn’t have to worry about it as much

Won’t really tease, but he does laugh along with you and call you cute, which you consider teasing and he considers complements

He gets so used to tickling you that he can’t go a day with out at least poking you once. He never does it around people though, he would get to embarrassed

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Headcanon set 3: Bakugou Katsuki ler HCs

RUTHLESS

He’s already so ruff with you, and that either amplifies or decreases when he tickles you, depending on wether it’s for revenge or cheering you up

Contrary to popular belief (or not, IDK), this boy is very soft when he wants to be

You tend to enjoy pissing him off for fun, kinda like a sport, but this little habit ends up with you getting tickled to silent laughter very often

He teases relentlessly, weather it’s to cheer you up or not

Likes to state how much power he has over you, and how amazing he is. Like, he thinks he’s accomplishing something great by tickling you

You would never admit it, but half the time when you annoy him, it’s just to get him to tickle you, and the other half, it’s definitely a subconscious reason

He is fucking evil, and he finds it hilarious to randomly attack you after you got closer to each other

He says it’s cause he likes watching you just crumble into his arms, completely at his mercy

Mans is a TERRIFYING ler, holy fucking shit

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Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

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Story 1: Karana x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished

You and Karma had been friends since forever, and the two of you got along surprisingly well. There was always one thing that bothered him about you, though.

He could read everyone else, he could find their weaknesses, but with you… even after so many years of being your friend, he still couldn’t read you, still couldn’t find any weaknesses of yours.

Which is why he was so pleased with the events that transpired today before school…

You and him live in the same area, in fact, you guys live next to each other, so you’ve always known each other. Because you two lived so close to each other, you often walked to school together, then went to sit on the stairs.

And that’s exactly where the two of you were now, on the stairs, him sitting up-right and playing with his anti-Koro sensei knife, and you, laying down on his lap with your face to the sky.

He surprisingly doesn’t mind you laying on him, and he’s pretty used to it, however you always end up having conversations like; “why do you insist on always sitting like that?” “Cuz it’s comfortable, Karmy~” “And why do you always call me ‘Karmy’?” “Cuz you hate it.” “I don’t HATE it, just slightly annoying.” “Yeah yeah, sure. Either way, it’s what I’m going to call you”

You were in the midst of such a conversation when you were teasing him- probably the only person who can get away with that (for the most part)- and he said “Sureee, you’re soooo much better than me at that. I’ll let you believe that…” and poked your stomach once in retaliation.

He expected you to say “Hey!”, and go into a tangent about why you are better then him at whatever you were arguing about, but instead you… squeaked? Not only did you squeak, you also kinda crumpled in on yourself and giggled slightly.

His eyes widened with mischief, his face morphing into an evil smirk. Oh no… he had figured out your weakness. The one that you had managed to hide from him for 12 years, but now, he had discovered it, and holy shit was he going to have some fun with this

“Hey [NAME]… are you by any chance… ticklish~?”

‘Shit’. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, he already knew the answer and lying would only make your situation worse, but at the same time, if you said yes, he would tease you about how compliment you were and how you must enjoy this, which wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until your face was as red as his hair, so you chose your last resort option. You knew you could pull it off cuz you were good at hiding how flustered you were, otherwise how else could you have hidden your weakness from him for so long.

“What’s that?”, you asked adding in a furrowed brow and a cock of the head for good measure.

He was clearly slightly caught off guard by that, his smirk turning to confusion. You did your best not to laugh at his face, but you hadn’t ever seen such a look on his face in all the years you had known him, and when you let out a small laugh, he was snapped out of his confusion.

“And what are you laughing at?”, he said, playfully glaring at you. “Yohour fahahace” you giggled, covering your mouth slightly with your hand. His smirk resumed on his face, evilness filling the air. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about-“ he said, and dug his fingers into your ribs. You screamed in surprise, then small giggles started pouring out of your mouth.

“Stohohohop!!!! Thahahat tihihicklehehes!!!!”, you said, trying to pry his hands off your extremely sensitive sides.

“Wow, you’re so percepti- wait a minute… if you don’t know what being ticklish is, how do you know what being tickled feels like? Holy shit, you little lier! You knew what it was didn’t you?! Oh, you just made your situation 100x worse for yourself~” he said, moving from digging to harsh squeezes, but not to harsh, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!!!!!!”, you screamed, trying desperately to escape, but your favourite sitting position turned into a weapon for Karma, as he had you trapped in his lap.

He continued with the squeezing with one hand, and poked your ribs with the other. You let out a loud squeak as you tried to pry his hands off you as he continued to tease you, making you blush.

“Wow, you’re SUPER ticklish, now aren’t you~? We’ve known each other for how long, and you kept this hidden from me? Well, now I’m going to have to make up for lost time… wow, this is surprisingly cute~. Why didn’t you tell me you were this cute while being tickled~???”, he teased you, making you blush.

Just then, Koro sensei appeared in front of the two of you, startling you and not fazing Karma. “While I’m glad you two are having fun together, class is about to start, and I’d hate for you to be late” he said, and Karma let go of you as you tried to recover.

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The rest of the day wasn’t any different from the morning, and with you sitting beside Karma, you were easy for him to get. He poked your side at random intervals through out class, making you squeak and the entire class turned to look at you. You just covered your blushing face while Karma just smirked at you.

However, gym class was even better worse.

Mr. Karosuma had made the two of you sparing partners, and Karma went behind you many times and held you to tickle you, and while normally you could have fended him off, you were on edge and tired, not to mention the fact that you crumpled in on yourself every time which made fighting impossible, your reactions only giving Karma more incentive to keep tickling you.

This went on all day, and none of the teachers did much to stop it, cuz it was relatively good assassination training for the both of you- you to try to escape, and Karma to not let you escape. Not to mention that Koro sensei honestly found your bond cute.

On your walk home together, he actively forced you onto his back, carrying you piggyback style and lightly tickled your inner knees and thighs the entire way back as you had no choice but to hold onto him tight, unless you wanted to fall that is. Not to mention his evil teasing. For the first time in his life he was calling someone cute as a way to tease them in a close friends kinda way instead of to berate them.

He did the same thing on your walk to school the next day. He stayed true to his word of making up for lost time, as ever single chance he got, he would tickle you. This made you jumpy all the time, and he found it fucking hilarious. You didn’t really mind it all to much though. You always sort of enjoyed being tickled, in fact, there used some days where you’d wish that Karma knew, and now that he did… well, you definitely didn’t mind it.

Everything had become sort of a routine, and the both of you had gotten so used to it that when to two of you started walking everyday, you subconsciously got on his back, when you laid across his lap, you would put you hands behind your head, during training, if he got behind you would fall into him, but very subtly (one time, he purposely didn’t catch you and you fell. He found it so funny, then he sat on your hips and ticked you. That was the one time the teacher properly stepped in), and you never had your arm covering the side facing him during class.

After almost two months of this, he suddenly stopped. It came out of the blue, just happened one day. To be honest, it made you feel a bit sad. All through out the day, not even a single poke. If only you knew what was in store… See, he was purposely not tickling you so he could catch you off guard. After a week of this, he invited you over for a sleepover. The two of you had only ever had one sleepover before, and it was mostly to plan on how to kill your teacher, so you were a bit sceptical, but agreed nonetheless. He was your best friend after all.

When you got to his house, everything seemed a bit off. His parents were out of town for a few days, and it was a weekend, so you didn’t have a set time to wake up. Instead of sleeping in a bedroom, he had things set up in the living room so the two of you could watch t.v and turn it off when you were tired enough to sleep and not have to walk to his room.

He had a movie picked out to watch- Coraline- and snacks. He was being to nice, to upbeat. Something had to be up.

The two of you sat down on the floor, a big pile of blankets and pillows on the ground. You two sat in your normal position, you flopped on his lap, but you noticed he placed his hands on your stomach, making you feel butterflies, every time he hands shifted slightly, you jumped a little, making him smirk. Everything was going according to plan.

Then it happened. The tickle scene in the movie finally came, the entire reason he chose it in the first place.

At that point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and blurted out “CAN YOU JUST-“, but you stopped at the word ‘tickle’. You couldn’t say it. It was to flustering for you, you just couldn’t.

“Can I just what~?”, he asked as you got all fidgety. He reviled in the blush appearing on your face. “You know, just… mmph” you grumbled. “I don’t know what ‘mph’ is

[NAME]~” “J-just, you know… t-… tic-…” “You want some tictacs?”, he asked as if he didn’t know all to well what you wanted. “Karma… please…?”, you said small-ly, clearly missing the playful gesture. Now, this man may be sadistic, but when you sounded so sad like that, this went from a mission to fluster you to a mission to cheer you up.

Of course, he still wanted to tease you though, he just decided to go about it slightly differently. “Please what~? I don’t get what you mean, you have to tell me~…” he said, but his actions spoke differently. As you were focused on the fact that he was being mean, you didn’t notice his hand slowly snake around your torso until he started squeezing your side.

You were completely caught off-guard by this, and you let out a surprised scream followed by laughter. “K-kahaharmahaha!!!”, you giggled out, kicking and moving side to side. “What is it [NAME]~? I’m not doing anything ~” he said as you giggled and laughed, trying to escape, but there was no way in hell Karma would let you do that. After all, he new you didn’t want to in the first place.

“KAHAHaharmahahaHA!!!! Dohohon’t plahahay thahahat gahahahame!!!!”, you giggled, a blush forming on your face, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your sadistic friend who was currently MURDERING you with laughter.

“Hey, [NAME]~… are you ok? First you have a random outburst of laughter, now your face is turning red…” he said, as he moved his hand that wasn’t squeezing your side to do the same motion on your thigh. With that simple moment, your laughter raised an octave.

“KARMAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!”, you screamed, squirming in his grip, and he just laughed at you.

“Ok [NAME], looks like you caught me! And was being so subtle about it to. Oh well, doesn’t change much. Say… is your back ticklish ~?”, he asked, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach and sat on you to keep you pinned, using his knees to keep your hands down. Then he lifted your shirt so your back was bare, and started to skitter his blunt nails all over your back, and every so often moving his hands to your sides.

“Hmmm, so it is~. That information will come in handy…” he said close to your ear, his breath in your ear making you squeak.

“Oh, are your ears ticklish to~?”, he said, keeping one of his hands at your back and moving his other one up to your ears and neck, turning your loud giggles all squeaky. “They are! This will be even more useful, especially when your sitting how you normally do~”

“K-karmahahaha!!!!”, you giggled, trying to get out of his tickly prison, but failing, not that you minded.

After a little while of him attacking your back, neck and ears, he asked his question again. “Hey [NAAAAAMMMME]~? Are your arms ticklish?”. If you could have widened your eyes, you would have. He quickly moved his hands to your arms, making you scream. Your arms were insanely ticklish.

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Holy FUCK that was a lot… I hope you liked it, I put a lot of effort into it. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever else you celebrate at this time of year! I hope you had a good celebration! Well, I’m going to head to sleep now, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p🎄

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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Can I ask for headcannons for different versions of Wilbur x child reader where the reader notices wilbur is feeling sad and reader brings some of their favorite things to Wilbur. Like some of their favorite toys, their special blanket, and their favorite snacks. Reader brings them to Wilbur because, "These make me feel happy maybe it'll make you happy too!"

I cried. I'm crying. 😭😭😭

Warnings: Very Sad, death, general depressive themes, intense sibling fighting

ATTENTION ALL YOU WEIRDOS: THE BURSONAS WILL BE REFERRED TO AS THE READERS FATHER/ADOPTER IN THESE AND THAT IS ALL. BACK OFF FOUL DEMONS WITH YOUR PEDOPHILIA!!

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Simpbur/Dadbur

For a little backstory, your mother hadn't exactly been around. She died in other words and poor Wilbur never really learned to cope with that loss

He's a great dad to you and really tries his best. He can't afford you proper schooling so at the age of four you began your homeschool experience

Wilbur does anything for you. He watches movies and tucks you in. He kisses you goodnight and goodmorning. He watches video upon video of how to do this or that or make this or that just to see his little Star smiling

So, when your mother's anniversary comes along you hear Wilbur crying. He's trying to muffle it as it is indeed four in the morning, but everyone knows sometimes you just can't help it. You know how hard your father works, you know he's sad.

So what does Wilbur do for you when you're sad? He gives you your blanket or your favorite stuffed toy that's been washed too many times. He makes you a snack and hugs to close with apologies and answers to the universe.

"Daddy?"

"What is it my little Star? Why are you awake?"

"I heard you crying."

"Oh, I'm sorry little one. C'mon let's go back to bed."

"You're crying about Mama aren't you?"

Wilbur is gobsmacked you know what it was. He hardly notices the assorted things you carry.

"Yes, yes I'm crying about Mama. I miss her Little Star."

"I miss Mama too, so here. You always give me these things when I'm sad so maybe they'll help you too."

He cries harder at the thought and hugs you. You ask him why he's still crying and he responds.

"These are happy tears Little Star. You make me so happy."

C!L'manbur

Everyone gets stressed and everyone says and does things they don't mean.

You and Fundy never truly got along. He was older by a fair sum and you hardly a toddler during the times of the founding of L'manberg. Your Father, Wilbur Soot, was so passionate about the cause he was fighting for you were often left in the care of Tubbo.

One day you were finally able to spend time with your Dad and Fundy was there as well. You never understood why the fox man didn't like you. You never understood the cruelty he shot at you

You just knew every time he got away with it, Wilbur was there to patch the scraped knee and wipe the tears. The only toy you ever received was a little bear dressed in a L'manberg uniform with black buttons for eyes. Wilbur gave that too you

And you gave it to Wilbur the time that Fundy didn't get away with the harsh words.

"Why would you say that to them?! They're your sister/brother/sibling!"

"They're a child! They don't belong here! They're derailing our entire agenda!"

"Would you rather me send them with Tubbo to do his spy work?! Or perhaps Eret would like a bargaining chip!"

"That's not what I meant Wilbur!"

"Then stop being a prick to them! You're right, they're a child and I would rather them not be here to see this war but its the safest place for them right now!"

"What about the rest of us?! The rest of us who wish they weren't here at all to begin with!"

There's a crack of something and the voices stop. You heard heavy footsteps and a sniff. You heard a small pleading voice asking, apologizing.

Then the door slams and there are muffled tears. You gather Sir Poggers (the bear named by Tommy of course) and push open the door.

Wilbur doesn't seem to notice you and is indeed the one crying. His glasses swing from his fingers while his other hand presses against his eyes. He heaves and sobs and you nearly cry just watching.

You set the bear on Wilbur's knee and watch as he flinches and sniffs. He looks at you with bleary eyes and a runny nose.

"You gave me Sir Poggers when I fell and cried. I heard a noise so I think you fell, which is why you're crying."

Wilbur takes the bear and examines the button eyes loose from months of wear and tear.

"Yeah I did didn't I little Star. Thank you."

Wilbur hugs you and tells you a story about a salmon and a killer whale who met and fell in love.

Pogbur/Vilbur

(this HC follows the previous)

Wilbur never had a lot of time for you anymore which was fine. You were finally of age to be participating in the war effort just in time for your fathers nation to slip away.

Fundy tolerated you now but the two of you still didn't talk much. If at all.

You spent a lot of time with your Uncle Tonmy and Tubbo and Technoblade. You farmed and fought and quarreled. But you wanted your father

Wilbur still had Sir Poggers. You saw it on his makeshift desk when you got to visit him. It sat by a picture of a salmon you only assumed was Fundy's mother Sally. You had never asked who your mother was. She was never really in the picture.

"Hey Dad? Everything alright?"

"Y/N? What're you doing?"

No 'Little Star' or 'Starshine' in Pogtopia. Wilbur was flat with you. Scared even at times. You knew he was down two lives from the war. Schlatt influencing the second to fall.

"I came to ask a question, but if you're busy"

"No no, come sit. What's your question?"

"Who's my Mum?"

"Why do you want to know?"

This was a question that could go so many ways.

"Maybe I want to go visit her. Get to know the other half of my genetics."

"Live with her you mean?"

"Yeah maybe."

"What's wrong with Pogtopia?"

"It's dark Wilbur, and gloomy and you're not nice anymore."

"Y/N M/N Soot you will not be leaving Pogtopia to live with someone who didn't give a damn about your birth."

"Seems like I'm doing that anyway!"

Its still and quiet and deathly cold. Wilbur stares at you and tears slip from your eyes.

"You don't know how much I care about you Little Star, so you are going to take that back and go to your room right. The fuck. Now."

So you go but you don't take back your words. If there's one thing you got from Wilbur it was pride. Every word that leaves your mouth is purposeful whether to sting or poison completely.

You hear him yelling down the hall at someone, probably Tommy, and you flinch. You think of Sir Poggers and how it was so different when you were young and unscathed from violence. Before Wilbur went mad.

You looked to your sleeping area. The the bookshelf that held hardly any books. One stood out. One called Atlas Shrugged. You loved that book. You read it almost every year since Wilbur taught you to read.

You grab the colored paperback and leave you room. Wilbur is no where to be found so on his desk you leave a note with the book and Sir Poggers sitting close by.

'I'm sorry, I know you're stressed. Enjoy some quality time in the pages to unwind. Love you,

Starshine'

You went to sleep that night content with your good deed.

Ghostbur

(this HC follows the previous)

Ghostbur remembers you vividly. There are some dark spots but the more populated lighter ones are bright and joyful. They're his favorites.

He loves you, his little Starshine though not so little anymore. This makes him sad.

"Ghostbur, why are you crying?"

"You're so big now Starshine. I missed you."

Ghostbur is very emotional in general but when he realizes he hardly even remembers the last moments with you it makes him break down

"You grew up too fast. I-I don't remember seeing you get so tall."

"Ghostbur I'm still here. I'm right here."

You'd hug him and he hold you tight like he did when you were a child though he didn't truly remember that.

"I'm so sorry Starshine, I missed it all."

There wasn't much you could do for Ghostbur. Atlas Shrugged had been blown to hell and Sir Poggers was never found.

"You're here now, Ghostbur. That's all that matters."

You have to really assure him when he's upset, especially about you.

"Say, do you remember when I was real young? And we went crawfish hunting?"

Ghostbur didn't but it sounded like something that was fun and distracting. You lit up at the memory and he would beam.

"Y-yeah a little."

Instead of giving Ghostbur something you did something with him. You stood in the water and him on the sand. You turned over rock after rock and plucked little crawfish from their stones. Ghostbur smiled and no tears hissed against his skin.

Revivebur

(Warning: Mentions of Death)

Alivebur. Ghostbur. Dad.

Titles he didn't deserve anymore.

He was Revivebur. Changed and anew. A Phoenix from the ashes.

You were no longer Little Star. Nor Starshine. You were grown, and like Fundy, you were pissed.

"You think you can just come back into my life?"

Wilbur is hurt by your words. By your sharp tongue and burning gaze. This wasn't the child he raised.

"Please Y/N, give me another chance."

He begs and pleads. He gets on his knees and clasps his hands before you. Wilbur is pitiful as he grovels for your forgiveness.

His Little Starshine. His heavens and earth.

Poor Fundy...

"You leave them alone, Wil. You've skipped out on them same as you did me."

He's grown to pity you. Your brother via father is now on your side. He understands.

"Fundy please, I know I've done you both over but I'm begging you. Death changed me."

Wilbur's words do nothing. He's not the only one who has felt the bite of Death's cold sword.

"It changed us too."

You lost your first life in Wilbur's explosion. Your second as a bargaining chip for a disc. Tommy and Tubbo had taken it upon themselves to finish raising you but children are not exactly fit to raise an even younger child.

So, Fundy took the job and did great influencing his sibling's final years without Wilbur's input.

"Y/N, Starshine, you can't honestly believe I would abandon you."

"You did it to Brother."

"And that was a mistake I'll never stop regretting."

"Why should I trust you Wilbur?"

"I'm your Dad."

"Lot of good that did your head when you blew up the nation and got Grandad to kill ya didn't it? Lot of good that did when you left me and Funds to keep on after you was gone. Lot of good that does when I'm on my last leg without a notion if you're gonna blow me and my friends up again."

There are a lot of things said. A lot of teeth bared and a lot of shots fired.

You'll stand there in silence and tears will fall for what seems like the first time in years. Because it has been years. It's been years since Wilbur has held you or anyone has been there for you in only a Father can be there.

So, Wilbur hugs you. He pulls you close and you both fall to your knees. It's quiet and a streak of white tickles your neck.

You return the embrace and you both sit there.

Revivebur

(But it follows the request 🥲)

Revivebur adopted you from the streets of Las Nevadas the one time he was able to sneak in without Quackity immediately kicking him out.

You were a scruffy little kid and fought him tooth and nail on almost everything but he kept you. Wilbur kept you safe.

Tommy encouraged shenanigans and felt like a kid again, Wilbur could tell.

You learned how to cook burgers with him, and terrorized Ranboo to near quitting the business together.

"Fiesty one you got Wil."

Ranboo regarded you with caution.

"I know right?! They're incredible."

Wilbur did nothing but praise you. You were smart and quick. Your tongue sharper than his own and words became a weapon with your voice. Wilbur taught you how to phrase things.

He taught you to study and tip toe around sentences spoken to you. He taught you how to form your words around another's to get what you wanted.

Maybe not the best Father Child bonding activity, but its what he knew he couldn't screw up.

Wilbur was a good father to you. You loved him, you soon realized, and nothing could change that.

"See that Starshine? It's all about tone and staying cool."

One of Wilbur's arguments with Quackity had escalated and a crude punch or two had been thrown. Your father's eye was already beginning to bruise and although he attempted to hide it, you saw the tears threatening to slip past his mask.

"Why do you let him yell at you? Why don't we just leave Las Nevadas?"

"Because, Little Star, Big Q doesn't mean anything by what he says. He's just a little flustered is all."

Wilbur believes his words so you do as well.

"C'mon, lets so cook up some Fire Res."

Wilbur found potions to be a distraction. You liked to watch the liquids fizzle and boil and change as the properties mixed into the substances.

Wilbur's favorite was Invis. You liked Leaping. It made your chest feel light and with a good enough start and some slime you sneak from Quackity's reserve you feel like you're flying.

Quackity stopped by again.

"Keep your kid out of my supplies Wilbur, or were really going to have some issues."

"It's a few slime blocks Big Q, its not like they're taking diamonds."

"You haven't got a clue. Even dirt is essential to my place. Keep em out or I'll handle it myself."

There's clanking of bottles and a shattering sound. You don't hear the next words leaving your father's mouth.

"You touch Y/N and I'll burn that damn casino and everything and everyone inside it alive."

Wilbur's a man of his word and Quackity leaves.

That night Wilbur doesn't talk to you about the slime blocks but your promise yourself to put them back.

The next days are strange. Slimes, the humanoid ones that patrol the casino, stare at the van as you flip burgers. Some even dare venture through the forest and watch you from behind trees. Wilbur shoots fireworks at the walls each time he sees a green blobby man stop and look and personally hunts down any that get within a thirty block distance of the van.

Wilbur screams at the walls by night and send cigarette butts and fireworks flying at them by day. He curses at the guards and calls for Quackity to get his 'pervy green blobbed freaks' away from his side of the pond.

You hear him as you sleep. You hear him crying and your chest tightens.

"Leave Dad alone."

"Kid, you're the reason we have problems."

"Leave him alone and call off your creepy ass slime people."

"They're not creepy!"

"They're pretty creepy Q."

"Who are you to be making demands? Your what, 7?"

"11 and I've returned all your 'precious' slime blocks so either call off your crew or I'll use em to make my own blocks."

You record this conversation. Negotiation. And take it back to the van where you cook a bottle of Invis and Swiftness which you've just learned to make. You leave the items and recording where Wilbur will find them.

There's no shouting and crying that night. Quackity's slime people leave you alone and Wilbur does nothing but smile and recount the conversation back to you with funny voices and comedic gestures thrown in.

"You did so well Little Star."

Wilbur hugs you and everything's okay again.

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Okay...hm...Revivebur's first one isn't coherent with the request at all. BUT it's a good piece and I didn't want to delete it soooo....I'm really sorry.

Edit: I've just finished writing his second one and it doesn't really fit either but its still good...

I hope you like the others though!

#dream smp headcanons #c!wilbur #c!Wilbur soot #revivebur #dsmp c!wilbur #dsmp #dsmp au #C!Wilbur HC's

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