Phasmophobia ❤

❤ Bad Boy (Cute Boy)

Request by @ -KIYOORIN on Wattpad: "Wilbur x male reader but highschool au, where wilbur has a crush on reader and he is trying to asked out reader to go to the prom with him."

[2069 words :3]

[He/him]

Description: Wilbur is a hopeless romantic and Tommy likes to eat dirt. (Wilbur x MReader)

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{《☆》}

Wilbur picks at the dirt under his fingers as he sits through math class. His math teacher doesn't try to get him not to, even though he's the weird type. Tries too hard, acts too odd, calls tests 'festivals of learning'. Honestly, he kind of regrets doing this exchange program just because of that.

Well, not really. Wilbur likes this odd school, even if it's kinda fucked up. It has good music programs and he has a lot of good friends, a surprising amount of them British as well. And well... he maybe, sort of, kind of but not really, has a crush.

Wilburs face flushes just thinking about it. He ducks his head lower and picks his pencil up to pretend he's doing his work instead of daydreaming.

He glances over at you, doodling something one the margins of your math book with a small smile you probably didn't even realize you had. Wilbur sighed deeply, unable to look away as you fiddled with the pencil, almost dropping it. God, he thought you were gorgeous.

You looked up briefly and Wilbur panicked and snapped his head back down. He waited a few minutes, actually starting his math problems before he chanced a glance up. You were back to drawing and he relaxed with a relieved sigh. And then you looked back up again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur didn't know which God he had to thank that day but you didn't seem weirded out. In fact, you smiled at him in the hall earlier and almost made him have a heart attack. Wilbur hid his blushing face in his hands for a second, ignoring the conversation Fundy and Eret were having next to him.

"Are you good, Wil?" Niki asked, her lunch laid out neatly in front of her. She brushed her hand over his shoulder. "You look kind of red."

"I'm fine," he squeaked out, patting her hand before trying to shake it off. "Sorry, I'm good."

"He's having a breakdown because (Y/N) smiled at him earlier," Technoblade, the prick, says with no hint of remorse.

Wilbur scowls at him, kicking his leg under the table. "Shut it."

"Aww," Fundy coos mockingly, with a faked high-pitch British accent. "The fish fucker is in love."

"Not you too," Wilbur groans, flicking a bit of corn at the ginger.

"I think it's sweet how much you like him," Eret said, the only one Wilbur respected anymore. He picked up a piece of celery and talked while he chewed, "Even if it's just made you a bigger simp."

"I'm leaving," Wilbur says with a scowl, picking up his tray. He doesn't usually eat much during lunch anyways but the conversation made him lose the rest of his appetite. But, of course, the universe hated him.

Wilbur slammed into someone, sending corn all over himself, ruining his freshly washed navy jumper. "Just great, can you–,"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," You said, reeling back. Your own lunch was tipped over the try, pouring out but somehow managing not to stain your clothes. "I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, you're good" He managed to say through a strangled throat. He set the empty tray on an empty table and started brushing corn off of his sweater, which stuck to it with a grudge.

"Here," You said, coming back when Wilbur didn't even notice you left. In your hand was a bunch of clumped up napkins that you very quickly shoved in his hands, shifting feet nervously. After a second of Wilbur rubbing corn off of his sweater, your face falls when you realize just how stained it was. "Oh no, your sweater. I ruined it."

"It's okay, I was- I was going to donate it anyway," He fumbled over his words, lying because, well, you were you. Grimacing a bit, he powered through. "It's not the best thing to wear for the rest of the day but it'll make do."

You seemed dejected either way. "I can go put your tray back for you?"

"You're fine, really. It was an accident," Wilbur assured you it was, dropping the messy napkins on his tray. Patting his sweater and grimacing at the way it was still wet. "I'll just go,"

"Wait," You blurted out, hands raised in a minor panic. A sudden thought rang in your brain and you quickly reached for your backpack. In your hands was a plain yellow sweater, one that looked (way too big/perfect/a bit small) for your size and something that would fit Wilbur well enough to last the day. "I had a backup sweater in my backpack and since I kinda ruined yours, I think it's only fair you use it."

Wilbur hesitated, shaking his head. "No it's fine, really."

"Please," You practically begged, giving Wilbur the sweetest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "I feel so bad. It's no trouble."

"Alright," He muttered, ducking his head but unable to hide the bright pink flush that spread across his face. He pulls the navy jumper off, careful not the touch the wet spot to his face.

You were looking away (if pale: face flushed), obviously embarrassed. Wilbur quickly realized that the shirt he wore under the jumper had ridden up, pulling it down sheepishly. Taking the sweater, he ran his hand down the soft cotton fabric. "Thanks."

"No problem," You shook your head, looking back at him. Shooting him a smile, you finally stepped back and let him walk to put his tray away.

Wilbur was left in such a daze, he hardly even registered the teasing his friends gave him when he sat back down.

{《☆》}

Prom was coming up and Wilbur had totally forgotten. He sat at his desk, staring at the pair of tickets his friend had given him on a whim, saying something had come up but that he should still enjoy prom with his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Because yeah, people have started being under the assumption that Wilbur had manned up and asked you out. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Wilbur groaned, hands wrapping tight around the yellow sweater he was still wearing, still had. He had tried giving it back once but the teacher had decided that day was going to be their first-ever pop quiz and he had to sit back down.

He had worn it yesterday, fiddling with the nice sleeves that wrapped around his wrist loosely enough to pinch the fabric under and twist it. But something about realizing the weight of the next week, the last week he had until prom came and he'd be forced to go alone.

Wilbur was screwed. He had a week to ask you out, likely get rejected, and then spend the night at prom depressed while his friends had fun. Just the idea of going made him queasy.

His door was knocked on rapidly. "Wilby! Wil! Wil! Open the door!" Tommy screeched from the other side, waiting for permission before he jumped onto Wilbur's bed.

"You can come in," He said, moving to sweep the tickets into a drawer, hand still caught tight on the sweater.

"Wilby!" Tommy says, clambering in with his blankie trailing behind him, the cow plush Wilur had bought him held tightly in his little fist.  "I did the big tree thing. I went to Tubbo's house and he has such a big tree and I know that you and baba climb the tr-un-k so I had Tubbo help me, because it's so tall! And he did! And I got to hold the small tree and there was this bug and-!"

"Tommy, why aren't you playing with Phil," Wilbur asked, turning away from his desk to open his arms wide at Tommy. His baby brother leaped off the bed, landing in his arms and giggling.

"Phil was being mean again," Tommy pouted, curled into Wilburs chest. "He told me to go play with you instead."

He frowned, but then smoothed it out. "Thank you for telling me, Tommy. And thank you for following the rules and knocking."

"I'm very smart, aren't I Wilby!" Tommy giggled again, kicking his feet out. Wilbur bounced his knee a bit, nodding. "When is Baba getting home. He said I couldn't play with his sword until he gets here and I'm bored."

"He's still at work, Toms, but how about we go play outside instead." Wilbur smiled down at the 8-year-old, pinching Tommy's button nose between his fingers.

"Okay Wilby!" Tommy said, dragging the teen with him. Wilbur didn't know how lucky he had to have been to get an exchange home that'd give him his own brother.

Tommy set down Henry neatly next to him before he started digging his fingers into the dirt. Wilbur picked up his blankie and made extra sure it was safe from dirt on the seat he laid it on. He sat down by Tommy, pulling his arms away whenever he tried to eat dirt.

"Oh, it's you," A pleasent voice said from not so far away. Wilbur looks up and sees you standing there, holding a leash tightly, a dog standing by your legs. "I didn't know you lived here."

"I'm part of an exchange program, the Minecrafts are my host family," Wilbur said, rushing to stand. Tommy, ever the loud mouth around family, is tucked behind his leg, bright gold curls barely peeking out. You take a small step closer and Wilbur's face starts turning red. "Uh, this is Tommy."

"Hello Tommy," You say, kneeling to be on even ground. The blond mutters a small "hi", still clutching Wilbur's pants but shuffled more into view. You stick your hand out, wearing the prettiest smile Wilbur has ever seen. "It's lovely to meet you."

Tommy's hands look so tiny in yours but he seems so happy to be doing something familiar. Phil's had him do similar around his buisness friends. Predictably, your dog rounds your legs, nudging Tommy. He giggles, gasping with an infatuation with animals in the way only Tommy could have.

"That's Kujo, he's really friendly," You say and Tommy turns to you, eyes turning into melted clouds.

"Can I play with him? Please," He asks, bottom lip jutted out into a plead. Wilburs heart softens and you melt at the sight of his little brother. You carefully hand him the leash, saying that Kujo knows better than to run but if he does try, it's okay if he let's go. When Tommy heads off, ever so gentle with guiding Kujo, you stand and smile at him.

"Is your sweater okay?" You ask out of the blue. Wilbur glances down at what he's wearing before processing the words.

Face flushed, he nods. "It took a few washes but it doesn't smell like corn anymore, so..."

"I'm glad," You smile easily, not minding him trailing off. "I've dumped food on myself more than once and it's horrible to get off. I have a sweater at home where the sleeve still smell like milk."

Wilbur laughs, feeling as though he's floating on air. It wasn't even the funniest joke in existence but Wilbur is sure he could never laugh harder, warmth bubbling up in his chest.  "That sounds horrid. Although I once managed to burn the fur off a coat once."

"No," You gasped, reaching up to cover your smile with your hand. "An arsonist is here, in my neighborhood. For shame."

Wilbur doesn't know what confidence overcame him but he quirks his lips into a wicked grin, "That's not the worst I've done."

"Oh? Aren't you Mr. Bad boy?" You say with a chuckle.

Again, it comes out without thinking. "Depends, do you like bad boys?" His cheeks flush instantly, hands curling up as he almost dies of embarrassment.

You raise a brow, lips curled into a smile. "I like cute boys that look cuter in my sweaters."

It takes him a second for it to process, his ears the brightest shade of red in just a second. "Ah well," he fiddles with the hem of his sweater. "I mean, uh... Are you going to prom?"

"I haven't been asked yet," You look over at Tommy, stting down and digging with Kujo helping. "But I think I'd like to go."

"Well, I—, do you wanna...," Wilbur grimaces, taking a second to breathe. "Would you like to go to prom with me?"

You positively beam at him, "I would love to."

{《☆》}

[Tommy eat dirt :DDD]

[Next post is going to be a c!Purpled fic and maybe a pt2 to Wildest Wills, and then updates will likely slow down with finals before I get back during break :P]

[Take care of yourself. Eat food, drink water, take a shower. You are loved and appreciated even if it's hard to accept. Reach out to your friends, they miss you as much as you miss them. Have a day <3]

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I'm In Love With An E-Boy ❤

[He/him pronouns]

[2200+ words]

Description: You started off on Tiktok, getting famous for your e-boy aesthetic. How were you supposed to know that humming would lead to meeting an infamous streamer and musician. (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You started dressing like an e-boy for a friend's TikTok. They were dressing your entire friend group in different styles and she had chosen the one outfit you had dreaded.

Admittedly, it looked good on you. And apparently, 556k people agreed. So you wore the outfit a few more times, and then a few times turned into buying more outfits and showing them off on TikTok.

Now, months later, your name was synonymous with e-boy. You hummed a random tune under your breath, a song your flatmate Candi, the person who made your brand, has been blasting for the last week. You fix your collar and look over at your Twitch chat.

Streaming was a new development, but your fans took to the content eagerly. Chat was asking about what you were humming as you tapped your painted nails against your desk. "Dunno the name but it's by some guy named Wilbur Soot."

You laugh as chat goes a mile a second. You vaguely knew Wilbur, especially since Candi was obsessed with their friend group, but it was fun to mess with chat. Brushing some hair back (rip if ur bald) you go through donors and ignore chat's anguish.

"Thank you so much- pff, ppisskink69 for the 5 bomb." You bite back a worse laugh at the name. You've read worse, especially with your background in Tumblr and Wattpad, but usually, you've never had to say them aloud. "I love the name."

You laugh again as chat has a collective breakdown. "Thank you– wow you really took my comment to heart, huh? Thanks, DreamPissKink, for the tier three sub. Super intense Minecraft player, right there chat!"

As you're about to go back to telling chat your story, a dono appears in our wall that catches your eye. "Wilbur Soot with 10$ saying 'I'm in love with an e-boy'. Wow, another Super intense Minecraft Player chat. Can't believe it. Two in 5 minutes."

Even as you joke, you are a bit bashful at the dono. Compliments are a dime a dozen but a love proclamation, even satirical, are rare. At least now you can use that one meme.

'If I had a nickel for every time someone declared their love for me via Wilbur Soot lyrics I'd have 2 nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's strange that it's happened twice.'

"So, Mr Soot is in chat then, eh? Should I give him VIP?" You ask, already aware of what the outcome would be.  A mostly unanimous conclusion of 'yes' with a surprisingly scarce amount of no's. "Alright then, Lover Boy, you're VIP'ed."

He starts with a simple "hi :)" which makes you smile a bit. "Hello to you too. Would chat drop a 'hi smile' for our special guest?"

They listen quickly, your obedient simps.

Wilbur Soot: You are e-boy. Law requires I simp

His name, a dazzling gold etched into your chat alongside a VIP badge and a 2-month sub badge, which surprises you a bit, is next to the stupidest, tad bit sweet reason for his dono message. You force a more relaxed smile, fiddling with your nails as you think of a response.

"Dunno, Lover Boy, you've been subbed an awfully long time." You chuckle a bit, leaning a bit closer to your mic. "You're in her bed but I'm in her Twitch chat? Sounds an awful lot like you're S-I-M-Ping. Is this your way of flirting?"

"I mean, it's a bit odd." You say, leaning back. You pop your knuckle as you talk. "But also sweet. You've impressed me, Lover Boy."

Chat is loving the banter and especially the nickname. It's definitely a new way to stream, one you're not at all used to, but it's so easy to roll off of Wilbur. Usually, you're just talking to chat, switching topics as messages come but now it's just you and Wilbur. You can almost forget chat is even there as you sort through for Wilbur's responses.

"Oh! I have to go soon chat, Wilbur." You tap your nails against your desk softly. Humming his songs loudly, you end stream with promises to continue conversations the next day. "See you soon Lover Boy~!"

You cackle as chat breaks down once again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur Soot (@) WilburSoot

E-boys are ruining my life

         TommyInnit (@)TommyInnit

          Simp

                   Tubbo (@) Tubbo

                    Simp

                            Philza (@) Ph1lzA 

                            Simp

                            +11 OTHER REPLIES

        Tall ppl step on me  (@) Y/U/N

        If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask <3

{《☆》}

You take a long sip from your coke, swiping texts from your brother who was trying to convince you to join one of his TikToks so he could impress a pair of twins who were apparently fans of yours. You ended stream twenty minutes ago but the time seemed to dredge on slowly without Wilbur.

You hum along to another one of Wilbur's songs under your breath. You haven't listened to all of them, though you did have a particular fondness for his YCGMA Album. Candi peeked their head through the door as you were humming. "YN!"

He bounced over, all bubbly energy and caffeine addiction coursing through their veins. "I heard Wilbur Soot was in your chat! How'd you manage that?"

"Dunno mate," You shrug softly, all too used to her unintentionally aggressive wording. "I was just talking about that one time a hammock gave me a panic attack and humming a  bit and he just appeared."

Candi hums sympathetically, brushing some of their fluffy white hair out of their face. "At least now you can simp openly. Ha, simp."

"I called him pretty once." You frown.

"Three times," he corrects. "And on an even better note, Wilbur likes you too! Of course, you were his gay awakening." Candi frowned thoughtfully. "bi awakening?"

"Rude to speculate sexualities," You remind them, standing up with your now empty coke can. "And either way, pretty sure it was a bit."

Candi sighs, thoroughly smitten. "He's dead fit though."

You make a vague noise of agreement, tossing your can in the trash. Your phone buzzes again so you tossed it on your bed, "So, where are we going again?"

Candi started grinning, her hair suddenly reminding you of a mad scientist as she rubbed their hands together. You were a bit disappointed she hadn't started laughing maniacally as thunder rumbled in the background. "It's a surprise, on a need-to-know basis if you will."

"Oh whatever," You playfully scoff. "Let me change and we can go."

Candi nods, humming a soft tune. "I'll feed Kermit before we go." And out they go with a bounce in their step.

{《☆》}

Unsurprisingly, Candi takes you to a sweets cafe. She was notorious in your friend group for always knowing the best cafes. Although that was where his luck ended, she probably had the worst tastes in restaurants, even beating Sam.

"Aren't the seats the comfiest?" They sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"This place is pretty nice." You nod along, pulling your beanie back down a bit. "A tad bit expensive though, innit?"

"I suppose but were good off, enough to splurge a bit." He gives a pointed look at your admittedly expensive Samsung. Those extra hundreds of dollars were worth it though, you had so much storage.

"You're right," You sighed good-naturedly. Then a frankly genius idea hit you. "We could find a way to eat here and cover the cost."

"What-?" The notion hit Candi at the same time. He grinned sharply. "Tiktok?"

You nodded resolutely. "Tiktok."

"And," You added. "We could show off our outfits."

Candi was positively gleeful. "Clout and candy!"

You pulled out your phone and in a quick 15second video showed off the cute cafe and your nice outfits. As views started wracking up, your (F/S) and Candi's milkshake were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," You smiled at the waiter. They smiled back, a cloud of scattered pink dust over their tan face. Maybe another day you would've flirted with them, but damned Wilbur Soot was on your mind.

Think of the devil and he shall tweet

Wilbur Soot (@)Wilbursoot

Replying to (@) Y/U/N

   If you're offering I wouldn't be opposed

Oh, that man will be the death of you. Before you could respond, you get another two notifications from him. A TikTok comment and... a request to message you on Twitter.

46.9k Comments

(@)ogwilbursoot          Following

       Y/N looking fine ngl       36.9k♡

        ^ 129 comments ^

You bite your lip, trying to not show how flustered you were. Unluckily, Candi knew you too well.

"Ooh~ you texting a boy?" Candi giggles. "Although when do you ever go out without me to meet them?"

"As if you're any better."

She nods, "True, too true."

"But— are you texting a boy?" Candi drags out the 'but' on for longer than needed. She made grabby hands for your phone. "C'mon, show your sweetness."

"No, Candi—! I will literally kill you—!" You shriek as they drag their fingers down your side. Uncontrollably, your phone clatters to the floor as you gasp for breath. He swipes it quickly, her eyes widening at the comment.

"See! I was right!" She claps her hands together, your phone on the table, forgotten. You quickly swipe it back. He giggles loudly. It feels like every turns to you. "He's totally into you!"

"Candi." You hiss, a deep sense of shame and embarrassment growing as did your horror. It felt like everyone was watching you. You could hear dissimilar laughter in your ears. As if you were a child again, crying in the playground as bullies made fun of the stupid gay transfer. Against your will, tears prickled the edges of your eyes.

You stand with a difficult deep breath. "I'm going back to the flat."

"Wait, Y/N—," Candi stood too, a growing regret in their eyes. "I didn't... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say before walking out of the cafe. Your phone dings again and all it brings is bile.

{《☆》}

Your moping in bed isn't helping. The sickness clogging your throat isn't going away after watching 2 seasons of The Office.

You get a youtube message of some random video you don't care to watch. As you go to swipe it, you open all your notifications and suddenly you're faced with Wilbur's notifications. It makes your stomach turn with an unknowable emotion.

Hey Y/N

BLOCK OR REPORT

DELETE

ACCEPT

After a second of hesitation, you click accept. You don't know what to say though so you just send a "hey" back.

You:

Hey

Thanks for all the compliments btw

they made my day

im glad!

i did mean all of them

you're like insanely pretty :)

You're making me blush

A cute boy who happens to make music? 

middle school me would be sobbing ngl

you think im cute?

Well uh

Maybe

Oh.

:)

i think ur cute 2

I could tell but hearing you say it is sweet

would you maybe want to talk a bit?

Maybe a date?

Oh :>

Yes, I would love to!

okay then

i should probably go to bed but uh

sweet dreams ♡

You too, Lover Boy

♡

You grin at your phone, Wilbur compliments you once and suddenly your heart is aflutter. pressing your hands to your face, you try to shake off the heat. You can't tell if your face is red/your face can't turn red but the warmth is a bearable torture.

You glance at your door, suddenly aware of your roommate again. You haven't spoken, scared she'd suddenly decided she hated you. But things have been going well for you so...

Your door creaked open unsettlingly loud. Slowly, you crept outside. Your living room was empty, but blankets were spread over the couch so you knew he was close.

You wandered to the kitchen, looking for Candi before you wandered to the fridge. Your (F/S) was sitting there, hardly touched. Candi must've brought it back...

'Y/N?" Candi called out hesitantly. Your best friend looked exhausted, small bags under her eyes as she stood at the doorway in oversized Star Wars merch you bought her for her birthday. "You're here."

You hadn't even heard him walk in, or even a door open. They threw themselves at you, clutching your sweater tightly as they shake horribly. "Are you okay? I—I've been so worried and I'm so, so sorry!"

"Candi..." You sniff loudly as Candi holds you tighter. Her presence comforts you just by being with you. It makes you feel dumb for avoiding him. "It's okay. You didn't mean to."

"I still made you cry. I hurt you, Y/N." Candi pulls back, still close to you but enough so that she can wipe her tears. You know how much Candi hates hurting people, unspoken trauma led her to a gentle disposition even if her wording lacked much to be desired. "I'm so, so sorry for hurting you, sweetpea."

The nickname was sugary sweet, it usually made you fake groan especially since you had a naturally emo style as a teen when you met her and hated it just as much. But now it just warmed your heart.

Candi was like family to you and as she pulled you into another hug, you were glad she was who she was. Candi was a part of you, a piece of your heart. Without her, you'd probably have gone back to your hometown after university and been stuck there forever.

"Wanna watch The Office?" You ask in lieu of more soft, mushy, emotions.

"Of course I would, sweetpea."

{《☆》}

Tall ppl step on me (@) Y/U/N

TFW a tall person actually offers to step on you... (@) WilburSoot <333

{《☆》}

[I wrote this all out by hand... I hate myself and also I'm prepared to fight God.]

[I recently rewrote the entire outline for Distance and I realized that the only thing that can stop me is God or my own willpower and I ran out of coffee a week ago. Time to get rid of God once and for all.]

[My Dream Merch is really comfy and i got a lotta compliments. The 25 mil merch is pretty pog tho so :p]

[EDIT: I FORGOT THE TAGS ATSIGSHGAKF]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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April Fools 🖤

Description: April Fools with MCYT's

Dream, Tommy, Grian, and Wilbur

Dream

This mean little teletubby is absoloutely spending/doing whatever he needs to ruin your day (in a totally fixable and not cruel way).

He's the type to put a bucket of water on your door and record you being soaked

He'll also put salt

All over your food

Like enough salt to fill an ocean (not really but it's a lot of salt)

He'll definitely be a good sport if you decide to prank him back but if you dont

He'll feel a tad bad and spend the next week spoiling you to make up for it

Tommy

Okay so

Tommy doesn't really strike me as an all out pranker unless it's in like minecraft

He might do some stupid shit like the salt thing or maybe hiding your things

All really easy things that don't take much time

And he'll tell you where everything is if you don't find it by dinner

He'd definitely play up any reaction to a prank but it'd all just be show and he won't actually stab you with his "many many knives"

Grian

Okay so Grian would love to prank you either in person or minecraft

All small things and he'd help fix any damage he caused cause he's nice

He's also going to rope you into pranking someone with him

Probably scar

And Mumbo

If you prank him, he'd be absoloutely delighted. He's better than a good sport about it, he wants to learn how you did it and spend a while laughing with you about it.

He'll be back to normal the next day but let it be known he took notes

Next April Fools will be chaos

Wilbur

Wilburs the weird type of pranker

He won't do conventional pranks

Like you may not even be aware he's pranking you until you spot him laughing maniaclly

He'd put all your furniture like an inch to the left and laugh when you bump into it

And hide my little ponies toys around your room

You didn't notice until Twilight Sparkles horn stabbed your butt when you sat on your bed

He won't explain where he got them or why

You think he's a bronie and now he's the one suffering

K1NG LOOK AT THIS :D

LARX BRO THAT IS SO COOL

MY NAME GOT ALL THE PRETTY COLOURS :DDDD

I gotcha k1ng

My new favourite person the rest of you can screw yourselves /j

I'm reblogging cuz i did not spend forever writing this for it to get 40 notes

Thanks to everyone who actually did read it ily all mwah (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Wildest Wills 💜

[He/him pronouns]

[3600+ words]

Description: You and your sister Cairo are on your way to the Antartic Empire to stay with family. There is some trouble along the way. (Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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{《☆》}

"Cairo," you call, throwing a stick into the slowly growing fire. "It's getting late, kid."

Your sister's tent remains closed though, quiet even when she'd usually be complaining loudly about spending another night in the woods. You stretched quietly, almost letting it go if not for something in your head nagging at you.

"Hey, kid? You asleep already?" You glanced back at the fire, where you should be keeping watch as she slept. Stepping over a log you pushed aside a flap of the tent. Xyr bedroll was empty, xry covers still neatly set up and practically untouched.

"Well, shit..."

{《☆》}

Wiggling xyr fingers awkwardly, she tried to pull xry hand out of the tight knots. Xry socks scrapped against the floor as she hung, they were undoubtedly ripped which she was slightly upset about, they were xyr favourite pair. Cairo knew with hindsight that leaving xyr brother behind was the worst decision she could've made.

Huffing, she stopped for a moment to breathe. It was so stupid. All she wanted was to have a little fun and maybe steal a few gold coins off of them and they kidnap xem. Xyr pouch was tucked into one of the backpacks in front of xyr, so they were the real thieves. There were at least 4 copper coins that they were taking and not to mention the ugly one pocketing xyr dagger!

She was so going to tell her brother one of them hit on xyr. They are so going to regret kidnapping xyr. 

When she finally managed to pull xyr thumb out, one of xem kidnappers came out of the tent they had been talking in. She puffed xyrs chest out and glared, xyr heart beating as they walked over anyway.

"So, we've decided to kill you!" They clap their hands together enthusiastically, a wide grin on their face before they burst out laughing. "No, we're not. But you should've seen the look on your face! Hilarious. Anyway, we're going to keep you! Or Stevie'll keep you, she was adamant on not letting you die or selling you so this is the next best thing! You should thank her!"

"What?" She said, head spinning. They laughed again, less insane this time, and turned to leave. "Wait! What-? You can't-"

"We can, we are." They shrugged and ducked to get back in the tent.  She glared at the offending green, gritting xyr teeth as it stayed upright.

Looking up, she stood as tall as she could and started yanking xyr hand out. Dirt got in xyr socks as she managed to get a free hand. Pulling at the rope with xyr hand was so much easier than xyrs earlier nonsensical wiggling and she pulled it out quickly. Glancing back at the tent, she riffled through the bags and pulled out both xyr pouch and a pretty pink pouch and started running. 

She started off north, both pouches wound tightly closed and packed into xyr waistband. Cairo didn't even know if xyr brother was in that direction and ran with blind hope.

{《☆》}

You pressed your sword into the healer's neck, casting a critical eye around the campsite. The group of freelance mercenaries was beaten and forced on their knees. "Where is my sister?"

The tallest one laughed nervously, their eyes, violet eyes, darting around the camp and settling on a set of ropes before darting back to you quickly. They didn't have xyr then, but they had. The healer, who was crying pitifully, blurted out an answer. "We sold her."

"You're lying to me," you growled. "Now tell the actual truth or I'll chop your head off."

"I'm sorry." They gasped, breathless as they trembled. "She ran off. I don't know what way. Please don't kill me."

You dropped her to the ground and kicked her as a warning. They were useless to you now if she had already gotten out. If you were a stronger man, maybe you'd have killed them for it, but you weren't a killer yet and you didn't want them to be the first blood on your hands.

Wrapping your own rope around their wrists, you pulled them just a bit too tight. You may not kill them but they still took your sister.  

Hands wound tightly around your necklace, you followed your sister's trail with swift feet. Xyr movements were jerky and panicked, wrapping around a tree twice before they ducked into a low hanging canopy and started straight forward for what seemed like miles.

Cairo was a fast little gremlin when she wanted to be and it showed by how far you had to walk. But slowly it seemed your compass was honing in xyr position as it swivelled a bit to the left.

Rushing forward, you walked into another campsite with your sword drawn. You could see your sister's back to you, arguing with a masked fellow. "My brother is going to come for me, I don't need your help."

"It could take hours for him to navigate these woods." They stressed, their hand nowhere near their sword at their hip which meant you could knock him out and take Cairo without a struggle. "How would he even know where..."

A sword was pointed at your back, making you straighten up and pivot forward as the unknown swordsman swung too slowly. Keeping the momentum you dashed towards your sister and came sword to sword with the masked man in a hideous lime green cloak. Their mask was more menacing face to face, porcelain that shone like glass with the tiniest cracks and you could see the briefest glance of his tan skin. 

Cairo ducked out of the way, tucked close to you like a little baby bear to their mama. You dodged the dark-haired swordsman with a twirl, making sure to keep xem near you at all times. The masked man managed to get a lucky blow, cutting through your shirt right below where your compass hung around your neck. 

Gritting your teeth, you managed to knock the dark-haired swordsman to their knees and before the masked one could stab you through your kidney you wrapped your arm around the weakened man's neck and pulled them between you two.

"Try anything and I kill him." You threatened. Cairo hesitantly stepped behind you, glancing between all of you. The other's face was impossible to read with a mask on, but their knuckles went white before they dropped their sword.

"Don't you dare." They hissed. 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you took a quick glance back at Cairo. Unluckily for you, your captive grew a pair and elbowed you. Gasping, you kicked out wildly as you started falling backwards. Someone cursed and you took vindictive pleasure in causing them pain before Mask pointed their sword at your neck.

"Stop! Y/N-" Cairo stepped forward but you glared at xem. You glanced between xem and the forest and she obviously caught on. She didn't move though, still in the same place with the one you had previously held captive moving behind her.

Mask put their foot on your stomach and pressed a little too hard, making you gasp for breath. Glaring up at them, you let your grip on your sword go lax and waited.

"Don't ever threaten Sapnap again." His voice was venomous, still laboured with his effort to keep you down. They pressed down harder. "Or it'll be the last thing you do."

Baring your teeth, you heard something snap in the distance. Mask looked over quickly and you forced yourself to roll away. Mask stumbled heavily as 'Sapnap' stepped in front of your sister and towards you. 

"Stop fighting them!" Cairo shrieked desperately, panicked as Dream picked himself up faster than you expected.

"I promised..." You gasped for breath. "That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise."

"They aren't hurting me! They helped me!" She yells. When you pause, Mask manages to knock you down again and this time he doesn't go lax. Sapnap looks back at xem and his brows furrow. 

"Wait... is this the brother you were talking about?"

"Yes!"

Mask doesn't look away so you don't either. It's a particularly aggressive staring contest, but the fighting is more comfortable than the other stares people give you. Xyr huffs, moving past Sapnap and standing right by your side. "Dream, if you kick my brother again I will curse you."

'Dream' stared you down as he got off you, sword tightly held in his hands. You took a quick breath in and slowly got up, never taking your eyes off of him either. You weren't planning on losing this fight.

One of the voices in your head, the ones you usually try to suppress with varying success, pipes up with a teasing quip. "I really want those hands wrapped around my neck instead of his sword"

Grimacing, it still didn't break you.

"his hands but make it a necklace," another agreed.

"i want those thighs to... anyway"

"/rainbowchat"

"okay but that mask is kinda... ya knowww"

"bonk horny jail for all of you"

You couldn't help but look away. Your voices were making things take a very uncomfortable turn. Coming from the forest, two other men walked out and finally Dream looked away.

Cairo pressed close to you and instantly the voices went back to fussing over xem. You wrapped an arm around xem even though your arm was as sore as the rest of you. Goggles and Hoodie, as you dubbed them mentally, were glancing over at you a lot. Dream and Sapnap were probably telling them all about how you got your ass handed to you.

"Are you hurt?" You whisper asked. Cairo shook xyr head, wiggling xyr fingers in a so-so motion.

"Bad, the hoodie guy, gave me some balm for my feet and helped me wash off my rope burns." She whispered back and then gestured down to the new pair of sandals that were obviously too big for xyr feet. Then, in a meeker voice, she said, "I'm sorry for sneaking out."

You shake your head softly, adrenaline already draining. "Right now I'm just glad you're okay." Then, in the same voice your Dad used to speak with, you added. "We will be discussing your punishment later."

She pouted, already aware that she was losing xyr free-range privilege. Now you were going back to the days of kiddy leashes like when she was 8 and in an even worse rebellious phase. At least back than it was easier to pick xem up.

"Hello!" Hoodie, Bad technically but that was a weird name so you weren't calling him that, bounced over to you with a diplomatic smile. "So you're Cairo's brother?"

You nod slowly, you felt awkward standing there without your sword and virtually defenceless against four armed men. "I came here 'cause she was missing."

"Yeah, we found her looking for you after some people took her I suppose," Goggles added. You appreciated the fact that he didn't look you in the face, it was more than amusing especially since it happened so often.

With a mean grin, you said, "I already took care of them. They'll be hogtied in these woods until some bear comes and takes pity on them."

Cairo grins up at you, brushing xyr hair back and mimicking a crazy sign. "Those wackos were a special kind of crazy. Wouldn't be surprised if the bears ran from them."

Despite yourself, you chuckled at your sister's quips. Dream glanced over at you, like he was in disbelief you could perform the most menial task of laughing. The voices whispered in your head, their own, more flirty, or in some cases violent, quips.

You shrugged at him. Bad clapped his hands together, his face a bit off-put but understanding. "Well I know you two probably want to head back home and all but it is getting late. You two can stay here for the night if you want." Then he added on. "And since there are more of us it'd be safer too!"

You looked over at your sister. You didn't particularly like anyone there but Cairo was... well not in the best shape despite the act she put up. Xyr feet were still all bloody and probably a bit torn, xyr clothes in a mess of a state. She'd end up with hypothermia if she tried to go back at night, especially when it hits an all-time low.

"Yeah, I think we should." You finally say. Bad nods along with a pleasing smile, obviously already having your train of thought.

Goggles fixed his, well, goggles, pushing them up with a finger before taking them off altogether to put them back on. "Well, we should probably set up our extra tent then. If you can't tell, we weren't exactly planning to find a pair of homeless strangers in the wood."

"We aren't homeless," You instantly protest, despite the fact that it's technically true.

Goggles gives you an unimpressed look over and your voices instantly choose a new target to simp over until Dream grabs their attention again by scoffing. Although to be fair, in your slightly biased opinion, Goggles was better looking than Dream.

"Well, either way," They gesture to their camp. "We weren't prepared for visitors so we'll need a few minutes to find and set up your tent." He brushed some long pieces of hair behind his ear, giving a quick but pretty smile.

"That's fine. Thank you," You were mentally adding Goggles to the short list of people you'd let the voices simp over. After all, you did have a slight weakness for pretty boys and the voices would simp over just anyone if you didn't give them some fuel, case in point: Dream.

The masked individual was standing tense in front of you, his stare heavy. Dream's hands were tight on his sword, situating himself in front of Sapnap protectively. It was a silent threat to move away, daring you to fight him too,  but he cared more about keeping you away from Sapnap than fighting. How soft of him.

Cairo tugged on your sleeve, reminding you of your own protective streak. Glancing up, you gave a hardly noticeable dip of your head and turned away with your sister still tucked in your side. Who knows if Dream reacted to your silent truce or if he even realized you understood his anger. It didn't matter to you though, you were already helping Goggles (who introduced himself as George) finish the tent.

{《☆》}

Cairo knocked out on xyrs rolled out sleeping bag, tucked in snugly because the voices were extra over-protective of xyr injured state. She was thoroughly exhausted, dozing off seconds after she laid down.

You brushed some of xyrs hair back, gently tracing xyr hairline and cheek bone. You remembered when your Mama used to do this to you, humming a song to you in her native language as she gently traced a line from your nose up to your forehead. When the song came to a close, you'd always be asleep without fail. Mama never got to do that for Cairo, but you could.

Unexpectedly, your tent opens and Hoodie peeks in. "Oh, hi! Sorry to barge in but, uh–, we wanted to have a little group discussion about..."

"Us."

Bad nods, his cheeks flushed with an odd off-white blush. "We'll be around the campfire waiting!"

You glance back at Cairo, hesitating briefly. Chat was vehemently protesting leaving her alone but... you trusted xem. She wouldn't do it again and she knew to run if these men turned out corrupt. Picking up your sword, you awkwardly half crawled half squatted out.

Dream, Sapnap, and George were talking lowly. Quiet enough for you to not hear, unluckily enough.

Chat, however, seems to hear them just fine.

"Ouchie"

"Wow can't believe Dream would insult us like that"

"Smh just like every other yt boy"

"Heart been broke so many times..."

Well, that issue was slightly settled. As you walked over to them, a bit miffed at being insulted behind your back and tired, Hoodie noticed you.

"Hey–" They hesitated.

"It's Y/N." Glancing over at Dream and George, who were both giving you neutral looks. Surprisingly Sapnap was the only one grinning.

"Right." Hoodie coughed, wearing an awkward smile. "Well, please sit. I'm sure we can all have a nice and civil discussion."

Dream coughed, muttering to Sapnap.

"I will literally nuke him"

"If he says 1 more thing about my boy I will just start crying"

"Why do we even crush on yt men anymore we're too good for them"

Again, rude much.

You sat down right next to Bad, who you now had slightly more respect for, across from the Trio themselves. Sapnap gave you a polite smile and George was still the pinnical of neutral but Dream... that man was staring daggers at you. You could feel it.

"So, why was I called here again?" You are very aware you haven't asked yet, but the sentence structuring is better so you're ignoring it. For plot.

Sapnap leaned forward, completely unconcerned by how close he was to the fire. "Well first off, Dream wants an apology."

That was rather blunt, you tilt your head to the side to stare Dream directly in the eye and then back at Sapnap. The voices argue over whether or not Sapnap's toothy, boyish grin makes him simpable or not. Again, at least he's not Dream.

"The masked yt boy failed us we're sapnap stans now"

"Sapnap arson pog?"

"Is he yt? He looks yt"

"arson pog"

"ik dream is yt and evil and all but those arms tho..."

Fine, you would be the better and bigger person. "That's fair. Dream, Sapnap, I apologize for being wrong."

"Not for attacking them?" George asked, a brow raised coolly.

"I'm not sorry for defending Cairo. I didn't know who you were, I didn't care what happened to you." It was easy to explain, however rude and blunt it might sound. Your sister, to you, was of the highest priority. Her safety was number 1 to anything else. If you went back in time with the knowledge you have now, maybe you would've tried a different approach. Without that knowledge, however, you'd do it again in a heartbeat. "I am sorry that I was wrong. Sapnap and Dream weren't harming her, so I apologized."

George gives you a slow look before shrugging. "Good enough."

"I accept the apology!" Sapnap chuckled good-naturedly. How he was so easy going was odd, but the voices cooed warmly so you let it go. "No permanent harm done, all is forgiven."

"I suppose I understand." Dream nodded, his voice short and clipped. It seemed your apology hadn't managed to thaw his entire, frozened neutral persona but at the very least it was a room temperature persona now.

"We'd all do anything for the ones we love," Bad agreed, an understanding in his voice. Chat liked him, you realized, and you respected him. An excellent combination not to be skewered. He was rounded off corners at the edge of a table, easy to brush off but able to thoroughly damage someone or a dull pencil point that you accidentally dig into your finger. Innocent at first, harmless at second glance, but truly he was a peaceful persona.

Accidents or anger, and the peacefulness would be a weapon. Peaceful does not mean harmless.

"Well, I'll be off. I've got to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow."

"Tommorow?" Bad crows back. He has a look on his face, well meaning and eager to take in strays, not wanting to let you go yet. Worried, in simplest terms. "I don't think Cairo will be fully healed by tomorrow. Especially not enough for a long walk."

"No, she won't. But I'm planning on carrying xem back to camp." You tilt your head back, glancing at the tent. Cairo should be in xyr bedroll, resting xyr feet. Hopefully. Logically, you knew she would. Emotionally you were anxious to get back to xem.

"You two are welcome to stay here until she's fully healed?" Bad leaned closer, a kind and helping hand. They shook their head a tiny bit, thinking to themselves. "I know the tent isn't the most comfortable but we could set up a better tent tomorrow?"

"Thank you, you are very kind," And it is a sweet thought. Your voices are cooing at the demon already. "But I'd rather be on the road sooner rather than later. Cairo and I are on a tight schedule."

"Where you heading?" Dream tilted his head, like a confused puppy.

"The Antarctic Empire. We have family there. I—," Briefly, you hesitate and glance back at Cairo's tent. "I think it'd do xem some good to be around family again."

Sapnap and Bad nod sympathetically, if not in slight pity. It's an irritating emotion but you've gotten used to it.

"We'll, we weren't planning on heading there but I'm sure a small detour is fine!" Bad glances over at the rest of his group. They shrug or nod and Bad grins. "It's not that far and we've been quite a few times before. We can help navigate around anywhere you might need."

"Anywhere," George says ominously, snickering with Sapnap.

"Maybe," Its all you can think to say. Your voices want to go with them, the load of simps. And logic says to stay away. Ultimately your decision would be left up to the ultimate tie breaker..

Cairo.

"I'm heading out for the night. Thanks again for the tent."

"No problem!" Bad waves you off.

The night is cool but not cold. The crickets are loud in a comfort white noise way. It's nice, the voices agree. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of you wants Cairo to agree.

{《☆》}

[Cairo's Pronouns: She/Herself/Xem/Xyr]

[Nope, this is my longest fic. Luckily this was written digitally and my hands are fine. I'm so bored rn might nap.]

[I am planning on connecting a few fics together for fun. This might be getting a part two with sbi as the main part. I do be liking my dreamteam relationship arc tho... that is what I was hinting at btw I just was in a dream Stan mood bcus of his song WHICH IS FIRE GO LISTEN]

[I don't have anything else to say so goodnight. OH WAIT, Karl post next fyi! Now I'm done.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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❤ Demon Dads

Requests by @unicornblood4ever and @creatorofstars on tumblr and (@) frostywolf1212 and (@)I_AmPoggers on Wattpad: ... "I love this idea way too much, A Part two would be very much loved." (Chose shortest request) Part 1

[2400+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: In the lovely demon kingdom of Ouphara, you and your twin flame cause some minor chaos with the humans he had brought with him. (Badboyhalo x Reader)

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{《☆》}

Anna walks up to you as you try gently cajoling Sapnap into eating more, something more culturally important to you. He had said that he enjoyed spices and your people knew nothing better than spices.

"(Y/N)" She says, walking up in front of you. Her dress trails slightly behind her, her wings tucked towards his back with a practised ignorance to it. "Who is this human?"

"I'm Sapnap," Your nestling says, brows furrowed with a slightly disturbed expression. It seems he didn't like her asking you instead of him. "This is my pater,"

"Hm?" Anna asks, lips pressed together thinly. It seems she wasn't expecting that answer. But it also seemed she didn't understand what he meant by 'pater'. "(Y/N) is your...?"

"He is Bad's child, they share their flames," You say excitedly, proudly putting your hand on his shoulder. Sapnap leans toward you, exhaling the anger from their chest slowly. "Which means he is my nestling as well."

"Oh!" Anna says, a surprised but gentle smile on her lips. Your sister hasn't met her twin flame yet, a fact that the council never failed to pick at. It's what made them so biased towards you, even if your sister was the rightful heir to the throne. But she wanted to meet her twin flame badly. As young growing flames, she had constantly promised she'd be like your parents and grow up to have a beautiful, strong flame. "It's lovely to meet you, young flame."

"Sapnap, this is my sister," You smile at him, glancing over at Bad who's slowly stepping closer. Sapnap blinks in surprise before he smiles too. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

"Anna," Bad nods to her as he step up into your side, sliding his fingers into yours. Sapnap steps closer to you again, relaxing into the warmth you provide almost without realizing. "It's been a while,"

"It has," Anna says with a slightly more rotten grin. They always had gotten along like a house on fire. You were left to play the cat abandoned in the house. "I'm expecting a good fight soon. One-on-one."

"You're on," He grins right back, just as sharp at the edges. You sigh, all to used to how heated they got in their arguments. Never violent though, not without something to prompt it. Sapnap is now fully leaning his head on your arm. Honestly, humans are so very tiny. it was kinda adorable. "I'm looking froward to beating you."

"You can try," She says, brushing some hair back. As she finishes her words, someone comes up to wisk her off for a private talk. it was nice talking to her for however short, usually her responsibilities to the party kept her busy the entire night and you were left to talk up whoever was left.

"What now?" Sapnap asks, fiddling with a part of your wing. You tuck him into it a bit more, looking around for the humans you had met. They were scattered around the room, the youngest ones picking at the food presented on the tables. Dream and George were talking to one of the lesser Nephilim, Wilbur and the two people he dragged with him chatting up many different people.

"Well, we will be meeting Anna after this dinner ends, but until then we can have something other than a snack," You try convincing Sapnap to eat, remembering Bad telling you he hadn't eaten. He wrinkles his nose a bit but shrugs, pulling himself away slowly.

You offer to carry him to help him find food easier but he instantly argues that you were too tall and should shrink. Albeit reluctantly, you do. Bad joins you and the two of you are relatively human-sized now, though you still manage to be taller than both of them. You keep your wings stretched over Sapnap, resting your head on Bad's shoulder as you simply watch your nestling.

"He's truly ours, isn't he," You murmur softly, smiling as Sapnap tries shoving a fork full of food in his mouth before gagging. "I'm kind of amazed."

"He looks stupid," Bad laughs softly, softening as he looks at the coughing mess of a human. "But he is our kid. Ours."

"Salyrn would be freezing if she were here right now," You chew the inside of your mouth as you remember your growing flame days. Salyrn had been a very religious demon, one of the people still following the old gods, and she had the impression your relationship was cursed. Unluckily she had met a few flames like her and your school days were history. "I think I'd kill her if she tried anything to our flame."

"So would I, for any of them," Bad casts a look at every human that he had come with. Part of you understand, a small part of you is already attached to the odd group of humans. The other part is even worse, torn between being possessive over them and being angry, knowing they were what kept Bad from you for so long. But it melts away, you have eternity together.

You turn to Bad, knocking your heads together softly. He smiles but pushes your face away with a small off-white blush.

"I'm very lucky to have you" You remind him softly. He smiles and places a gentle kiss on your nose. You reach up to squeeze his nose between your fingers, booping it softly after.

"Really, while I'm eating!" Sapnap groans, pointing his fork right at the two of you. "No lovey-dovey stuff while food is present."

"Aww, sappy's feeling neglected," Bad teases, pulling Sapnap's chair closer to wrap an arm around his shoulder and tug him close. Your nestling grumbles, the fork abandoned on his plate as he rest his cheek against Bad's shoulder. You reach over to brush hair out of his face, purring softly as he melts into your hands.

"I hate both of you," he grumbles, fixing himself to get more comfortable. "I'm going to leave."

"Sure," You coo, brushing back their hair. You share a knowing smile with Bad, heart-melting as the human hums in appreciation. You've never really liked humans but Sapnap is your nestling and he's so tiny and sweet! "But if you opened your eyes first, that'd be more convincing."

His eyes snap open and he glares at you half-heartedly. Bad stifles his giggles into Sapnap's hair, glancing up at you and breaking out into another spree of giggles. Sapnap reaches up to wack Bad away, pulling away with a scowl. "I'm going to tell Dream you're bullying me."

"Sure, pandas," Bad rolled his eyes, smiling softly as Sapnap stretched and walked off. You leaned into him, feeling just as sappy. His eyes glance down at you and he presses his cheek to your shoulder before he sat up straighter. "We should eat a bit before it gets too late. I know we didn't have many snacks so our dinner shouldn't be too ruined."

"I suppose," You pull away, fixing your plate to be straightened up on the table. Instantly, with just a thought, your food appears. Magic has its privilege and that is instant-dream food.

{《☆》}

"It's been a while since we last fought," Anna calls loudly, her sword twisted in her grip. It's a sleek blade of gold, thought lightly enchanted since this is an honourable duel. You've recently been in the development of layering gold with spare netherite, testing to see if the metal has any use besides construction material. You've heard tales from the humans world that netherite over diamond weapons can create a weapon stronger than anything created before. Your sister is supposed to get the first successful weapon, and you the second.

"I've missed beating you to the ground," Bad says, twisting his shoulder with a wicked grin. He always gets so competitive with sword fighting, especially against Anna. In his own claws, a glittering gold sword carved with runes more for ornamental use than fighting, but multi-purposeful all the same,

She scoffs, circling the grounds around him. "If I recall correctly, I'm currently beating you."

"Barely, you had to have (Y/N) distract me last time." He rolls his eyes and then he lunges. With skilled ease, a graceful leap, they move almost in sync. Anna twists to dodge him, pushing his sword away with a strong jab. He twirls back and dodges her sword in a split second and you gasp with delight.

"Whoo! Go Dad!" Sapnap cheers beside you. The humans and a few other stragglers are on the side lines, watching and occasionally cheering. Your kind aren't the biggest on violent entertainment but on an annual festival, your sister always fights. She is skilled with the blade, more so than she is with magic, and her skill is spoken of with unsupressed compliments, a common spoken legend. You've gotten used to it, living with her competitiveness for years has desensitized you to it.

The humans however...

"Oh shit!" Tommy screams with a wide grin. He tugs on Tubbo's arm. "Did you see that!"

You laugh at them, not bothering to smother it. Ranboo's tail curls up around your arm as he cheers for Bad. You smooth out part if his shoulder as you pat his shoulder.

Technoblade, Phil, and Wilbur all sit together on the stands, casually narrating their own thoughts to one another. A few times Technoblade leaned forward, met Bad's eye and shivered. It was adorable how scared they could be of someone so tiny.

"So close," Your sister grit out, taunting tilt, she took in a deep breath as they jumped away from one another. "I almost had you down."

"Not close enough," Bad says with amusement bleeding into his words, adrenaline keeping his on his toes. "In fact,"

He heaves as he swings and his sword slams into Anna's side. She goes flying back, skidding and holding herself up with her hand. It's easy for Bad to disarm her as she focuses on jumping back and standing in a safer position.

She cracks her knuckles, fixing her jaw straight in determination. "Now you're fighting." She leaps forward and tries to grapple the sword out of his hands.

Bad obviously has the upper hands with his sword still firmly in his hands but quickly the sword flickers with his flame, blue and bright spreading across the edges. The runes shine a bright purple and Anna is blasted back with a burst of his flames.

The spell is strong enough that wisps of them push up against your arm, harmless to you and Sapnap but it brings a sinking realization that none of the humans behind you share the same benefit.

Your flames, glowing white and fluxating, burst from your arms and cause a massive divide between the flames and the bystanders. You wait for a second before pulling it back. Sapnap's bandana is smoking at the edges, smoke that tickles at him and makes him giggle.

"Whoops," Bad says, flames instantly dying as soon as they appeared. Anna stands with a crack of her tail, stretching her wings before walking up to Bad.

"Nice sword but I'm still going to beat you next time," Anna crosses her arms, determination as solid as netherite blocks. "It was smart not letting your cards show until then, you had me disarmed and rushing you. I respect it."

"I think you had the right idea, I wasn't entirely expecting you to rush me. I had to think fast but if I hadn't," Bad shrugs gesturing to the scorch marks on the quartz. "I'm sure the same would've been done to me."

Anna nods and then she heads towards a bench, ready to sit and calm down a bit. Bad heads toward you, face flushed with exhaustion.

"Your sister is too strong," Bad says, slumping and pressing into your shoulder. You laugh, reaching up to pet his hair softly.

Ranboo's tail whips behind him cautiously, all of the humans oddly quiet after almost being hit by Bad's magic. "Does that... Is that your magic?"

"My flames?" You ask, briefly stopping your head pats to show Ranboo a miniature version of your flames, pure white that runs in your family, though more diluted in your sister. Typically, outside of a physical display of power and/or a skirmish, flames were meant to stay between families. Of course that was slightly true for your ideals as well but Tommy looked so in awe of it that you couldn't help but let it curl in his palm.

"It's warm," he mutters softly, sounding like a nestling with a skeleton cat.

"My turn!" Tubbo says excitedly, hand clasping around your flame. It fizzles away immediately and Tubbo frowns, turning to you. "Aw man,"

"Here you go, Tubbo." You coo softly, watching as he perks up instantly. Much more delicately he cups the flame, raising it to his face and bringing it close.

"It is warm," he says, tilting his head. "But it doesn't burn."

Bad laughs, head nestled under yours. "Most flames don't burn if the wielder allows it to. But it requires more concentration with non-flames than it does with ⎓ᔑᒲ╎ꖎ||."

"What happens if I touch it," Sapnap asks, peeking around you. He steps closer to Tubbo, making threatening grabby hands. "Gimme!"

Tubbo peels away, futile in an attempt to escape. Much quicker than him, Sapnap catches up to him and snatches the flame quickly. Unlike earlier, the flame stays strong and actually grows along his skin, flickering with playfulness.

"That tickles," Sapnap laughs, he then jogs over to Dream and gestures for him to grab some of the flame along his arms. He does, passing it between hands like it's some sort of ball. George pokes at Sapnap arm but doesn't grab any.

You look at Bad, smiling when you realize he's already looking at you too. "╎ ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ ||𝙹⚍."

Bad tucks his face into your neck to hide his smile, though he mumbles the words back.

As Tommy starts pestering Anna for swordsmanship lessons and Phil is trying to stop Technoblade from stealing your weaponry, you feel happy. This feels like home, as unconventional as it may sound, being surrounded by people. Being next to your twin flame.

Bad links his fingers through yours, lifting them to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. Again, he repeats the words. "I love you."

"I love you too, little flame," You grin, leaning down to knock horns.

{《☆》}

[Bro not even joking finals have me so stressed ahfkhakd they are two weeks awayyy]

[Okay I'm done. Anyway I really want to get into dm'ing for a dnd session just to see if I'm any good and idk currently trying to overcome the anxiety to ask my discord friends and also voice anxiety agfkha anywho byeee]

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Masterlist

Taglist: @creatorofstars

are you able to write a platonic x reader with the cc's comforting reader?

Hi I got another ask just like this, anon, so I combined the two and it will be posted in like 5 minutes (its fairly short though!). The cc's chosen were Niki, Tommy, Wilbur, and Dream but if you'd like other cc's, you can always put in another ask!

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thanks for the tag!!!

I am racoon boy :D @actuallycoolk @creatorofstars and anyone who wants to join!!!

wanted to make a picrew chain !! cause m bored - so here's the link to it -> here

please join me !!

this is mine ! its gender inclusive , skin colour inclusive and has some dream smp stuff for backgrounds too and it's just super cool !

tagging some friends so it goes around ! you van join in if i didnt tag you !!

@gray-moon2 @blexmar @luvjoyed @rowanndoesntwrite @smolpotatotea @fairylight-system @balbulthrash @bunnyd0esl0ve @celestialking @lcvr-core @nightmarefox15