💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO

❤ Pet Shop

[Gender-Neutral]

[1100+ words]

Request by @/Lemonkofe on Wattpad: "reader goes to a pet shop cause they felt lonely ... and when the reader was looking at the cats or dogs you bumped into Karl Jacobs"

Description: You need to do something to get rid of the loneliness weighing you down. Luckily for you, a new pet shop seems to open a few streets down. [Karl Jacobs x gn!reader]

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You've always liked being alone. It's quiet in a tentative and vulnerable way, where the only person who can ruin that is you. It's nice being able to just be you, unabashedly and without shame. You damn near love being alone.

Being lonely, on the other hand, is an entirely other feeling that, contrary to popular belief, is separate from being alone. You can be alone and not feel lonely and you can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. Right now, you're both alone in your apartment and lonely.

You don't want to make any real plans right now though, because that requires pulling yourself together enough to be presentable. As it is you pull on a sweater and double check your pockets before heading out the door. Do you know where you're going? No, not really but you're sure you'll figure it out.

The sun is dipping in the sky, still right above the skyline and coloring the clouds a pretty shade of golden pink. The lamp posts haven't turned on yet so you still have enough time before any shops close, if you wanted to do some splurging on random things you'll use once and never again.

Luckily enough for your wallet though, you're eyes catch on a flyer for a pet shop that just opened. The adorably edited pictures of small puppies and sleepy-eyed kittens have your feet moving on their own toward the street it's supposed to be on.

The shop is a quaint little thing. It's painted in soothing shades of yellow and there are countless animal pun posters along the walls, including one classic "just hanging out" poster with a cat hanging off a wire. The door opens with a loud jingle and again, you're feet move on their own. It's fine to wander though because there doesn't seem to be many people still there.

You kneel down next to a pen of three cute shitzu puppies with your hand dangling inbetween the holes. You wait patiently as one after the other they sniff your hand, one walking away after and the other two licking at your palm. You laugh quietly, cooing at their adorable little faces. You look around for a sign saying you can't enter the pen and don't find one.

A bit nervous, because what if a worker pops out of nowhere to kick you out do not noticing a sign that hadn't been there a second ago, you slip into the pen and find yourself a lapful of puppy. You giggle and coo again, scratching gently around their ears and under their head.

"Aww, that's adorable," Someone suddenly says.

You startle, staring at the puppy wide eyed for a second, wildly hoping it had somehow suddenly learned to talk. Then, a second later, your eyes are drawn to the cutest boy you've ever seen.

He grins at you, showing off his dimes and fluffy brown hair and softer brown eyes and suddenly you're feeling flustered. "They're so affectionate!"

He enters the pen too and the other two puppies are sniffing at his legs, the one in your lap seemingly content there. He sits down around two feet away from you and looks over with a wide smile. "Do you know their names?"

"No, I just got here," You blink at him for a minute, still startled. The puppy in your lap doesn't like that though and he presses into your still floating hand and settles when you mechanically start petting him again. "They're shitzu's though, if you didn't know.

"I didn't, super cool that you do," They lift a puppy up to their face one handed, the other scratching the other puppies chin. "I'm naming you Sapnap."

"Sapnap?" You accidentally blurt out, confused. Instantly you look away, giving a very pleased puppy all your attention suddenly.

"It's my best friend's gamertag," They explain, still holding a smile when you look over. Then he seemingly flushes, giving you a shy grin. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Karl."

"Y/N," Is it dangerous to say your name to a total stranger, maybe. But Karl is cute and also looks totally non-threatening so you're banking on the fact that he won't steal your identity. And also maybe hoping you can get his number, but that'd besides the point. "I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Karl let's out a small laugh, nodding. "I moved last month to be closer to a few friends. I'm not sure how permanent it is but I like this place. It's quiet."

That's exactly why you moved here too. "Well welcome to the city, I guess. I promise it's not too boring, most days. Just on Tuesdays."

"There goes my Tuesday plans," He laughs before smiling at the puppy still in your lap. "You should name that one too."

"It probably already has a name," You continue to stare at it anyways before nodding to yourself. "Cupcake."

Karl giggles like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "Cupcake? Why cupcake?"

You shrug, "They feel like a Cupcake."

Karl nods along through his giggling. "Mhm, of course. I see it."

You can't help but laugh with him, spooking Cupcake enough that they go back to their bed. You hardly notice though because Karl is smiling at you near fondly and you can't stop noticing his dimples. When both of you quiet down, you're still staring at each other.

Sapnap the puppy is curled up in Karl's lap and yours is empty so you decided to be the one who moves closer. You're barely a foot away, staring helplessly at the prettiest boy in the world. Karl isn't really smiling anymore, eyes caught on your face, looking it over. Whatever he finds makes him smile again.

"I usually go for coffee on Saturdays," He mentions almost casually. A sly smirk crosses his face momentarily before he goes back to a casual look. "If you want to join me, I'd be cool with that."

"Like," You struggle for a second, feeling like a middle schooler getting asked out for the first time. "A date?"

Karl nods, "If you're up for that?"

"Yes," It's an instant response and you feel flustered by how eager it sounded. "I'd like that..."

"Me too," Karl fondly says, a little dopey grin on his face. Then Sapnap the puppy sneezes in his lap and he giggles. "If you want to get out of the pen I could give you my number?"

You nod and offer a hand to Karl after he fixes a sleeping Sapnap the puppy onto an empty bed.

When you go home, the street lamps are on and you're phone has an extra number on it.

{《☆》}

[I actually wrote this 3 days ago but forgot to post lmao]

[So I'm trying to focus more on writing now that I have more free time but things are kind of going to shit around me so I guess we'll see. Anyways I hope that your life is going better and if it isn't, good luck. We need it. Take care of yourself, take time to do things you enjoy, hydrate, and spend time with friends! Love ya!]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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Hello!! I was curious to know if you were planning on creating a part two to wildest wills?? It’s an awesome fic and I’d love to see more with it!

I am planning on creating a part two! It's currently what I'm working on but I do have a bit of a request list piling up so I'm going to list the order for anyone curious.

1. Pt2 to Wildest Wills

2. Karl x MReader

3. Pt2 to Bloody Lovers

4. Pt3 (final part) to King Eret x Soldier Reader

5. Pt2 to Sweet Summer Suns

6. George x M!Reader

7. Pt2 to Little Rebel Prince

Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.

And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.

"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.

"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.

You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."

He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.

"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"

Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.

Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.

"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."

Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.

{《☆》}

"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."

You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.

Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."

Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.

As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.

It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"

"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.

Until he started killing again.

Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.

Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."

You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.

Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.

"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."

They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.

His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.

The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.

{《☆》}

[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}

[L0v3, K1ng]

❤ Travel Pack

Request by @blynxism: “woaaohhh :O wtf bad is so cute 😭 literally everything you do is awesome. wouldnt mind if i had to wait for a part 2” Part 1

[3300+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You and Cairo decide to continue traveling with the muffinteers. But you never expected to be so soft for them. (Romantic Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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You had woken up bright and early, still hovering around until Cairo had woken up, stretching xyr arms and hitting the tents walls. She started crawling to leave the tent, hair still fluffed up, messy with the signs of xyrs long rest.

You followed after her, doing a small stretch of your own. Tents like those were nice enough but they still left such a crick in the neck. Patting down some of xyrs hair for xyr, she batted your hand away before you both started walking towards Bad and George, who were poking at a fire.

"Good morning," She said mid-way through a yawn.

"Good morning!" Bad smiles widely, straightening his back and tilting his head up to smile at you too.

"Morning," You say back, taking a seat next to George who offers you a small smile but seems too tired to do anything more. Cairo takes the seat next to you, bodily leaning against you with xyr feet propped up on the trunk across from you.

"What's for breakfast," She asks.

Bad shrugs, looking at the food tucked neatly into one bag. "Probably eggs and some berries from the forest. Dream and Sap went foraging maybe 20 minutes ago? They should be back soon."

You gave him a nod as your sister combed down xyr hair with xyrs hand. Cairo blinked over at George, who blinked back. "You're pretty."

George shrugs, "I know."

Cairo nods, turning to talk to Bad. You look over at George, brow raised. The brunet smirks at you, rolling his eyes softly. "I get a lot of compliments. Although I haven't gotten one from you yet."

"Do you want me to tell you something you already know?" You lean closer, until your lips brush past his cheek and your breath heats up his ear. "Sounds likes someone's a little cocky."

When you pulled back, George's cheeks were tinged pink with a deep flush that spread all the way to his ears. You smiled and turned back towards Cairo, who was at Bad's side, poking at the eggs.

"Get away from those before you burn them," You say, nudging her with your foot, even if it was a bit of a stretch. Cairo scoffs, kicking you right back.

"I try doing something nice for you once," She pouts, turning to Bad to get him on xyr side. "I might've burned his tent down but I was trying to be nice for his birthday! It cancels out! Right?"

"Uhm," He looks between the two of you, obviously torn. Slowly, he looks over at George, who offers absoloutely no help, and back at you. Finally, relief bursts over his face. "Dream! Sapnap! You're back!"

"Yeah?" Dream stretched out, eyeing the demon curiously. He turned to George as he got closer, handing off a bag half-full of sweet berries. "Why do you sound so happy?"

"No reason, none at all!" Bad says with a rapid nod of his head. You snicker a bit, trying to hide a grin behind your hand. Cairo turns to you with the same grin, one that catches George's attention, who rolls his eyes with a smile. He turns back around, cheeks flushed. "I can hear you two."

"Whoops," You shrug, moving to make space for Cairo to sit. She takes the seat happily, a plate of eggs that she had definitely stolen from Bad's pan.

"Wha-!" Bad drops down into his seat by the campfire, pouting. "You're all a bunch of muffinheads."

"Muffinfucks," Sapnap mocks in a high-pitched voice.

"Language!" Bad gasps, snatching the bag of apples out of Sapnap's hand, swatting at his arm. Sapnap takes the seat across from you with a sweet smile, waving quickly before Dream sits down.

The voices are oddly quiet today, even as Dream offers you a polite good morning and his face lights up when Sapnap ropes him into talking over sword strategies. It's weird but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth, wrapping an arm around Cairo's shoulders as xyr takes the opportunity to make fun of George.

You pop a few sweet berries in your mouth and relax. You still have to ask Cairo about traveling with the group but something tells you xyr is going to agree.

{《☆》}

After you talked with Cairo and she gladly agreed to travel with the group, it's been interesting to say the least.

Traveling with the "Muffinteers" (their self appointed and very odd name) was nice. Not overly amazing. They managed to rope you into arguments every 5 minutes and Dream still got inbetween you and Sapnap whenever you talked. But it was definitely not your worse experience. It couldn't be that bad with Bad and you bonding over limited medical knowledge and when you teased the group with Cairo's help.

Your voices were a lot quieter around them, which you have yet to decide was good or bad, but they always did agree that the group was good for you. (Also that they were unfairly good looking, which you decidedly agreed with.)

It was almost depressing when you finally arrived at the Antartic Empire, Cairo on Bad's back and George at your side. Sapnap and Dream followed behind you both, carrying most of the luggage after you and George managed to sweet talk them enough. The look on Bad's face when you made a few shameless remarks to Sapnap was enough to make a god laugh.

You set up in a motel for one final night, fixing up the room you had gotten. There was a door connecting you to the Muffinteers room, one that was lockable from both sides (though you were close enough now that it didn't really matter to lock it). Cairo had knocked out on one bed instantly, leaving you on the other, staring at the ceiling in restless focus.

You got up, cringing at how cold the floor was but slowly starting toward the shared door anyway.

When you opened it you came face to face with Bad, who was seemingly just stood in front of the door, contemplating. "Bad?"

He jumped, barely registering that you had opened it. Too lost in thought, apparently. He cleared his throat softly, cheeks flushed an adorable pale white. "Y/N, I didn't know you were awake."

"Couldn't sleep. And you...?"

He clasped his hands together in front of him, hesitating. "I couldn't sleep either. I kinda got used to sleeping near you muffinheads."

Now that he brings it up, you had gotten used to it too. After traveling for weeks together it felt odd not sleeping near at least two other people. Or hearing Sapnap's obnoxious snoring even through the tents. You kept the door propped open, leaning to make room for Bad to walk in. "The bed in my room's pretty big, we could share. Wouldn't do us any good to lose a night's rest, would it."

"True," Bad muttered, face still flushed. Softly you both walked back to your bed, peeling back the blankets. Bad hesitated before lying down, not looking anywhere near your face. "Goodnight."

Shifting your shoulders slightly you melted into the bed. Softly you mutter back, "Goodnight."

{《☆》}

"Whose going to wake them?" Someone whispered.

"I'm not doing it!" Another voice harshly chimed in, quietly yelling.

"Geez you guys are cowards," A third voice said. So many voices talked back and forth around you. You groan, pressing your face into your pillow. It's very warm but not super comfortable, you can't find it in you to care, pressing your cheek into the rising surface.

"Move out of the way," The third voice says and finally they fall quiet. With some shuffling, you can rest without the background noise bugging you.

"WAKE UP!"

You jerk upwards, pushing off your pillow with no resistance. It feels like whiplash how quickly you turn to face your michevous friends with an ever present scowl. "Wha–!"

"What were you muffinheads thinking!" Bad yells next to you. You cringe away, shock flooding your veins before you reel yourself back to the present. Bad looks similarly put off, though he's more focused on scolding the idiotic boys.

Ha the dream team look like pissbabies

Bad's kinda... ya know?

all of us are going to hell

we're already dead dumbass

poor bby sapnap looks like a kicked puppy ;-;

KekW

You look over and Cairo is still dead asleep, not rustled one bit. Turning back, George gives you a wicked grin, ignoring Bad. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty."

"Aw you think I'm pretty," You stretch your arms up, mid-yawn. The group is politely looking away from you, faces pink (or in Bad's case, pale). You try to pretend that it's easy pulling away from Bad's oddly magnetic warmth and smile at Sapnap and Dream. "Morning, did you need something?"

"Not really just... wanted to know if you were coming down for hotel breakfast?" Sapnap says, glancing over at the other two for help. When they offered none he just smiled wider at you to cover his nerves. "I mean,, you're a snack but breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

You roll your eyes with a laugh, the dream team shuffling back as you stand. "Yeah yeah, sure. Lemme just wake Cairo."

{《☆》}

There is a moment when you're standing at the top of the world, flying through the clouds. it usually comes right before the world remembers you need to follow the laws of gravity, a brief second of flightlessness before you're dragged down.

You've been on top of the world since the voices started quieting down. Cairo's been looking happier in the last few weeks than she had been in months. Everything was good. So good in fact, you forgot there'd have to be a fall.

It started after breakfast, you were being dragged by Cairo to a market stand because they were selling socks and she was insistent on having new ones. If you weren't sure that your family in the city would have a room for you, you would've saved it for restocking food.

While you were haggling for a lower price someone bumped into your back. The crowd is full of people and bumping into people while walking isn't uncommon but it's something about this time that made your skin crawl. Voices pounded your head, overlapping with hundreds of different thoughts until one struck gold.

LOOK BACK

You whirled around, foot skidding a bit before you catch yourself. The thief pretends not to notice, they must've thought they got away with it.

RED WOLF

You take a step forward, hands wrapping around a thin pale wrist. You hold even as they twist, realizing you knew. The voices won't let you let go. They look scared out of their wits for a second, pale blue eyes glimmering with tears.

HE IS NEAR

"Y/N?" The thief says hesitantly. "I didn't..."

They don't look familiar to you but your name from their lips, voice smooth and knowable, knocks sense back into your brain and you let go. They reach up to rub at their wrist, Cairo's pink pouch dangling in his fingers.

You reach out to grab it, fingers skimming the fabric before you're thrown to the ground.

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

The voices fight in your head, only disorienting you further. Two voices call your name, too muddled in the cacophony that's pounding your ears.

GET UP

The world is blurry, black dots staining your vision. Your fingers dig into dirt as you get yourself on your hands and knees, heaving.

DODGE

You drop your arm and roll to the side, narrowly missing a thin silver blade that cracks the ground where your chest once was. The world shifts again and you're a lot less balanced against the ground than you should be.

RED WOLF. RED. BLOOD. CLAWS. MOVE. BLOOD. RED WOLF. MOVE. TEETH. BITE. RED. SHARP.

MOVE!

You lose feeling in your fingers and kick up your feet, you push off against someone's chest and roll to a kneel. People are talking, screaming maybe, you can't tell when the voices in your head scream louder.

There is a stand next to you selling decorative weapons and you pick up a gold sword. It's pretty shabby, wouldn't last long with actual use, but it's enchanted with sharpness 2. You palm the handle a bit, hands sweatier than they've ever been before.

They're a blur of motion and you raise your sword and blunt their attack with a strangled cry. You can hear Cairo and Sapnap yelling for you. They must have lost you in the commotion. The brief distraction let's your attacker slice a thin line into your shoulder and you kick their leg out, stumbling to get back to Cairo.

When the person who attacks you gets to their feet they follow in second. They manage to whirl you around. Your heart stops for a second, stinging with phantom pains. They huff in place, face stony as it looks over yours. Red eyes meet yours with a knee-buckling lack of recognition.

"Technoblade," You mutter to yourself as a last observation before the world tilts to the side and you crash into the weapon stand.

{《☆》}

"Who the fuck do you think you are you," A voice, familiar British tilt bristling with venom. They're oddly close, smoothly pressing into raw ears. "You were the one that attacked him in the first place. You think you have the right-!"

"George," Bad cuts in, voice just as stone-cold but softer still. He's so close that the water that's been clogging your ears clear just to listen. "Don't be too loud, you'll wake him."

"He's got a point," Dream pipes in, farther away. It makes something in you croon sadly. Soft steps get further away from you before stopping suddenly. "You hurt Y/N. Why would we trust you're being truthful. I mean, cousins? Don't make me laugh."

"I didn't know it was Y/N, I just saw him hurting Tommy and I-"

"Tommy stole from him!" Dream scoffs, voice heavy and loud. It drops suddenly and there are footsteps coming closer until a hand is hovering over yours, hesitating. "You caused this, Blood God."

Things start going fuzzy again and you don't like it. You reach up to Dream's hand and tighten your grip. It's nice, it feels like a tether. Still, you're cold though so you whine. Something to be embarrassed about when you're fully awake, of course. "Co—ld..."

"Aww isn't that adorable," George coos mockingly. His voice gets further away as he walks away, another pair of heavier footsteps seemingly dragged behind him. "Let's go Blood God."

"I'll go get another blanket," Bad says, fixing your two blankets to be tucked around you. You still haven't opened your eyes but you can imagine the look he shoots Dream. "Have fun cuddling."

You can also imagine Dream's response vividly, a roll of those pretty green eyes while his lips tug into a small smile anyway. He doesn't say anything, simply settling in a chair beside you, hand still tight around yours.

"I thought we were gonna cuddle," Your words are a bit loopy as you turn on your side to face him, eyes barely peeking open. The world is a lump of colours and yet you could not see him more clearly.

"Oh come on," Dream scoffs and this time you can see the way he rolls his eyes, freckled cheeks puffing out in embarrassment and exasperation, lips tilted into a thin little smile. You pull your blankets up and gesture to the empty space. He shakes his head but you know he's already broken. With a bit of struggle, he clambers into your bed and retucks the blankets around the both of you.

As he settles into the cozy space, you're both facing each other. Maybe it's the loopiness still messing with your brain but he looks adorable with his hair tousled like this. You can't help yourself from reaching up to touch the fluffy blond strands but Dreams hand reaches for your wrist, holding it gently inches away with flushed cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"You look soft," You mumble and without more preamble reach for his hair again. Miraculously he doesn't stop you this time, a large bridge of blush spread over his nose all the way to his ears. Dream closes his eyes, holding his breathe as you slowly card through his soft hair.

You drag your nails across his scalp lightly and he physically melts, face unfurling with a soft trust like a flower in bloom. You smile, closing your eyes and continuing to run your hand through his hair. You don't remember how, everything feels just a bit disconjointed, but your legs are tangled up with Dream's, one hand resting gently on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. You can feel nothing but warm when he wraps his arms around you, holding you for no reason but he can.

You're still soaking up the touch, lounging across him with a languid body when Sapnap, and Cairo walk in. You peaked your eyes open to see who it was and then went back to resting next to Dream.

"Alright Y/N, we've got you a..." Sapnap's jaw was on the ground, his brain fumbling so hard to remember what he was doing. "Blanket. Got you a blanket."

"Wow Y/N," Cairo says, walking over. You can hear the grin in her voice and so you open your eyes as she steps up to Dream's side of the bed. Xer eyes are puffy and red, cheeks wet with tears. "Never thought I'd see the day you and Dream made up."

Wordlessly you reach out and cup her cheek, cooing at how easily she melts into. Xyr lips tremble softly. Slowly, like she's nervous about speaking, she starts. "Sorry I didn't... You— looked dead. We got there and I thought you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm okay," You shush xyr, brushing soothing lines on xeir cheek. She sniffles heavily, taking a deep breath in. "I'm alive, Cairo. I'll always be here, sweetheart."

"Yeah," She nods after a second. "Sorry just give me a second."

"Sooooo," Sapnap starts in the lull. He lifts the blanket with a bit of effort, showing off the softness. "Blanket or no blanket?"

You roll your eyes, relaxing back into Dreams chest. His arms reflexively tighten and you realize distantly that he's asleep. "Yes, Sapnap. C'mon over."

He seems to bounce over happily, throwing the blanket over the two of you and moving to tuck you guys in.

"Nope," You happily say, grabbing Sapnaps wrist and dragging him over to sit on the bed. You throw a leg over him and his face is already ablaze with a harsh blush. "Cuddle time."

"Wha—dude!" He frowns, looking awfully shy for someone like him. "You're already cuddling with Dream. This bed isn't big enough."

"We'll squeeze in," You say pushing his shoulder down to rest on the bed. When he still doesn't look completely convinced, you pout. "C'mon Sap, you're not really going to tell the injured guy he can't get any cuddles. Please, Sappy."

"Aww okay," He huffs, not looking at your face. "As long as you guys don't mind."

"Just go to bed, Snapmap," Dream groans, turning to hide his face in the back of your neck. You open your arms and Sapnap burrows himself into your chest, mumbling something softly under his breath before he relaxes.

You drift off to sleep again, brain humming in satisfaction.

{《☆》}

[I wanted this to be longer but I had to keep the Tumblr line limit in mind ueueueu]

[I spent so long working on this because I procrastinated and hit a major writers block until yesterday. But yes I fit in a bunch of flirting this time, yay, and also managed to fit in the subplot of SBI being your distant family you haven't seen in ages :D.]

[The amount of cuddling in this is because I crave physical contact rn so I'm projecting. Anyway have a great day, have water, eat something, get some good dozing in. I love you all /p!]

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I have to say Wildest Wills and No Friends absolutely ruined me in the best ways possible! Although I don’t expect a second part to No Friends, I’m so genuinely curious on what could happen afterwards because betrayal seems to be the only plausible option in Squid Game and I do enjoy myself some angst and romance! I think it’s so incredibly well-written and the speed of each game event flowed well enough for me to grasp at what standpoint they’re at.

I do hope you continue Wildest Wills especially! There’s so much content to work off of from where you left it and I’m just so obsessed with the concept! I liked how they met and I think following them in their journey together would be so incredible to read and see how they grow with each other. I’m such a simp for the Dream Team and Bad! I’m also such a sucker for badass readers wielding swords and kicking ass so I may be a bit biased for this specific work!

I really adore where your going with all your other writings! I haven’t read all of them yet but I’m obsessed enough to know I’ll be speedrunning them soon enough! I don’t know why but I really enjoy your portrayals and the way you depict scenes and characters! I hope you don’t mind the long comment I’m just absolutely wow’d!

So I don't think I'm going to continue No Friends but I will reveal some of my writing thoughts behind it since you're curious!

So it's based off a song with the exact same name. But uh, the nightcore version because... yup.

I had just finished Squid Game at the time and so I was like, yes this is a good idea. And then it was but it was also a lot of work and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

The "ending" I included is 100% fake. No minors were in Squid Game, though certain LManburg adults were. If i had to make an ending, I'm a sucker for angst but I also want happy endings so probably breaking your way out but then one of your sacrificing yourself to save the others.

If I had to decide a concrete ending with no "They all live" endings, Sapnap would be the winner. George would be too weak to survive too long, Dream would be taken down by Wilbur killing both of them, and Sapnap would in the end survive by killing Fundy, who had helped kill George.

So! I'm currently writing a pt 2 to Wildest Wills : Currently unnamed. Not going to spoil it! But! Expect some good old SBI ha ha :)

And omg you are so sweet!!! I really enjoy writing and I'm so glad all of you guys enjoy my writing too!!! Have a great day, you're incredible!!!

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💛 Blue Boquets and Brothers

[1400+ words]

[No pronouns]

Description: Tommy's been stealing flowers from your garden for weeks. Today though, you finally catch him in the act. (Platonic Tommy x Reader)

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{《☆》}

Tommy shuffles down the street, dragging his feet across to kick a random stone. It skids just out of reach so he moves on, wrapping his hands around the straps of his backpack in that way movies always depicted nerdy kids. In a way, it fit.

The garden on his way to Wilbur's is empty, devoid of human life like it is every time Tommy walks up to it. The little chain link fence isn't good at keeping out people but he imagines that it had to be good for something since there aren't any dogs chewing on leaves. His foot fits into a hole and he pushes himself on top and jumps a bit to land perfectly.

He bend down, dirt and rips already staining his relatively new pair of jeans. There are blue hyacinths next to a array of purple flowers that he can't name even as he plucks a few of both.

Tying them together with a strand of blue ribbon, he carefully puts them in his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder, reaching back awkwardly to fit it over his other, something rattles the door to the garden and Tommy throws himself forward to climb the fence. Too late, he thinks as someone's hand wraps around his ankle. "Let go—!"

"Not until you come down!" You yell back, tired lines under your eyes. You were waiting for him, he realizes. "You're going to break your leg trying to jump!"

"Then let go!" He tugs at his leg but for just a moment he loses balance and gives up on his pants to curl his fingers around the metal tug himself up. In his panic he kicked you in the face. Good, he thinks vindictively.

You tug harder and Tommy is wailing as his arms reach out to stop the impact. His palms burn, arms aching with the impact still ringing in his bones.

"Shit kid," You had jumped back when he fell but now you're kneeling at his side, face twisted like it's torn between helping or not. Tommy doesn't even care, instantly scrambling to make sure the flowers in his backpack are safe. To his great relief, the flower petals are only slightly smushed.

"Just go away," Tommy says, pulling his backpack to his chest, watching you with narrowed eyes. "I haven't been doing anything wrong."

"You've been stealing my flowers," You chide softly, frowning as you stood up. Taking him in for a second, you sigh, putting out a hand to help him stand. "Alright, let's go then."

"What?" Tommy knows his face probably looks like he bit a lemon but honestly it's a fair reaction. "Uh?"

"I want to make sure the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft." You say, crossing your arms when Tommy stand on his own. He puts his arm through the backpack strap slowly, staring down at his shoes. This is a... fairly odd situation he's in now.

"I have a feeling you won't let me leave if I don't bring you with me," Tommy says, grimacing at your determined nod. This was going to be awkward. He's never really brought anyone to see Wilbur before, not besides Tubbo and Ranboo. "Alright, let's go then."

You unlock the gate, pulling a key out of your pocket like you knew Tommy would break. Together, and that is such an odd thought, you start walking. You're a few paces ahead even though Tommy's supposed to be leading but he's too busy holding the flowers gingerly, careful not to knock any petals off, to care where you are.

"So," You start, probably uncomfortable in the silence that had been following you both. "What's her name?"

"His name is Wilbur," Tommy awkwardly starts, unsure of how to broach the fact that they're definitely not dating.

"That's a nice name," You say without skipping a beat. Not homophobic then, that's nice. "Does he like those flowers or did you pick at random?"

"Hyacinths were his favourite but I always bring him blue so I thought purple would shake things up," Tommy shrugs, glancing up at your approving look before scowling down at his flowers. Well, technically yours but— doesn't matter they're his now.

"Those are lavender," You slow down next to him, pointing at the pretty flowers that wrap around the hyacinths. "But you also have a few small alliums. They're the circle ones, right there."

"They're pretty," Tommy says softly and now that he's thinking the allium is kinda familiar. Ranboo had given him one when they first met. He had it pressed between a book somewhere. "I'm sure Wil's gonna like them."

"Do you bring him flowers every weel?" You ask, side-by-side. looking over the bouquet.

Tommy nods because he always takes flowers from your garden so you probably already knew. "II like to keep him looking nice. If he's surrounded by dead flowers it just gets sad."

You tilt your head in confusion but shrug. it goes silent for a minute before Tommy sees large metal gates., pulled open wide and ever-daunting. "Ready to meet him?"

"We're at a graveyard." You bring up, skittish like Tommy can't tell where he is. You do look pretty disgruntled though so Tommy doesn't take it to heart. "do you and Wil hang around graveyards often?"

Tommy just wordlessly guides you along, hearing leaves crunch as you slowly follow. In a few minutes of silence, minutes you try to fill by asking questions that Tommy can't answer. Then you are standing by a polished grave and Tommy plucks a few offending weeds off the carved stone. pulling the wilting flowers out of the glass vase and replacing them with the new ones, making sure the ribbon stays on nice and pretty.

"Oh," You say and when Tommy looks back at you, you're lips are pressed together into a tight line, brows furrowed with tension. "I didn't realize..."

He shrugs, wordlessly turning back to Wil. "Hey Wil, this is Y/N, I've been stealing flowers from their garden for you. They're... alright, I suppose. I think you two would've gotten along, probably."

"Hello Wilbur," You start slowly, moving to kneel down next to Tommy. "I meet Tommy like 20 minutes ago but I've already gotten tired of him." Tommy rolls his eyes with a smile. "Tommy told me you liked Hyacinths, they're nice flowers. You have good taste."

"I still think the alliums are better," Tommy chimed in, leaning forward to brush a hand against the stone. He softens his words, speaking quietly to the heaviness in the air that haunts him. "But I guess you do have pretty good taste."

You put a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing with a silent apology. He nods, feeling slightly choked. After Wilbur's death, the whole family took it hard. Phil started putting crazy hours into working, Technoblade went on another fencing tour (which he hasn't done in years), and at this point, Tommy's the only one who lives in the empty two-story house. Until you joined him, he can say with certainty that he was the only one who visited Wilbur. No one's held him since it happened, not until your slightly awkward one-arm hold on his shoulder, comfort and burn.

"Two weeks," You say and Tommy turns to you, slightly confused. "That's how long you've been stealing flowers from me, two weeks. Is that...?"

"Yeah," Tommy says and this time his voice is watery. God, he should've just told you to fuck off. Now he's going to look like a mess. "I try to visit him every day. I don't want him to feel lonely without me or some shit."

"You're a good kid," You say, rubbing a circle into his shoulder. You look back at the flowers and grimace, "I'd like it if you didn't steal my flowers but I'm not going to report anything. Not to your parents or the police. It can be our secret."

"He would've liked you," Tommy says before he can stop himself. His ears burn and it's not just with the cold. "You're a good person and... Wilbur would probably be in love with your garden."

"If he's anything like you, I'd probably like him too." You look over at him, probably spotting his embarrassed flush. You stand, holding a hand out to help him and he takes it. "It's pretty cold out, kid. Let's go get some hot cocoa, my treat."

"Okay," He says and it's with a relief he can't understand. "Goodbye Wil."

{《☆》}

[GO SUB TO TECHNO WE NEED TO SUPPORT THE YT MAN AND HE NEEDS TO GET TO 10 MIL GO GO GO!!!!!]

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Bloody Lovers ❤

(1100+ words)

(They/Them Pronouns)

Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)

(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)

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{《☆》}

You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.

Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.

A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.

So unlike a hero.

It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.

Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.

You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.

{《☆》}

They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.

You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.

If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.

"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.

You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.

Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.

Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.

Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.

Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.

You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.

And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.

"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."

"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"

"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.

{《☆》}

Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.

To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.

"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.

You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.

You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.

You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.

Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.

Release him. See if he comes back.

It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.

Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.

{《☆》}

[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]

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Remade 2 of them. And then I made Fundy's! Time to do more work on the actual writing more sadge

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

I loved this so much agskhajf ily larx /p

He's fixing his lil bow tie :>

I don't know who to tag so uhhh @theeretblr @sunflowerdaisybee @minty-ghast also anyone else who wants to join

Because it do be that time of year🎃🍂👻 here’s a spoopy picrew I found;)

Random tags: @ethanharli @babyshoyo @just-ilya @nayarablueglasses @peachnopolaroid @qtipcottonbuds @sunflowerdaisybee @keijism @theyinfentohisjc @midnightxix +anyone else that wants to join in of course! :}

Froggie ❤

[600+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: You and Karl go out to the city to film a vlog. (Karl x M!Reader)

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{《☆》}

You swung your arms as you walked, dragging Karl's with you after he interlaced your fingers. It was a fun motion.

He giggled, swinging it further even when it ruined his camera angle. His pretty face was tucked into his frog sweater, the nice green contrasting the pretty pink dusting over his face. Hushed, he giggled and whispered to you. "Hi."

"Hi." You whispered back, instantly giggling like a child. Trying to vlog a day in the city was fun, even if you ruined his hold on his phone every time you swung your arms back and forth. "Where are we going to next, sunshine?"

Karl giggled again, knocking his shoulder against yours. "Well I thought we could visit this one cat cafe downtown..."

"And then we rob them and become crazy cat dads." You nodded along.

"Y/N!" He laughed, high pitched and sweet. He batted at you with his free hand, booping your nose softly. "No stealing the cats."

You pouted, puffing out your cheeks. "Why notttt!"

Karl stopped for a second, turning towards you completely. With his hands still enveloped in his sweaters he put them on either side of your face. Then, face still completely stoic, and smushed your cheeks together. "Squish." Then he started giggling like a mad man.

You couldn't help yourself. His laughter was infectious. Karl just had this way of making everything... lighter. Easier. Even the heaviest of boulders were like pebbles to kick when he was by your side.

If he asked you to collect him moondust, you'd already be in a rocketship.

Pressing your noses together, content to just be close, it was your everything. The way he talked always caught your ear and the way he walked left you staring. Karl was captivating. He was warm.

He blew softly on your lips, something he's done before. His breath smelt like citrus and berries and the gum he stole from you earlier. Then, softly, he pressed a sweet kiss.

Moments like these, wrapped around one another, you wouldn't trade them for the world. Peppering small, gentle kisses to his jaw, you pulled him in closer.

Karl laughed softly. He was already melting in your touch. Undoubtedly, you were ruining his footage. Selfishly, you didn't care.

Nuzzling into his cheek, you muttered 'squish'.

"C'mon, moonlight," Karl half-heartedly protested. "We still  have to get to to the uh—uh..."

He trailed off as you brushed your hands down his sides. Uselessly, he tried suppressing his giggles but when you kept dragging across his sides, he couldn't stop.

"No—!" He whined, curled into your chest while also pushing your hands away. "I won't—won't give you any more kisses—! Ack–!"

He curls into himself, hands curled around yours. His hood has fallen back over his eyes but Karl's too busy giggling hysterically to notice. Finally, he interlaced your fingers and exhaled triumphantly.

"Ha!"

"Aww man," You light-heartedly complain. Dragging him a bit closer by his hands, you press a kiss to Karl's knuckles. "You're so cute when you giggle."

Karl dragged down his frog hood even more, covering his entire face. You could practically still see the ear splitting grin, the perfectly imperfect one you've fallen in love with, and you laughed.

"You're so mean to me, Y/N." He huffed. Finally remembering his phone Karl pulled it out of his pocket and shook his head at you mockingly. "I can't believe you've done this. It stopped recording, Y/N. I have no content! I'm irrelevant now, I can't show my face in public anymore—"

"Okay, sunshine," You cut him off with a light laugh. "I get your point. We can head to the cats now."

Puffing his cheeks out, Karl stuck his tongue out at you.

With no other option, you stuck your tongue out back.

Giggling, you laced your hands again and started walking.

{《☆》}

[I've been procrastinating doing my English and Spanish hw agdjagjf why do I do this to myself. I have to finish Lord of The Flies and write about how the conflict was resolved but also finish an essay that I only have the introduction to. My Spanish hw seems easy but agekgaif I have so many regrets.]

[N e ways I've managed to get my sister to watch LDShadowLady's Last Life series so hopefully they like it because last life is my current lover /j only watched grian and Scott's pov tho :/]

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