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Just For a Night | Georgenotfound

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (mentioned)

 ;; it’s been a hot minute, school’s been kicking my ass but new stuff is coming soon :))

“George, please just pretend to be my date,” You pleaded.

Usually, you wouldn’t resort to begging your friend like this, but you were out of options. There was going to be a public banquet in Kinoko kingdom, and you were more than happy to go alone until you’d heard that Punz was going to attend, and you couldn’t deal with the awkwardness of seeing your ex. Karl had suggested that having a date would probably make Punz steer clear of you for the evening, and so you’d decided to ask George.

If you were honest with yourself, the promise of spending an evening with George was appealing in itself, but an excuse like that was all you needed to push you to ask him. And so you’d turned up at his home, entreating him to be your partner, just for the evening. George was firm in saying no, however, demanding you ask Sapnap or Karl instead. Similarly, you denied him, explaining how they were already engaged and it would just be far too awkward. Eventually, he obliged, saying he’d do it, but only because he knew how messy you and your ex’s split had been. You jumped up, thanking him, wrapping your arms around him excitedly.

When you pulled away, the both of you were bright red, you with a giddy smile and George rubbing his neck as he stared at the floor. But it was set in stone, and you both knew there was no way you’d let George back out. And if you got to spend a night fake-dating your crush, that was just a bonus and definitely not a motive at all.

No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, the day of the banquet came sooner than you could even notice. George offered to pick you up, which you gladly accepted. When he knocked on the door, you wiped your palms on the side of your outfit, opening the door as your heart rang in your ears. As you opened the door, you were momentarily taken aback by George’s appearance- he was dressed a lot smarter than usual, in a suit and with his hair combed. He smiled, and you couldn’t help the heat that burned in your cheeks or the huge smile that grew on your face.

“Hi (y/n), you look nice,” he greeted, smiling graciously.

“Hey,” You responded, feeling slightly breathless. “You look nice too.”

Both of you stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to do, and then George held out a small bouquet of flowers, proclaiming that they were for you. You thanked him eagerly, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers as you took the flowers into your hands. Quickly, you put them in a vase with some water, leaving them on a table. On your way to your front door, you grabbed your bag, before turning to George and offering him an arm.

“Ready to go?” You asked.

“Sure,” he replied, linking your arms together and making your way to the banquet.

The banquet was, for the most part, exactly what you’d expected. Kinoko kingdom was decorated beautifully, mostly the doing of Foolish, the attendees remained peaceful, though loud, and Punz steered well clear of you and George. Speaking of your date, you were honestly surprised no one had tried to question the two of you, or shown any sign of surprise at you spending the night with your arms around each other. Until, that was, Sapnap beckoned the two of you over.

“(Y/n), George, how are you guys? Y’know, when George told me he was bringing you I honestly didn’t believe him,” he spoke enthusiastically, emboldened by whatever was in his cup.

“Hey Sap,” you greeted. “I know, what a shock, huh?” You chuckled awkwardly, looking to George as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Not even!” Sapnap exclaimed. “Gogy’s been whipped for ages, I just didn’t think he’d have the balls to ask you out.”

Both you and George froze, neither knowing how to act as Sapnap spoke. Fortunately, Sapnap was quickly distracted by Quackity talking loudly near the bar. Both of you just stood, staring at each other, unsure of what to say. George opened his mouth, about to speak, when he hesitated, turning on his heel and running away.

Before he could get away, however, you were chasing after him, following him out of the banquet hall and onto a balcony. You watched as George, unaware of your presence, grabbed onto the parapet, running a hand through his hair. Wordlessly, you stood and watched as he muttered to himself, his words not quite reaching your ears. Quickly, you walk up to him, saying his name to catch his attention. George turned around, spending a few seconds silently opening and closing his mouth, before simply sighing.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was going to say that, I know this was just to avoid Punz, if you never want to see me again that’s okay, I don’t want you to be creeped out, I didn’t agree to this because I like you, I just wanted to help and-”

“George.” You cut him off, inching closer to him.

For a moment, you stared breathlessly at him, taking in his wide eyes and scarlet cheeks, watching as he licked his lips. When he didn’t say anything more, you stepped forward again, cautiously pressing a reassuring hand to his cheek. George looked at you in confusion, trying to figure out what you were doing. Without letting him overthink anything or question your intent, you moved even closer to him, grabbing his face and kissing him.

George froze for a moment as you pressed your lips to his, before responding suddenly. His hands pressed against your waist as your hand wrapped around his neck. You smiled against his lips as his arms fully snaked around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Eventually, you found yourself needing to breathe, stepping away. Both of you smiled at each other, bodies still slightly entangled.

“Simp,” You whispered, giggling softly as he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up,” he spoke, laughing breathlessly, before leaning in and kissing you again.

When you parted against, George’s arms stayed around your waist, though yours moved to drape over his shoulders happily.

“Well, I think there’s a banquet we should probably return to,” George spoke, eyes turning towards the open door behind you and offering his hand.

“I believe so,” You responded, intertwining your hand with his. “Lead the way, my good sir.”

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the reason jack manifold is the best lgbt ally is simply because he is not afraid of gay people. and i mean literally, because most cishet content creators are too scared to say anything about gay or trans ppl, while jack manifold literally does not think twice, because he knows there’s nothing offensive to be said by him.

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Hate | Wilbur

Warnings: N/A

;; I wrote this ages ago so sorry for any mistakes lol

You and Wilbur had never gotten along. Since joining L’Manberg, at your best friend Niki’s request, you’d never seen eye to eye with the president. No matter what, the two of you were always arguing and you always found something new to bicker about.

It was common knowledge Wilbur hated you. It was common belief you hated Wilbur back. The reality was that you’d had feelings towards Wilbur for months, finding him instantly attractive but messing up your words and accidentally insulting him, which caused your first fight and your ongoing rivalry. And you’d tried to fix things but only made them worse, Wilbur determined to antagonise you over every little thing. To make things worse, the fighting couldn’t even drive your feelings away- seeing the passion in his eyes as he argued and his pride and defensiveness over his beliefs only made your feelings grow, in fact.

Now nothing could be done, Wilbur hated you and would never stop hating you, and he’d made that more than clear. You couldn’t tell anyone about your secret feelings, not even Niki, out of utter fear that he’d somehow find out and use your crush on him against you, or laugh at you, or make you cry, or all three.

But the constant feeling of being detested was overwhelming you and, despite your stubborn claims, his remarks stung, cutting deep into your pride and creating new insecurities you could laugh away or ignore. It was just too much, you’d had an argument that morning that had gotten more heated than usual, more personal, and it had wrecked you. You stormed towards the bakery, tears running down your face, trying to find Niki.

You entered, slamming the door shut behind you and leaning against, taking a second to put your face in your hands and just sigh. You quickly wiped the tears away, looking up at the other presence in the store and realising instantly that it wasn’t Niki. You froze, half in fright and half in embarrassment at being caught in such a state. And then you cringed because it was Wilbur in front of you. Wilbur, who was the reason for your tears, who’d love nothing more than to see you at your worst, who’d love to see you this weak. You tensed up, waiting for him to start mocking you, but he didn’t.

“Shit, [y/n], are you alright?” He asked, in a gentle tone you’d never heard from him before. You looked up and saw pure, genuine concern on his face.

You wiped your tears, finding that more had leaked from your eyes, before composing yourself. You sniffled quickly, then straightened up, pulling your shoulders back and bringing your head high- giving a great air of confidence but having none of it.

“Wilbur, you don’t have to pretend to care just because Niki’s in the back, okay? You know why I’m upset so just back off. You won, okay, you finally made me cry, I hope it helps you get off at night.”

You ran your hand through your hair, refusing to look at the president, and turned on your heel, trying to escape as quickly as possible. But almost instantly you were stopped by a hand wrapping around your arm and holding you back.

“[y/n], are you okay, genuinely?” He asked again, his tone still soft and caring, and it made a warmth blossom within you. “I’m sorry, really- I’m an idiot, and I’ve been an idiot for a really long time.” He brought his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it anxiously and looking at you, guilt evident in his features.

You smiled half-heartedly, looking up at him and shifting your weight from foot to foot, before speaking, “it’s alright, Wilbur. I’ve been an idiot too, and I’m sorry.” You gave the biggest smile you could muster as you looked up at him, heart racing as you waited for an acceptance or rejection to your apology.

He turned away quickly, running a hand through his hair desperately, and you watched pink tinge his ears and neck, assuming that a similar colour was staining his cheeks, though you couldn’t see. He took a deep breath in, almost gasping, before turning back to you. When he did turn, you could see that, as you expected, his cheeks were as pink as his neck had been, though the hue had calmed slightly.

“[y/n], you can’t- you can’t,” he began to stutter. “Shit, you can’t smile at me like that. I made you fucking cry, you can’t go smiling at me like that.”

He looked around frantically as he spoke, his eyes resting on everything in the bakery but you. You furrowed your eyebrows, half confused and half annoyed at his behaviour. You took a step towards him, which he didn’t seem to notice, and brought your hand to his shoulder, which he did notice, and you saw him freeze at your touch.

“Wilbur, what are you talking about? I’m just smiling, if you don’t like it we can go back to hating each other. I’m done arguing, okay, I don’t want you to hate me anymore.”

As you spoke, you watched him look at you earnestly, laughing slightly, and then his face dropping of emotion entirely as you talked of him hating you. He shook his head, stuttering, trying to say something but failing, and then giving up attempting to speak entirely. You tilted your head, going to ask what he wanted to say, but as you opened your mouth to talk, you saw him dive towards you and press his lips to yours.

For a moment, the sudden shock froze you in place, but your brain caught up quickly and you pressed back into him. His hands wrapped around your waist and yours were in his hair, pulling slightly, which elicited a soft moan from Wilbur. You smiled at that, pushing harder into him for a moment before realising that you were running out of air and quickly pulled away. He tried to chase you, eyes still shut tight, but you just pressed your hands to his chest, and he opened his eyes, stepping back slightly.

The both of you had giddy smiles and you stood wordlessly for a moment, beaming and trying to catch your breaths. You wanted to laugh, or squeal, or both. Your eyes were still puffy from crying but were now lit up in joy, and there was a warmth in his brown ones that you’d never seen before, but you loved it. He grabbed your hand, which you didn’t pull away from, intertwining them and playing with your interlocked fingers as he spoke.

“I don’t hate you, I truly don’t. I never did.” He admitted, looking down with a smile still on his face.

“I never hated you, if you thought that,” You responded. “I don’t think I could.”

You stared at each other for a moment, each just taking the other in, before you were kissing again, back to the position you were in before. Your hands, this time, moved from his hair to hanging limply around his neck as you stepped closer into him. You don’t know how long you were like that, but you know that when you did pull away, your lips were puffy and tender.

“So,” You started, cutting yourself off, completely unsure of what to say.

“So,” He responded, just as clueless but also lightheartedly teasing you. “Do you want to try this? Us? Because I do.”

You smiled, nodding, “I’d like that, Wil, a lot.” You stood in silence again, just staring. “We really are idiots, huh?”

“You are!” You heard called from the back, Niki’s voice causing both you and Wilbur to light up in red, suddenly unable to look at anything but the floor.

“Niki? I thought you were out or something!” Wilbur yelled, in disbelief and slightly mortified.

Niki’s giggle sounded from the back, and you saw her stick her head out of the door to look at the pair of you, “Out of patience.”

She disappeared again, leaving the two of you somewhat alone, flustered but laughing. Wilbur calmed down, starting to walk to the door but turning back and offering out a hand to you.

“Would you like to accompany me for a walk around our dear L’Manberg, (y/n)?” He offered.

You took his hand in your own, revelling in how soft his palm felt and how easily your fingers fit together. “Why, Mr President, it would be an honour.”

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Class of 2013 | Dad!Schlatt

Warnings: Death, Major Wounds, Descriptions of injuries

;; heres some dad!schlatt angst, in-game :)

Blood was pouring out of your body rapidly, faster than you could block the wound. A large gash in your side, courtesy of Wilbur, who had deemed you an enemy due to your father’s actions. Your father, you tried to explain, hadn’t spoken to you in years, but you were being hurt before you could even admit that you’d travelled to Pogtopia as an ally to the former president.

So it was with blood spilling out of your side, head dizzy and lips turning blue that you arrived at your father's house. You knew that, at this point, Schlatt was the only person on the server that would even consider saving you. You knocked on the door, your movements starting to become sluggish as you leant against the frame to keep yourself standing.

The door swung open, and you were greeted with the image of your father, drunk, his eyes half open and his clothes scruffy. His eyebrows raised at your presence, opening his mouth to greet you but freezing as he noticed the blood trailing along his porch. You stood up to greet him properly, but a sudden head rush had you tumbling right into your father, who caught you with ease.

“Whoa, kiddo, what the fuck happened to you?” He questioned, panicked but still trying to make it sound like a joke. You smiled at his tone and the whiskey on his breath, he never seemed to change.

“Dad,” You breathed out, trying to smile but probably just grimacing. “I’m tired, can I stay with you tonight?”

Your tone seemed to further his panicked attitude, and he quickly scooped you up, carrying you into the house. The whole way, he was talking to you, asking your name and the date and if you knew where you were, but responding was getting harder and harder.

“Okay, listen, kid, you’re not gonna fucking die on me. I know you’re tired but you can’t sleep, you have to promise to stay awake.” He instructed, laying you down on the couch and then beginning to hurry about the house gathering some form of medical supplies.

“I’m only staying tonight, okay dad, and then I’ll be out of your way. I’ll stay quiet, I won’t get in your way,” You promised as he whispered under his breath, continuing to beg you to stay awake.

“(Y/n), what happened? I need you to tell me who did this, can you do that? They’ll be dead tomorrow, I promise you.” Schlatt’s tone was getting louder, and he kept asking questions but you didn’t even attempt to reply anymore, still caught up in convincing him to let you stay, unaware you were already inside and laying on his sofa.

“I’ll leave tomorrow morning, I swear, I’ll go figure something out, get a house away from all this shit,” You started babbling, rattling on ideas about this house you would get, away from Manberg and Pogtopia and the entire SMP altogether.

Your dad was scurrying about the place, saying words you weren’t bothered to decipher, your tone quieting as you continued to speak. Fatigue was settling in, replacing every drop of adrenaline and your eyes were starting to flutter shut when you were jolted awake by your father grabbing your face and sitting you up slightly.

“No, no, no,” He yelled, not caring about who heard anymore. “You aren’t sleeping! I am not losing you, (y/n)!”

This seemed to snap you back into your surroundings, and you were suddenly acutely aware of the pain in your side. You tried to move your neck to see how bad it looked, but even lifting your head had you crying out in pain. Your dad, you suddenly noticed, had started crying, hot tears running down his face as he tried to tend to your wound. It was almost scary, him showing such intense emotion, but at least he finally decided to show that he cared. A bittersweet feeling washed over you as you realised that, and your hand moved to cup his cheek thoughtlessly, causing his head to snap up to you.

“Dad, would you wash my back this once? And then we can forget about it, and I’ll leave what I wanted for the other kids to pursue.” You were speaking but didn’t really know what you were saying, and you knew from the confusion on Schlatt’s face that you weren’t making any sense.

“(Y/n), what are you- What does that mean? You’ll be okay and then we’ll do whatever you want, alright. You’re okay.” He was crying as he spoke, and you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince- you or him. But the words were comforting, at least, bringing a peaceful smile to your face.

“Hey Dad,” You whispered. “Am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more?”

You closed your eyes, giving up and succumbing to the pain and sleepiness you felt. Your hand was still pressed to your dad’s cheek and you tried to wipe away some of his tears but found movement to be far too demanding, instead, you used the last of your energy to press your palm a little closer to his face, taking in the feeling of warm tears and harsh stubble.

As you slipped away, you heard your father scream, and if you weren’t already dead that noise would have done it. It was indescribable, a sob or a scream, or just white noise- it was the sound of your dad watching his child die, and it was bone-chilling. You tried to say goodbye, but it was more a thought than any real attempt, and you finally gave up, hoping you’d see your dad again eventually.

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Surprise | Fundy

Warnings: shitty dads, female anatomy, pregnancy

;; this is a short idea thing I had idrk 

You were hiding behind L’Manberg, as you did most nights, tucked away behind a particularly large tree. A rustle from a few metres away alerted you, and you thought you were done for, before you caught sight of familiar orange hair peeking through the bushes. Fundy stepped through, a smile on his face, and you ran towards him, wrapping your arms around him as he picked you up slightly, your laughter mingling.

“Hi,” he whispered as he put you down, arms wrapping around your waist and keeping you pressed to him.

“Hey,” you replied softly, before pressing your lips to his, using your hands to tug on his jacket, bringing him closer to you. “How was your day, love?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, before responding, “It sucked. My dad’s still treating me like shit, he barely respects me. I can’t wait to get out of here. How about you?”

You smiled sympathetically, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then speaking, “My day was alright. Schlatt’s being a dick, but then again isn’t that what my father known for?”

The both of you stood, silent, lamenting your parents, before sitting against the tree, your head pressed into Fundy’s shoulder and your hands intertwined. Fundy was humming, picking at flowers and twisting them together, periodically turning and kissing your forehead. You sighed shakily, pressing a hand to your stomach, before speaking up.

“Fundy, I need to tell you something, darling.”

He looked up, letting the flowers he was holding sit in his lap and knitting his eyebrows in concern, “Yes, my love?”

You gulped, looking down at the grass as you revealed, “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a child.”

You looked back up, unsure of how he’d react, to find your lover with a wide smile on his face. His ears twitched excitedly, and you could hear his tail hitting the ground frantically. You could hear him almost silently mutter ‘really?’ and you nodded excitedly. He lunged forwards, taking you into his arms, the both of you beaming with tears in your eyes.

Fundy jumped up, smiling around in absolute disbelief, before shouting, “I’m gonna be a dad!”

You joined him in standing, kissing him gently and nodding, not quite trusting yourself to speak, scared you’d start sobbing. Fundy picked you up again, as he had done when he greeted you, but this time he spun you around before he let you settle. Joy overcame his features as he pressed his hands to your stomach. 

This was a moment you’d cherish, and knew it even in the moment. The two of you were in utter bliss, not caring whether anyone caught you. Without even thinking of logistics, you were both rattling off names and nursery ideas, discussing the future- your future together. With your child, who was going to have the upbringing the two of you never did, a stable home with loving parents. 

You were hiding behind L’Manberg, as you did most nights, tucked away behind a particularly large tree. A rustle from a few metres away alerted you, and you thought you were done for, before you caught sight of familiar orange hair peeking through the bushes. Fundy stepped through, a smile on his face, and you ran towards him, wrapping your arms around him as he picked you up slightly, your laughter mingling.

“Hi,” he whispered as he put you down, arms wrapping around your waist and keeping you pressed to him.

“Hey,” you replied softly, before pressing your lips to his, using your hands to tug on his jacket, bringing him closer to you. “How was your day, love?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, before responding, “It sucked. My dad’s still treating me like shit, he barely respects me. I can’t wait to get out of here. How about you?”

You smiled sympathetically, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then speaking, “My day was alright. Schlatt’s being a dick, but then again isn’t that what my father known for?”

The both of you stood, silent, lamenting your parents, before sitting against the tree, your head pressed into Fundy’s shoulder and your hands intertwined. Fundy was humming, picking at flowers and twisting them together, periodically turning and kissing your forehead. You sighed shakily, pressing a hand to your stomach, before speaking up.

“Fundy, I need to tell you something, darling.”

He looked up, letting the flowers he was holding sit in his lap and knitting his eyebrows in concern, “Yes, my love?”

You gulped, looking down at the grass as you revealed, “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a child.”

You looked back up, unsure of how he’d react, to find your lover with a wide smile on his face. His ears twitched excitedly, and you could hear his tail hitting the ground frantically. You could hear him almost silently mutter ‘really?’ and you nodded excitedly. He lunged forwards, taking you into his arms, the both of you beaming with tears in your eyes.

Fundy jumped up, smiling around in absolute disbelief, before shouting, “I’m gonna be a dad!”

You joined him in standing, kissing him gently and nodding, not quite trusting yourself to speak, scared you’d start sobbing. Fundy picked you up again, as he had done when he greeted you, but this time he spun you around before he let you settle. Joy overcame his features as he pressed his hands to your stomach. 

This was a moment you’d cherish, and knew it even in the moment. The two of you were in utter bliss, not caring whether anyone caught you. Without even thinking of logistics, you were both rattling off names and nursery ideas, discussing the future- your future together. With your child, who was going to have the upbringing the two of you never did, a stable home with loving parents. 

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Heyo! I hope your doing well can I request a Niki x Reader where they first meet from Wilbur and are kinda shy together and one day Niki makes Y/N cookies? (This can be a in-game or in Real life) <3

The Bakery | Niki Nihachu

Warnings: N/A [gender neutral pronouns used]

;; I did this in-game, I hope you enjoy ♡

You and Wilbur were walking through L’Manberg, looking around and chatting. Wil had recently taken you on as a member of his cabinet, mostly focusing on citizen relations and the upcoming election. You and Wil had grown close quickly, and when he realised you’d never had a formal tour of the nation, he insisted on providing you with one himself. And so the president had guided you around his country, pointing out every build and person you came across. When you mentioned how hungry you’d become, his face lit up in excitement, and he spun on his heel and started walking away, talking quickly about a bakery somewhere.

As you caught up to the lanky Brit, you started to make sense of Wilbur’s rambling. Apparently, he was friends with a baker, whose establishment wasn’t far from where you were. In his excitement, he sped up, and soon enough you were at this bakery, with you trailing behind as you struggled to match Wilbur’s pace.

As the two of you entered, the chime of a bell rang from above you, and a soft voice called out ‘one minute!’ from an unseen room. You took a moment to look around the room you were standing in, appreciating the warmth from the ovens and the smell of bread. Wil laughed as your stomach growled loudly, resulting in you elbowing his side. As the two of you began to playfully poke each other, you heard a door open towards the back of the bakery, and you turned to greet the owner.

When you did, your words got stuck in your throat. The baker was a girl, around the same age as you, with light blonde hair and a welcoming smile on her face. Her outfit was covered by a pink apron, tied neatly around her waist and dusted in flour. Both of you went slightly red as you made eye contact, smiling shyly at each other. Wilbur looked between the two of you, amused by your flustered states, before interrupting your staring

“Hey Niki, this is (y/n), they’re new to L’Manberg,” he introduced. “They got hungry so we just need to grab some stuff.”

Niki’s attention snapped from you to Wil, and she smiled brightly before responding, “Hi (y/n), I’m Niki!” Her soft voice made your cheeks burn hotter, and your vision was suddenly directed towards the baked goods on display.

Wilbur went to start a conversation, before noticing a clock on the wall behind Niki. “Shit, I have a meeting, but I’ll leave you to it.”

Niki just nodded in understanding, but you turned to Wilbur as he walked, trying to recall any mention he’d made of a meeting. As he left, he shot you a sly grin and a wink, and you’d never wanted to kill him so much, the scheming bastard. You turned back to Niki, who was concentrated on frosting some donuts, and you began speaking, trying to stop yourself from stuttering.

“What do you have available?” You asked, shifting your weight between your feet.

“Well, uh, we have the stuff on display,” Niki responded. “And I have some fresh stuff in the oven, so just take your pick.”

You smiled appreciatively, casting your gaze over the baked goods available and resorting to twirling your hair between your fingers. Niki’s gaze on you as you searched for something to eat made you feel breathless, and you stood still for a moment before continuing to fidget.

“I’ll- uh- can I just have half a loaf of bread? It looks really good.”

Niki nodded, retrieving some and beginning to bag it as she spoke, “Oh, uh, thank you. It’s on the house, by the way, for a new customer.”

You shook your head, trying to refuse, but she insisted, pushing the paper bag into your hand and you were too occupied with the softness of her hands to argue. Instead, you just accepted it gratefully and thanked her, pretending not to notice how her hands lingered on yours.

“Thanks,” You spoke. “It was really nice to meet you.” You tried to keep your composure as much as possible and not trip over your words.

“You too,” she said, with a softness that made you want to melt. “Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.”

Quickly, you echoed the sentiment, before making your way out. You stopped outside the bakery, resting against a wall to try to stop your heart’s erratic beating. Opening the bag, you took the bread out, but you were distracted by the bakery door swinging open. Niki came running out, a parcel in her hands that she handed to you.

“Cookies!” She exclaimed, before clarifying. “They’re fresh, the batch just came out of the oven and I wanted you to have some, in case you were still hungry after the bread.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” You answered, cheeks blazing. “They smell- they smell really good.”

Niki just nodded, satisfied, before saying goodbye and returning to the bakery. You began to walk away, mind buzzing with everything that had happened, and Wilbur appeared from behind a building, still with a cocky grin.

“She gave you cookies?” He questioned teasingly.

“Oh, shut up,” You grumbled, kicking his shin lightly, before taking a bite of your bread, thoughts occupied with the baker who’d made it.

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Revival | Wilbur

Warnings: N/A (maybe a tiny bit of manipulation if you read between the lines?)

;; this is kinda short, just a thought I had and wanted to write out a little

The day, you’d thought, was just like any other. You visited Tubbo and Ranboo in Snowchester, looking after Michael for a few hours, before going to see Puffy in the smp. On your way, however, you’d been interrupted by Sam, out of breath as he ran up to you, almost tackling you off the path. 

“(y/n), you need to come to the prison, now,” he spoke, panicked, and began to drag you in the prison’s direction. “He’s been asking for you all morning, he won’t speak to anyone else.”

Your eyebrows shot up, your feet slowing as you freeze to process what Sam had said. “Wait, Sam, what? Why would Dream be asking for me?”

Sam shook his head, dragging you along again as he replied, “Not Dream, (y/n). It’s Wilbur, he’s back.”

This certainly shocked you, and your pace instantly changed, you shot off ahead of Sam, sprinting towards the prison. Your feet were moving before your mind could catch up, and before long you were in front of the blackstone building, Sam catching up to you as you stopped ahead of it.

“Let me in Sam,” you commanded, and when he opened his mouth to speak, you cut him off before he could start. “Let me in.”

Sam just stared for a moment, weighing up his options, but quickly nodded solemnly, walking to his post so you could be let in. Sam explained that Wilbur wasn’t in the cell, but was instead waiting in a hallway to see you. You nodded as you took in the information, letting Sam guide you through the prison halls. 

When you saw him, you froze. He turned around, smiling as he saw you, and you couldn’t help but observe how he looked exactly as you’d remembered. Dark brown curls tucked under his beanie, long coat hanging off his figure, glasses slightly askew. A moment passed, the two of you just staring at each other, before you were running into his arms. 

“Wil!” you greeted happily as he spun you around, wrapping his arms around your waist. You pressed your palms to his cheeks, taking in his features in disbelief. “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” he replied, tone as jovial as ever, as he wrapped his hands around yours, fingers interlocking as you held the sides of his face.

“How? I mean, you- you died, Wil. How are you back? What-” Your questions were cut short as Wilbur just chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Don’t worry, love, it’s a long story. I’m back now, for good,” he assured. 

You beamed, taking him back into your arms. He pulled away slightly, before leaning back in and pressing his lips to yours. Before the two of you could do anything more, Sam coughed, pointing towards the exit. The two of you giggled, feeling like kids getting caught again, before weaving your hands together and walking out of the prison, towards your house, where you could finally be together again. And if there was a glint of evil in Wilbur’s eye or a desire for destruction in his smile, you must have missed it, far too overwhelmed by the utter joy of having Wilbur back. 

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Pink in the Night | Technoblade

Warnings: N/A

;; also this is the first fic I’m posting on this account so hopefully someone sees it at least haha ♡

It’s safe to say you were slightly head over heels for Techno. You had met the piglin years ago, you were friends with Phil and Wilbur, and they insisted the two of you meet. From the second you first spoke, everything he said made your heart beat harder and your stomach erupt in butterflies. Wilbur had picked up on it quickly, teasing you endlessly and trying to make you say something, but you swore your feelings were completely unrequited. 

So here you were, years later, still as lovestruck as ever and still stuck to silently pining over one of your best friends. It ate you up, sometimes. Feeling guilt for feeling like this about someone who thought of you as just a friend, it felt wrong to imagine how his lips would feel as you lay in bed, but never enough to stop you from falling asleep to your fantasies. 

The only problem was that your feelings were escalating. Techno had offered to let you move in with him after your old home was destroyed and you kept complaining about how lonely you were. 

“If you’re so lonely, why don’t you just stay here?” He asked bluntly. 

“Really?” You responded, anxiously fiddling with your hands as you avoided eye contact. “You’d be alright with that?” 

Techno scoffed jovially, and you worried for a second that he’d been joking, but your nerves were put to rest as he reassured, “Of course I’m alright with that, we’ve been friends for how long?”

You gushed with “thank you”s, wrapping your arms excitedly around his frame before realising what you’d done and taking a step back, clearing your throat. You thanked him again, smiling up at him and feeling your heart flutter when he smiled back. 

After that, you moved in almost instantly. You didn’t have many possessions, more than half your stuff already residing at Techno’s. The issue from there quickly became how disgustingly infatuated you were with your new domestic lifestyle. During the day, Techno would go out and do errands, hunting animals or mining or visiting the nether, while you stayed home, attending to the house and looking after the many many dogs. It melted your heart when Techno arrived home, cloak coated in a layer of snow, as you were serving dinner on the table. 

The fantasising didn’t stop either. Techno ran hot, being a hybrid, so there were times when he’d be smithing or enchanting and you’d go to check in on him and find him with no shirt, sweat dripping down his body as he thanked you for whatever snack and drink you’d bought for him. You’d mutter out a quick, ‘you’re welcome’ before hurrying away. That night however, as you tried to get to sleep, you’d be stuck with the image of a shirtless Technoblade at work, face concentrated as he swept hair out of his face. That did not help the feelings at all. 

With the tension increasing day by day, you knew you couldn’t keep your admiration hidden forever, that he’d figure it out sooner or later. You just didn’t expect it to unfold how it did. 

It was evening, you and Techno were finished eating, and the two of you were sitting on the sofa as the fire blazed. You had begun to comb your fingers through Techno’s hair, as you did most nights, trying to get rid of the endless tangle he accumulated through the day. 

“I don’t know how it gets so messy,” he complained. “I just want it out the way.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to find a solution, before an idea occurred to you, “I could braid it?” 

He agreed to the offer, settling below you as you sat on the couch so you’d have better access to his hair. Gently, you began to rake your fingers through his hair, separating the strands needed for a braid. You plaited his hair, careful not to tug or hurt him, tying it off as you finished and letting him know you were done. He thanked you, admiring what he could see of the plait and complimenting your handiwork. As he sat back up, you noticed a strand you must have dropped, hanging by the side of his face. 

“Techno, there’s a hair, uh,” You gestured, trying to show him where it was and watching as he failed to tuck it behind his ear. 

Without thinking, you leaned forward and tucked it for him, only realising what you’d done as you finished tucking it, suddenly aware that his face was only inches from yours. Your cheeks burned as you saw his eyes widen as he also realised your proximity. You looked down, the eye contact becoming overwhelming. You laughed awkwardly, before going to move away, only to feel a hand embrace your cheek and pull you closer. 

And then you were kissing. It wasn’t even close to your late night imagination, and you felt like you were wordlessly pouring your heart out as the two of you melted into each other. There was passion and years of emotion and undeniable love. This was the Techno you loved. Not the blood god, not the warrior, not the executioner, this was your Techno, who made sure you slept and ate and let you borrow his clothes when the cold got to you. You pulled away eventually, needing to breathe and to wrap your head around what had just happened. 

There was a tense silence for a second, which you broke with a wide smile and half sigh, “So, what do we do now?” 

Techno smiled, eyes soft as he watched you. “I don’t know, but I like the sound of we.” 

You smiled, breathless and giddy and about to burst with emotion. “I agree, how about you just kiss me again? I don’t think I did it right,” You spoke teasingly, looking up into his eyes, instantly feeling yourself be pulled back into him, closing your eyes and revelling in the utter joy of the moment. 

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Dream

George

Just For a Night

Sapnap

Technoblade

Pink in the Night

Wilbur/Ghostbur

Revival

Philza

Tommy [platonic only]

Tubbo [platonic only]

Ranboo [platonic only]

Schlatt

Class of 2013 [Dad!Schlatt]

Fundy

Surprise

Niki

The Bakery

Quackity

Karl Jacobs

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