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𝗸𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘄 | cc!dream

kachow - cc!dream x faceless streamer!reader

synopsis: after your marriage, you would have figured things were going to go back to normal to when you weren’t married. but that didn’t seen to be the case.

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: hate comments, swearing, mention of sex.

wc: 2.3K

@faithajo24 and i may have recently watched cars 2 and this is what we made of it.

unedited.

the concept of marriage was one of the few things you had some difficulty understanding. it is only just a ring that you wear on your finger that symbolizes the romantic bond between two people. there’s also the fact that you live with someone that isn’t your mother, and share a bed with someone that isn’t your sibling on a family vacation. as straightforward as marriage may seem, your brain could hardly begin to grasp the notion of it.

and yet, here you were. a faceless streamer now streaming and very subtly and sneakily bringing up that you would soon be the concept you had trouble understanding to your audience every 5 minutes.

in all honesty, you hadn’t meant for your followers to find out about the engagement so soon, but it was only a matter of time until your excitement got the better of you. besides, finding out about the wedding was indubitable. plus, it gained you a couple thousand followers. who didn’t like a little bit of clout?

the reality was, you’re going to get married, and then your life is going to go back to the way it was. everything would smooth out and be a-ok.

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𝗸𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘄 | cc!dream

kachow - cc!dream x faceless streamer!reader

synopsis: after your marriage, you would have figured things were going to go back to normal to when you weren’t married. but that didn’t seen to be the case.

gender neutral pronouns

tw: hate comments, swearing, mention of sex.

wc: 2.3K

@faithajo24 and i may have recently watched cars 2 and this is what we made of it.

the concept of marriage was one of the few things you had some difficulty understanding. it is only just a ring that you wear on your finger that symbolizes the romantic bond between two people. there’s also the fact that you live with someone that isn’t your mother, and share a bed with someone that isn’t your sibling on a family vacation. as straightforward as marriage may seem, your brain could hardly begin to grasp the notion of it.

and yet, here you were. a faceless streamer now streaming and very subtly and sneakily bringing up that you would soon be the concept you had trouble understanding to your audience every 5 minutes.

in all honesty, you hadn't meant for your followers to find out about the engagement so soon, but it was only a matter of time until your excitement got the better of you. besides, finding out about the wedding was indubitable. plus, it gained you a couple thousand followers. who didn’t like a little bit of clout?

the reality was, you're going to get married, and then your life is going to go back to the way it was. everything would smooth out and be a-ok.

oh, how so many things changed after being married.

maybe that was a little dramatized, not much changed. but being a faceless streamer that had a fairly large audience now had your marriage all over the internet because you married another faceless streamer with a following of over twenty-three million. that was all anyone you knew could talk about.

you and your spouse had decided to tell your collective audience together on a stream through his twitch channel for those who hadn’t already known from your big mouth or for people who thought it was just your fanbase trying to create some chaos. once they had gotten wind of the news, the next time you opened twitter would be a battlefield of people analyzing why or why not people thought you were perfect for each other or people just freaking out over it. that much you could shrug off.

what you couldn’t shrug off very easily was getting number two on the trending page of twitter in under 20 minutes. also, the fact that you were right under #deeznuts made it ten times better. you were just fine with being under deez nuts ;). it was the rapid climb of taking over the trending page.

it was astonishing how much the internet cared about your personal life. did people really have nothing to do with their lives except losing their shit over your marriage? that’s a teensy bit concerning, you thought. you and dream were getting married. big whoop. they weren’t even the ones that were supposed to be freaking out, you should be going crazy, you were the one that evidently signed your life away to a relationship that’s supposed to last until death do you part. 

as much as it scared the shit out of you, you loved being married. the thought of someone being by your side forever was comforting. it also granted you the perk of always having someone to play video games with. not that you didn’t have anyone before- it just gave a different atmosphere when you played with dream after getting married.

after the wedding, you both continued streaming like normal. many had suggested settling down after marriage, but the both of you were far too passionate about your work, as ‘silly’ as it may seem. a little ring wasn’t going to change that. in fact, you had a stream tonight. the first stream you would do after the announcement on dream’s twitch.

tonight’s stream was a bit different from your usual minecraft or horror content. you decided to do a q&a for your precious viewers. they probably had questions and you might as well answer them now before a storm brewed and you would get bombarded with them.

as soon as you hit the “go live” button on twitch and set up your “starting soon”, there were already people in chat spamming things that included your name, “dream”, “married”, and “holy shit”. you couldn’t help but laugh as you scrolled through chat, waiting for people to arrive. 

“hello, everyone!” you cheered happily, the loading bar on your “starting soon” now almost fully loaded. as soon as it had, the stream took off, answering questions such as “how long have you and dream been dating?”, “would this change your streaming schedule?”, “are you going to have kids?”. there were also the odd ones like: “did you guys kiss??! no premarital kissing!”, “is dream hot?”, and last but not least “have you and dream been having the sex?”.

you answered some questions about your personal life you were comfortable with, but there was one specific person that seemed to really want an answer and kept nagging you with the question, “why did dream marry you out of all people?”. 

it would’ve been easy to ignore if it was just once, but they kept spamming the phrase over and over again to the point that it took up a good portion of your chat box. it was impossible for you to avoid. 

eager to make their question disappear from your chat, you answered out of spite. you could’ve just let your mods take care of them, but it was better to shut it down before it continued to cause issues.

“i don’t know, maybe because he loves me?” you said lightheartedly, a strange feeling churning in your stomach. regardless, you made light over the situation.

moving on, you kept answering until some other person started asking a new impolite question. 

“what does he even see in you?” filled your chat from another couple of people who joined the train of asking insanely rude stuff.

your mods had muted them for spamming, but that wasn’t enough for it to be completely cleared from your brain. you knew that your relationship was authentic, but it still felt like someone rubbing salt in a wound.

out of nowhere, your chat started spamming your husband’s name. you quirked your brow. was he in your chat somewhere? what was going on?

without delay, you could see that your husband, who was watching your stream from another room, started to tell off the commenter through chat himself. that would sure shut the commenter up for good. 

shooting a quick message to your husband, you hummed a tune, waiting for a response back. you had told him that he didn’t need to defend you and that you were fine. but your conversation was cut short when you suddenly got a donation.

“thank you for the six months,” you said graciously, a smile springing to your lips. “because you’re married, will there be a face reveal soon?” you read out the message. you took a moment to think on this one. “well, as dream has said multiple times, he’s been wanting to do a face reveal sometime this year and i’ll probably do it along with him! not quite sure yet!” your cheery tone slowly faded as you read more messages.

“imagine when the face reveal happens we see dream sitting next to an ugly toad.” you read out from the chat. you blinked a couple times, processing the words. “i mean, hey, frogs are a vibe, dude. that’d be an honor.” again, you disregarded the negative comment. once again, dream was quick to fire back with a snarky response. 

while he completely tore them apart, you were beginning to worry for his public image. he had grown so much over the couple of months and it would be a shame if he threw all of that away in a matter of seconds just for defending you. there were all sorts of people out there, just waiting for a chance to “expose dream” in any way. the possibility of people posting screenshots of dream’s messages out of context and slapping on some clout chasing title like “dream rude to his fans??!!?1!!1?” was sadly high and bound to happen at some point.

you heard a vibration from your phone that sat on your desk, the screen lighting up. you grabbed it and checked the notification.

it was dream.

“these assholes need to know that i love you.” he had messaged you.

you muted your mic and let out a sigh as you typed back your response. “i’ll be fine. people are going to use your messages against you, you can stop telling them off. i love you.”

without a beat, dream responded back with, “who cares? i love you.”

your heart swelled at the thought of dream willing to soil his image on behalf of you. of course, you would never want it to actually happen, but it truly meant a lot that he would stick up for you. he may be a hothead and sometimes his hotheadedness only makes situations worse, but in this instance, you were grateful for it. 

you put your phone down and unmuted your mic. letting out a small sigh, you began to hype up chat from the awkward silence. “alright! come on guys, keep asking me some stuff!”

you carried on with your stream, continuing to answer the viewers inquiries. the night was long and there were definitely more people commenting rude things about you and your relationship. they seemed to keep multiplying. you could hardly give a shit. you began to just ignore them and let your mods handle their persistence to rile you up. besides, there were your real fans that were there and they were going to support you one hundred percent of the way.

about an hour and a half into the stream later, everything had been going well. your mods handled enough people to make it so that there were hardly any hate comments. there were the few comments here and there but nothing you couldn’t handle.

dream had stopped acknowledging nasty people in chat and started participating more and only chatting when he wanted to. he would answer questions sometimes for you as well as show his love as cringe as it may be.

right when you were about to end the stream and hit the hay, an all too familiar face entered the room. you spun around in your swivel chair to face your spouse, giving him a confused look that basically said “why the hell are you here?” in the kindest way possible.

“can i say something to the viewers real quick?” he whispered quietly enough so the vibrations of his deep voice didn’t get picked up by the microphone. you gave him a death stare, just wanting to get the stream over with so your droopy eyelids can finally close. 

noticing that you weren’t making a move to answer, he interrupted your silent stare, “what? you want me to say ‘may i’?” you let out a scoff as he continued on, “it’ll be really fast, like faster than lightning mcqueen at the piston cup fast. please just let me do it, then we can sleep.” god he was cute when he begged. watching cars the other night was a bad idea. you rolled your eyes and nodded, motioning for him to come over.

as he walked over next to your chair, he had on the biggest smile for his tiny little victory. “dream wants to say something before i end the stream, so i’m passing the mic to him,” you said, lacking enthusiasm as you removed the headset from your ears and put it onto his. 

he greeted your stream and carried on with what he just had to say to your viewers, “i love my spouse, and i want literally everyone to know it. i love them in a really big kind of way where it doesn’t matter that they have a terrible taste in music, or takes up all the hot water in their hour-long shower, or is absolutely a terrible driver. it doesn’t matter because i am the best version of myself with them,” he took a pause, face full of pride. you were mostly touched by his remarks, “anywho, say a shitty word about my spouse again and i’ll fuc-“

“oh-kayyyyy,” you quickly cut in, putting the headset back on your head before your impetuous husband could get in another word. “thank you, dream. i love you too, in a big kind of way where i still love you even when you try to threaten my viewers. goodnight, everybody! take care,” you ended the odd stream. you exhaled a big sigh which turned into a yawn.

dream tugged at your sleeves lightly, making you look up at him with a curious glance and half closed eyelids. he tugged again a little more forcefully, signaling that he wanted you to stand up. obliging, your arms found their way wrapped around your husband's upper body, leaving you almost hanging from his neck. “thank you,” you mumbled, burying your head further into his chest. his hands held onto your waist, pulling you closer. even though he ended up intimidating your entire audience, he always meant well and it made you feel so much better.

“mmm,” he replied, seemingly just as tired as you were, “let’s sleep.” you both stood there for a while, not wanting to break each other’s embrace. it was so warm in that position, and you were too fatigued to move.

“like now? or are we just going to stand here?” you looked up to him and said, he let out a little laugh.

“yeah, like now,” he gave a grin before picking you up bridal style, carrying you to your bedroom. you gasped in surprise as dream suddenly lifted you, but then started giggling as he threw you onto your bed. he joined you by plopping himself right next to you.

after you both settled down, you were in a position where dream’s chest was pressed against your back, spooning you. he held you tightly, a hand on your hair as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo. “so how was that for faster than lightning mcqueen?” he spoke, his voice laced with cockiness as he whispered into your ear with a sleepy voice.

smirking, you flipped your body over, facing him to meet his face, now nose to nose. “all i can say is ‘kachow’!”

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written by me, added on & edited by @faithajo24​.

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[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀 | cc!wilbur soot

the words of ray simmons - cc!wilbur soot x reader

synopsis: you, tommy, and your boyfriend wilbur were to identify the ghost and get out of there. however, some things went a bit off the rails.

tw: slight gore, character death, swearing, uhh horrific themes and a slight anxiety/panic attack.

word count: 3.2K

bonus: this has a lot of platonic mr. tommyinnit content :)

the shrilling sound of screaming from yourself and the young boy behind you rang in your ears as your heartbeat raced with such an intensity you swore your heart was going to combust. the two of you were running as fast as you could down the hallway of the second floor of a suburban home, rushing to get to the stairs and out the front door.

“i can’t die now, i have wives to please!” tommy shouted from behind you, a figure chasing the two of you. you didn’t dare turn around and face it.

“it’s ok, tommy! i have jesus!” you said pulling out a crucifix from your pocket, sticking it in front of you as you ran. the flashlights you two were holding flickered, telling you the ghost was still chasing you relentlessly.

“why didn’t you place it earlier?!” tommy shouted at you as the two of you ran. “you could’ve prevented this thing from hunting us in the first place!”

“i’m sorry, tommy! i didn’t realize that this was all my fault!” you shouted back sarcastically.

“wilbur! wilbur!” tommy called as you both ran around the kitchen with the ghost still chasing you. it was no use, wilbur wouldn’t be able to hear him. at least not until the ghost gave up and the hunt ended. then the radios would begin to work again with the ghost not blocking the frequencies any longer.

this was only tommy’s third ghost hunt and his first time being hunted. to say he was panicking was an understatement.

as your boyfriend sat perfectly safe in the van, you and tommy were forced to run like mad lads around a living room with every exit locked.

you turned the corner finding yourselves in a hallway with doors. you two quickly got to the furthest room and opened it, hurrying in.

shutting the door behind you, you held it closed with your body weight while tommy breathed heavily, shaken up.

a few minutes passed with the two of you like this when finally your flashlights came back on normally and your heartbeat began to normalize, the adrenaline leaving your body.

tommy stopped, flicked the switch on the wall, and turned on the light in what seemed to be a child’s bedroom. a sigh released from his lips, “the wives will be pleased.”

as you let out a small laugh, you could hear over your walky-talky the voice of your boyfriend, wilbur soot from the van. “y/n? tommy? are you guys good?” he asked.

“we’re fine. this thing will hunt in groups, apparently. it doesn’t target specific people it seems.” you informed him, letting him know that the creature was in fact dangerous.

you and tommy exited the room, making your way outside, heading back to find wilbur.

wilbur clicked his tongue. “yeah, as soon as you guys entered the room of the ghost, ghost activity spiked.” he mentioned. “during the hunt, ghost activity went off the charts.”

“yeah, that’s what happens during hunts, wil.” tommy said, matter-of-factly as if he knew so much about ghost hunting and yet he was still a newbie.

“shut up, dickhead.” wilbur responded, a small giggle released from your mouth. you shook your head with a soft smile. there was the brotherly bickering between the two that everyone knew and loved.

“how’s our sanity looking, wil?” you said as you headed out the door of the haunted house, tommy behind you. you decided it was best to get back on track if you wanted to get this job done as soon as possible.

“sanity is looking fine for right now, tommy’s is a little lower than yours, love. which explains a lot, really,” he said, egging tommy on.

tommy was quick to respond as soon as you two entered the van. “oh shut up, you big fuckin-“

you turned around to stare at tommy with a small glare. he closed his mouth slowly, taking the hint.

wilbur passed the two of you, walking to the equipment, picking up an emf reader. “i’ll go in with the emf. it’s the upstairs bathroom, right?”

you nodded in confirmation. “right. be careful, wil. this thing is vicious.” he nodded, putting on a headcam similar to the one you were wearing so anyone could watch from the van.

“actually, tommy, why don’t you stay here? i’ll go with wil to place down the book so we can check for ghost writing.” you suggested, turning your head to look at the blonde-haired teen.

“what? why?” he protested. “i can go too!” he spread his arms, looking at you like a child that had just been rejected- which was exactly what he was. “i’m a big man, y/n! tell them wil!” he looked to wilbur expectantly.

wilbur turned to him, looking him up and down, wrinkling up his nose and shaking his head. “no.”

pointing to a monitor on the wall, you showed tommy his sanity percentage projecting on the large screen. “your sanity is gonna drop every second you step foot in there. mine’s a little higher than yours. it only makes sense that i go in before you so that you don’t lose too much. plus, this is still only your second time doing this. something could easily go wrong.”

“third.”

“plus,” wilbur chimed in, stopping for a moment. “we wouldn’t want the wives to be upset if we lost you.” you turned, grabbing the journal from one of the supply shelves and let out a small laugh. he put an around arm your shoulder, leaning some of his weight onto you.

“pft, yeah. exactly.” you agreed, lifting your head to flash wilbur a smile. he looked to you and gave you a similar one, his brown eyes staring into your own.

tommy watched from where he stood as the two of you did your weird “couple thing” while you both made fun of the boy. his eyes narrowed and his whole face scrunched as he let out a groan. “uuugggh. you two are disgusting!”

“oh, tommy.” wilbur sighed. “still so much to learn.” he released you and exited the van with you following him.

“we’d better get this job done quickly. this ghost is only going to get angrier.” you mentioned, finally getting back to business.

“yeah, well, tell that to the innit man himself. he’s the one who kept getting sidetracked.” wilbur mumbled as you entered the family home’s entrance, turning on your flashlights so you could see where you were going.

“wil, don’t bully the kid, he’s still getting a hang of things. and it isn’t just him that’s getting sidetracked.”

“wilbur? y/n? wilbuuuur.” as if on cue, the voice of a teenager rang through your ears on your walkie-talkies.

with a groan, wilbur grabbed the small device and clicked it on. “what, child?”

“the ghost’s name is ray simmons,” he said loudly, making your ears hurt.

“jesus, tommy, back up from the microphone,” you complained, turning the corner and heading up the stairs of the home.

“is this good?” his voice was only louder making your ears hurt even more. you’ve never wanted to hit a child more than now.

“alright, bye tommy.” you grumbled and shut off your device. “how did you meet this kid again?” you asked wilbur who was trailing behind you. he only let out a chuckle after shrugging.

with a roll of your eyes, you opened the door of the ghost infested bathroom and placed the book on the sink. you waited for wilbur to scan the room for emf, letting him check everything.

“oh, here,” he said as he just remembered something, “look for fingerprints or something with the uv light.” he tossed the uv flashlight to you. you caught it swiftly and clicked it on, shutting off the lights in the room. you started with the door, finding nothing there. you then surveyed the rest of the room, again, finding nothing.

“nothing with the uv. let’s get out of the room for a bit and check the cams. then we can come back and look for writing.” you suggested as wilbur pocketed the emf reader.

tommy and yourself had already set up a camera in the corner of the bathroom to look for a ghost orb and checked for freezing temperatures upon your first time entering the room. you already knew it was freezing the minute you walked into the room, it literally felt like a freezer. but it didn't hurt to check and you were correct. the room was in fact below freezing.

“actually, i think we have our answer for ghost writing.” wilbur pointed to the book with his flashlight from where he stood, illuminating it, and revealing some odd drawings.

“well, quite the artist this one,” you muttered, staring at the strange demonic drawings. wilbur came up from behind you, getting a closer observation of the obscure drawings.

“we’ve got ghost writing, fingerprints. all we need is one more piece of evidence and we’ve got our ghost,” he said, moving to the door to exit. “let’s head back to the van and watch the cams.” with a nod, you followed him out, closing the door behind you two.

entering the van, you noticed something wrong.

“wilbur?” you called, turning your head to see wilbur still walking back.

“yeah?” he looked up to you.

“where the hell is tommy?”

“shit.” wilbur cursed under his breath, observing the inside of the van to find no sight of the teenager. picking up his communication device, he quickly clicked it on. “tommy?” he called.

after a few seconds, you finally got a response. “hi, wilbur!” the boy said, a bit of static also playing through the device.

“tommy? where the fuck are you?”

“i’m ghost hunting, wil!” he shouted into the comms.

you went into the computer and clicked the mouse to watch the camera you had set up in the room.

“no ghost orb.” you told wil. you watched as tommy entered the bathroom on the monitor. “tommy, get your ass out here.” you grabbed the walky-talky from wil’s hand and put it up to your own mouth.

“no can do, y/n! i’m talking to ray simmons currently.” he said to you.

“don’t say it’s name-“

“ray says to leave me alone. we’re talking!” if him and the ghost are talking, that could only mean that tommy was using the spirit box or the ouija board.

“fuck.” you thrusted the walky-talky into wilbur’s chest and walked over to the supply shelves picking up some sanity pills. you popped them into your mouth and swallowed them. stuffing some more into your pocket, you gathered a smudge stick and lighter in case things got a bit out of hand.

“y/n, what are you doing?” wilbur asked as he watched you equip all of your things. he stared at you with a curious look.

“i’m getting our wifehaver.” quickly, you turned on your heel and sped to the house.

“be careful, love!” he shouted to you, worried for your safety. however, he trusted you. you both had been in this job for a while. you knew what you were doing.

storming into the house, you quickly ran up the stairs to the ghost room and opened the door with great force. you found tommy sitting in the tub with the spirit box in hand.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you shouted at tommy, quickly grabbing the box from his hand.

tommy looked up to you, looking confused as hell. “what? i’m talking to ray simmons!” speedily, you clasped a hand over his mouth.

“don’t say the ghost’s name, idiot.” grabbing him by his arm, you pulled him up by his feet and made a beeline to the door. you shoved the sanity pills into his hand, forcing him to take them. “what did it say to you?” you asked, aggravated. he was so stupid, going in alone like that. he could’ve died.

“turns out mr. simmons is quite old! he was also telling me the letter ‘e’ quite often for some reason.”

lifting your walky-talky, you called for wilbur. “yeah?” you heard wil’s soft voice from your end.

“tommy managed to get our last piece of evidence. spirit box. it’s a demon.” you told him, making your way down the steps, tommy tagging along.

“if it’s a demon, it can start hunting at any moment. get out of there, now.” wilbur suggested. you of course already knew that. you didn’t want to stick around any longer than you had to. demons were always very aggressive.

“anything else that it said to you, tommy?” you asked him out of curiosity. as you got close to your escape, you felt a sense of relief. you now had all your evidence. the three of you could pack up and take your pay, and head home. the exterminators could do the rest.

“i think he said the word “ill”.” he shrugged it off. “or maybe it was “kill”? ray is a bit mental, aye?” immediately, you turned your head to tommy with a very troubled expression.

“what?”

as soon as the word had left your mouth, the door in front of you slammed shut. you let go of tommy and ran over to it, trying to open it with all your might.

“oh fuckin’ shitting hell.” you cursed aggressively. you grabbed tommy and pulled him next to you, keeping a protective stance with him behind you.

“wilbur?” you talked into your comms, seeing if you could get a hold of him at all. “wilbur?”

“y/n?” you could hardly make out due to the large amount of static and blockage in your communication. “get- there- now. huntin-“ you couldn’t understand him, but you knew he was telling you to get the hell out of there and you were definitely trying.

tommy shook your arm from behind you, confused and freaking out. “uhhmmm, y/n? y/n? what’s happened?”

“it’s hunting, tommy. you kept saying it’s name and now it’s angry.” you grumbled.

“yeah? well ray’s a pussy.” he argued.

“tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck-“

“aaaahhh!” tommy shouted, pointing in front of you. directing your gaze to the direction that tommy pointed in, your eyes widened at the thing you now were looking at. the adrenaline you had pent up earlier from the chase before now came rushing back.

there in front of you stood a tall man with his face completely drained of color and eyes that were so empty they sent a chill down your spine. his left arm was missing with a hunk of bone sticking out of his flesh and his clothes were completely torn up.

you grabbed tommy, shoved him in front of you and started bolting as the thing chased you.

“dammit, run, tommy!” sprinting, you two made a run for it through the kitchen, and into the dining area, circling around that area a couple times.

“leave us alone, bitch!” tommy shouted to the demon as he started running for the garage.

“tommy! no!” you cried to him, trying to stop him by grabbing his arm, but he was already entering the garage.

unfortunately, before you could warn tommy, the demon detected him and chased him in there where he would be completely cornered.

darting to the garage door, you grabbed the smudge stick and prepared to light it with the lighter you had taken in with you.

peeking in, you saw tommy in the far corner of the garage, there was no way he could escape from the demon in time to make it out alive. you had to do something and fast.

you motioned to light the smudge stick and jump in to save tommy, but with all the pressure and anxiety you were feeling, your hands fumbled and the lighter fell from your hands.

“fuck!” you hissed, picking it up swiftly.

an alarming scream hit your ears, forcing you to turn and look. you wish you hadn’t.

“shit, tommy!” you roared, rushing in no matter what danger there was.

entering the garage, you didn’t see the demon in sight. it seemed to have gone elsewhere, deciding it had done its job.

in the corner of the garage sat tommy, motionless and limp.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, repeated in your head as you ran over to his body, dropping the stick and lighter on the ground to touch tommy, trying to shake him awake. “tommy, come on.” you cried out as if he could hear you.

you heard rapid footsteps making their way towards you. grabbing the smudge stick and lighter, you flicked the lighter on, prepared.

bursting in was your boyfriend wilbur, out of breath and panting, searching for you. “y/n! i saw it on your headcam! what’s-“

once he caught sight of you, he let out a deep exhale and stopped in the middle of his sentence. but he could sense something was wrong. “y/n.” he breathed your name, walking over to you as you relaxed with the smudge stick and lighter.

“tommy. he’s-“ you fell apart, breaking into a state of just absolute panic and anxiety. shaking all over, your breathing was all over the place. you grabbed at your hair, tugging slightly to feel pressure on your skull. “fuck. he was- the demon- he’s dead.” you cried out.

wilbur grabbed your wrists tightly, forcing you to let go of your hair. “oh, love.” he sighed, pulling your body to him, placing your hands around his neck and burying your face in his chest while he buried his own into your hair, breathing in your scent.

the two of you stayed like this, your eyes never leaving tommy’s cold body. wilbur took notice of this and finally pulled away, grabbing your face, opting you to stare into his eyes. “hey. you’re ok. you did everything you could.” he told you, trying to reassure you. “you’re ok. yeah?”

you nodded your head, letting out a few shaky breaths. the both of you stood up and headed for the door.

“let’s get out of here.” wilbur put an around you, rubbing your shoulder gently, calming you down slowly.

entering the van, you both sighed. after that job, you knew things would be a bit different now. you would have to be more careful next time you took tommy ghost hunting.

“well, at least it was tommy and not you.” wilbur said with optimism. you turned to him giving him a small smile.

“yeah, but now he’s going to hold a grudge against me and try and get me killed all of next round.” you grumbled.

clicking a few keys on your keyboard, you marked the ghost type as a demon and started up the van, making your way back to the lobby.

there in the lobby, stood tommy’s character. immediately as he saw you two, he unmuted on discord and started shouting and cursing both of you out.

“you two are so fucking disgusting! while i died you two were doing your couple shit and making out through the game and all that disgusting shit!” he blasted into his microphone. “while my chat went ‘aww so cute!’ i was laying there dead and couldn’t do anything about it, you dickheads!”

you and wilbur couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “oh, tommy. we love playing phasmophobia with you too.”

(bonus) tommy’s pov:

as tommy watched in his ghostly form, y/n and wilbur’s characters stared at each, their heads completely inside each other’s, causing the game to combine them. with a disgusted tone, he huffed. “you motherfuckers.”

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edited by @faithajo24​.

taglist: @etheriaaly

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 | cc!dream

sit with me - cc!dream x reader

synopsis: you get home from work rather quickly because your boyfriend texted you telling you he wants you to sit with him while he worked. who were you to say no?

-ˏˋ 📩 ˎˊ- requested: i accidentally deleted the request but here it was: hi! imagine dream and y/n in bed and dream just turning to y/n and saying “i love you” out of no where. like knjkhlal this might be bad but like 👀

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none unless you consider fluff and possible speeding down a street with good reason

word count: 1.1K

with a click, you opened the door to your apartment and breathed in the scent of your beloved home. the scent bringing you a relief to be able to relax after your twelve hour shift and made your serotonin levels go off the charts.

with a content sigh, you tossed your keys onto the wooden kitchen table and made your way to the living room, a cozy couch just waiting for you and your exhausted ass.

despite the thought of a long and well deserved rest you needed as you stared longingly at the seat, you had something more important to do rather than scroll through endless pages of the internet.

it had been far too long since you’ve gotten to see your boyfriend, dream. you wanted nothing more than to be greeted by him and then immediately drag him to bed with you.

he had texted you minutes before you had arrived home that he wanted you to sit with him. it was what caused you to drive sixty down a road with a thirty-five miles per hour speed limit.

he must’ve been in his office if he hadn't heard you come through the door. he was always cooped up in there, but you didn’t mind. it made it easier to find out where he was on nights where you were feeling especially clingy.

you went to the door that formerly opened to the guest bedroom, but you and dream decided it was much better suited as an office.

when you got there, you knocked, waiting patiently for dream to prepare for you to enter. you were able to hear the clicking of a keyboard and dream’s faint voice talking into his microphone.

after giving him a few seconds, you let yourself in and saw him sitting at his desk, obviously busy. you were a little disappointed to see the twitch tab open on his monitor, but still put on a big smile as you remembered that he wanted you to sit with him while he was streaming. you poked your head around the door frame to make sure your presence was known.

“hi, i’m home,” you said softly, staring at your very sleep deprived looking boyfriend. dream muted himself and turned to you, taking his headset off.

he always took his headset off for you. it let you know that he was really listening to you. “hi, babe,” he said with a big grin on his face, staring at you with his big emerald loving eyes. your heart melted upon the sight of him staring at you with such a blissful, calming expression.

he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over. so it seemed you would be getting that well deserved rest after all.

strolling over, you gave him a quick peck on his lips before seating yourself comfortably on his lap. you buried your head in his chest as he reached over for his headset to put it back on again.

“sit here with me while i finish up?” he asked you gently, as he adjusted his headset. a nod of your head giving him confirmation to continue with his stream.

you’d done this a couple times with him. on particular days like these, it was becoming more frequent ever since your job gave you more hours.

no one knew of your relationship with dream except the two of you and perhaps a few of the closest people in your lives. you were content with that and wished it to stay that way for as long as possible.

you trusted dream to not disclose your relationship to the public without your consent. he was always keen on letting you in on things that both of you decided would be best in your relationship.

you just listened as he answered questions from chat and ran around in a minecraft world he had just generated. you felt the low vibrations against your head every time he spoke a word due to your head being right against his chest.

you could feel your eyes slowly begin to feel heavier and heavier, the weight eventually causing you to fully shut your eyes.

a feeling of warmth on top of your head eliciting you further into your sleepy state. dream’s hand had made it on top of your head, rubbing circular motions as he continued talking to his chat. he switched between his keyboard and your head every so often, keeping up with this pattern for at least another quarter to an hour.

finally, he wrapped up his stream saying his farewell to his viewers and ending the long stream. “y/n?” he said ever so delicately as to not awaken you in case you were asleep.

you hummed a quiet “hm?” in response, on the brink of slumber.

“let’s go to sleep, baby.” he tapped your thigh lightly, going back to massaging the circles into your temples at the same time.

you nodded in response, eyes still closed with no effort to open them. dream sighed before standing up, swinging you over his arms to carry you to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you on your bed, telling you to sit up so he could help you change into sleepwear, all doing so with you practically half asleep.

finally, you were both under the covers and pressed against each other, dream with an arm around you fondly. you snuggled up to him, letting out a doting sigh.

your motionless body led dream to deem you sound asleep so he did the same, at least you thought he did.

“i love you,” you heard him whisper to your presumed asleep self. he had never said those three words to you before. those three words made you feel like a thousand butterflies were fluttering in your stomach and just all around your body. you’ve heard those words being said millions of times from people like your family, but you had never felt those words until now. you never wanted to stop feeling them. your brain was about to shut down before, but it was wide awake now with a million thoughts flaring up with what to respond with.

“i love you too,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. you had been scared to say it before, thinking he didn’t love you back. but now you were invincible, there was no fear behind a single syllable.

there were more noises of sheets and blankets being moved around as he pressed his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. he kissed the crook of your neck ever so gently before burying his face in there, taking in your scent and holding you tight. not a single word was spoken after both of your confessions, but over a thousand words were said.

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written by @faithajo24, added on & edited by me.

taglist: @etheriaaly

[juliasjustanidiot]

messenger pigeon

click here to go back to the masterlist.

synopsis: deciding to check up on your friends after a long while, you find yourself thrown into a situation involving a blonde teenage boy and a green cloaked man with a mask.

Chapter 1: morning

Chapter 2: dove

Chapter 3: pigeon

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 | c!quackity

bargaining business - c!quackity x reader

synopsis: y/n and quackity are in business together. when y/n doesn’t get the payment they think is right, they threaten to quit. now, quackity has to be more convincing.

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

tw: none.

word count: 1.1K

doing business with quackity made things both easy and hard for you. for example, you could easily make a quick buck in return for handing over materials you collected that would go to quackity’s new sort of attraction to make even more money in. las nevadas or whatever he had called it. the difficult part? grinding your ass off for hours to only receive a tiny payment each week.

you’d only gotten enough payment to supply you for at least a month and you had been working over the course of eight weeks. that’s how terrible it had been. you figured that it was time to bargain with your boss for a raise.

“absolutely not.” was a slap to the face. you blinked several times, wondering if you had heard that right.

“pardon?” you questioned, baffled.

“the answer’s no.” quackity confirmed, stalking over to you with a stern expression. a possible attempt to intimidate you? you weren’t quite sure, considering that this man was only 5’8 in height.

“what? why?” you shouted, angered at how quickly he dismissed you. “i earn barely enough to last me a month! i’ve been working for you for several weeks! that’s ridiculous!” 

quackity just let out a long sigh and shrugged. “hey, look. i get where you’re coming from. you think you deserve more pay because of how hard you work. ok, sure. but i only pay the amount of money i think you’re worth. that’s just business.” once again, he said nonchalantly, insulting you in the process.

“you think i’m worth a measly ten diamonds a week?” you said as you stood before him, fully decked out in your netherite armor along with your netherite tools. 

quackity paused a moment, clearly weighing his word choices. “uh. yeah.” he said, before letting out a small laugh. he was obviously not taking you very seriously.

“fine then!” you growled. “if i quit, how much would my worth go up? because it seems like your lazy ass wouldn’t be able to make las nevadas without me to get the materials.” 

“you can’t quit.” he said simply with a small smile on his face. he was so goddamn full of himself, it made you want to punt the short man ten feet.

“and why not? i could easily mine out what you’re paying me tenfold if i wanted to. the only reason I’m not is because you looked like you needed help and i decided to not be an asshole about it at first because i assumed you would eventually pay me more.” you shot at him, crossing your arms over your chest to seem confident, when in reality, you really just wanted to explode and go off on him even further than you already were.

quackity again, only stood and processed your words, doing it all with a snigger. “you fucking wouldn’t quit.” 

“why not?” you uncrossed your arms, genuinely curious. you couldn’t think of a single reason as to why you wouldn’t want to quit when you were literally being put in poverty by this man. perhaps there was only one specific reason, but he didn’t know that. even if he did, it would be a stupid reason to go broke because of it. you were in the business to be decently paid.

“because,” his voice suddenly got huskier and dropped an octave, “you like me.”

the minute quackity uttered that sentence, he knew he had struck gold. he could tell just based on how you reacted. face flushed, breathing hitched, and a singular body flinch. he wanted to laugh so hard, but he didn’t. “don’t think i didn’t notice the little smile you reserve just for me. or the instant you see me, your posture straightens, stiff as a board. hell, was the only reason you came to work for me because of the fact that it was me?” he embarrassed you, making you feel a humiliating pit in your stomach.

“shut up, dude! i don’t!” you stammered, mortified. you let out a single panicked laugh, still red in the face. “that’s just the strangest bullshit i’ve heard.”

you could see him laughing at your attempt to make an argument against his statement. “oh my god, you do!” he continued on, the fit of laughter only getting more and more annoying.

“i really don’t, dickhead!” you said, making an effort to recover from your flustered phase. 

“come on, y/n!” he said with a flirtatious tone, whispering in your ear, finding your weak point. “i knew from the minute you started.” he just kept taunting you, completely ignoring the fact that you can literally just kill him right there with your sword. but you didn’t.

you pushed him away from you, forcing him backwards a few feet away from you. “even if i did like you, quackity- which i don’t!” you snarled, “it wouldn’t determine whether i would quit my job, asshole.” 

“ouch, y/n.” he responded, feigning a hurt expression. “fine then. you keep getting me materials, i’ll bump your pay to thirty a week. good?”

“fifty.” you bargained.

“thirty. plus, when this place opens up and starts booming, i’ll give you ten percent if you continue to work for me. deal?” quackity suggested, giving you a teasing smile. 

“i’m not becoming a stripper.” you stated. that was below your dignity. 

quackity barked out a laugh at this. “i wasn’t asking you to become a stripper.”

“then why the ten percent?” you questioned.

quackity only shrugged. “cause,” he put his hands on your face and leaned in close until his lips meant yours. shocked by his sudden move, you hesitated to return the kiss. all of these weeks he has been treating you like his own personal peasant, and now he’s kissing you? what the fuck? maybe he reciprocated your feelings. he pulled away from your lips, his own face just a tiny bit flustered, as opposed to a complete tomato like yourself. “i want to work closely with you.”

you stared into his dark eyes, taken aback by his words. quackity wanted to work closely with you. that was certainly not what you had in mind. the whole kiss was not what you had in mind. you met his gaze, mouth still partly opened. you found yourself straying away from his eyes and surveying the rest of him. his dark hair framed his face perfectly.

you found yourself missing the feeling of his lips against yours. reaching out, you grabbed him by his face and pulled him in, kissing him strongly, this time confident in yourself. he immediately kissed you back, putting his arms around you, his hands on your back and leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. 

“deal.” you muttered, finally pulling away, gasping for air.

“what?” he asked, not hearing you the first time.

“i said ‘deal’, bitch boy.” you said with swollen lips.

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written by me & edited by @faithajo24​

taglist: @aiyncel  @etheriaaly

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 | c!technoblade

the struggles of parenting - c!technoblade x reader

synopsis: technoblade thinks he wouldn’t be the best dad when you  tell him you’re pregnant. However, he won’t know until he does it!

pronouns not mentioned, suggests female.

tw: female pregnancy, demon child

wc: 1.7K

italics represent future activities. This can also be seen as a continuation off of the scent of estrogen which was written previously by @faithajo24.

as you stared at your partner, you noticed the look of uncertainty plastered on his face. you patiently waited for him to process the news you had just told him. you honestly didn’t think it would take him ten whole minutes to process the fact that you were pregnant.

what’s there to process? you have a kid growing inside you, boom. you supposed there was also the lugging around a child that you would have to eat double to feed. going to the bathroom more frequently, random mood switches, and constant feeling of dizziness whenever you stand up, but techno didn’t have to deal with that. all he had to do was make sure you had every single food you craved-- which may change by the hour, but that’s not that big of a deal. he also had to rub your swollen feet sometimes, but hey, he signed up for that when he decided to knock you up.

in eight months, there would be a ton of wailing, a whole lotta shit around the place, and nights of listening to loud crying, trying to figure out what the small child wanted. it wasn’t that bad for him. sheesh.

“techno?” you called out after the twelfth minute passed. he just continued to stare at your stomach with wide eyes. the piglin hybrid hadn’t moved from his spot.

“this is not good.” were the first four words he chose at that moment. a large amount of hurt began to settle as you stared at your partner with disbelief.

“what?” was all you could manage to mutter. an expanding feeling of sadness overwhelming you. techno stared up at you meeting your gaze.

“we can’t be parents! i can’t raise a-a” he struggled to form a sentence, failing at getting out how he felt. the shock of practically being rejected consumed you, any happiness you were feeling before all completely disappeared.

“is there something wrong with raising a kid with me?” anger bubbling through your words.

“you? god, no, y/n! it’s not you! it’s me!” he corrected, standing from his chair, reaching out for you. his heart throbbed as he watched you move away from him.

“fuck you.” you uttered, turning on your heel to go to the exit of techno’s cabin. suddenly, you felt a grasp around your wrist, restricting you from moving any further.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. that came out wrong.” he paused for a moment. he opened his mouth only to close it.

“yes, techno?” you said, your words laced with poison. whatever he wanted to say, he should get it out now before you start lighting things on fire with your new crazy pregnancy mood.

“i just don’t think-” he sucked in a breath, hesitating. “that i would be the greatest dad.” you cocked your head to the side, listening to his reasoning.

at this point, you weren’t sure if you should be angry at your partner for thinking he would be a terrible parent, sad for thinking himself unfit, or happy that you weren’t the problem. you decided to feel all three. “why?” was what seemed to spill from your mouth.

you didn’t understand how technoblade, the man who took in tommy when he finally recognized dream’s abuse, technoblade, the man who let ranboo move in around the area when he had nowhere to go, technoblade, the man that you loved with all your heart, couldn’t see himself as an amazing father to your child.

techno just stared at you, his red eyes expressing his affection for you perfectly. “why don’t you think you’d be the greatest dad?” you repeated, awaiting an answer patiently.

“well… there’s-there's feeding the kid!” you almost let out a howl of laughter. “what do you even feed something that small? it’s ridiculous! if i were to shove anything down that small of a throat, it would choke and die, alright? what more can i say?”

“please don’t shove anything down our future kid’s mouth.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but it was just a thought and it can happen.”

“alright, kid.” you settled yourself on a chair in front of your kid who sat in their own chair with a chest in between the two of you to act as a makeshift table. “what do you eat?” you mumbled, staring down the smaller version of your now one month anniversary husband, but less piglin, and more cute like you.

the child just gawked at you with a big toothless grin, absolutely radiating with cuteness. “fuck, techno. it’s doing it again.” you called to your husband who was on the floor above, enchanting some armor for your little one, insisting that they needed protection despite the fact that you’ve told him numerous times that the worst thing that could happen to them is tommy getting ahold of them.

“y/n, don’t look them in the eyes! it’s when you look at them there that they get you!” he called from above.

“too late!” you hollered back, sucked into the action of looking your kid directly in their soft eyes.

with a sigh and a grumble, you heard the creaking of techno’s footsteps coming down the ladder to find you propped up on a chair and staring at your child indefinitely with an expression of utter joy as if you were entranced in their absolute adorableness.

he stalked over, picking up the tiny thing compared to him and holding them against his chest. the baby let out a squeal of extreme happiness. he took the spoon you had set down on the chest in front of you and grabbed a spoonful of the supposedly edible concoction you made for your baby.

you watched in awe as techno spoon-fed your child with a calm, affectionate look towards them. it made your heart swell with solitude.

“and-and changing it! changing the shit holder- the diaper! whatever!” he counted off the next reason.

“the… shit holder?” you asked with a look of half amusement and half confusion.

“shut up, alright? i have no clue how to be a dad.”

as you tried to tug the snuggie on your smelly child’s lower half, you struggled and watched it come undone for what you assumed to be the eighth time.

techno walked over and with a grunt said, “you’re doing it wrong.”

you huffed, “ho’kay, if i’m doing it wrong, you do it then.” you said with some attitude stepping to the side from the changing bench he installed for when your baby needed a diaper change.

he let out a small chuckle before taking over, your baby’s face lighting up when they saw they’re father in their line of sight.

swiftly and efficiently, the diaper was on. correctly. way better than you’d ever been able to do and way faster.

“you’re doing that from now on,” you hummed with annoyance, taking your child into your arms and kissing them on the cheek. “i’m not smelling baby shit for more than 30 minutes, trying to put on a diaper when my husband can do it in one.”

techno was about to protest, but stopped and held a smirk on his face. “then you’re throwing these out from now on.” he pointed to the already used diaper.

your mouth hung open before you closed it and bitterly responded with a “fine.”

“crying. what the fuck am i supposed to do if it cries?! what does it want? food? a diaper change? bouncing? fetch?”

“our kid is not going to act like a dog.” you pointed out.

“what the hell does it want when it cries?!”

the hours of wailing you had to deal with while techno was out somewhere was exhausting to say the least.

you had been left at home with your child for a couple of hours and when they started crying, it went on for hours until they got what they wanted. you had absolutely zero clue whatever the hell they wanted.

you have tried everything. you even managed to get phil, ranboo, and tubbo over to try and help you, but everything the four of you tried never seemed to work. you had come to the conclusion that your child was a demon from hell that would stop at nothing to get what it desired. if the shoe fits…

“have you tried putting your baby in rice?” ranboo suggested with a tone that made him sound like he was being completely serious.

“i’ve heard bouncing a child works! i dunno, i haven’t tried it. we’ve never had to deal with michael like this.” tubbo offered. “he mostly just makes little oinks and hops around everywhere.”

“maybe just throw the whole kid away. honestly, it worked for me.” phil shrugged.

“oh! i have nukes if we need-”

“what the fuck-” you spat as you stared at the three of them with shock. “we are not drowning my kid in rice, i already tried bouncing- it didn’t work, and phil, we are not throwing away my kid. and lastly, we are not fucking nuking my kid. at least, not without techno’s input. i can’t believe the three of you are parental figures.”

a few more minutes passed with more bawling, when your husband finally arrived home. “i could hear my baby from outside the house, why is it crying this time?” you, phil, ranboo, and tubbo all turned your head to techno with expressions that made you all look dead. “yeesh, you guys look terrible.” he commented.

“yeah, thanks, babe.” you mumbled, exhausted.

“you guys obviously haven’t tried hard enough,” techno mumbled, “because-” as he reached for his kid and put them in his arms. the demon in your demon child completely disappeared. “it just wanted attention.”

“what the hell?” you heard phil groan.

the three of you joined him in the groan, making you all sound like the undead. “it wanted you, techno.” you complained.

“good luck with that thing. i’m going to sleep. don’t call me next time it does that.” phil got up and dipped immediately, heading to his cabin.

tubbo and ranboo looked at each other and sighed. “we’ve got our own kid at home and i’m just glad he isn’t a demon like this one.” tubbo sighed.

“and michael’s literally from the nether!” ranboo added. “see you guys!”

and with that, they left you and techno and your child that was exuding happiness in his arms alone. “you are the worst.” you grumbled and climbed up the ladder to go to bed.

“i’d just be a terrible father.” techno said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “i wouldn’t know how to deal with it at all.”

“oh, i believe you, babe. i really do.”

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written by me & edited by @faithajo24​

taglist: @aiyncel   @etheriaaly

[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗻 | c!technoblade

the scent of estrogen - c!technoblade x reader

synopsis: trying to tell technoblade that you’re pregnant is much harder than it seems. especially when he’s already got a great big deal of stress of his back.

no pronouns mentioned, suggests female.

tw: pregnancy, vomit, uhhhh that’s it?

wc: 1.3K

you gazed at your partner with a big grin, watching as he looked through all of his chests, restocking his potions and fed his emotional support polar bear, steve. ecstatic, you couldn’t wait to tell him the big news that you had for him. being out in the middle of a tundra biome, not a lot of stuff happened, so when stuff as big as this comes up, you get giddy.

“what?” techno said rather gruffly, turning around slightly as he noticed your staring. his tone wiped the grin right off your face, a sinking feeling residing in your stomach.

“never mind,” you look away defeated. he sighed and went back to his work of brewing potions. 

being shut down immediately before you could get a word out hurt. it stripped any excitement you had. but you then remembered the news again and can’t help yourself but start smiling all goofily. surely he’d be just as excited as you. 

you subtly glanced over at techno, checking to see if he was still busy. there he sat, crushing up some blaze rods and sprinkling the powder in the strange purple liquid. 

you were surprised he hadn’t caught on already. i mean surely he can tell something is up right? doesn’t the extra estrogen give off some sort of pregnancy scent? you thought, contemplating when you were going to pop out the big news.

he turned again to get a look at you, seeing your smile again.“what? why do you keep looking at me like that?” techno responded to the staring after he caught your glance again, seeming even more agitated. your smile was snatched once again, now was not the time to tell him the one thing that might change his life forever.

“god, keep your panties on,” you said in a bitter tone, matching his own. “i was just going to…uh….let you know that… we need more potatoes! yes! we’ve run low and i want to cook something with potatoes, so i’m going to go get some,” you made up with your oh so creative mind.

“we have a whole sack full-”

“love you! bye!” you said, interjecting while giving him a kiss on the cheek and made a beeline for the door. you let out a sigh as you closed the door and headed off for what was assumed to be a trip to get potatoes. 

you had to tell him at some point, but how? it’s not like it was planned or anything. it wasn’t even clear that he wanted a baby. all of these doubts and worries crowded your head as you headed out, walking a little ways away from the cabin making your way to the potato farm.

your feelings were all mixing around inside of you like you were a pot of soup thanks to all the hormones pumping through your veins. all of those feelings made you queasy but you kept going because you had nothing better unless you wanted to stare at your boyfriend and hope that he could sense your big secret. 

on your journey, you noticed someone was already there. it was phil. you hadn’t exactly planned on telling anyone else yet. you decided to head back home and avoid conversation for now, but then he started calling out to you. “damnit,” you said under your breath as you turned to him with the biggest neighborly smile you could force. “hey, phil!” you forced out, “it’s so nice to see you!”

“what brings you here?” he said, coming over. you noticed he had his armor on along with his satchel. he held a pickaxe in hand which told you he had just gone mining. “i’m on a scavenger hunt, actually, phil. supposedly, my long lost father’s netherite collection that he left for me in scavenger hunt format. it will essentially make me the richest person in the land.”

“really?” phil said with a hint of interest.

“no, i’m here to pick potatoes, genius,” you said, over this social interaction. you just wanted to pick your potatoes and leave, after all you were still feeling a bit sick. maybe it was the fact that techno seemed all angry and annoyed at you, or maybe it was the actual pregnancy itself.

“funny, you’re really funny,” he said ironically, picking the biggest potato in front of him and tossed it up and down as you began to get a little sweaty in the cold cold tundra. “are you okay? you look pale,” he mentioned while turning his head slightly, examining your face. right then and there all of your breakfast escaped from your mouth onto the dirt and a couple of unfortunate potatoes.

“holy jesus, that tasted like crap,” you wheezed out while you wiped your mouth with your hand, feeling absolutely awful.

“geez, okay, what are you, pregnant?” he joked, rushing over to you and placing a comforting hand on your back. you stare at him wide-eyed and intense. he could definitely smell the pregnancy hormones. you could see his face drop in awe after he saw the pure anxiety on yours. “oh god, y/n, are you pregnant?!” he let out a small wail.

“yes, so shut up and get me some water and a place to sit down before i lose another meal,” you ordered him, still feeling extremely ill. morning sickness is a bitch.

you both walked over to phil’s cabin, across from techno’s, and he found you a seat on an old chair and went to go and get a bottle of water. you sat, zoned out, still trying to get over the fact that someone knew before you got to tell your baby daddy that he is a baby daddy. rubbing your fingers on your temples, you mentally pulled yourself together and prepared to practically be on a talk show where all your personal life gets leaked out into the open.

phil walked in with a big glass filled with water. before he could even open his mouth, you blurted, “i know you have questions, so i’m just going to give you all the facts i have. techno is the father and he does not know yet.” phil handed you the water and you gulped it down slow enough not to get sick but fast enough to satisfy your dried out mouth.

“do you plan on telling him?” he asked genuinely curious. you were slightly offended by this question considering how much phil knows you love techno.

“of course i do, he was just in a terrible mood. i wasn’t going to give him the biggest news of his life if he’s distracted. we both know why he’s in that state of mind,” you answered, remembering back to him telling you about quackity’s recent visit. techno was to go to the prison to visit dream. you had a terrible feeling about it, but techno was actually considering it. 

why would he trust quackity? the dude literally brought an army to capture techno and almost executed him had dream not stepped in. he would’ve lost one canon life and you were not going to have that happen again to your husband. you told him your worries and the piglin hybrid said he would take them into consideration.

“i know this is none of my business, but i would tell him. you shouldn’t have to go through this alone because life is ticking him off. raise your standards,” he suggested to you. phil’s words were actually quite comforting. there is no reason you should be puking in potato fields for him. he should be holding your hair back and putting ice packs to your forehead.

“thanks, phil,” you said as you moved away and grabbed a sack that was lying on the ground. quickly you picked some potatoes and headed home. at this point, the sickness had passed, and now you were feeling a little delayed rage. 

you swung the door open to the home you and your boyfriend shared for quite some time now and walked over to where techno was still messing around with potions. he looks over at you, but before he could say anything you slammed the sack filled with potatoes on the chest.

“i’m pregnant.”

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gasoline rain - bakugou x reader

synopsis: when bakugou gets swept up in business and doesn’t have time to see his partner, you get lonely.

gender neutral pronouns/none mentioned

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somehow, you had managed to steal the heart of the fabled lord explosion murder. despite his infamous reputation, you had somehow done it. and in reality, you were proud and prideful for it.

you hadn’t been dating long, it had been for a couple of weeks, but you could never really see bakugou because of his training in ua highschool. you wished you were up to par to get into ua, but sadly you weren’t and had to support your lover from the side. but you didn’t mind all too much. what bothered you was never really being able to see bakugou a lot.

this week had been particularly long. the sky was a faint shade of gray with scattered rain. the rain pitter pattered against the window that you laid close to in your bed. with a glum look, you stared out the window, thoughts swirling around your head. 

you and bakugou had been planning a lovely beach picnic, but to your dismay the weather did not seem to let up. you sighed as this was the third time you had to reschedule a date this week. despair was growing in your stomach, wondering if you and your boyfriend were really meant to be. 

fate seemed to say ‘no’ when you put the numerous times you’ve had to reschedule your dates in the past month into consideration. most of them had been due to bakugou having to go back to ua for some random thing that popped up- he never really went into detail.

the pressure on bakugou had to be just as bad, you thought to yourself. you missed the spikey haired blonde boy with all your heart. you missed his loving affection and care he would give you. that affection was what you were wishing for at the current moment. to be in his arms and just held until you both fell asleep.

a small ding from your phone brought you back to the world, interrupting your thoughts. you turned to the bedside table clicking on your phone to the lock screen. your lock screen happened to be a photo of you and bakugou cuddling in your favorite soft white blanket. you slid the picture to the left, opening the message sent by bakugou. 

it was a short “i love you <3” and “have a good day gorgeous!” as per every morning. a smile met your lips as you stared at the message. bakugou sending small cute messages to you made your heart flutter. it made you love being bakugou’s chosen significant other. you were glad that despite being away from him, he still reminded you of his love for you.

you decided to pop in some earbuds and play your favorite spotify playlist as you stared at the rain tapping your window. it was the little moments when you missed your bakugou the most. you missed his gravelly voice, his snarky remarks, and his small smiles he would always shoot in your direction. 

you went to your home page before reluctantly tapping the gallery app on your cell phone. you tapped on the first image of bakugou running toward you with a popsicle. it had just turned autumn and you wanted to share one last taste of summer with the boy you had fallen for. the popsicle was cherry, you remembered. bakugou had shoved your popsicle in your face causing a small puddle of red to be on your cheek. he had pointed out the small mess before licking it off your cheek himself.

when you thought about it, the moment had still made you blush. you felt the blood rise up across your face all over again like it had the moment it happened, drinking it in. you covered your face with the palm of your hand to hide your blush despite being alone and let out a little lovesick breath. you took a moment to calm down.

finally, the image of the boy’s tongue on your face faded away and you felt ready to look at the next memory. taking your palm away from your face, you swiped right to the next image. it was a sleepy bakugou shooing you away. you found this image extremely hilarious as he had fallen asleep on your bed and you kept poking him to the point he was basically pushing you away. you giggled slightly before your frown returned. 

you were once again filled with emptiness ironically. you felt hot tears drizzle down your face. the tears pooled at the bottom of your chin, no longer hot tears but a subtle cold. your tear hitting the phone screen alerted you to the fact you were crying. you turned off your phone not wanting to be more ludicrous and sad. 

you thought it might be best to get more sleep as you didn’t have school this particular friday. you pulled out your usual white fluffy blanket and cocooned yourself turning up the music to drown out your thoughts. you closed your eyes feeling a wetness sweep into your pillow from your eyes. you didn’t mind though, all you really felt right now was cold. you huddled your body closer together hoping to retain more heat.  

upon reawakening to your doorbell you checked the time on your phone. “8:30?” you mumbled hazily. you slipped out of bed looking into your full body mirror. your eyes were swollen from crying. you sighed, rubbing your eyes as a small attempt to counter the puffiness. 

another ring at the doorbell. you mumbled some rather unpleasant words to yourself before heading to the apartment door. you peeped through the eye hole to see your partner himself. 

what was he doing here? you thought he wouldn’t be back for another two days! he had told you before that he wouldn’t be able to make time to see you. what was going on?

you quickly stumbled to turn the door handle to welcome in your beloved. twisting quickly, the door swung open revealing the beautiful sight you’d ever seen in your lifetime. his spiky blonde hair sticking out as it pleased and his red eyes meeting your expectantly with a smile. he held a bag in his left hand and his other on the door frame, leaning into it.

his eyes immediately met yours and he stood straight, his smile fading into a frown on his face. he let himself in and made a beeline for the kitchen. the blonde immediately set his bags on the counter before turning to you and wrapping you into a firm embrace. “god dammit, y/n. i’m sorry”. 

you just let out a confused noise, not fully understanding what there was to be sorry for. remembering your crying earlier snapped you back to it. he must have noticed the redness around your eyes. “no, no you're fine this is from earlier.” you stuttered out.

“earlier doesn’t make it better, you idiot.” bakugou’s embrace became tighter as he nuzzled his face into your neck. he gave you a few earnest kisses on your neck every couple seconds. you leaned into him, staying like that for a moment longer, making you immediately feel the warmth of his skin and with that his endearment.

 bakugou quietly muttered an “i love you”, hugging you impossibly tighter. you quickly responded with a “no, i love you.” hesitantly, he loosened his grip and straightened up. you looked up to meet his gaze. grabbing you around the waist, he looked down at your face, reaching up with one hand to caress your cheek.

“hungry?” he asked, handing you a hot box that you assumed was filled with dinner.

“what is it?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

“open it you moron.” was a reasonable response from bakugou. 

rolling your eyes, you grabbed two forks from your drawer, and walked with your food and the forks to your room, bakugou following close behind. you scurried over to your bed carefully to not drop your food. you opened the box and let out a squeal of joy when you found your favorite takeout food.

you patted the space next to you as bakugou ran over basically belly-flopping on the bed. “hey! my food! you’re gonna spill it!” you lifted your food as an attempt for it not to all go over on your bed. 

after a brief scolding you clicked on the tv to a random netflix show. you both sat and watched the show, bakugou occasionally grabbing a few bits of your food with his fingers when you didn’t think you’d notice- you did. you both just spent the night cuddling, watching, and telling each other sweet nothings.

you packed your food away, having some leftovers for tomorrow. after your meal, you and bakugou decided to cuddle and talk about whatever came to your mind.

after a while of cuddling, you start to feel your eyes become heavy, the conversation becoming just short responses or just humming a yes or no. 

suddenly, you felt a hand take your chin and lift your face up to meet a pair of lips on your own. you kissed him back with a familiar hot feeling rushing through your cheeks. bakugou brushed a strand of hair out of your face pulling away, “you know you're the perfect idiot right?”. you nodded frantically before bringing his face up to yours, a classic table turn you thought. this resulted in bakugou bringing your body closer before pulling away. the two of you just cuddled until the all powerful force of sleep took over.

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messenger pigeon - pigeon

written by me, edited by a friend.

synopsis: now in l’manburg, your search to find tommy is successful! however, finding tommy also means finding yourself in the middle of chaos.

gender neutral pronouns

tw: mentioned violence, somewhat verbal abuse? think that’s it??

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l’manburg wasn’t exactly what you had imagined, but at the same time, you knew you probably shouldn’t have expected something so grand. however, to give yourself some credit, the walls were big and from the outside, it looked intimidating. so, you were expecting something a little more on the impressive side when you first set foot on the grounds of the country.

there was a shack that held supplies, a small making of a house and a van with a… huge flaming wiener on it? you weren’t sure that the wiener was about, but you just rolled with it.

afterall, l’manburg was a new found nation that was run by a man that fucked a fish and tommy. your hopes had been a bit high for such a place.

just then, you remembered a certain someone: tommy. the two of you had been jumped, chased, kidnapped, and beaten and here you were thinking about how your expectations for a country tommy built were not met.

bolting up from the tree that you had slept against the night before, you raced towards the nearby buildings in search of tommy or wilbur or anyone who might know where tommy is. he was around this place somewhere and you would search the whole nation to ensure his safety.

wilbur had told you he was fine and had somehow made it out from dream’s captivity, but you needed to see him standing before you, healthy and happy. right before your very eyes before the storm in your mind can calm down.

you were running around the nation aimlessly, searching in the building nearby did nothing for you except finding wilbur and his son talking about his fish ex-wife. you excused yourself, deciding you’d rather find tommy yourself than hear about wilbur’s grief after his wife suffocated to death. fundy only looked at you with a pleading look on his face. you gave him a good luck salute and dipped as fast as you could.

the rest of l’manburg’s limited buildings didn’t catch your attention until your eyes landed on the wiener van. the energy of tommyinnit just resonated off the van so you went for a closer look. approaching the van, it gave you a lot of chaotic wilbur and tommy vibes so, it didn’t hurt to check it out. it was like a literal beam that emulated their personalities.

with a small laugh of amusement, you knocked on the door of the van. you were tempted to just push it open out of impatience, but you decided not to. for all you knew, this van could be profound evidence of an illegal drug lab and you would not like to be caught in the middle of that.

on the inside of the van, you could hear a bit of rustling which was followed by harsh shushing. a pitiful attempt at getting whoever they were trying to shush to shush. finally, you heard fragments of a tiny argument in the back of the van.

“you go open it.”

“me? why don’t you?”

a moment passed of the bickering before the door finally swings open revealing a boy dressed in the same blue uniform tommy was in along with wilbur and everyone you had seen upon your arrival of l’manburg (save for fundy who decided to make his own, innovative uniform). meeting the boy’s eyes, you recognized the boy to be a good friend of yours.

“y/n!” the boy greeted you with such a friendly grin, your heart felt warm.

“tubbo!” you beamed with joy. you hadn’t seen tubbo in such a long while, it was nice to see him again.

with a small arm gesture, he led you inside. “come on in, come on in! welcome to the camaravan!” you entered the van’s diver’s seat. it was a little cramped with the both of you there. “let’s go to the back, yeah? a bit tight up front. plus, i believe there’s something you’d like to see!”

the fact the camaravan had a full blown drug operation in the back of the van was probably the least surprising. there stood tommy.

“what the fuc-”

“y/n!” tommy let out a loud roar of your name and then a large laugh barreled out too.

he looked fine except for a bunch of noticeable bandages all over his body. he moved with slight grunts to you and stopped about a foot from you. he threw his arms in the air, as if unfazed by the fact that his body was completely clobbered and that he was basically beaten half to death.

surveying the back of the van, you noted that there were many brewing stands brewing many many drugs. more importantly, you surveyed tommy from where you stood. the tall, skinny boy stood before you with a goof of a grin on his face.

many questions started to rattle around your brain and frankly, you were done being the dark about everything. you needed answers, and a couple of the questions that you had in a jar started to spill out. “why does l’manburg have a van with drugs and a flaming wiener on top of it? i mean, i get the drug part, i guess, that’s just what you guys do, but- what are you two doing in here?!”

“well, i’m glad you asked my friend!” tommy started.

“we’re making drugs to appease wilbur. he seems a bit under the weather as of late so we’re gonna cheer him up! with drugs!” tubbo finished.

your brain did a whole 360. “charming. and you!” you wagged a finger at tommy's direction. “how the hell did you- dream had us. dream had you! he was literally punching the living hell out of you! i heard it! and… you just escaped? first off, how? second, are you ok? third, how are you being so nonchalant about it?”

“you have little confidence in me, my friend.” tommy pointed out. “of course, i’m ‘nonchalant’ or however- it was dream! man’s not as strong as he thinks he is, hm? i can handle the green bastard!” there goes his pride again.

“no, tommy. we’re talking about dream here. not just some guy.” you reasoned. dream was not one to be messed with. once he had you, he had you until he either killed you, or let you go. tommy somehow managed the latter. “how did you even escape?”

tubbo let out a small chuckle. “tommy didn’t ‘escape’. he was freed. dream let him go. he’s got too big of an ego to admit it.” turning your head from tommy to tubbo, you processed tubbo’s words into your head. dream just let tommy go? for what reason? he got no benefits from that.

“how did you know tommy was let go, tubbo?” you asked, now curious. yeah, tubbo was tommy’s best friend, but it’s not like he was there when tommy was released.

“oh, i found tommy back at his house or the embassy he now seems to be calling it. he was all cryie and paranoid. didn’t want to be touched and shit-”

tommy cut in quickly with a finger, forcibly making tubbo’s sentence fade out. “now, tubbo, no. that is not what happened. i didn’t cry. i… y’know.” an awkward silence emerged from the already awkward response. “i escaped,” tommy tried to revive the conversation. “you just weren’t there for it.”

“right.” tubbo sneered.

“well!” the blonde boy stood tall and shouted in his boomy voice that you can never miss, instantly changing the mood. “how did you make it out then, y/n?” he challenged, putting extra punctuation on your name almost in an accusing way.

you grimaced as you thought back to those moments before dream had sent you off to deliver his message to wilbur. “i was let go too.” was all you said and tommy corrected you that “there was no too” and that “you were let go, he escaped”. you and tubbo exchanged knowing glances. “i digress. dream-”

“green bastard.” one of the boys interrupted causing the other to smack him so he would shut up.

“dream let me go with a message to wilbur.” you paused wondering why dream let you go when he could’ve held you and had just gone to wilbur himself or sent sapnap or punz to do it. perhaps the same reason he let tommy go. that was still unclear to you, but you were grateful to be free anyway. l’manburg was better than dream’s holding cell.

“and?” tubbo chimed, the boy snapping you out of your thoughts. “what was the message?” tommy also looked at you expectantly.

your eyebrows quirked. “wil hasn’t told you?” why wouldn’t wilbur tell them? seeing as tommy was his right hand man and tubbo followed tommy to the ends of the earth, you’d figured they’d already known. the two boys shook their heads in response and you just looked more puzzled.

“what was the message?”

you sighed. “white flags, two days. he said he wanted us to surrender or l’manburg is going to war.”

you watched the two boys’ expressions shift from curiosity to anger. “that green bitch!” tommy shouted.

“that terrible! he can’t do that!” tubbo sputtered.

why does dream even want to destroy l’manburg? you thought. what does he lose from just a few people goofing off in their own little country? power?

“where’s wilbur? we need to have a chat.” tommy passed you and started heading to the door of the camaravan. tubbo followed close behind after grabbing a couple drugs from a nearby brewing stand.

“i’ll bring the drugs! no more grumpbur.” you followed tubbo out the door of the van, thinking you had nothing better to do, might as well tag along. “perhaps the message is why wilbur has been stressed!”

tommy sauntered along the walls of l’manburg, but still keeping his eyes open, checking around to make sure he didn’t miss wilbur. he followed the walls until he made it to the entrance of the country. “he said he was going to be around here somewhere. probably was going to check on how you were doing, actually, y/n.”

“simpbur.” tubbo mumbled, making tommy do one of his “pftpftpft” laughs.

you were beginning to question why wilbur thought it was a good idea to have two pubescent immature teeangers a) run a country alongside him and b) walk around freely with no supervision. but it was nice nonetheless. to be able to laugh and joke with them was something you wished could last forever. pure bliss with no cage or obstacles. that sounded incredibly impossible.

just as the three of you set foot outside of the walls, you were met face to face with the very person that made the evergoing joy impossible in full enchanted netherite armor. and next to him in their own gear were his two friends, who really seemed more like his goons or lackeys to you.

“shit.” you heard the single word of alarm leave tommy’s mouth. each of you didn’t utter a word. you were only taunted by the smile plastered on dream’s mask.

“you said l’manburg had two days, bitch.” tommy grumbled, fists clenched tightly at his sides.

dream stood completely still, not opting to move at all. it was unsettling as he spoke, the mask hiding his facial features making it difficult to decipher his train of thought. “so our little messenger pigeon was able to get the message through! good. we’ll bring crackers next time for you, pigeon.” you could hear the smirk in his tone, but you stayed silent despite the fact your blood boiled. he was egging you on. ignoring tommy and trying to get a reaction from you. well, you weren’t going to give it to him.

“you said we had two days.” tommy called again. dream’s head tilted the slightest, but you felt a pondering gaze on you.

“where’s wilbur? i’d like to speak to an adult and not some kid, the kid’s pet, and mu messenger pigeon.” you heard bits of laughter coming from sapnap and george.

don’t react, don’t react, don’t react, don’t react.

you might have been able to keep yourself at bay, but tommy certainly wasn’t. “tubbo isn’t my pet! y/n isn’t your dumb fucking messenger pigeon!” the easily angered teen was quick to defend both yours and tubbo’s honor. you were grateful, but you wished tommy would stop reacting to dream’s mockery.

“even through beatings, you never shut up, do you, tommy? no wonder i let you go-”

“oh, shut the fuck up, you stupid-” a volcano was ready to abrupt.

“dream.” a calm voice from behind you calmed your aggressor and stopped tommy from going off on dream. “i see you’ve brought friends!” wilbur.

the masked man cocked his head to george who was on his left. “who? these guys?” he turned his head back facing wilbur. “they just kind of follow me around like lost puppies.” the use of the word ‘puppies’ made you think of when dream was taunting you, calling you a puppy. his word choice was definitely on purpose.

tormenting. he was tormenting you specifically on purpose.

“hey!” you heard sapnap yell out. clearly not liking being called a dog. me too, sapnap. you thought, someone i can relate to.

george was either going along with it or wasn’t paying attention to dream’s words. he just stood silent, sword in hand, waiting for dream’s cue.

“they seem like nice fellas. anyway, dream,” wilbur quickly got to business. “you said that l’manburg had two days.” he repeated what tommy had been trying to get out of dream for the past 7 minutes. you turned your head and sure enough, tommy had his arms spread in a “that’s what i said” sort of way.

“and now you’re down to one.” you shifted your attention back to dream. “we came to check up on our neighbors. and maybe persuade them into making a decision faster.” his tone was suggestive with a hint of playfulness. you hated it.

“perhaps our freshly brewed drugs can persuade you lot to leave l’manburg alone?” tubbo offered, showing off the drugs he held with a flashy smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

you heard a small joking tone of george. “tempting.”

“one day. that’s all you have. make your decision.” and with that, dream and his goons took their leave.

as soon as they’re out of sight, tommy explodes. ravage cursing and shouting can be heard a mile away. most of it consisted of the words “dreams”, “kill”, “bastard”, “green”, and “fuck”.

“what was that all about?” a chilling deep voice startled you as the person who you recognized as the same one who you saw the other day emerged from the small country. they seemed to have been listening during the interaction with dream.

over tommy’s non stop shouting, wilbur did his best to explain the situation. eret only nodded before beginning to walk out of the country. “i’m headed for materials that i will not disclose what they are for.” he lugged his armor behind him and off he went. they were an odd character, that was for sure.

you felt a hand rest on your shoulder and when you looked up, you met the dark, tired eyes of wilbur soot. “you doing alright?” he asked. you glanced over at tommy and tubbo who now had lost interest in dream and seem to be going off on their own somewhere to do god knows what.

“yeah, i’ll be fine. how about you?” you met his gaze again.

“i’ll be ok too. one day at a time.” he sighed and you wholeheartedly agreed.

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messenger pigeon - dove

written by friend, edited by me.

synopsis: you had to find an exit and fast. 

gender nuetral pronouns.

tw: violence, mentions of abuse, trauma

word count: 3.7K

you gained your consciousness, waking up on a cold smooth stone floor. it was a nice feeling for your aching muscles and sores. you bled in several areas and you estimated that you broke something, but you decided to ignore those for now.

a loud crash rang from the walls from what seemed to be coming from the room next to you. a yell followed shortly after. it sounded a lot like… tommy? you panicked.

more pounding on the brick wall, then silence. 

worry took hold of you immediately as you awaited for more sounds to indicate tommy was all right. if tommy were to die right now, that would be devastating for not just you, but wilbur and tubbo as well. your heart felt heavy and sank into your stomach. you swallowed even if your mouth was dry.

you look to the door opening it a crack as there was no locking mechanism. strange. 

you searched further around the room. you took notice that your bag and sword were gone. any belongings that you may have had were taken from you. 

now deciding that the room was no longer interesting, you pushed the door open slightly, trying to make not the slightest sound. 

having no idea where you were terrified you. the most you knew is that you were on the enemy ground and that you needed to find tommy and get the hell out of here.

perking your ears up to try and look for the source of any sort of indicator on where you were, you picked up on distant voices. they were from the hall down. you assumed that’s where all the noise was coming from beforehand.

swaggering down the hall, you advanced quickly toward the door. immediately, you heard a familiar voice. “all right, but hear me out, big man,” letting out a sigh of relief, you recognized the voice to be tommy. from the sounds of it, he was fine. he was his loud, abrupt self as always. “the discs, they’re mine. however, if you allow l’manburg independance, i’ll allow you to listen to them with me. how’s that sound, ay?”

silence.

“no, tommy, keep talking. it makes me aware of your status,” you mumbled quietly to yourself, silently praying it would make its way to the boy. you put your ear up against the door. perhaps he was whispering and you simply couldn’t hear? again, nothing.

a moment passed and then suddenly, you heard an incoherent sentence followed by several pleads which were accompanied by noises of someone being beaten. the screeches that came from inside sounded higher-pitched and more childish. it was definitely tommy.

you let out a small meep of terror. tommy was being beaten on the other side of this door by who you can only assume to be dream and there was nothing you could do about it.

you sat and continued to listen to this for a whole two minutes, tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to fall. 

wiping them away, you stood and began to prepare to go exploring for tommy and your items. you decided you needed to get out of here while you still could and go search for help.

two steps away from the door, the noise from the room stopped. you started to move quicker, but you suddenly heard it open. 

an alarm in your head started blaring relentlessly, trying to tell you to do something. instead of doing the only reasonable action which was running and finding somewhere to hide or a weapon to defend yourself with, you turned to face dream, staring at him with his hellish-looking mask on.

his mask had blood on it that you had to assume was tommy’s. his fists were clenched at his side, obviously bruised and bloodied from the previous actions he performed on the poor teenage boy.

the two of you locked glances. for about a minute, you stared and said purely nothing. you could hear tommy’s groans and pleas for help coming from the chamber he was in.

in an anguished decision, you made a beeline for the stairs that were close by. sprinting swiftly, you started your descent down the stairs. you were going to attempt to find an exit. 

promptly, your ankle was snatched from under you.

a scream ripped from your lungs as you started tumbling down the stairs. with a thud, you landed at the bottom of the flight of stairs and you felt your jaw crack on the impact with the ground. an excruciating amount of pain erupted on your jawline as you let out a loud groan of agony. if you didn’t break anything earlier, you certainly did now.

sitting up, you lifted your head and turned to the end of the stairwell where dream stood. 

with the click of his tongue, he walked his way over to you and stood in front of you.  

now staring face to face with the mask of a monster, you forced yourself to peel your eyes from his shoulder to look directly at his mask. the smile you so badly wanted to plummet into the bottoms of the earth now stared at you.

you tried to bite your tongue. but your jaw simply wouldn’t work. feigning a brave face was out of the option as well. tears were already pouring from your eyes from the pain. 

"run, y/n," dream said coldly. “come on, i know you can do it. you managed to make it down the staircase! not quite fashionably, but you made it down! go you!” you could feel his smug smirk through the mask. 

his hands were on your shoulders pressing his and your weight in the stairs. he reached up and grabbed your face in the palm of his hand. he didn’t care what kind of pain he inflicted on you. you squirmed, trying to get away but his weight on you didn’t help whatsoever.

"i could run if your fat ass would get off!" you began kicking as the male pulled back. this was your opening to scramble (like an egg!) further down the hall. 

you had to find an exit.

your fight was merely paused but not over. the sheer adrenaline was drinking you forward. 

you began to hear something, no, someone! no doubt dream. it was a slow and considerable counting. the man making a mockery of your escape.

“one…two… three...”

you turned a bunch of corners, your breath was short, but you could care less. running from that horrid monster was the thing that occupied your mind. oh, and rescuing tommy.

going around one final corner, you saw it. an exit! the sunlight coming from behind it motivated you to keep going. you were doing it! escaping from the inevitable dream, who you knew would somehow find you again. however, today would not be it! for you had found an exit.

the voice that had been counting audibly began to drift on as you burst towards the sun. slamming the doors wide open, you embraced the sun as you frolicked in the warmth and taller grass.

 you heard the sways of the grass behind you, and sadly, it wasn’t the winds doing. your heart sank deeper. someone was there. 

you peeked behind you to see the green figure approaching. adrenaline started pumping in your blood. you could hear the throbbing in your ears. 

dream was inevitable. he found you, you weren’t going to be free after all. 

you crouched down like a feral animal on the defensive. 

you had no weapons. that left you to attempt to fistfight, but even a fistfight you could barely manage with the mindset you now set up for yourself.

“d'aww! what are you? a puppy?” dream chaffed. “c’mere, puppy;” dream chuckled. you grit your teeth. a flush partially covering your face in pure rage. dream reached out his hand to pat you on the head. “are you lost, little doggy?” he began wheezing from laughter. 

someone come get their tea kettle, you thought out of spite and vexation.

as the tall figure was hunched over laughing, you darted to the tree line. glancing back, you see dream staring at you, his head tilted at about a forty-five-degree angle, making no strive to run after.

focusing on the path in front of you, you turned your head to watch where you were going. running directly into a tree in front of the man that would be your murderer did not sound like something you wanted to partake in. 

suddenly you hear something fizzing past your ears.

again?! when does this man let up? 

arrows whizzed by your head. their sharp points impaling tree trunks and not your body thankfully.

after you weaved through the treeline, a good amount of the barrage of arrows stopped.you were lucky enough to not be hit by a single one.

a wave of relief crashed over you. 

as relief overcame your body so did sheer pain. your broken jaw, sore limbs, skewered shoulder, and pounding headache almost threw you off your feet. the pain was hitting you like a train. you began feeling dizzy as you started seeing black spots in your vision. your breathing was now all the more louder in your ears along with your own heartbeat. 

you had to carry on, make it back. you had to help tommy. tommy was in danger and could very well likely be dead.

shit, you didn’t know where you were. you had to go tell wilbur what happened. wilbur could help, right? wilbur could help. 

was the sun rising or setting? you had to help. you couldn’t leave tommy there. tommy, that poor kid.

you were very tired. your body was throbbing and aching all over the place and you desperately needed to rest. but you couldn’t. you can’t. you had to get to l’manburg.

whether you liked it or not, your knees buckled and you fell on your ass. 

you sat for a moment and listened. you were listening for footsteps near you or the rustling of leaves. anything that could indicate dream was nearby. 

when you didn’t hear anything, you let out a long sigh and just stared up at the sky. allowing yourself some time to think and plan. what was there to plan? you were probably just going to get caught once more. might as well just give up now.

you were just going to rest for a bit. shut your eyes for some time. just a little nap… then you’ll be on your way. you’ll find wilbur, you’ll rescue tommy, and tubbo will help the three of you out. all four of you were going to take down dream. then you’d all be free to do as you please.

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“soft.” was your initial thought upon awakening. warm light rays danced across your nose bridge. the soreness from sustained injuries was still there. you noticed that you were no longer outside. how could that be? 

rolling around a bit let you know you weren’t in l’manburg either. you had some sort of idea of where l’manburg was, and this was not it.

this bed was large. you didn’t own a house nor bed. you shot up, opening your eyes wide to take in the scenery around you. these were not your fields.

no one else was in the room, but all your injuries were bandaged. you had to assume dream was behind it. you shivered at the thought of that ruthless murderer’s hands touching you.

you got up to walk, but all your limbs screamed in torment and it was centered around the injuries. your head was pounding. maybe if you dug around, you could find some headache medication.

one thought kept pounding its way through your head, “leave!”

wandering the halls, you knew you had seen this place from the outside, “the community house?” you huffed and began your wandering throughout before finding a downward staircase. 

on the ground-level floor, you could find a door. “a good place to start,” you murmured.

your body aches had subsided enough for you to take up a run. you darted toward the door flinging it open. someone caught your wrists, restricting you from moving any further. 

moving your head quickly, you detected a green cloak. great. of course it's dream. 

“i won’t keep you here much longer, little runaway.” he had spun you so the crossbow was to your neck and you were trapped against a wall. eye to eye with the green fiend. “you're heading to wilbur, right?” you nodded hesitantly highly aware of the weapon pointed at you. “tell him i want to see white flags in two days, you hear me? two days!” you flinched at the aggressive yelling. 

from what you could tell, l’manburg and dream smp were at war and you were caught in the middle of it. remaining neutral was now a shut door for you. although, you were sure you would’ve backed tommy, tubbo, and wilbur’s side if it came down to it. i mean, dream did literally hold two of you captive.

he tossed you back further into the wall almost knocking the wind out of you. he stepped back and pointed toward the rising sun. “be a dear and take that message to wil, yeah? you’ll want to go that way, you can’t miss the large walls.” you nodded again in confirmation that you understood. knowing that if you didn't, he would likely kill you. and this man was highly capable of that, especially in the state you’re in.

dream walked into the house behind you, leaving you outside alone. the thought of now being free hadn’t crossed your mind through your whole duration at the community house. you figured he would keep you out of pure entertainment. but, you were grateful that wasn’t the case.

you took up a sprint in the direction he pointed, leaving the scene that would surely cause you great trauma behind.

after the community house was out of view, you upheld a light jog to keep haste. you saw the large dark walls fairly soon as dream had said. 

seeing the tall walls, you were overjoyed allowing you to have another burst of energy to run straight to the gate. 

outside was a person you had never seen before. they had brown mid-length hair and wore sunglasses. “hello! i’m in quite a hurry. is wilbur soot inside?” you were out of breath, but your usual sociable self decided to take overdrive.

“yes, but i must ask, who are you?” a chilling deep voice entered your ears. however, it was a much better voice to have in your head rather than a certain green motherfucker’s. 

you could tell that through the sunglasses, they were studying you in your broken-down and injured state. hopefully, they weren’t judging you too harshly. you probably looked like you were mauled by a bear with all the bandages around you.

“y/n. i have urgent news regarding tommy. please let me inside,” you implored.

“ah, yeah, sure.” the person responded, allowing you entrance to the thickly walled city. 

as you entered, you noticed that the land of l’manburg was not very occupied, but you figured they were working on that.

you continued to trudge a bit further until you engaged a small group of individuals, all dressed alike. wilbur was seemingly at the center. 

as wilbur caught sight of you, he raced over and scooped you up in his arms, tightly. you let out several groans of pain but didn’t say anything to take his hold away. it was already a much better embrace than any kind of contact you had with dream. 

the eyes of the group landed on the two of you. most stayed silent throughout the interaction. there was one or two that made small noises regarding you and wilbur.

“y/n! jesus christ, where have you been?!" he had pulled away and was slightly crouched to speak eye to eye with you. a worried expression replaced his happy one as he looked you over, noticing all the bandaging and the tears that were now formed in your eyes.”hey, what’s wrong? what happened? what did that bastard do?”

you were still frantic. "wilbur, i was with tommy, he was taken, where is he? is he here, wil?” you interrogated, your shortness of breath making your sentences choppy and some incoherent.

wilbur's face had a sad look plastered onto it. "tommy, he came back yesterday. he said, 'dream had you.'” you couldn’t help but wonder how tommy made it out. but, you were glad nonetheless.

"is tommy okay?" you asked again, this time, louder.

"he's beaten up, but okay." wilbur's calming tone was soothing."go rest up. i'll find you later and we can talk about this after i finish up this meeting." wilbur gestured to the group of people around him. you nodded and headed towards a rather small tree in the area. 

you watched wilbur talk to the people. several nods and mumbles were given to him. wilbur was a born leader. from the way he held his head high and the way he gave orders and communicated. l’manburg is quite lucky to have him, you thought.

the discomfort from your sustained wounds began to come back after your adrenaline was dying down. your head started hammering once more. 

in your thoughts, you didn't notice wilbur walking over. it seemed as though a couple of moments had passed by in the time that you had rested.

he slid down next to you and let out a sigh. wilbur handed you a bottle of water, his concern was very evident. you took the water bottle, popped the cork, and downed the entire bottle. you wiped your lips and set the empty bottle down and then looked over to wilbur waiting for what he had to say. “how did you get bandages? he asked.

"i can’t explain that, mostly because i don’t know either.” you said sheepishly. you didn’t want to tell him that you suspected it was dream. you weren’t quite sure why.

wilbur seemed to understand. “now, what were you so worked up about?”

“dream had tommy captive, there were a lot of loud noises,” you paused. “it seemed like tommy was being beaten.” your voice started to waver for a moment. “oh my god, the cries, wilbur. i just stood there!” grabbing at your hair, you yanked on it.

“that green bitch!” wilbur mumbled as took one of your hands in his, taking it away from your head. he was trying to comfort you.

you nodded in agreement.

you asked again about tommy, wanting to be sure he was okay. “surely some ptsd in there, but he’s not showing it. still as loud as ever.” wilbur attempted at getting you to lighten up. it worked, but barely.

as he saw the light in your eyes dim again, he asked another question. “anything else you recall?” wilbur said, looking into your eyes, he placed his other hand atop your head for reassurance.

“uh yes,” you inhaled deeply. “dream says he wants l’manburg to have white flags up in two days.” you sped up your speech due to the nervous anxiety.

wilbur was slightly taken aback but he seemed to sigh. wilbur looked exhausted.

“wil?”

“hmm?” he hummed, his hands still in yours and on your head.

“are you okay?” you emphasized that you were more worried about him now.

“yes, perfectly fine.” wil smiled at you, but you could honestly tell it wasn’t his usual smile. it seemed forced.

wilbur let out a long sigh resting his head against the tree. “y/n, i think you need to rest, it’s been a long day and you’ve sustained quite the amount of injuries.” he lifted his head and stared you in the eyes thoughtfully.

you nodded in agreement, a yawn escaping your mouth.

wilbur looked up at the sky briefly before meeting your eyes again. “do you want to rest here?”

“no, i’d rather be back out on the fields.” you offered a smile.

wil seemed concerned. “what happened to your bag and sword?” he asked, taking notice that you were empty-handed. you never left anywhere without your bag and sword.

“those were lost as well.” you shrugged. you had assumed those had been stolen by dream, but at this point, you didn’t know. what use could dream have with your worthless items compared to his infinitely better items than yours?

“y/n, i think you should stay here. you can sleep outside, but i worry about you.” wil was staring off at the horizon, now colored a deep purple.

“if you insist,” you looked in the same direction of wil's gaze. “i’ll settle in here.” you added. the two of you turned to each other and met eyes. with a nod, wilbur patted your head once more and then stood.

“just as long as you’re somewhere close. i’d prefer that you stay in sight.” you looked up at him and responded with a small bob of your head. you felt butterflies, seeing how he worried about you. it was such a sweet gesture on his part. 

“alright. thanks, wilbur.” 

he gave you a full on smile. “of course, y/n.” and with that, he started walking off.

“but, are you sure you’re ok?” you called out to him. he stopped in his tracks and cocked his head.

“i want you to only worry about yourself, y/n. okay?” you didn’t think he meant it so hostile, but it still made your stomach flop. it was as though he was telling you to butt out of his business. 

before you could respond, he began to make his way over to the walls that led outside of l’manburg. as he walked off, you followed him with your eyes. 

thinking over the events have just happened over the 24 hours, worrying about yourself was something that seemed logical, but you couldn’t bring yourself to just not worry about wilbur.

“oh, and y/n?” as if he knew you were thinking about him, wilbur turned around and called to you. startled, you let out a weak response.

“yeah?”

“welcome to l’manburg.” he smiled and walked out into the dream smp.

that man was quite a strange one.

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messenger pigeon - morning

synopsis: deciding to check up on your friends after a long while, you find yourself thrown into a situation involving a blonde teenage boy and a green cloaked man with a mask.

gender neutral pronouns

tw: violence, mentions of abuse, trauma

word count: 2.6K

you opened your eyes meeting an open sky; your lack of home and bed were quite apparent, but you didn’t exactly mind. 

you love watching the sunrise and the sunset. the sky’s natural shows of color were always brilliant. 

the night before, you had chosen a thickly covered grassy hill. the view of the stars and others' homes was beautiful. the way that the light from lanterns or torches would reach the skyline and dance was wonderful to you. 

you’d like to say that you were quite social among the people in the smp. although considering you had been hard at work recently, grinding for materials, and building a home- which got destroyed multiple times to the point in which you gave up, you figured that it was time to go check up on your buds.

your friends were made up of the ragtag bunch: wilbur, tubbo, and tommy. those three were always up to something and you could only guess what kind of scheme they’ve cooked up next.that particular morning you continually stretched and watched the sun reach the horizon line. you tussled with your belt slightly to make sure the hilt of your sword was still located on your person. when you didn’t feel it you got slightly panicked, but turning around you had seen your bag and sword leaned against a rock. you mentally kick yourself in the shin for being a complete idiot and then grab some bread from your bag.

breakfast now being only the thought in a dazed hunger as you tore off a section of the bread. slipping the leftover bits back into your bag, your stomach felt perfectly filled. a satisfied sigh came from your mouth. 

slinging your knapsack over your shoulders and picking up your sword, you raise it to meet sunlight watching the gleam dance back and forth on the edge of your blade. the blueish tint of your sword had always been a sight to behold in your eyes. 

after taking a few swings around you, the grass was sliced and diced into pieces. as you admired your work you saw a familiar boy uniformed in blue.

“tommy!” you called. he turned and waved back, with a small smile on his face. you slid down the hill slick with morning dew arriving at the wooden path the blonde boy was walking on. 

“ahh, y/n!” tommy hollered back with his thundering voice. 

“so whatcha doing?” you questioned him. 

“i’m going to the embassy for wilbur!” he said rather proudly earning a small fit of laughter from you. 

“how about tubbo or wilbur? what are they doing?” tommy was walking in a way you suspected to sternly show off his pride.

“they’re back in l’manburg,” 

l’manburg? you thought. 

compared to tommy’s straight-forward path you were like a butterfly floating around him. 

“what’s l’manburg?” you blurted out. 

“it’s me and wilbur’s empire, fighting for a revolution like true brothers. we’re much better than the ‘dream smp’. they don’t even have drugs! can you believe that? so stupid on dream’s part. they’re a bunch of idiots, ay?” tommy’s confidence took over for a minute. you fake gagged. “what?!” tommy sputtered.

“the arrogant pride,” you began tossing your dramatics around. “it’s too much for my feeble body!” your voice and theatrics went through the roof. “you're too big of a man for me, tommy!” you fake a pass out on the pathway. 

“oh, shut up!” tommy took on a more pissed tone at your mockery. 

“c’mon! i was only kidding!” you chuckled getting up and brushing off dirt. 

your walk was littered with small interactions about what was going on currently. one of the notable interactions consisted of tommy passing you a shield. “what’s this?” you asked pointing to the round object now resting in your hands. 

“it’s a shield, dumbass.” tommy snapped. 

“hey! i’m sorry, i quite literally live under a rock!” you jabbed back. 

“anyway, you use it to block hits, like this.” tommy demonstrated ducking behind his shield. you mimicked these actions and were rewarded with a thumbs up from the blonde. your path continued.

you arrived at the embassy, or rather tommy’s old house. however, something felt off. you felt a gaze upon the two of you but you decided to think nothing of it for now. 

“so what are we exactly supposed to do here?” you said quietly.

''i don’t have a clue,” tommy replied, keeping his loud and prideful expression.

“maybe wilbur just sent you away because you’re annoying.” you suggested, a smirk plastered on your face.

“no, wilbur and i are good pals. he wouldn’t!” tommy quickly dismissed that idea.

you looked around the area, noticing a shadow of a figure a ways away. you couldn’t make out who it was. turning swiftly, you faced tommy. “what?” he said loud and bluntly as per usual. 

you hushed him quickly and whispered. “i think we’re being watched.” 

“nonsense!” tommy released a large laugh in return as you began heading inside the embassy. 

“can you be any louder?” you said sarcastically, your voice being raised in your angered tone. as the doors closed behind you, you felt more at ease.

“oh, little quiet people are against their own rules!” tommy shouted out in a goofy voice.

“tommy!” you replied harshly. between you and tommy’s mindless bickering you could barely hear the click of the door as someone entered the tiny room with the two of you.

“hello, tommy, y/n,” it was a calm voice, devoid of the anger you and tommy shared. you and the blonde boy immediately stopped your squabbling and turned to surprisingly see a tall male figure dressed in a green cloak, his face disguised by a mask with a crudely drawn smiley face on it. 

tommy’s face went pale as yours did the same. 

“uhhh… hi, dream…!” tommy shouted, refusing to quiet down, yet he wavered with nervousness as he stared into the cold dead mask.

you had only heard of dream. you had never directly seen the man. here he was, staring right at you, waiting for you to speak. he was tall and very intimidating. tommy landed a small punch to your shoulder, gesturing for you to say something.

“hey!” you shouted at tommy. dream looked between the two of you with the tilt of his head, almost to say, “you two are arguing with the enemy in front of you?”

“well,” dream blurted out, stopping the small feud between the two of you. “you both are coming with me,” he said sternly. it was a demand. 

his expression was unreadable, seeing as his mask covered his face from view. you couldn’t tell what was going through his head. 

tommy stood his ground, staring dream down bravely. “why?”

“must i explain myself, tommy?” dream spoke with a hint of a taunt.

“well, i’m not going. i’m not!” the boy huffed. “you can take them, but not me!” tommy grumbled as he suggested dream takes you.

“tommy!” you said, aggravated. “shut up!”

“well, dream! i bid you a pleasant day! i am leaving.” tommy said, his pride getting a hold of him as he started to walk out the door and wander back in the direction the two of you came from. you assumed he was headed to l’manburg. you followed close behind, deciding it was best to go with him rather than be alone with the scary-looking man.

dream let out a standoffish chortle as he tailed you both but then stopped as you and tommy continued on your way. “i can’t let you do that, child.” 

tommy stopped walking with which you followed suit. he turned to dream and frowned. “why not, green man?”

dream in response was silent for a beat. “because, kid, i said so.” dream and tommy stared each other dead in the eyes for a couple of moments. 

studying dream, you noticed that he was in battle gear. this wasn’t uncommon to be wearing all the time, but it was a bit suspicious seeing as how you and tommy had only come here for a brief moment and then he appeared out of nowhere as if he knew you both were coming and suddenly started giving you and tommy commands. the two of you were also armorless whereas here he stood fully geared. he notably had a grasp on the handle of his axe, a big seller that things were about to get nasty.

you quickly drew your sword and shield, followed by dream just as you suspected, pulling out his axe, followed by tommy pulling out his shield and sword. the three of you were prepared for a battle.

“it’s two against one dream!” you called to the figure cloaked in green. “just back down, let us through, and no one gets hurt!”

“oh really, y/n?” you could hear the smirk in dream’s voice, “how about i take tommy up on his offer?” the taunt in his voice was extremely potent. you glared at tommy, knowing very well that he put you in this position. tommy just shrugged. 

in response to dream and tommy, you took up a fighting stance, lowering the center of your body and looking at dream’s mask. your shield covers half your face to protect it.

dream raised his axe and struck your shield as you moved it upward slightly to fully protect you. the axe swing split your shield, not entirely, but enough to make an extremely large gash in the wood. 

as dream was striking you, tommy went in for a blow but was speedily blocked by dream’s shield. tommy’s hit did not leave a mark compared to the axe strike given to your shield. 

dream’s axe was raised once again to hit you, but knowing your shield couldn’t withstand another direct hit you rolled to the side almost running into the wall. 

luckily, you didn’t quite hit it. instead, your outstretched legs and your feet helped you bounce against the wall quickly out of the way. that’s when you heard a noise followed by a yelp making its way to your ears.

thunk! 

you turned as tommy’s body hit the floor, knocked out by dream using the bottom of his shield as a bludgeoning force. you could tell by the sound that tommy wouldn’t be up for a while, so it was just you and dream. a one-on-one. 

“hand yourself over now and i won’t damage that pretty face of yours.” dream spoke with an evil glance. he still had that stupid smirk on his face.

you scowled at him in return and wound back your sword for a fast blow, but before you knew it your legs were swept from under you and you were falling to the floor. 

fortunately, your quick-witted thinking allowed you to hit the top of dream’s head with your shield, mimicking his attack on tommy but weaker. as you hit the floor, you heard a loud grunt, and dream stumbled back. 

this was your chance. your moment! 

you bolted down the wooden path, deciding to leave tommy. he’s a tough kid, he’ll be fine. hopefully. 

you felt the feeling of dream's fingertips reach for the nape of your neck as you ran, tossing your almost broken shield aside and dashing towards the forest.

you needed to find cover. finding a safe area was becoming a priority as you reached the outskirts of trees and ran deeper into the woods. 

schwoop, thunk! an arrow had whizzed by your head and buried itself into the tree just centimeters from your face. as you stood stunned you heard another arrow making its way towards you. your reaction time was too small to exactly dodge or counter the shot. you moved out of the way enough so the arrow misses your head, but buried itself into your shoulder. 

you stumbled and grabbed at your arm, securing the arrow from falling out so you wouldn't bleed out at the enemy's hands. 

you began trudging farther, your lungs slowly losing air and fast. you had felt like collapsing but you couldn’t due to the tall figure on your heels. it had felt like you had been running for hours, like one of wilbur's old endurance training routines. 

you glanced around for a place of hiding as you weren't able to run forever. 

a shrubbery? maybe a tree? you thought frantically to yourself. all the muscles in your legs were starting to ache. you looked around in your panicked state. something! anything! 

you lifted your head upwards noticing a limber tree branch up ahead. you ran faster to reach in the small rustles and crunches of leaves behind you signifying that dream was still there. 

why is he still tailing me? you wondered, pushing to run faster. one, two, three, keep going! the footsteps were right behind you now. four, five, six, just a little further!

jump! you screamed desperately in your head as you wound up to snatch the tree branch. your fingertips grazed the nimble branch, closing your fists around it. using running momentum, you pulled the branch back, swinging forward- you let go. 

thwack! 

you glanced back for a minute seeing no one in sight. wait… what? you thought. 

you studied your surroundings frantically, hearing a rustle of leaves in the trees behind you. above? you reasoned in your head looking up to see the cloaked man almost running across branch directly above you. 

you made a brash decision. you veered to the side and dove under some shrubs. 

the slow army crawl pace you took up to be careful and not make noise only instilled more anxiety in you. the small crunching of leaves and wind rushing through trees set you on edge as any sound could be him. 

little time seemed to have passed even though you started the excursion around midday but the sun was now setting. “i’ve been crawling for that long?” you sighed to yourself. “surely he’d be gone by now,” you hoped. though you almost knew dream would never give up. 

the mud leaking through your pants and the stains all over your shirt was now becoming extremely annoying. 

the army crawl position was getting more and more tiring. your legs felt like large boulders that had more weight each time you lifted them. 

you decided to stop for a minute to rest, getting comfortable under the bush but still undetectable. you silently vowed to never aggravate green men.

you felt your eyes growing heavy with fatigue. your limbs were slowly beginning to stop moving and your brain was starting to stop. however, a distinct smell shot the exhaustion out of you rapidly. smoke.

was the forest on fire? what the hell caused it? is this some sort of dream’s sick plan to draw me out?

the fresh wet scent of dew and grass retreating at a rapid pace, soon replaced by the scent of dry and burning greenery. you couldn’t believe that dream was going this far to draw you out of hiding. dream, you bitch.

you began scrambling away from your safe spot only to just break out of the bush to narrowly escape the licking flames almost washing out the bush you were just under. you still ached from the previous running so you let out a bunch of groans of discomfort.

glancing back at the flames quickly, you spotted something. you looked up with a curious glimpse. there he was, the green figure. well, shit.

you tried to scramble away, but to your dismay, he had already had his arms around you. it was almost like an embrace, the hold at least, the power behind it not so much. you began to squirm violently but to no avail. the male’s grip was strong. much stronger than you, at least. in a fast solution, you bit down on the arm holding you. 

once you had bit down the arm you heard a tiny yell before getting hit in the head, excruciatingly hard.