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hello Queen, I hope you’re having a good day/night! Can you make a Dream x reader (platonic), where he helps the reader through a panic attack?

Of course! Seeing as he's (currently) faceless, I made it through a call and tried to keep the reasoning for the panic attack vague. And I hope your day/night is also good!

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Broken Breaths

Pairing: CC!Dream x gn!Reader (platonic)

Dream calls you a half hour after the big argument. It's just shitty timing, really.

You wipe your tears, trying to push away the panic that's swelling in your chest. It feels like a rising tide that'll eventually drown you, but hopefully not now.

"Hey!" Dream greets excitedly. "I have a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Sapnap can't be in a video because he's going to see Karl, but I wanted to ask you to join anyways, so this works out better. Be in the video? Just George and I, and then you."

"Sounds like fun, what's it about?"

A beat.

"You're speaking fast." Dream says slowly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Being slow hurts for some reason and takes your breath away. Besides, this call needs to be over. Soon.

"Where are you right now?"

"My room?"

You slammed the door to your room.

You slammed it after-

Well. After the argument.

It wasn't pretty to say the least. Words were thrown, things brought up. Things that made you panicky inside, that once in your brain forced your breath out of your lungs. Breath that just didn't seem to be coming back no matter what you did.

And now you were thinking about it all over again. The words, the feelings. That tide was swelling too high for you to push it away this time.

"Sit down, please, I need you to sit down."

As if perfect timing, your legs give out and you sit down in your gaming chair. The phone drops onto the desk.

"Are you sitting?" Your breath is gone. Oh no. You need that. You need to breathe. "Any noise can work, but I need to know you're sitting so I know you're safe."

"Yes." You breathe out, forcing it past your closing lungs as you try to gasp for air. "Sitting."

"Good. That's good. Can you name three things you see?"

"Can't-" You can't.

"That's fine." Dream says quickly, not cutting you off but making sure it doesn't sound like you couldn't finish your sentence. "I'm going to ask you to breathe with me. I'll say in, count to three, then we hold for three, then we exhale for three. Try to follow along as best you can."

Your eyes unfocus. You can't- you can't breathe-

"You can breathe. You have to breathe." Dream urges.

"Come on, you got this. Breathe. Remember how you told me you hated when people reminded you that you're breathing? Because then you have to think about it? I want you to think about it. Just breathe. That's it."

"In, 1, 2, 3, hold 1, 2, 3, out 1, 2, 3. Yeah, that's it. Doing good."

He repeats it two more times, before moving to four seconds (and repeats it four times), then does the same with five and six.

You're shaking still, shaking too much, but at least you can breathe again. The feeling of air in your lungs is one you never want to lose again.

"Where are you?"

"In... my room?"

"Yup. What are four things you see?"

"My computer, my wall. Poster. Phone."

"Three things you feel."

"Chair. Desk. Clothes."

"Two things you hear."

"The fan. You."

"And one thing you taste."

"My spit?"

"That's it. Do you remember what we were talking about?"

"Your video."

"Mhm. What happened before that?"

"I don't-"

"It's okay. That's okay. What about what you ate for breakfast this morning?"

"Toast."

He was asking you simple questions, yet they took so much energy and thought. It was becoming easier though.

"Me too. Lunch?"

"Skipped."

"Alright. Did you play Minecraft today? Learn something new?"

"Recorded with Tommy."

"I'm jealous." Dream says lightly. "When was that?"

"Three."

"It's six right now, was five thirty when I first called. Do you remember what you did at four?"

You close your eyes, struggling to keep them open. "Responded to emails."

"For how long?"

"An hour. I had paperwork to fill out." Stupid paperwork.

"Good. That's really good. How much are you with me right now would you say? If ten is your normal and one is dead sleep."

After a second, you respond. "Eight?"

"Perfect. You're in your room. You're sitting down at your chair. There's a fan going. Correct?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know what happened? After I called?"

"You... asked about a video?"

"Mhm. And after that."

"No."

You think you know, but saying it makes it too real.

"You had a panic attack. You're okay now. You're safe, in your room, sitting down."

"Okay." You respond despite the lack of a question, fully believing him.

You're safe, you're okay.

A silence settles between you two, one you use to breathe. Your hands dig into the arm rests of the chair before reaching out and dusting over the desk.

"Are you okay? Or, as okay as you can be."

"Yeah."

You're out of it. The tide's washed away.

"Thank god." Dream lets out a heavy breath. "What happened?"

"I got into an argument." Dream was here. Dream was here, and he cared, and you have people who care.

He lets out a heavy breath, loud in the silence of your room.

"I don't like that you're so far away. I want to be able to help." He admits.

"You did help."

"I want to able to hug you." He corrects.

"I feel like you'd hug me so tight I'd die."

Dream laughs, not his wheeze, but at least it's a laugh.

"Maybe."

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Hi!!! I’m new but ur so talented!!! Can I request CC!Tommy with a vv outgoing reader who also has social anxiety?

Like they yell and are themselves out in public but then get scared they annoy people?

It’s cool if not but just know you’re great at writing hun!/p

Hello!! Thank you so much! And thank you for the meme also, it is much appreciated. My apologies that this isn't long, AP classes are killing me slowly.

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Pier Panic

Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader

Hanging out with Tommy always meant fun. There wasn't a second where you weren't smiling when around him, in public or in private. Which was why, when invited to mess around at pier with him, you just couldn't refuse.

You two were goofing around, being general public nuisances. He had stumbled upon a topic you were both passionate about, so you two had just been progressively getting louder and louder by the minute. Yelling, accompanied with waving hands, wasn't new to you two at all.

That didn't mean other people weren't bothered though.

Standing on a bench to gain height on Tommy, you throw your arms wide as if motioning to the entire world before spinning around. He laughs as you do, loud and carefree.

While spinning, you catch sight of all the eyes on you. It was a lot, even for you two. When your spin completes you push it out of your mind for now. It shouldn't bother you. Besides, you're with Tommy!

Joining in on his laughter when you nearly fall, you turn your back resolutely towards all the stares. You were just being yourself, there was nothing wrong with that. Right?

Before you have the possibility to even go down that rabbit hole, Tommy's changing topics.

"Race you to the end, loser gets to tweet something from the others phone!" He screams, running.

Shit, he could and would do a lot of damage. You had to beat him.

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Later, when the day tips into night, dark blue splashing against the perfect canvas of light blue, you think back on earlier. Even though it's hours later, it just won't leave your mind.

Were all those people glaring at you?

They were definitely staring, but you're pretty sure you saw someone glaring at you. Someone who hated you so much that they put in the effort to glare.

Were you that annoying? Were you too much?

Being yourself always came naturally in public, where you'd push the opinions of others aside. But now, essentially alone (save for Tommy), all those opinions started pressing on your mind. No, not pressing. Pounding.

Even with Tommy in the other room the thoughts didn't seep away. You were on his couch, waiting for him to finish something on his computer so you two could watch a movie, when your mind turns against you.

Maybe you were too annoying today. Too much. Too... you. Should you have been that loud?

"Fucking finally." Tommy sighs, walking out of his room. "I thought the stupid video would never render."

Caught up in your thoughts, a swirling storm of anxiety, you don't answer for a moment. When you finally do, it's not what you meant to say at all.

"Do you think I'm annoying?"

Despite the vulnerability shining through your words, the fact they aren't what you wanted to respond, you wait for him to answer. Because you do want to know. He'll answer honestly, you're sure of it.

You turn your head to catch sight of his expression. His eyes are wide, disbelieving.

"No!" He says adamantly. "You're yourself!"

"But is being myself annoying?" You clarify.

"No. And anyone who says other is just a- a- a fucking wanker. Their opinion doesn't matter." A grin spreads across his face slowly. "Mine does, obviously, and I say you aren't."

You laugh, the flurry of anxiety calming. You weren't annoying, not according to Tommy. And like he said: his opinion matters.

"Thanks."

"Course. Now I say we watch Up."

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tumblr telling me i have a message and not letting me view it is going to be my last straw

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hellooooooo

can I request a cc!Wilbur were he has a crush on the reader, they work in a library. And when signing the books back in, he leaves note for them.

Have a amazing day <3

I actually love this so much; I just couldn't stop smiling while writing this. I don't know if you meant that he admired from afar, but I took kind of a different route that I haven't seen before :D

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Library Love

pairing: cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

The first time he comes in is like any other day.

You're behind the checkout counter, reading a book you had grabbed earlier. A huge perk of your job at the library meant that you could grab a book whenever. It was awesome! But you're reading, so absorbed that you almost miss the person approaching.

Luckily, you don't miss him. It was kind of hard to, actually. He was tall, had to be reaching over six foot. With brown hair and circular glasses perched on his nose, it was a bit hard not to think of him as at least a little bit attractive.

"Could I check out these books please?" He asked, eyes meeting yours for just a second before flicking away again.

"Of course." You replied. That was kind of your whole job, after all. "Do you have a library card?"

"No."

"They're free if you want one, makes it a lot easier to check out books."

Of course, it only worked if he came back. You'd definitely never seen him before so maybe this was a one-time thing.

After a moment, he nods slowly. "Sure, I'll take one."

Oh, wow. Normally people just gave a polite nod and didn't get one. This stranger wasn't too bad then.

"Great! You just have to fill out this paperwork." Upon seeing a grimace flicker through his face, you make a joke. "Don't be scared, there's no waiver."

To your surprise, your shitty joke makes him laugh. "Thank God. I'm not legally allowed to sign them after Disney World."

"What happened in Disney world?"

With a smile, he doesn't respond. Guess he was funny, too.

When he returns the paperwork, you give it a glance before filling out the details on the computer and printing his card. His books are added onto it, a strange mix of Greek mythology and historic composers.

"Here you go. The books are due back in two weeks. Any damages you can be fined for, and failure to return them will result in a fine."

"Don't worry, I'll be back." He promises, taking both the books and his card.

With that, he strides out of the library. Strange, to get a new face. Even stranger for it to be someone as cute as him.

As you go about the rest of your day, all you can think about is the name you entered on his card.

Wilbur.

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Luckily for you, he kept coming back.

Each time you can't help but watch him as he wanders around the library, abandoning your book. Something about him just drew your eyes to him.

When he would eventually check out more books, you'd make an effort to have a conversation. It's how you got to know that he actually writes music and plays the guitar, how you learned that he's twenty-five. It's also how he learned about you.

Somehow he was effortlessly funny, but always managed to come off as shy. From the way he avoids your eyes, you almost thought him afraid of eye contact. Undeniably, he was charming. You'd be a liar if you said you didn't have a little bit of a crush on him.

Unfortunately for you, he was just a regular. A person with increasingly odd book choices (seriously, Pride and Prejudice and The Art of War?), destined for you to never see outside the confinement of the four walls of the library.

You did enjoy seeing him though. Perhaps too much for someone you didn't even have the number of. Well, that was a lie. He had written it down on the paperwork as required, but that felt too weird.

For now you contented yourself with looking up every time the door opened, hoping it was him. Eagerly awaiting the next time you could converse. Wilbur wasn't just a regular anymore, he was your favorite regular.

So, the second he walks in, it's not hard to notice something off about him. The smile he normally wore was gone, replaced by a nervous look. You hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, meaning he was just barely making the due date for his books.

For a guy who had been showing up three times a week for months, it had gotten you a little worried.

"Hey, Wil." You greet, automatically smiling just at the sight of him. "I was starting to think you were dead."

He shakes his head, mumbling something that you can't quite hear.

"Are you okay?" You ask, now getting worried.

Wilbur nods, setting the two books he holds on the counter.

"Gotta go." He quickly says, turning and rushing out.

You're left staring at the closing door, mouth open. What the hell? That wasn't normal at all. You close your eyes and think about what just occured.

He hadn't looked great, for starters. With messy hair and circles under his eyes, it was clear he lost sleep for some reason. The normally composed man had turned into a mess in two weeks.

Wait, he hadn't checked out any new books!

At least you knew he had to come back when he checked out books, but now there was nothing to force him to come back. You very well could never see him again.

Hopefully you were just jumping ahead and overthinking it though. Maybe he had gotten busy with whatever his job was or writing music. Maybe he was just too tired to uphold a conversation.

You reach forward and grab the first book, a collection of poems. You've never personally read this particular book, but he seemed to enjoy a lot of poetry. After checking it in, you place it on the book cart to shelve later.

His last book was another poetry book, one that you've actually read. It wasn't a long read, but it was quite good. When you pick it up a piece of lined notebook paper slips out from the thin pages.

Barely managing to grab it before it falls to the floor, you set the book back on the desk and unfold the paper. He had never left anything in a book before, but maybe this was important.

Eyes skimming through, trying your best not to invade his privacy, you almost miss the fact it's a letter. And not to anybody, but to you. He had written you a letter and left it in the book.

Now aware that it's meant for your eyes, you reread it. Carefully this time, soaking up each and every word.

I keep reading these poetry books to try and write a poem of my own to impress you into going on a date with me, but it's not working. My apologies if this is weird, but I just can't stop thinking about you. Ever since the moment I walked into the library, you've consumed my every thought to the point where I come back just for you. You're just I think I'm rambling. Sorry. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?

Wilbur

He was asking you on a date. Somehow, the letter, short and scrawled messily with crossed out words, was the most romantic thing you've ever read. From Shakespeare to Austen, nothing came close.

Suddenly his behavior all made sense. The way he rushed out, how he avoided your eyes. He was nervous!

The idea that you'd refuse is so ridiculous that you almost laugh. Searching for your phone, you're about to message him when you freeze.

The idiot didn't include his phone number.

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Movie Night

MCYT's included: (all CC!) Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Dream, Sapnap (mentioned Philza)

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What a movie night with them would be like :)

Wilbur Soot

He drags you into some psychological thriller that's new on Netflix. You only agree for the popcorn.

Wilbur definitely gives some effort, gathering a few blankets and making popcorn, but for the most part it's just a simple movie night.

Both of you keep trying to guess the ending of the movie throughout the entire thing but never get it right.

After it ends, you're both leaned against each other but are way too outraged to even think about sleep. You end up tweeting together about what a bad ending it was, riling up the fanbases.

Seriously, the movie gets pulled from Netflix after that...

Netflix scandal or not, it was a very nice night in.

TommyInnit

Tommy claims he's a big man but is terrified of horror so you two end up watching a comedy at his apartment.

100% goes all out. Popcorn, every blanket and pillow that he owns, Haribo twin gummy snakes.

He literally cannot stop himself from cracking jokes about it the entire time. You spend more time laughing than listening to what the characters are saying.

Popcorn gets thrown.

So do pillows...

"That was the worst joke I've ever heard." "Hey! I'm a brilliant comedian, bitch!" "Well- AH! Did you just throw a pillow at me?!"

The entire movie night is actually a secret sham for him to cuddle with you though, so don't be fooled.

Later, on stream, he fully recounts the movie and informs chat how funny he was, despite just making dumb jokes.

Tubbo

I feel like he would be really invested in a drama with you, but only if you watch it at home.

He dramatically gasps at every twist and turn, so the theater just wouldn't work out for him. At some point you start to exaggerate your emotions too, which turns it into just you two gasping or yelling every two seconds.

Somehow you both still end up retaining information from the movie and chat about it for a while after.

If you disagree with his opinions on it, he heads to Twitter and makes a poll to settle it. Basically, you're doomed.

Popcorn is a must, as are your favorite blankets, but he tends to sit on the floor and move around a lot.

One movie isn't enough for him, so you probably have a huge marathon of movies one night.

Phil is very unhappy with you two when you both show up to a recording half-asleep.

Dream

You'd manage to lure him into a horror movie with taunts because his ego cannot withstand your hits.

Somehow you managed to pick the scariest movie on Netflix, both terrified out of your minds.

At first he tries to pretend he's not scared at all though.

"Why did we pick this movie?!" "What do you mean, it's not scary at all." "You're a bad liar, you know."

It wasn't too bad because you clung tightly to each other, providing a sense of comfort. Or you were clinging to each other until he screamed and spilled popcorn all over you two.

Needless to say, neither of you got sleep that night. It ended up being a sleepover in the living room, all the lights on.

You posted the fact he was a secret wimp like you on Twitter, resulting in him not speaking to you for an hour straight. This man and his ego...

Sapnap

Unlike Dream, he actually lives for horror movies.

Maybe if you beg enough, he'll put on an adventure once in a blue moon, but he's insistent on watching horror.

And he wants to see it in theaters with the surround sound and huge screen to "make it a better experience."

He's a hungry guy, getting a huge bucket of popcorn for the two of you to share.

If you arrive to the theater before the movie starts, he will pelt you with popcorn during previews.

Somehow you manage to find your way into his seat, forever thankful for the huge recliner seats the local theater had.

Guilty, he always protects you from the horrors shown on screen.

"Why did they have to show that?!" "Just don't look."

Or, if he's feeling mischievous:

"Is it gone now?" "Yup." "YOU'RE A LIAR!"

Afterwards he finds a way to get you to admit it was a good movie, which he always uses against you when you want to have another movie night.

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Friends to Lovers with Wilbur

CC!Wilbur x Reader (mentioned Tommyinnit)

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Just a bunch of little scenarios about a friends to lovers arc with Wilbur :)

>Holding hands for just a bit too long

You're both in a pretty large crowd at Disney for one of Tommy's vlogs, struggling to get to the castle.

Seriously, it felt like everyone had just decided to congregate right there at that exact time.

Tommy was able to slip through the small gaps, leaving you and Wilbur far behind to struggle. Wilbur had complained loudly about it, but it hadn't deterred the boy from pushing ahead.

"We're going to lose each other." Wilbur had groaned, losing sight of the blond hair.

"I'll just stick by you, and we can catch up." You said, laughing nervously.

Of course, immediately after you said that a person forces themselves between you two. You get jostled by a few more people, losing sight of him too.

"Jesus." Wilbur huffs, breaking through people to grab your hand. "I saw his hair, come on."

Not wanting to get left behind, you grip his hand tightly as he pulls you through the crowd. (totally not because his hand is warm and you've had a crush on him for ages. Definitely not that)

Eventually you two burst through the crowd, but you don't drop each other's hands. His grip doesn't loosen in the slightest, so yours doesn't either.

"Tommy!" Wilbur yells.

Tommy turns around, grinning. "Look at how cool this is! Wait, are you guys holding hands?"

You both immediately drop each other's hands, and you look away when you feel red rising to your cheeks.

"Yeah, because you left us in a giant crowd." Wilbur laughs, sounding unbothered. "Now what's cool?"

>Someone mistakes them for a couple and they both get really flustered

Wilbur and you are out at lunch, chatting about your lore plans for later.

The waitress comes to take your drink orders, glancing between the two of you with a smile. Wilbur knows your order, so he just orders for you.

Before she walks away, she says something. "You're a cute couple, by the way."

"O-oh." You stutter. "Um, we're not a couple."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" The waitress responds, eyes as wide as yours are. You have the be as red as she is, too.

When you look at Wilbur, he's also red. He's probably so uncomfortable while you can't help but almost like being confused for a couple.

"Why would she ever take us for a couple?" You blurt out, forcing a laugh.

His smile waivers, and you mentally wince. In the end, he agrees. "Yeah."

>Falling asleep on his shoulder

After a long day in London, you wanted nothing more than to pass out.

The soothing motion of the train and the warmth of your hoodie is lulling you to sleep, forcing your limbs to become heavier by the second.

You keep yawning, regretting sitting next to Wilbur on the aisle and not the window. He's busy on Twitter or something with earbuds in, and you don't want to disturb him by asking to swap spots.

Eventually though, you're just too tired to resist the allure of falling asleep,

Your head drops onto his shoulder while you try to convince yourself it was completely normal. Friends sleep on their friends, right?

After a second you feel his head drop on top of yours. Glad he isn't shoving you off him, you doze off while using him as a pillow.

He shakes you awake when the train arrives, an apologetic smile on his face.

"Come on darling, we're here."

You're too tired at the moment to register what he just called you, but later you spend the entire night thinking about it.

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MCYT's and pet names

MCYT's included: (all CC!) Wilbur, Tommy, Dream, Sapnap

This is my first time doing something like this so it's a bit short, in the future they'll be longer!

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Wilbur

You cannot tell me he doesn't use darling

Or my love, he's definitely gotta have the "my" in there

He honestly uses any endearment he can think of, but darling takes the crown

If you use one back, he'll definitely give you a soft smile

He'd use them on stream accidentally, shrug, then just start calling you darling all the time

Tommy

There's no in between, it's either extremely stupid or basic

He uses love rarely

If you use one on him, he either says something like "I know I'm your love, I'm too irresistible" or turns bright red and hides.

He definitely uses and likes when dumbass is used as endearment.

Never will use it on stream and maybe rarely in front of close friends. He has to keep up the big man persona ofc

But if you get him tired enough...

Dream

He's a baby type of guy

It's a classic for a reason

The one time he used boo as a joke, he got made fun of for days

"Hey boo, whatcha doing?" "What the fuck, Dream?"

If you're fine with it, he'll use them around everyone. Maybe a little limited on stream, but he's obsessed with making sure you know he loves you through pet names.

Sapnap

This man just calls you babe without even realizing it half the time

Might call you princess while teasing

"All right princess, calm down" "Princess?" "Yeah, cause you're acting like one."

Definitely thinks he's funny for that one

Never stops using them. Never.

If you believe in southern Sapnap supremacy...

Darlin'

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I believe in touchy Tommyinnit

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Requests

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oh hello

im not going to lie i didnt realise i had this account. hi.