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Masterlist!

Only stories that I’ve written so far will be on this list, and will be added when published.

quackity

Telepatía! 

wilbur soot

I’m Sorry, Love

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Rules!

 I will write for...

— dreamwastaken

— georgenotfound

— quackity 

— wilbursoot

— sapnap

— c!jschlatt

— c!technoblade

— ranboo

— tommyinnit

— tubbo

— karl jacobs

— captainpuffy

— awsamdude

— purpled

— punz

— ponk

— fundy

— hannahxxrose

— skeppy

— slimecicle

— hbomb

— technoblade

— jack manifold

— connoreatspants

— callahan

— nihachu

— badboyhalo

— ph1lza 

— eret

— sykunno

— corpse_husband

— pokimane

— valkyrae

— and more!

Other things...

— I may refuse requests that I cannot do or am uncomfortable with

— I don’t write yandere, just not my thing

— I don’t write incest for obvious reasons

— I sometimes do in-game stories

— I’m uncomfortable with abuse of any kind

— If you do request NSFW things, request them on my NSFW blog @nsfwsalem

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Telepatía!

gender neutral reader x quackity!

fluff!

bold under the italics is the translation from spanish to english!

It was around  2am, and you woke up to your phone ringing from a facetime. It was your boyfriend, Alex.  “Hey Y/N!” He said, waving at his phone camera. “Karl says Hi by the way.” “Hi Alex, hey Karl.” You  responded, yawning a bit. “Oh, did I wake you?” He asked, concerned. “No, I’m just kind of tired.” Y/N replied, rolling over. 

“I know what’ll wake you up!” He said cheerfully, and grabbed his guitar. “I’ll sing to you! Chat, I’m not a simp!” Alex practically yelled at his chat. “We all know you’re a simp for me!” You said in a sing-song voice. Alex went red, and continued. “An-anyways, I’m going to find a kareoke version of the song...” He said, changing the subject. “Found it!” He said, turning on the kareoke version of the song. “Get comfy, I’m going to wake you up” He exclaimed proudly. “Uh-huh.” You said, sitting up. 

“Quién lo diría, Que se podría”

(Who would have said it, What could be made)

He added the Mexican dream voice for comedical effect, to keep the viewers entertained.

“Hacer el amor por telepatía, La luna- FUCK! Está llena, mi cama vacía.”

(Love by telepathy, The moon- FUCK! Is full, my bed is empty.)

“Lo que yo te haría, Si te tuviera de frente la mente te la volaría,”

(What I would do to you, If I had your mind in front of you, I would blow it away.)

“De noche y de día, de noche y de día!”

(Night and day, at night and during the day!)

“You know I’m just a flight away, if you wanted you could take a private plane- FUCK YOU CHAT I’M NOT A SIMP!” He said, cutting off from singing for a second. “It’s okay Alex, I love your singing.” You responded, making heat run up his cheeks. “ Kilómetros estamos conectando,  Y me prendes aunque no me estés tocando.” (Kilometers, we are connecting, And you turn me on even though you're not touching me.) 

“Are you awake yet?” He asked, laughing at how red your face had become from the last line. (If you can’t blush, don’t blush often, or blush isn’t visable on you then ignore this.)

“Are you awake yet?” He asked, laughing at the look in your eyes that showed you were flustered from the last line. (If you can’t blush or blush is visable on you then ignore this.)

“Y-yeah, wide awake.”

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I’m Sorry, Love.

fem!reader x c!wilbursoot, SBI applies, slight ansgt!

story takes place in the manberg v pogtopia war!

“Look, I’m going to keep this breif everyone, that flag you see over there, that obsidion flag, SCRAP IT. That is not our nation’s flag, our flag is black, yellow, red and blue. That’s the first thing I want to do...” Wilbur said, continuing his speech. “Techno, you’ve taught me a lot, and one of those things is that government isn’t the way to go. I’m going to hand my presidency over to someone else, so Tubbo, I want you to come up onto the stage.” Wilbur said, trading spots with Tubbo and sitting in his seat. For now. 

Tubbo continued on winging his speech, but Wilbur snuck off. Nobody seemed to notice except for Y/N. She was the only one who noticed her bestfriend and long time crush sneaking away from the crowd, and behind the stage. She followed closely behind, the last thing she heard Tommy or anybody from L’Manberg say was “So the traitor thing was all just bullshit then?”

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing?” Philza asked, walking by her. “Shh!” She said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him with her, signaling to Wilbur. The duo followed Wilbur to a tunnel, and walked in behind him, slowly to make sure they were unheard. Wilbur walked towards a button on a wall in the room. She heard yelling above, stuff about Technoblade being evil, a traitor, and things of that sort. Philza walked in front of her protectively, she was basically family to him. “Phil..?” Wilbur said, turning around from the wooden button. 

“Wil, what are you doing?” “I’m getting rid of it. All of it. It can’t be fixed, it just can’t!” “Wilbur, what’s broken can be fixed.” “Phil, I’m so close to pressing it. I’ve been so close! So many times! Too many.” “Wilbu-” “No. Leave. Get up there, and leave.” He said, his voice cracking. “Wilbur?” She said, moving from behind Phil into proper view. “Y/N. How long have you been here?” He asked, moving towards the button. “Long enough.” She answered, moving to hug him. He flinched, and jumped back, leaving Y/N with a saddened look. “Wil, You don’t have to do this.” She said, trying to move him away from the button. 

“There was once a saying by a traitor.” “Wil, no-” “I’m sorry love. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur said, slamming his hand down onto the button.