#//eret can be a real dick too

[chippedaxe]

Mcyt Reactions To Getting Walked In On

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Title: Mcyt Reactions To Getting Walked In On

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, Pet names, Pet being used as a pet name, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degrading, teasing, ect.. (idk if I have to put any others)

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: The reader walks in on the Mcyt's getting dressed.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: I’m so slow at postingggggg soz </3

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Dream

- He turns to you and winks, making you extra flustered as you weren't even expecting him to be in the room changing. You glanced down at the floor and covered your eyes "Ah! I'm so sorry-" you then turned to leave but then he captured you in his arms.

- He kissed your jaw and hugged you loosely, allowing you to escape any time you want "What's wrong, love? You've seen me naked before." Dream teased you "I know!- It's just.. The context!" you exclaimed "The context?" he snickered.

- Dream stares at you for a moment before glancing down "Maybe we should change the context of this situation then to make you more comfortable.." Dream suggested "You mean?" your face lit up a bit with embarrassment "Yeah, you okay with that?" Dream grabs your face and places a kiss on your lips.

- "Oh of course, my love" you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. He pushes you against the wall and the two of you start touching each other, small lingering touches as Dream undresses you.

Sapnap

- Sapnap doesn’t even care that you’ve caught him getting dressed, his eyes glancing up to look at you as he pulls his shirt off. “Oh wow. Sorry Sap, I’ll just leave you to that-“ you backed out of the doorway but Sapnap spoke up.

- “mm. You don’t wanna help me get undressed, darl’?” Sapnap hummed, his hand reaching out to rest on your hip “oh, you get horny real fast- don’t you?” You teased him a little bit “just for you my love” he kisses your cheek.

- Sapnap continues to strip in front of your eyes, letting you take off his belt for him. “You like the show, darlin’?” Sapnap smiles at you “I love it sweetheart but I think I’d prefer something a little more.. hands on” you grin at him before jumping at him.

- “Oh wow, I’ll leave the door unlocked whenever I change form now on if it’s gonna end up with this happening again!” Sapnap loved your lingering touches on his chest and thighs.

George

- He gets slightly flustered “hey- you didn’t knock!!” He covers up at first “and you didn’t lock the door, are you sure you didn’t want me to come see you like this?” You teased him a little bit.

- George rolls his eyes at you and uncovers himself “tch. Are you gonna just stand there and watch me get changed?” George asks you with a slightly playful tone “mm, yeah.. I’d like to watch that, unless you want me to help you get out of those clothes..” you give him a sly smile.

- George rejects your offer “you can watch me but if you take my clothes off than I’m not gonna be putting them back on!” He pouts a bit “that’s the point sweetheart” you give him a kiss on his cheek. “But I just showered and I don’t wanna get dirty again!” He frowns.

- “oh well, sucks to suck” you laugh at him quietly as he then allows you to untie his sweatpants elastic and pull them down. “You better help me in the shower then too” George tells you.

Eret

- You walk in on her while he’s unbuttoning his shirt, their eyes flicking up to meet your gaze “oh sweetheart I’m sorry.. Did you wanna watch me get undressed?” They ask as they start to pull the button up off. “I wanna do more than that, can I touch you?” You ask “no, my pet.”

- you start whining immediately “what? Why? Did I do something wrong? Is this a punishment?” You start thinking of all the things you did wrong but Eret stops you “it’s not a punishment sweetheart, I just don’t want you to get too excited. My dick needs a rest sometimes you know.” Eret laughed at your sheepish expression.

- “aw, don’t be a Debbie downer. If you want, you can touch yourself while watching me. I’ll go slower and give you a bit of a strip tease” Eret offers you “but I don’t wanna be teased! I want you to touch me” you frown “would you prefer that I don’t let you get touched at all? Put a chastity belt on you?” Eret caressed your face.

- “No” you lowered your head “Good. Now be a good thing and watch the show” Eret leaned on top of you, slowly undoing her belt and pulling it off. Their hands then started to gently unzip his pants, eyes never leaving your face as you watched her undress.

Karl

- He flinched a little when he noticed you enter the room “Ah! You scared me- knock next time please” Karl sighed “sorry, I didn’t know you were changing. Do you want me to leave?” You start to step away.

- “nah it’s fine. Actually, can you come here and help me?” Karl pulled his shirt above his stomach and gestured towards his pants, you smiled to yourself and got up. Your hands carefully undid his button, pulling the zipper down before tugging on his pants gently.

- “Thanks Y/n, it was a bit hard to zip up this morning so I expected the same thing to happen right now” Karl explained, you gave his bulge a quick gentle squeeze before turning away. “Ah- hey! What was that for!?” Karl got embarrassed fairly quickly from your actions.

- “wow, did I really get you worked up over one little squeeze?” You snickered to yourself “oh you are in for it now!” Karl approaches you and pushes you down onto the bed, crawling onto you and straddling your torso. “You’re gonna lay there and let me get off with your mouth, and maybe if you’re good then I’ll do the same for you. sound good?” Karl asks you. You respond with a nod and then you two get to work.

Punz

- “look at you, little voyeur..” Punz caught you staring at him through the peephole in the door. “I- I was just checking on you since the door was locked!” You explained “hm. Is that true?” He grabbed your chin and looked into your eyes “y.. yes?” You questioned.

- “You’re a terrible liar. Little voyeur, why don’t you make yourself useful, hm? Come here and undress me.” Punz ordered you around. You wasted no time, jumping up and already starting to pull at his clothes. “You’re so desperate to get me out of these clothes..” Punz snickered softly.

- You slid his jacket off his shoulders, your hands pulling his shirt up over his head. You stared at his bare chest which was slightly glistening from sweat, Punz noticed your eyes and grinned at you “why’d you stop? You don’t wanna get me out of these pants?” Punz asked you.

- You squeaked a bit before hurriedly rushing to take them off of him, trying to pull them off without taking his belt off because you were so desperate for him. “There’s no need to rush, we’ve got the whole day for this” Punz reminded you to take it slow.

[onecanonlife]

Tommy is dead. The server reacts.

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“What have you done?”

His voice is a reedy whisper, thin with horror and the realization that he is too little, too late. He doesn’t expect the sound to carry over the lava, but a response comes soon enough.

“He wouldn’t stop talking. And he killed the cat.”

Dream’s voice is even, calm, almost a bit defensive, as if he truly believes that he is justified in his actions. Sam swallows down his mounting nausea, places his trident against the floor to steady himself. The lava crackles, hisses, bubbles, orange and glowing, and he can’t cross it. Not now. Not when the security threat remains unresolved. Not when any wrong move on his part could very well mean Dream’s escape.

But he’s already made the wrong move, hasn’t he? Made the wrong move, and Tommy has paid for it. Has been paying for it, this whole last week. He kept him in there, kept him locked in a box with Dream even though he knows very well how it would effect him, kept him locked in with the reasoning that it was temporary, that he would let him out as soon as he could, that he couldn’t risk Dream’s release for anyone, even for Tommy.

But it’s not temporary.

Tommy was sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed when Sam last saw him, when he said that this would be the last time, that he was going to put his past behind him and look to a new start. Tommy will always be sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed, and locked in a box. There will be no new start. No seventeenth birthday. No triumphant return, no shining hotel. No tricks, no scams, no pranks.

Tommy was sixteen and loud-mouthed and bright-eyed. Tommy is dead.

He can’t even get his body.

He can’t even get his body.

Sam stands on the edge of a curtain of lava, staring into the orange glow that hides a monster in a room that is now a child’s pre-made coffin, and he wonders if he is a monster himself.

***

“He’s fine.”

It’s the only thing to say. The only truth. The only possibility. Sure, the message is there, glaring up from his communicator in bright yellow letters, but it’s not real. It’s a joke of some kind, a trick. Something to fake everyone out. Maybe Sam’s in on it, too. Tommy must be going crazy in there, to think that this would actually be funny, but it sounds like something he would do.

“Tubbo,” Ranboo says, and then stops. Nothing else. His face is pale, though things like that are hard to tell, with him, considering that half his face is always pale. But he’s gone an ashy-grey sort of color, and it doesn’t look great.

“He’s not dead,” he says, and laughs a bit. “Tommy wouldn’t just die like that. That’d be ridiculous.”

Tommy’s death would never be so meek. Tommy’s death, when it happens, will be a spectacle, a dramatic showing with speeches and explosions and the sun rising at just the right time and haloing his hair, because TommyInnit deserves nothing less than the best death scene. Women wailing and the like. So Tommy is not dead, because if Tommy were dead, that would mean that he died alone, in the company of no one but his murderer, that he died scared, trapped in a small space with no way out, that he died without Tubbo by his side.

“Right,” Ranboo says, and his voice is doing a peculiar thing that Tubbo can’t quite work out. “Yeah, of course. Do you wanna—do you think we should go check it out? Go stop by the prison?”

“What for?” he asks. “Sam’s not going to let us in. He didn’t even when I built a dick on top of it.”

And here is another thing: Tommy can’t be dead because it was never supposed to be Tommy first. Tubbo has tried to live without him, and he found it very hard. So Tommy is not allowed to die before Tubbo does. That is the rule that he keeps locked up in his heart, because Tommy would be upset if he knew about it. But it’s a rule that Tubbo intends to follow, so Tommy can’t be dead.

That would be against the rules.

“Just to see?” Ranboo tries. Tubbo’s not sure why he’s being so insistent about this.

“Nah, we’ve got a hotel to build,” he says. “C’mon.”

Ranboo follows along behind him. His feet drag, like he’s reluctant. But Tubbo has long since given up on understanding why Ranboo does the things that he does.

***

He’s dead.

She should be glad about it. This is what she wanted. Tommy dead, punished for all the pain and suffering he’s caused everyone else. No longer able to start wars, to cause harm, to blaze his way through the server and leave a path of destruction in his wake.

Tommy is dead. She should be glad about it. She is glad about it. She’s even smiling.

There is a message from Jack. She doesn’t check it.

Tommy is dead, that blue-eyed, wide-grinned boy who followed along on his brother’s coattails. Tommy is dead, that fiery spirit crushed and his overbearing, fast-talking voice silent. Tommy is dead, that loyal friend, the protector and defender of all that he called his, the fighter, the scammer, the boy who loved with all of his heart and then some.

Tommy is dead. Dead, dead, dead. There is no coming back from dead. Dead is final. Dead is an ending. Dead means it’s all over. Tommy is over. Tommy is gone. Tommy will never grow old.

It’s what she wanted. She should be glad about it. She is glad about it. She’s even smiling.

Niki brings her hand to her mouth to check. It’s a smile. A smile, for sure.

Her fingers come away from her face wet.

***

It was an empty castle already, but it feels emptier now. The different between a possibility and its lack, they suppose.

Tommy was never supposed to die. They can’t fathom it, somehow. Can’t fathom that it’s real, that Tommy will never grace these halls again. They’d finally begun to fix things, begun to work toward redemption, well and truly. And now Tommy is gone.

Eret grips their communicator tightly in their hand.

“I’m sorry,” they murmur to no one at all.

It was never meant to be echoes in their head, over and over and over again, an apology that means nothing but so much scattered dust.

***

He closes his eyes. Breathes. In and out.

This happens. People die. They die, and they leave, and he’s left behind. That’s his life. That’s how it is.

It still hurts, when it happens. He’s still learning how to make it not hurt. Still learning how not to be angry, that people find it so easy to abandon him. That people find it so easy to go where he can’t follow. Wilbur first, now Tommy, and he doesn’t have anyone left, really.

But it’s fine. It’s alright. He can manage on his own. He always has.

Fundy decides to go to bed early.

***

He takes a moment to breathe. To process. To absorb.

To regret, for what might have been.

The voices in his head call for blood, as they always do, but he will not give them the satisfaction. Not this time. The blood he wants most is not readily accessible, and he will not put himself in the position of confronting the favor owed. Not now. Not like this. Not ever, if he can help it, though he knows that these sorts of things always take their due, always steal their pound of flesh.

“I know, chat,” he says. “You can all shut up, I know.”

It doesn’t appease them. He wasn’t expecting it to.

Tommy is dead. Tommy is dead, and their relationship with it. Any tentative attempts toward repairs have been left to rot, to burn on the funeral pyre. Theseus, fallen from the cliff at long last.

The story was always going to end this way. No one can stop the Fates from severing the string.

He stands with a groan. He is not built for this weather, for this cold, and it is a wonder that he keeps being drawn to it, time and time again. It is a balm, he thinks, but for what, he doesn’t know. For nothing, at the moment, as the voices threaten to crowd out all the rest. But he can’t deal with them right now.

Phil has his own house, now, and a bridge to connect the two. A bridge over still water, such that Tommy will never cross. He should not feel the way he does. Tommy betrayed him. Tommy used him. Tommy discarded him, so he tossed him aside in turn.

But once they were called brothers. Does it mean anything, in the end?

Phil is standing in the middle of the floor, ruined wings on full display. His face is blank, his communicator held loosely in one hand.

“Phil,” he says.

“I failed him,” Phil says. “I should’ve been there for him, and I wasn’t.”

Technoblade has no comfort for the truth.

But he has comfort for his friend, for his friend who is perhaps his father but is definitely family, so he stretches out his arms and catches Phil as he falls, falls and falls and screams, and it is good, he thinks, that the wings are already ruined, because Daedalus tried to catch his son and failed. It is good, he thinks, that the wings are already ruined, so he cannot try again and ruin the rest of himself, too.

***

He nudges the body with his foot.

“You shouldn’t have killed that cat,” he murmurs. The body does not reply, and he sighs.

Tommy’s face is beyond recognition. The blood coats his knuckles. He hopes that there’s enough water in the sink to wash it out before it sets. He hates it when the blood sets.

He didn’t mean to go as far as he did. That doesn’t mean much, in the end. This will work just as well.

He is a god, after all. He is a god, and he will have what he deserves, and more besides.

“Don’t worry, Tommy,” he says. “I’ll make a believer out of you yet.”

[melancholykiwi]

Wishlist for Dream SMP Season 4

Dream remains fucked up and evil (no sympathy arc please god)

Ranboo gets aggressive for once (maybe even goes a little apeshit)

Wholesome beeduo (please I miss them so much please)

Techno faces consequences for his actions (because god knows he’s gotten away with too much shit)

Purpled has more girlboss moments (I am a purpled apologist yes)

Tubbo is a badass (maybe even kills Dream? 👀)

Ranboo loses a canon life (fucked up but lets be real he has too much y/n energy)

Tommy finally finds peace (can everyone leave the damn child alone like??)

Niki confronts and humiliates Wilbur (eeny weeny teeny weeny shriveled little short dick man)

A conclusion to the eggpire arc (I am tired)

An explanation for whatever tf Sam has going on (I am very confused)

Tommy confronts and criticizes all the adults that have done him wrong (because they instilled a sense of violence in him since the beginning that fucked up his sense of morality and then proceeded to punish him for his behavior, making them huge hypocrites)

Ranboo reveals what his other half is (if it’s not ghast I quit /hj)

Foolish and eret content! (their dynamic is cool)

Fiancés drama (kinoko kingdom vs Las Nevadas real)

George stays asleep (because it’s funny actually)

Beeduo wedding (PLEASE ILL SELL MY LEFT KIDNEY)

Fundy development (very confused about the fox man)

Puffy development (including an explanation to whatever happened between her and Niki)

Gay

Feel free to add on!

[teddy06writes]

It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?

Requested by this anon who decided to break my heart: “Hear me out. Dream x fem!reader angst. Originally, the reader was the one who wore the smiley faced mask. Dream and the reader were in love and dream proposed, reader said yes, then later that night, the reader passed away (either sickness or getting hurt idc) and in order to keep her memory, dream wears the mask in her absence.” 

Dream x fem!reader

trigger warnings: some swears, character death, general angst

premise: in game au; You and Dream have been together since what feels like the beginning of time, and it had always seemed like you would be together, and now he had finally had the confidence to propose, unfortunately, Wilbur and his new developing country of L’manburg have other plans for you

{hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this one hurt}

{I listened to Sebelius : Finlandia Op.26 on repeat while writting this and only questioned my sanity twice}

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You giggled, “Where are we goingg?”

“Somewhere special,” Dream said, raising your entwined hands enough to press a kiss to your knuckles, “Trust me, your going to love it.” 

You laughed again, free hand reaching back to adjust the knot holding your mask in pace, “You’re ridiculous.” 

Today had marked the four year anniversary since you and Dream had started dating officially, and he had insisted in abandoning all his duties to the smp for a day to take you out. 

The two of you had been wandering through the woods for a while now, and you were fairly convinced that he had no idea where he was going, but still you didn’t say anything. 

“It should be just through here.” He said, leading you down between two trees. 

A moment later you came into a clearing, decorated with lights, a picnic set up in the middle, with a perfect view of the rest of the hill side. 

“Oh my god!” You squeaked. 

“You like it?” He asked. 

“I love it! This is so cute, Dream!” 

Dream chuckled, “Bad found the spot, and I got Sapnap to help get all this stuff out here.” 

You grinned to a point where he could tell even with your mask on, “It’s perfect.”

Carefully he flicked at the edge of the wide mask, “Take that stupid thing off and kiss me.” 

“It’s not stupid!” You protested, “Come on Dream just kiss the smiley face, its good enough.” 

Reluctantly he pressed a kiss to the mask and you beamed, immediately moving to slip it off,  kissing him properly before going to sit down on the picnic blanket.

You looked back up at him, “While don’t just stand there, come on! Sit with me!” 

~~ A while later, after the food had been eaten, you were leaned back against Dream, eyes closed happily, mask still off to the side, “Thank you, for this.” 

“Of course.” He smiled, “But, uh, actually there's one other thing?” 

You hummed, peaking up at him, “Whats that?” 

“Well- I- I’ve been thinking about it for a while and- well- I was wondering, if you’d- if you’d marry me?” He asked. 

Your eyes shot open to see the ring box in his hand, “Your- you’re not kidding? This is real- this is for real?” 

“Course its real,” He chuckled, “Would you rather have me get on one knee to prove it?” 

Dream quickly maneuvered to be In front of you, on one knee, the ring box held out in front of him, “I have loved you, since the beginning of time (y/n) and now I’m asking you to become my wife.” 

Your hands moved to your face in shock for a moment before dropping back down as you practically tackled him, “Oh my god!”

“Is that a yes then?” He chuckled, doing his best to sit up with your weight still on him. 

You nodded eagerly, and he slipped the ring onto your finger, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Dream grinned, kissing you once more- only to be distracted by a yell from down the hill. 

“Dream! Dream!” 

“Oh god,” He muttered, standing up, “I’ll be right back” 

You stood as well, stooping to grab your mask and fastening it on your face before following him. 

By the time you had caught up, Sapnap was giving a report on what was going on. 

“He’s starting a new country- says their starting a rebellion.” 

“Who is?” You asked. 

“Wilbur,” Sapnap said curtly, motioning over to where wall were being built, “TommyInnt, Tubbo and Eret have all joined this crazy plan.” 

“Thats insane.” You muttered. 

Dream frowned, “I won’t have this. We’ll stop them. Sapnap, see too it that all of there resources are destroyed.”

The man nodded, and hurried away, already pulling out his flint and steel, and Dream turned to you, “This is the exact opposite of what I was hoping for today.” 

“We’ll figure it out, together.” You assured. 

~~

Later that night, after you had returned home, Dream had gone out again, hoping for a civilized discussion with Wilbur, before getting launched into any war. 

He stood at the gates of L’manburg, looking up at were Tubbo sat on watch, “I need to speak to Wilbur.” 

“Why?” Tubbo challenged. 

Dream crossed his arms, “Because this doesn’t have to become something bloody and violent, now get inside and get him.” 

Scared, Tubbo quickly scrambled down off the wall and toward one of the buildings that had risen with the walls. 

A moment later he came back to open the gates, Wilbur following behind, “I was beginning to wonder when you would show up. I knew you’d have a problem with this.” 

“Wilbur whatever this is it needs to be shut down, now.” 

“That's exactly what I thought you’d say,” Wilbur said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “That's what tyrants always say.”

“I am not a tyrant!” Dream protested. 

“Is that why you’re forcing your agenda on us? Read the fucking message dick head, we don’t want to deal with you any longer. ‘ere. read this, its the conditions of our independence. We are free and there is nothing you can do to stop us.” 

Dream took the book Tubbo thrust into his hands, ‘the declaration of independance’ 

“Forever the nation of the dream smp has cast sin upon our great land of the hto dog van,” Wilbur quoted, “This book declarers that the nation that shall hence forth be known as the L’manburg is free and independent from the DreamSmp, totally, completely and wholly.” 

“You’re starting a fight you can’t finish.” Dream warned, handing the book back. 

Wilbur scoffed, “On the contrary Dream. You’ve threatened a country that is more than willing to fight back. Tommy, hurry up and get inside!” 

As Wilbur barked the last words Dream turned to see Tommy coming out the darkness, an empty bottle in one hand and a dagger stained a dull rust color in the other. 

“It’s done.” The teen muttered. 

“She put up a fight?” Wilbur asked. 

Tommy, even scared by what he’d done, couldn’t help but look at Dream, a glint in his eye, “(y/n) won’t be a problem anymore.” 

On pure instinct Dream ran, the only thing in his mind that he had to get to you. 

The stillness of the house was broken as Dream crashed through the door, “(y/n)? (y/n)?!” 

Shaking he moved through the house, the was no sign of a struggle, no sign of a break in, but there was a slight lingering affect of a potion in the doorway leading to your shared bedroom. 

From the color of the particles he knew it had been weakness, and he carefully pushed through into the room. 

It was dark, and for a moment, with your form stretched out in bed, he could almost think that everything was fine, that you were just asleep, waiting for him. 

Turning on a light he saw that the reality was much different. 

Blood pooled around you, dripping from the bed and soaking the sheets, evidently coming from the gaping holes in your stomach. 

The worst part of it was the mask clasped in your hands, held out, almost like you were offering it to him. 

“(y/n)...” He whimpered, still frozen in the door, “What do I do? Now that your gone? Oh god what did he do to you?” 

Some how the fact that Tommy had seen your face, the one thing you kept hidden from everyone, except him, seemed to hit Dream the hardest, even as you lay dead. 

Slowly, he moved forward, taking the mask from your hands.

~~ Dream stood at the top of the hill, looking over the crater. 

Somewhere off to the side Phil and Techno were celebrating the victory over everyone, the huge hole where L’manburg had been stretching all the way down the bed rock. 

The porcelain was cold against his face, but Dream had long since gotten used to the uncomfortable feeling of the mask. 

With the mask that you had given him, the mask he had unwillingly taken from you had kept everyone from knowing his pain. And now, he had made sure they felt all of yours and his own. 

The chain with your engagement rings felt heavy around his neck, but he couldn’t help grin at Tommy, who had barley made it out of the wreckage, “Looks like you won’t be a problem anymore.” 

[bugsharxx]

How Hollywood Would Ruin The Dream SMP (Pt. 1/??)

I’ve seen many takes on how the Dream SMP would be ruined if it ever became a Netflix show, so I decided to make my own! (THIS IS PARTIALLY HEAVILY BASED ON @wooteena, @tokenducks, & @clairedreems​‘s LISTS [some points are direct quotes from their lists], SO PLEASE CHECK THEIR POSTS OUT FIRST!)

The discs wouldn’t have any sentimental value and would just be used for a petty, never-ending conflict between Tommy and Dream

Niki would be that one female character everyone has a crush on

Other than that she’ll only exist to be Wilbur’s love interest

This will be an important arc in the old L’Manberg days

Technoblade would have no redeeming qualities

Wouldn’t go in-depth on his morals because “the protagonist [Tommy] has to be right”

He’d probably be the “edgy lone wolf” that the audience is expected to simp over

Philza would either be the wise mentor who’s really just a dick to everyone for no reason other than pure entertainment or a straight-up dilf

Bad would be all dark and edgy because he’s a demon and lose his kind and innocent personality

Sam would be seen as this mysterious, looming figure that everyone is intimidated by and lose his caring, “gentle giant” personality

Eret’s usage of all pronouns would be ignored

Eret would be either straight or gay

If she’s gay, she would have all the stereotypical characteristics of a gay man (very feminine, always flirting with other male characters, making comments about his sexuality and attraction to prove to the audience that yes, he’s gay, etc.)

Them being gay would ultimately end up being their entire personality

They would probably get no redemption arc/their redemption arc would be them dying for another character

Eret’s castle would probably look evil and menacing rather than a celebration of pride

Quackity would be the comic relief character with no development

He’d be a drug dealer to endorse the stereotypes about Mexicans rather than to poke fun at them satirically

He’d probably only join L’Manberg after Schlatt dies because he has nothing better to do

Karl would lose his soft and bubbly personality and instead be the biggest playboy despite being on the ace spectrum (which would be scrapped as well)

Tommy’s trauma from exile would just disappear as soon as he joins Techno

Tommy would get a love interest at the end of his story

Bonus: He briefly develops a crush on Drista or Lani 🤮🤮

All the LGBTQ+ relationships would either be nonexistent or treated as jokes

Karlnapity would either be made just to demonize poly relationships or not exist at all

Niki wouldn’t date Puffy because she’ll always pine over Wilbur

DREAMNOTFOUND QUEERBAIT

Or they’d make George a female

Fem!George wouldn’t show up to events because Dream keeps her away from the battles to keep her safe but instead of it being done in a “he cares about her 🥺” way it’s done in a “wow he treats her like a child who cannot defend herself” way [direct quote from @tokenducks’s post] [as are some other points]

Schlatt and Quackity would actually get married but be hella toxic and the show would try to convince the audience that it’s normal (*cough* early 2010s Nickelodeon shows *cough*)

Awful Bad x Puffy x Skeppy/Fem!Skeppy love triangle

Ranboo’s mental issues would be demonized and paint him as dangerous and shady

Ranboo would get a villain arc

Tubbo would be a naive baby and all his choices will be chalked up to that instead of the fact that he’s a kid

Fundy’s tragic character arc will be infantilized and his relationship with Wilbur will be heavily romanticized as “aww he’s got daddy issues uwu 🥺”

Same with Sapnap’s character

E.g. He’ll feel betrayed when he finds out Dream doesn’t care about him but won’t really do anything about it

Or he’ll just kinda just be there and not have much plot relevance

Niki will finally get her own arc about coming to terms with Wilbur’s death but it will ultimately end with her ending up with Jack Manifold

The show won’t have the blurred morality theme that makes every individual character interesting and will instead paint all the characters as either right or wrong

Alyssa will be that one female character whose entire personality is being a strong independent woman (even though she was only around for the early days of the SMP before any real lore happened) and will disappear before the disc saga and never brought up again

Quackity, Fundy, and/or Ranboo would be killed off/not get a happy ending

Callahan, Ponk, and Antfrost will not exist

Mexican Dream will exist but will unironically be played by a white guy

The only characters that will pretty much stay the same are Punz and Purpled, only they’ll be less likeable and Purpled will be aged up

In the end, it would be revealed that Dream has some tragic backstory that made him the way he is and will immediately be let off the hook because “yeah he was an awful person who did awful things but he has a sad past so it’s fine 😭”

The show will be cancelled mid-season 3 because either the writers will feel that the plot’s taking too different of a turn or they’ll get sued for ripping off Stranger Things

There will probably be a part 2 (I didn’t even get started on Wilbur’s character) but it’ll help if you leave suggestions of your own so I can add them to the next part!

[also don’t forget to check out @wooteena, @tokenducks, and @clairedreems’s posts!]

[theonlygamergost]

He didn’t hesitate - Dream-ing SMP au

I was one of the people who wanted to see Wilbur blow everything up at the festival, and I also want to see Phil on the Dream SMP, but since he isn’t on the server... what if I mixed these two things that didn’t happen? 

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The Dream-ing SMP au is an au where Wilbur, Techno, Tommy and Tubbo join Phil’s Minecraft hardcore world, right after they joined, Wilbur gets a mysterious fever that makes him sleep for three days, while asleep, he dreams about the Dream SMP. So now, Wilbur will have to deal with the feelings and events that happened in the Dream SMP knowing that he dreamt them himself, All while living in Phil’s peaceful hardcore world.

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Cw// Jschlatt, Dream SMP festival - Tw// Swearing, TNT, (almost) Drowning, Angst, lots of angst, mention of nightmares?

This is very angsty, just saying, be ready to cry.

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Enjoy!

“Let the festival begin!” Tubbo exclaimed, everyone wondered why he had said such a line when the festival of Manburg had been going on for almost an hour now, but the line wasn’t meant for them.

From the top of the building he was standing on, he jumped down in broad daylight, running for the back of the hill, “WILBUR SOOT?” Quackity noticed his brown coat instantly, moving the attention of the president to him.

Both Niki’s and Fundy’s screams of his name were drowned by the adrenaline pumping through his blood, he jumped over the fence and dug the dirt covering the room with the button, he looked once more at the sign singing the L’Manburg anthem, sighed, and pressed the button, bolting outside once again, climbing over the hill to get a better view, he yelled “TUBBO, TECHNO, TOMMY RUN!!!” On cue, Techno started up his elytra meanwhile Tommy jumped off the same building Wilbur did.

Tubbo was about to jump off the stage to run towards him, to run in the woods, and finally join him in Pogtopia, but Jschlatt grabbed his arm,” Where are you going Tubbo? Are you following orders from that guy instead of mine?” Tubbo stuttered, Schlatt giggled, “Of course you would, traitor” To the sight of the president of MAnburg grabbing Tubbo’s arm, Tommy turned around and loaded his crossbow, ready to shoot at Schlatt and free his friend, but it was too late.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong in that exact moment.

Techno’s wings got shot, making him fall, Niki kneeled down to help him, the explosions had already made the blackstone stage and the seats in front of it disappear and Tommy, at the sight of his friend disappearing in a cloud of dust, froze still, “TOMMY RUN!!!” Wilbur shouted, running back towards a TNT-danger zone, but the blonde boy had also disappeared in the explosion by now, a cloud of dust engulfed the British boy in the brown coat.

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Wilbur sat up, sweat, tears, and heavy breathing clouded his mind and plagued his body, looking around frantically, the sober pattern of smooth stone, cobblestone, and oak fences welcomed him to the simple house, purple shulker boxes disposed in a line pointed at a pair of wings and a striped bucket hat, “P-Phil?”.

By the wall of chests, Phil was grabbing materials and mumbling to himself, his name being cried out by Wilbur made him turn around, “Will! Mate! You finally woke- Are you… ok?” The bright smile turned into a more preoccupied expression. Leaving the lists of things he needed on a shulker and sitting next to Wilbur on the red bed, Phil touched his forehead to find out it was boiling and covered in sweat, “You have a fever… that explains it” he mumbled to himself, making Wilbur even more confused.

“Explains what? And why are you here? Why am I here? I’m supposed to be in the Dream SMP Phil!” It was Phil’s turn to stare blankly at Wilbur, “Dream SMP? What are you talking about? Also, why wouldn’t you be here? You came here with Tubbo, Techno, and Tommy a couple of weeks ago now, did you forget about it?” At the sound of the names of his fellow Pogtopians, he asked where they were, to which Phil simply pointed outside.

The two young boys were playing happily with some of the dogs, giggling and running in the morning’s bright sun, a glass building with bees, and a fence full of cows could be seen in the distance.

“Techno left to mine some more netherite for you all, he won’t be back for a while”.

Knowing that everyone was safe made his heart rest a bit, only to get preoccupied with the fact that the older man didn’t know about the SMP “But what about the war? The election?” Phil sighed, getting up from Will’s bed “The fever must be getting to you Wilbur, you are speaking nonsense” Wilbur tried to complain, telling him about Schlatt and how he needed to get L’Manburg back, but Phil simply brought a hand up in a sign for him to stop rambling.

He took a cloth, dipping it into the cauldron and wringing it, going back to the bed, he gently pushed Wilbur down on his back and placed the damp cloth on his steaming forehead, “You slept for three days straight with a fever mate, it’s normal that your mind can get a bit delirious, I’m sure it must have been a pretty intense dream too, you kept shifting and whimpering, I think you cried a couple of times too.” Phil moved away from the bed again

A… dream? The Dream SMP was all… a dream?”

“Here, drink this” he helped Wilbur sit up-right again, giving him a glass of water, he started gulping down the liquid.

But it was all so detailed… he could feel the heat of the sun and the warmth of the other players…  he could feel the pain with each arrow and fall… everything looked and felt so real!

“Not to be a dick Will, but the sweat is starting to dry, if you don’t go wash you’ll start stinking soon” Phil interrupted his train of thoughts, “Plus, the water today isn’t cold, just a bit chilly, it’ll do you good, collecting your thoughts and waking you up… you might want to consider” Wilbur nodded, giving the blonde man back the glass after murmuring out a thanks for the water and the suggestion.

Getting up, the world started spinning, forcing him to sit back down. He waited a minute or so before slowly standing up again and leaning on the wall for support, his body did feel like he had been asleep for three days, his legs were holding him but they shook. As he looked down at them he realized that he was wearing his old skin: white tee, black jacket, and black trousers, it was definitely more comfortable than the L’Manburg and the Pogtopia skin.

Clicking the button to open the iron door, the bright sunlight blinded him briefly, while his eyes adjusted, some cheers in the distance brought him back to when it was just them, right after Eret betrayed them, Tommy, Tubbo, and himself, rebuilding the blown up L’Manburg while goofing around… the sunlight was just as warm.

The ocean surrounding most of Phil’s house was clear, you could see the bottom, the fishes and the sea lanterns.

Thank god in Minecraft you didn’t have to worry about your clothes getting wet, you could just jump in, feel the water on your skin, and be completely dry a few seconds after getting out.

So he did just that, taking a deep breath and inhaling as much oxygen as he could, he let his trembling legs give out and fall into the water.

In a second, everything went quiet, the cool water washed over him, getting rid of stress, sweat, and the effects of the fever, he felt reborn.

Just as he did when Dream gave him the TNT.

His forehead wrinkled, how was it all a dream? Tommy and Tubbo looked so peaceful while playing earlier, there is no way that they would have looked like that if the SMP happened, and Phil didn’t know anything about it? At this point, it had to have been a dream…

So if… hypothetically speaking… the Dream SMP… the wars… the betrayals… the election… the festival… If they were all a dream…

Did he create all of those situations? Did he think about Eret betrayal, all of those explosions, Schlatt winning, him and Tommy running into the woods…

Did he think about killing his friends? About making them fight in combat?

He made them suffer… he dreamt about making his friends suffer!

What kind of person does that?! What kind of friend dreams about those things?!

A faint voice called out his name, but his vision started to get darker… he was out of oxygen, but he was too occupied calling himself a monster… he was terrified of his mind… he was…

“WILBUR!!!”

In the last moment of consciousness, a shadow covered the few rays of sun filtered by the water while warm arms wrapped around him, pulling him upwards, then everything faded.

“WERE YOU NOT LOOKING OVER HIM??” “No- I didn’t think he would have just sunk to the bottom like a rock! He looked fine!” “Is he breathing?” “If-... He-... doesn’t-... soon-!”

As if a rock fell on his chest, Wilbur gasped for air as water rose up his throat, using his elbow as support as he coughed out the water that ended up in his lungs. He could feel the presence of people next to him, but he was too tired to turn and see who they were.

As he started breathing air again, he collapsed back on his back, the lights shined on the worried faces of Tommy, Phil, and Tubbo who where standing behind the man that was sitting on his knees in front of him, he was also panting and his clothes were also wet, after focusing on his face harder, he was able to see that it was Technoblade.

He gave him cpr...

“Will? Can you-... hear me? See me?” He nodded, Techno sighed in relief, using his hands to help himself up straight, he allowed Phil to kneel down next to Wilbur, sitting next to him up and cupping his face, “What the fuck crossed your mind, Wilbur?! Why would you not swim up to breathe?!”

He wasn’t paying too much attention to Phil, his eyes were focused on Tubbo that was holding his mouth, and Tommy who was hugging him, eyes clearly puffy from crying.

Then, behind the two teens, Technoblade emerged back from the water, with his royal red cape in a hand, and his shiny crown in the other.

Techno jumped in the water without taking his cape off…

The voice he heard calling his name in fear was Techno’s…

Techno saw Wilbur in the water and jumped in without taking his cape and crown off…

At that point, Wilbur started crying, gripping on Phil’s shoulder as hard as he could.

In the Dream SMP Techno did not hesitate to agree on helping Wilbur in his maniacal plan, without fear of his reputation getting damaged or getting his hands dirty…

… Just like he didn’t hesitate to jump in the water, even with the risk of damaging his cape and losing his crown.

[tysonrunningfox]

39 for... arvelia or feret.... PLS

I don’t know if you guessed this would be anything other than a corny high school party modern au with both feret and arvelia when you asked this, but that’s what you got, and also, I missed my clueless son with a crush on his sister and slutty arvid and awkward, distant Fuse who’s heart almost bursts all the time because an individual boy is so stupid.  

Kiss Prompts

If Aurelia’s dad doesn’t want her throwing parties, he shouldn’t take Stoick on his business trips and forget to tell her when they are until the morning of.  He definitely shouldn’t leave a stack of money on the table for school supplies she doesn’t need.  In fact, if he doesn’t want her throwing parties, he should explicitly say it, with the eye contact that her punishment probably won’t even include.  If she gets punished at all, honestly, even with the mess left behind as most of the kids trickle back out of the front door the house isn’t much dirtier than it is after her dad forgets to renew the cleaning service for a couple of weeks.  

Aurelia stirs the punch she made with the oldest bottle in the liquor cabinet before refilling it with the newest bottle.  It’s not that late but most people are gone, a fact that doesn’t make her necessarily optimistic for the school year ahead.  But Arvid Hofferson is still here, glowering in the corner, and that’s decent news.  His little brother is also lurking around though, waving brightly with a deep blush when Aurelia makes eye contact.  She rolls her eyes and goes back to the punch.  

She could pretend not to know Eret Hofferson’s name, but of course she does.  Not the way that he obviously wants her to know it, because the knowledge comes exclusively from the fact that he somehow bumbles his way to beating her score in almost every test despite never turning his homework in on time.  Maybe she’ll still pretend not to know his name, at least to his face.  Especially since her dad filled his internship slots and deposited an edited and rejected resume in her room without saying anything.  

Fuse Thorston is still here too, looking at the wall full of her dad’s framed designs, and Aurelia is a little shocked to see the red cup of punch in her hand.  She didn’t realize Fuse was human enough to eat and especially not to drink alcohol.  She thought Fuse subsisted on innovation alone, or something hokey that her dad would say.  She gets that she couldn’t get the internship because of nepotism, but it still stings to look between Eret and Fuse and have them both look comfortable here.  

Arvid looks at the door and says something to Eret about leaving, shoulders slumped slightly like he’s trying and failing to look smaller, and Aurelia can’t help but be a little gratified to be on the same side of discomfort as him.  Eret placates him and Aurelia thinks she hears something like a bribe that Arvid accepts with a grunt.  And just as the uncomfortable normalcy of being a spectator in her own home starts to set in in earnest, Aurelia notices something else.   Fuse glares at Arvid, like she always does, that icy, distant glare that keeps even Aurelia’s less than charitable thoughts in check.  Then her eyes flick to Eret and soften slightly as she fidgets with her hair and takes a sip of her punch.  

Interesting.  

Aurelia looks around the room at the few remaining groups of people, mostly sitting around and talking.  Probably not more than a dozen, in all, a small enough group to have a decent chance of this being very interesting.  She picks up the empty bottle from the newer scotch she disguised–no, promoted–and gestures at Eret with it, watching his eyes widen and looking away when he starts slapping Arvid excitedly on the arm.  

“In the nature of a true cliche last day of summer party,” Aurelia addresses the room at large, “I think we have to play spin the bottle or it doesn’t even count.”  

“Good point!”  Eret’s voice cracks and maybe Aurelia should have chosen someone less enthusiastic to back her up on this.  

There’s a general grumble in the room, a nervous, pubescent sound that makes Aurelia feel very young and very mature all at the same time.  She hasn’t kissed anyone, exactly, and she tries not to see Arvid glowering at his feet like he’s so much above all of this.  

“Will Arvid play?”  A girl in a small group in the corner asks, tittering to her friend when Arvid’s face shifts instantly and he winks at them, shrugging one too cool shoulder.  

“Why wouldn’t he?  It seems like his kind of game,” Aurelia either can’t or won’t hold back that comment, but Arvid doesn’t deny it, eyes on the girls in the corner as he takes an easy seat on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him.  

“That bottle won’t spin very well,” he advises her and she hates the way he ignores her entirely for the bottle in her right hand and the girls in the corner.  Mostly, she hates the way that she sees herself in him, in the way he waffles from uncomfortable and trying to disappear to holding the attention in the room like a weapon.  "So you might want to sit close.“  He winks at the girls again and the effect is instantaneous.  

Everyone sits on the floor in a loose circle, Eret sliding between two girls in an obvious bid to be closer to Arvid, like he can use that to his advantage, because presumably everyone will be aiming for his brother.  One of the girls scoots pointedly away from him and he blushes, fidgeting and looking at his hands.  That irritating familiarity is worse the more that she sees him and Aurelia struggles not to focus on it.  She knows him from somewhere, somewhere else, somewhere she didn’t like him very much.  She sits exactly opposite to Arvid, half as a point of pride and half to distract herself by looking at him.  He looks at the bottle in her hand again, leaning easily towards a pretty blonde who looks far too happy to be close to him.  

"Really, princess, blended whiskey?  You couldn’t afford anything better for us?”  

Aurelia snorts, “I used my dad’s thirty year in the punch and just refilled the bottle with this.”  

“Waste of good scotch.”  Arvid is trying to sound older and it works and Aurelia hates how easily he does it.  His size can’t hurt.  It can’t hurt at all, especially coupled with the arms that flex when he leans back on his hands.  

“I liked the punch,” Eret contributes with an exaggerated nod and there’s that prick of something familiar about it that makes Aurelia dismissively angry.  

“Wasting it was the point,” she snips at Arvid, “now I get to see if my dad can even tell the difference.”  

“Are we going to play or what?”  Arvid grins at the blonde next to him and Aurelia rolls her eyes, setting the bottle in the middle of the circle and gesturing at it.  

She looks around, waiting for someone to grab it and notices that Fuse isn’t sitting and worse, she’s back at the wall of drawings, back pointedly turned to Eret.  And that’s half the game here, it’s explosive to get Fuse to kiss Arvid, it’s revealing if Fuse kisses Eret.  It’ll tell Aurelia if that awkward shift in her posture when she looked at him meant anything or if she was just being awkward.  It could be either, but she wants to know, especially because it distracts her from the chances that she won’t get to kiss Arvid at all and instead she’ll be stuck watching him kiss a bunch of other girls with decent aim.  

“Fuse,” Aurelia waves at the girl who turns around with a shifty, obvious side glance at Eret.  "You have to play.“  

"I don’t,” Fuse shakes her head.  

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”  

“Probably not,” she answers a bit slowly, looking at the bottle like she does at the drawings she hasn’t figured out yet.  

“So there’s a small chance that it could be fun,” Aurelia points at the recently vacated spot next to Eret, “there’s room.”  

“Yeah, Fuse, you can sit by me,” Eret smiles at her and pats the rug, friendly in a less hyper way than he is with Aurelia and Fuse thinks for a second, back held straight, before taking him up on the offer.  He jostles her arm with a friendly elbow and she takes another sip of punch, eyes fixed on the bottle in the center of the circle.  

Very interesting.  

“If I get Thorston, we’re leaving,” Arvid curls his lip slightly and Eret glares at him.  

“No offense taken,” Fuse’s tone is a bit cutting and Arvid grinds his teeth, trying not to respond.  

“In that case,” the girl who asked in the first place if Arvid would play snatches the bottle possessively from the center of the circle, spinning it with a hopeful glance in his direction.  It lands on some other boy and the two reluctantly kiss.  Then he spins and gets another girl, leading to a few boring, low stakes turns.  One girl swears under her breath when she doesn’t get Arvid and the boy sitting next to her, who Aurelia thinks is her boyfriend, starts in on her about it, which makes Arvid relax under the unspoken threat.  

The kid clenches his fists and Arvid goes to stand up, but the girlfriend flushes and drags her boyfriend out through the front door and their bickering resumes as soon as it’s closed.  

“Well then,” Arvid grabs the bottle, “since my lack of turns is causing so many problems…” He spins it and Aurelia doesn’t necessarily like how right he was about the rickety way that it spins.  Or at least she doesn’t until it stops, clearly pointing at her.  

“Of course,” Eret scoffs under his breath and Arvid’s flash of genuine concern at his brother makes Aurelia’s chest throb slightly.  She noticed Arvid immediately for all the obvious reasons, but no matter how much of a dick he pretends to be, she can’t help but see the cracks in his facade.  This one makes her think so acutely of Stoick that she hopes, vainly and impossibly, that his cracks might line up with hers.  

“Come here,” he leans across the circle, moving quickly like he intends to get it over with, and before she can acclimate to the warm, undeniably strong fingers that cup her jaw, his chapped lips brush across her cheek.  It’s not a real first kiss but it feels like it and she touches her cheek reflexively as he pulls away, giving Eret a sheepish look and folding his hands on his lap.  

“That’s against the rules,” Eret tells him miserably, and that self-sacrificing pout ignites a flare of Aurelia’s irritation almost loud enough to drown out the tingling in her cheek.  

“Why don’t you take your turn then if you don’t like how he plays?”  She snaps, nudging the bottle towards him with her toe and tugging her skirt down when she sees Arvid glance at her leg.  She glares at him and he thinks harder, looking between the bottle and her face with a slow sweep that doesn’t give away any of his thoughts.  

“You don’t want your turn?” Eret hedges quietly and Aurelia shakes her head.  

“No, Eric, I’m good.”  

His face falls and looks even more familiar and Aurelia can almost place it until Arvid’s glare hits the side of her face like a focused laser and she looks at her hands in her lap to avoid it.  He shakes his head at her, disgust palpable and the tingle in her cheek goes cold all at once.  

“Ok then,” Eret rallies with an impressive straight face that Aurelia doesn’t expect to feel bad about, but does, “guess I’ll go.”  He spins it a little slowly and for a second, it looks like it’s going to land pointing back at him, which is unusually cruel even for a game like this, and he mutters under his breath, “just my luck.”  

It doesn’t stop on him though, instead just barley short and pointing directly at the cup Fuse is holding in front of her.  She goes bright red and her face falls slightly, the ‘just my luck’ hitting her as hard as Arvid’s glare hit Aurelia.  

“Oh,” Eret faces her, leaning on his hand and shaking slightly shaggy hair out of his face.  

“You don’t have to,” Fuse lets him off the hook, shifting like she’s going to stand up and Eret stops her with an awkward, hand-waving pat on the shoulder.  

“No, I didn’t mean–I thought it was going to land on me and I was going to have to do that whole thing where you make it look like you’re making out with yourself?” He demonstrates, rubbing his hands up and down his sides and making a kissing sound that makes Arvid slump forward, cradling his head in his hands when a few other girls laugh.  "And I don’t know if my ego could handle that, but then it stopped on you and saved me from embarrassment.  Or it would have, if I didn’t do that anyway.“  

The girls laugh again and Aurelia frowns at them, a little irked on Eret’s behalf.  The flailing is familiar in the way that irritates her, but he’s trying to make up for the careless thing he said to Fuse.  Maybe this was a mistake, she doesn’t think she likes Eret feeling so human after he took her internship spot.  It makes her feel bad about the name thing and she glances at Arvid, who’s still lamenting his brother’s lack of tact.  

"You really don’t have to,” Fuse repeats and Eret shrugs a casual, clueless shoulder, risking a barely there glance at Aurelia before swallowing hard.  

“I’m the one bringing up the rules, it doesn’t make much sense for me to break them now,” he grins, friendly and almost disarmingly harmless in a way that makes Arvid’s protectiveness make even more sense.  Eret rests his hand on Fuse’s shoulder at the base of her neck, leaning in slightly before stopping again.  "Unless you don’t want me to.“  

Fuse blushes obviously and a couple people laugh awkwardly as she leans in and kisses him, chaste but direct and lingering a second longer than the boring, low-stakes kisses that transpired in the first few rounds of the game.  When she pulls back, Eret is frowning at her, a little out of breath, more than a little goofy as he pats her on the shoulder and ducks his head to hide the flush on his face.  

Arvid looks at Aurelia suspiciously and maybe even a little conspiratorially, like he just saw something he doesn’t quite like and wants corroboration.  Aurelia shrugs, cheek tingling, glaring at the blonde beside Arvid who looks judgementally at Eret.  She wishes she hadn’t feigned forgetting his name and there’s a weird feeling of ownership that comes with that, like she hit a quota and she was the only one who got to make fun of him anyway.  

"My turn,” Fuse takes the bottle and spins it a little too hard, eyes suspiciously bright in a way that confirms Aurelia’s suspicions, but she finds herself lacking the feeling of victory that usually accompanies being right off of so little information.  She wants to hate Fuse for getting that internship, but it’s hard somehow, harder still when the bottle lands back tilted at Eret and the small smile on Fuse’s face is smug like she did it on purpose.  "You don’t have to,“ she reminds him and he shakes his head, a little bolder this time.  

"It’s fine.”  He leans in with purpose, hand barely touching her elbow as his lips press against hers with a cautious confidence that makes Aurelia look away.  Arvid catches her eye and shakes his head, like he knows she did this on purpose, at some level, and she wants to tell him that there’s no way she could have known that Fuse was a secret spin the bottle prodigy who could bend it to her will.  It only makes sense, given the way her dad goes on about her though.  Maybe her dad would go on about Eret a little less, though, if he saw the clumsy but surprisingly determined way that he’s continuing to kiss his fellow intern.  

“Maybe he’s had enough of a turn,” Aurelia cuts them off and it doesn’t quite make them stop, so she grabs the bottle and taps it against the floor, “I’ll take my turn now, I guess.”  

“Oh,” Eret shakes his head, eyes a little glazed, that confused frown still solidly in place on his red face.  "Yeah, go ahead.“  He glances sheepishly at Fuse, who is taking a long, slow sip from her cup, staring straight ahead.  

Aurelia spins the bottle and it wobbles slightly before pointing obviously at Arvid.  

"Come on, there are other people here,” the blonde next to him huffs and Aurelia glares at her.  

“There’s enough to go around,” Arvid says it like he’s expected to, but he’s glancing back and forth between Eret’s zoned out gaze at the floor a couple of feet in front of him and Aurelia’s carefully neutral expression.  Eret looks at him and waves a twitchy hand, shoulder bouncing and bumping Fuse’s, which makes his cheeks redden to almost match his hair.  His hair is a familiar color and Aurelia lets herself be distracted by it instead of focusing on the fact that there’s no way Arvid is actually going to kiss her.  "You sure?“

"It’s just a game, right?”  Eret looks at Fuse again, wiping his hands on his knees.  

“Of course,” Arvid leans across the circle again and Aurelia can’t believe that he’s actually licking his lips until he pauses, sitting back on his knees and taking his phone out.  The curious, almost expectant expression she can barely believe melts into his usual frustrated glower immediately and he tosses an empty cup at Eret, breaking at least some of his daze.  "We’ve got to go now, bro.“  

"What’s wrong?”  Eret scrambles to his feet along with Arvid, glancing back at Fuse again and shaking his shaggy head.  

“It’s Ingrid,” Arvid huffs, glaring at Aurelia with a sudden understanding, “your father is at our house, princess, this party was just a distraction for him to harass our mom.”  

“I didn’t know he was back,” Aurelia panics slightly, jumping to her feet and collecting empty cups for the trash.  

“Likely story,” Arvid scoffs at her and Eret grabs his arm, gesturing at the door.  

“Does it matter?  We’ve got to go.”  

Arvid looks like he wants to say or do something else but Aurelia brushes past him, opening the front door and ushering everyone towards it.  

“You’ve all go to go.”  

Arvid stomps out to his car without another word, leading most of the crowd with him, but Eret pauses in the doorway.  

“Thanks for the party,” He says to her, tone bright but flatter than his usual over-friendly chirp.  He looks over his shoulder at Fuse again and then back at Aurelia, biting his lip for a second before continuing.  "Don’t let Arvid get to you, I believe you didn’t know about your dad getting back.“  

"Good for you,” she snaps, a little impatient even though she appreciates it.  "Because it’s true.“  

"I just said that I believe you,” he looks at Fuse again and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something about her but then Arvid lays on the horn and shouts something out of the window about leaving him.  "Fuck, dude, I’m on my way!“  He jogs down the front walk and Aurelia watches him slide dramatically across the hood of the old car before sliding almost gracefully into it through the passenger window.  The door probably doesn’t open.  

"Do you need any help cleaning up?”  It’s Fuse asking, throwing away a stack of used cups and wrinkling her nose at the mess.  Her lips are a little red, from the punch or from the game, Aurelia isn’t sure, but either way, it makes her want to be alone.  She has that nagging feeling that she’s so close to putting something together, and Fuse is like a grain of sand between her thoughts.  

“No, I’ve got it.”  

“Alright.”  Fuse leaves without anymore fanfare and Aurelia sets about throwing things away and stashing the empty bottle at the bottom of the recycle bin, Eret’s parting words oddly swirling around in her head more than the fact that Arvid almost kissed her.  Or maybe it’s the way he runs, or the jerky little twitch of his shoulders.  It was easier to focus on him when he wasn’t staring at her and the irritation with him lessened enough to feel more like a habit than an actual feeling.  

She’s about to give up, or at least try to sleep on it, when she’s putting the punch bowl back in the closet at the end of the hall and notices her dad’s dusty college graduation picture on the wall next to his diploma.  Her eyes widen and she freezes, shutting the closet door slowly and leaning against it.  Oh God.