#i know quackity went live with the presidential candidates???? i think????????

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I cannot imagine using this site as a non-mcyt enjoyer and just watching qsmp trend randomly. Like imagine you're going about your day and all of a sudden thousands of people in 4 different languages are losing their minds over a pixel egg on yaoi island

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Have a Drink With Me

Pairing: President!Wilbur x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, hate fucking, cursing, 18+ content

Note: I’ve seen the concept of this thrown around by a few different people, and I just had to write a fic for it. Tagging one of my favorite writers aka @sallysimp because Wilbur content.

Ever since you heard about the L’Manberg presidential election, you had the idea of running for president. In fact, you boasted about being the one of the few female candidates. You had nothing against Wilbur, Quackity, Schlatt, or anyone else running for president. But you knew this was something you wanted to do.

You missed the angry glances Wilbur had sent your way. To you, he seemed kind and respectful. In reality, he was pissed at the fact that another person had decided to run for president. It was bad enough with the likes of Schlatt and Quackity, but you? Someone he barely knew a thing about? He wouldn’t have that.

You were a bit shocked when he invited you over for a drink. You didn’t know him that well, so you didn’t think a drink would do any harm. So you agreed. You would meet Wilbur over at his place the night before those running for president would make their speeches.

Wilbur greeted you at his door, a smile on his face. “Glad you could make it! I’ll be serving us some whiskey, and maybe a snack?” You nodded, “sounds good. I’m good with whatever.” He gestured for you to come in, and you did so. You felt awkward to be standing in his home, having barely known the guy for a couple of weeks or so. “Nice house,” you said shly, hanging your coat on his nearby coat rack.

He chuckled from the kitchen, “thank you, I built it myself.” You could hear the sound of him grabbing wine glasses as you sat down on the couch in the front room. You stared around the room, taking it all in. Despite only knowing him for a few brief encounters, the room suited him. You couldn’t explain it other than it just....was very him.

He returned with two glasses and a bottle, a grin on his face. He Wilbur settled in next to you before pouring the whiskey into the two glasses. He raised his to toast you, which you accepted. You both took a sip after your glasses clinked, and it wasn’t even a second later when he said, “so, running for president, hmm?” You took another sip, nodding. His smile faded a bit as he continued, “now, why would you go and do that? I mean, do you even know anybody in L’Manberg?” “Does it really matter? I want to help keep this country safe, and I can do that without knowing the full story of everyone that lives here,” you said almost proudly. That earned a glare from him as he took another sip. You took a sip as well, eyes locked onto his. Despite the tense conversation, you weren’t gonna back down easily.

He chuckled, “god, you think you have a chance tomorrow? You think you can win against me, love?” You hated the way your stomach grew butterflies from his tone and words, “yes, I do think I can win against you.” Wilbur’s jaw tightened, and he set down his now empty glass. Without a second thought, he poured himself another drink. He settled back into the couch, watching you grab the bottle as well. Just to piss him off, you took a sip from the bottle itself. You wanted to laugh as you watched a look of shock come across his face. “Oh, you fucking-“ he muttered under his breath, now looking pissed. You went to grab another sip when he grabbed your arm, stopping you from doing so. “I let you into my home, I offer you a drink, and this is my repayment?” he growled, his brown eyes narrowed as he stared intensely at you. You put on a condescending smile, “and what about it?”

Wilbur set down his glass again before he reached out and grabbed your jaw, forcing the smile off of your face. “God, you piss me off, love,” he growled, “so. Fucking. Much.” Part of you wanted to slap him for being an asshole. Part of you also wanted to piss him off even more. “What are you going to do? Stop me from running for president?” you taunted, “too bad, pretty boy. I’m going to make you look like an idiot tomorrow. In front of all your friends-“

Wilbur cut you off by shoving his fingers into your mouth, causing you to gag in surprise. “I’d shut up if I were you,” he said darkly. And something about the way his fingers felt in your mouth and the intensity of his gaze made you let out a moan. His eyes widened, and he looked rather confused. They narrowed again as he let out a dark chuckle, “oh, what’s this? Don’t tell me I’m running for president against a slut.” If you weren’t thinking about how hot he was before, you certainly were now. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wiped them onto the couch, looking at your lips intently. Without much of a warning, he dove in and kissed you roughly, his hand back up and gripping the side of your face.

Wilbur pushed against you, forcing you to lay down on the couch. You could see that he was beginning to get hard in his trousers. “Oh, did pretty boy get a hard on from that?” you taunted, rolling your hips up into his. He let out a moan at that, his hips rolling in response, “shut up.” He got his revenge by unbuckling you pants and nearly ripping them off of you. Wilbur began to tease you through your underwear, a smirk on his face. “Oh, someone’s enjoying this a little too much,” he taunted. You couldn’t even find the words to taunt him again, lost in the feeling of his long fingers against you. He soon moved your underwear away, his eyes darkening as he saw you were enjoying it. Wilbur teased only a moment more before slipping one of his long fingers into you, smirking as you moaned. “Ah look at that, she is a little whore. And so tight...” he taunted again. It wasn’t long until another finger pushed into you. You whined at the intrusion. “Oh fuck you,” you hissed. Wilbur just grinned at you, “impatient, are we?”

And just when you were about to cum, his fingers were gone. You glared up at him, angry that he edged you like that. Your glare soon went away as you watched him pull out his hard cock. Wilbur gave himself a few soft strokes, letting out a few groans. If you weren’t desperate to hate him, you would have almost thought he was cute. His cheeks were pink, and his hair and forehead were sweaty. Perhaps you did find this image attractive, just a bit.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the feel of his cock pushing against your soaking entrance, him looking at you with an eyebrow raised. You nodded, looking away in embarrassment. Wilbur scoffed, but nevertheless pushed into you slowly. You whined at the intrusion, and he let out a moan as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he said shakily, keeping himself from moving for a moment. After what seemed like eternity, you scoffed, “well? Are you just gonna sit there? Thought the guy running for president would at least know how to fuck someone.”

You couldn’t tell if you regretted your words or not as he pulled out before thrusting into you roughly after that. You clutched to his back, whining loudly. He smirked as he began to thrust into you again, building a rhythm as he leaned down to bite at your neck, littering it with dark bruises. Wilbur took one of his hands to grip around your throat, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make you sob out a moan. “Look at you, absolutely giving yourself over to me,” he taunted, grinning widely, “sobbing over how good my cock feels. Such a cockslut...” Your nails dug into his back as he sped up his thrusts, the hand on your neck tightening slightly. “Wil-Wilbur...I’m gonna cum,” you panted out, already so close to coming. His grin only grew, “yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?” Wilbur yanked your chin up so you looked right into his eyes as he said, “then do it, slut. Cum on my cock.” With a few deep thrusts from him, you came with a loud moan. He groaned as you clenched around him, slowing down just for a moment. You stared at him in confusion, “why did you..?” You were sitting up just as he thrusted into you again, catching you off guard. Wilbur smirked as he said, “oh, I’m not done with you. Not yet. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You whimpered out from overstimulation as he sped up his thrusts again. This was going to be a long night....

Wilbur brushed off his jacket as he walked up to the podium to deliver his speech. On the outside, he seemed calm and collected, giving a rather impressive speech to the audience below. But he was trying his best to hold back a maniac grin as he spoke. For you weren’t there to deliver your speech. Wilbur Soot had fucked you until you just about passed out, and had overslept due to exhaustion. In fact, you had gotten up in realization halfway through the event. Standing up on wobbly legs, you got dressed and made your way to the gathering. Wilbur had just about finished his speech when he saw you walk up, his smile fading into a look of hidden anger.

You looked like shit, eyes baggy and clothes a bit wrinkled. Nevertheless, you made your way to the podium after, delivering your speech to the crowd. You had even gotten a few claps after you had finished. The crowd, in fact, seemed to like you.

And that pissed Wilbur off even more. It was getting harder to keep his anger at bay. You walked off the podium and were dragged behind the large structure. “Oh, you little bitch,” Wilbur snarled. You smirked at him, “oh? Did your little plan fail, pretty boy? Better luck next time.” Wilbur looked frightening almost, the dark look on his face both exciting and scaring you. He chuckled darkly, “oh, you’ll get what’s coming to you, love. I promise that.”

With that, the two of you walked back to the audience, pretending the tension between the two of you was nonexistent. Despite the hatred you held for one another, you both knew the previous nights events wouldn’t be a one time thing.

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (11)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader)

(people showed chapter 10 some nice love so here’s chapter 11. sorry it took so long to get out. I threw my back out and doing just about anything has been physical torture. but I’m starting to feel better so here’s hoping I’ll write more soon. but remember, please comment and reblog. they keep me motivated! <3)

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Things settled down pretty well after the election. Almost unbelievably so. Wilbur pretty much completely disappeared afterwards. You felt worried and voiced your concerns with Niki, saying you hoped he wasn’t terribly upset he’d lost the election. You understand he no doubt felt incredibly attached to the title of president, and he may feel resentful of you for ‘stealing’ it from him. Niki smiled at you, glad you were being kinder about this than the other contestants would be in your shoes, but sighed and said,

“Yeah, he’ll probably be upset for a while. But I’m sure he’ll come around to accept you as the new president.”

You gave her a thankful smile, even if you didn’t quite believe her words. But then you paused and wondered if maybe, despite all your reservations about the brunet man, it was possible to smooth things over with him? Maybe all you needed to do was sit and have a talk with him. Perhaps he’d gone insane in the original timeline because both Schlatt and Quackity were… well, for lack of a nicer term, total dicks to him. They were openly antagonistic to the former president, banishing him and his younger brother from the very nation they fought and died for, which no doubt added to his crumbling mental state after L’manberg chose a new leader.

But maybe you could be different from Schlatt and Quackity. Honestly you had no desire to be cruel to Wilbur, though you would not put up with any of his BS, and honestly you hoped to have a neutral relationship with the man. So you decided right then that there was no harm in trying. Your smile brightened and you nodded and said to the blonde woman,

“You’re probably right, he just needs some time. Maybe after a few days he and I can have lunch and just talk. Clear the air between us. I’ve never been president before so I’m sure he’d be a great help in getting me better settled in!”

Niki was super glad you were being so chill about all of this. She knew you were the best choice for president. That’s probably why she’d voted for you. (yeah she’d heard your little speech and was really moved) But she’d never tell Wilbur that. He fully believed she’d voted for Coconut2020, and to be fair she had intended to until she was so moved by your speech. You had a way with words that just put the listener at ease.

“Yeah, I’m sure things will be alright,” Niki replied with a cheerful smile.

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You settled into being president pretty well all things considered. There wasn’t as much work as you were expecting there to be for a president. But perhaps your only frame of reference (the US president) was a bit different than your current job (l’manberg president). L’manberg was super small actually. Especially compared to the United States. Hell, Punz’ house was almost as big as L’manberg if you remember right. 

You’re glad there wasn’t much presidential work to do at that moment. Because you wouldn’t have had time to juggle that work plus going back to your village and packing up some of your stuff in your ender chest before telling the villagers (and azo) what actually happened while you were gone. Which had been an ordeal in itself. You felt bad for just leaving to a new place so out of the blue. But you felt obligated to complete the role of president given to you. You’d feel less obligated if there was some other option you felt safe passing the torch to. Someone not a child. That left out every minor on this server and Wilbur. 

Part of you considered Fundy and Niki for the job but another part of you doubted if they’d be able to handle it. Honestly they shouldn’t have to either. It’s no secret that being president is one of the most stressful jobs a person can have. Being in charge of the safety and well-being of a group of people is enough to turn anyone’s hair grey. Even if the group was just like 10 or so people like L’manberg had. You remember seeing a post about pictures at the start and end of American presidents’ time in office. And each president looked at least a decade older in each after picture. Complete with wrinkles and grey hair. Those happened in FOUR years! Their jobs were so stressful that they aged 10+ years in only 4 years.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Tommy practically shouting “We’re here!!” as you all made it over the hill that led to your village. The first thing you saw was the towering bamboo wall around the perimeter of the place. You’d been so in your own head that you’d actually forgotten about the two boys on either side of you. They’d insisted they accompany you to your village as ‘presidential bodyguards’ despite the fact you said you would be fine. They’d practically demanded to go, to ensure the ‘new prez’ didn’t get attacked on the journey. Amused and touched that they cared, you’d finally relented and let them come along. You’d only be gone a short while anyways. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

It didn’t take long to pack up everything you wanted to take with you to L’manberg. You put all the nice gifts the villagers gave you (as well as a couple of the banners you made) and some of the stuff you made and packed it away into a shulker box you pulled from the Creative inventory before picking up said box and putting it inside your ender chest. Then you just picked that chest up and tucked it safely in your inventory and you were basically done. With packing anyways.. You still had to talk to the villagers and let them know you had to move away for a while. But you doubted they’d be heartbroken or anything. Maybe bummed out but they’d understand. It’s not like they’d be lost without you. They’d been living in this world long before you showed up and they’d probably be here long after you left.

Then you were ringing the village bell. And like every time you did the villagers all poked their heads out from wherever they were to see who rang it and what was going on. And when they saw you they brightened and hurried over to see what was happening. They gathered around you and the bell, murmuring curiously between themselves. You sighed and cleared your throat, gathering their attention to you before you hesitated, not entirely sure what to say. Should you explain the entire story from start to finish? No, probably not. That would take a while and you felt like they’d get bored fast. But just blurting out that you were leaving felt too abrupt and blunt. Though your indecision ended up not mattering because Tubbo finally lost patience with the silence and just let the metaphorical cat out of the bag in his usual laid back candid way.

“Are you gonna tell them you’re moving away?”

Oh that caught the villagers’ attention and suddenly you were surrounded by displeased grunts and hums, like surround sound stereos. You sighed and confirmed yes, you were. So with the news out there you started explaining what happened the day before, or at least a shortened version of it. You mentioned how you’d gone to support Tommy, placing a hand on his shoulder as you said this. Then you said how you’d sorta advised everyone to vote for who they felt would lead them smartly, and how you guess they took that as you entering the presidential ring.. And finally how you’d won the election by some points and how you’d not wanted to reject their trust so you’d accepted the job…

“Reader is our new president!!” Tommy practically shouted, clearly excited. 

Though from the disgruntled murmurs from the villagers they didn’t seem happy.. But you told them it would be okay. You’d come and visit them as often as you could while juggling your new job. But even with that promise they didn’t seem happy. Your shoulders slumped a bit and without thinking you said,

“I’m not happy about having to leave the village and move away either. But I made a promise to the people of L’manberg, one I intend to keep.” 

Despite not feeling the best about this you were determined to keep your word.

“Besides, it’s not like I can just pack up the village and move you all next to L’manberg!” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.

But the idea didn’t sound too bad to the villagers. They basically worshipped you as their guardian deity. So if loading up all their possessions and hauling them to a new place meant they got to stay within reach of their deity then so be it. They’d still be living in squalor if it hadn’t been for your kindness and generosity, so they wanted to follow you wherever you went. Be it sunny skies, harsh rain, freezing snow. 

So they all made excited grunts and you blinked at them, catching on to their train of thought pretty fast. You shook your head, missing the confused looks the two teen boys were shooting between you and the villagers, and said they couldn’t follow you to L’manberg. Hearing this made the boys’ eyebrows shoot up and they started asking if the villagers wanted to come live in L’manberg. You sighed and said they seemed to, yes, but it wasn’t viable because there was nowhere for them to live! Moving them all on a spur of the moment thing would be reckless. Not only would the journey be very hard on them and take quite a while but there’s also no homes available for them in L’manberg. 

“We could make some houses for them if they want to move to L’manberg!” Tubbo said with a little grin, not seeing the issue with them coming over.

You rubbed a hand down your face, careful not to jostle your mask too much. But then you sighed and finally caved in. 

“Okay, you can all move next to L’manberg,” you began, but before they could cheer you cut them off with, “BUT! They can’t leave today. I refuse to let them take the whole long journey to L’manberg just so they can be homeless when they get there.”

You said you and some others (who you would pay) would build a new village next door to L’manberg for them. And once it was complete you would come back and help ferry them all over safely. But you might have to take them over in small groups to avoid hostile mobs and stuff. Though despite all the risks the villagers seemed quite happy with everything. So you pulled out your notebook, the same one you’d used when you first showed up to the village actually, and made a note to start construction on a new village to either the North or East of L’manberg. Or whatever side had better building room. But now that that all was settled you bid the villagers goodbye, saying you’d start construction as soon as possible.

With that out of the way you decided to pay a visit to Azo. You missed the adorable little piglin and hoped she was doing okay. Your boys followed you into the Nether, asking what you needed from there so badly. That made you pause and realize they’d never officially met Azo! You smiled down at them and said you’d sort of taken up guardianship of a little piglin girl who lost her parents. You’d expected questions and some comments but got nothing but silence in return, which left you feeling a bit confused. But when you glanced over at the boys you saw Tubbo looking lost in thought and Tommy looking mildly upset. This caused you to stop short, which made them pause and look back at you. 

“What’s wrong?” you couldn’t help but ask.

But they both waved you off, Tubbo with a soft ‘what do you mean?’ and Tommy with an almost harsh sounding  ‘nothing’, both of which didn’t sound the least bit convincing. So you tilted your head to the side and in a firmer (but still gentle) tone you asked again what was wrong. Tommy’s nose scrunched up and he crossed his arms, adamantly saying nothing and asking if you all could hurry up and see ‘this kid’ since you had to hurry back to L’manberg. Tubbo tried to piggyback off Tommy, his smile attempting to be brighter as he agreed, saying he wanted to meet your ‘new kid’. That’s when it hit you..

“Are you two upset that I adopted a kid?”

Tommy wasn’t very subtle with his feelings, his loud “WHAT?! NO!” didn’t convince you of his supposed ‘uncaring’ regarding the situation. Tubbo however reacted slower than his friend, like he was processing what you’d asked before he gave a laugh that sounded too stilted to be genuine and denied being upset, saying that was ridiculous. Tommy actually started walking away, heading in the direction you three had followed when you were together here last time, with the goatish brunet watching him anxiously. But you called for him to stop and come back, maybe a touch sterner than you’d wanted. But when the blond came back to you he refused to look at you, just scowling down at his feet. You felt your heart ache at the sight and let out a calm breath.

You wrapped one arm around the blond’s shoulders and the other around his back, pulling him into a comforting hug. You laid your cheek on the top of his mop of hair, glancing down at Tubbo who was shifting between watching you both and glancing away nervously. Without much thought you removed the hand holding Tommy’s back and instead used it to carefully tug the brunet boy into the hug. They just stood there at first, still and awkward almost. But once Tubbo wrapped his arms around your hips and Tommy’s back his blond friend quickly caved and sunk into your warmth, wrapping his arms around you both tightly, like he was afraid you’d both disappear. 

You took a breath and gently began to rock the two back and forth, missing how Tommy’s eyes pricked with hot tears as he heard your steady heartbeat against his ear. After a couple minutes of just standing there relaxed into the hug you said quietly but with as much emotion as you could put into it,

“Tommy, Tubbo, please talk to me. I can do many things, but reading minds is not one of them.”

You felt your shirt become warm and you frowned and hugged them tighter,

“If something is bothering you two, if you’re sad or upset or angry then you need to tell me so I can maybe do something to make you feel better. I never wanna see either of you upset, so please… talk to me?”

The air around you three was unintentionally heavy, only the sound of fire crackling nearby broke up the silence. It was killing you to remain quiet but you didn’t want to push them to speak. That would just make them clam up and possibly push you away. So you waited, just holding and rocking them as you did. And your eyes brightened when your patience was rewarded.

“.... Why’d you have to go and get a kid?”

You half expected for Tommy to be the one to break the silence, he was always so against the quiet. But no, instead it had been Tubbo who finally buckled and voiced his thoughts. You couldn’t help but ask what he meant. And he sort of stuttered over his words, not sounding exactly sure what he wanted to say before he got his thoughts and mouth to cooperate.

“I thought you already-.. I mean you have us.. Why’d you-..”

If your heart could physically break like glass then you knew after hearing that it would be in a hundred pieces on the floor. You couldn’t help but pull them closer and bury your face between theirs, unknowingly letting out a softened keening sound. 

“I want you both to listen, just because I take another child under my wing doesn’t mean I no longer care about you two. I don’t think I could ever stop caring about you. You’re my boys, and I-....” here is where you hesitated, not wanting so sound weird but you continued,

“If you both want… I mean since neither of you have one to my knowledge… I’d happily be your mom.”

Shy isn’t exactly how you’d describe the two boys you’d begun to care for, but there was no other word accurate enough to describe how they agreed to your offer to be their mom. Tubbo gave an almost meek, “alright, sure” while holding onto your waist and Tommy gave a long-suffering sigh while trying to discreetly wipe his eyes and said, “I guess you’re cool enough to be my mum. Barely though.” That caused you to let out a loud guffaw, your grip on them loosening enough to where you could ruffle the blond’s hair.

“Ohhhhh, Big man himself thinks I’M cool? Very high praise~”

The heavy atmosphere lightened and your laughter had the two boys laughing too. But then a sly grin took over your face and you chuckled. The sound alerted the boys of your mischievous mood and they looked up when you started talking.

“Well, now that you’ve accepted me as your mom I’m legally obligated to do all sorts of ‘Mom Stuff’, I hope you realize that. Like making sure you both eat things besides bread and meat, make sure you sleep regularly, and do the spit thing when you’ve got dirt on your face.”

They gave you a look that was a mixture of confusion and mild disgust, and Tommy couldn’t help but blurt out,

“What the fuck do you mean by ‘spit thing’??”

Unbeknownst to him, he’d activated your Mom Trap Card and your grin grew into a smirk and you raised your hand, casually commenting that he seemed to have a bit of dirt on his cheek, and then you licked your thumb and moved it towards his face. He shrieked and practically threw himself backwards to avoid your spit covered finger. But you still had your arm around his shoulders so he didn’t get far. He rapidly screamed out a verbal blur of ‘nonononoNONONO!’ that had Tubbo nearly doubling over, howling with laughter.

Though his laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when Tommy escaped your hold, causing you to turn your sights on him. He let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like the bleat of a goat before turning and running from you. You just cackled and chased after him, your longer legs giving you the advantage. You caught up with him before he knew it and lifted him in a backwards hug. Now it was Tommy’s turn to laugh at Tubbo.

But you did let him down, without cleaning his face, and smiled down at the pair and said sincerely,

“All joking aside… I think you two would make a cool pair of big brothers..”

Tommy took that and ran with it, saying of COURSE he would be! He was practically Tubbo’s big brother already! Which just caused Tubbo to argue with him that uh, NO, he was older than Tommy! So HE was the older brother out of the two of them, if anything! And oh boy that caused them both to go back and forth, arguing about who was the ‘older brother’ between them. Tubbo insisted it was him because he was born first but Tommy insisted it was him because he was taller. You just shook your head and led the bickering duo down the familiar path to Azo’s little ‘house’ you built her. And as you reached the open area you saw her outside the house playing with a couple other baby piglins. But when she looked up and saw you she squealed happily and all but sprinted over to you. You made sure to bend down and hold your hands out to catch her. 

She was so excited to see you again that she totally missed the two boys standing at your sides. At least until she heard them and then she stiffened and stared down at Tubbo from her place in your arms. Neither boy really knew what to say so you decided to intervene and put out introductions. You tapped her hand and smiled down at her, helping her worry ease a bit.

“Azo, I missed you! I want to introduce you to my sons! This,” you gestured to Tubbo, “is Tubbo. And this,” you turned your head and pointed to the blond on the other side, “is Tommy. They’re both very nice. And they wanted to meet you!”

You turned so you and Azo were both facing the boys and saw them smiling genuinely. Relief flooded you, thinking they were actually glad to meet the little piglin, unaware the smiles were more stemming from the fact you’d called them your sons so easily.

But you saw the wariness still on Azo’s face and worried she’d not like her new brothers. Suddenly you got a bright idea and your smile widened as you spoke up and said, 

“Hey, don’t you two have a gift for Azo? Maybe something yellow and shiny~?”

Tubbo’s mouth dropped down into an ‘o’ as he realized what you meant. Then he elbowed Tommy and then pulled open his inventory and started looking through it. Tommy glared at him, moving his arm away after getting jabbed, but then his eyebrows raised when he saw his best friend pull out a gold ingot from his inventory. Then he understood what you meant and hurried to look through his inventory as well. Thankfully he did have some gold ingots leftover from when he was crafting golden apples.

Azo perked up when she saw the gold ingot Tubbo had taken from his inventory. And when he offered it to her she couldn’t hold back the happy snort she let out as she joyfully accepted it. You giggled at how she admired the saffron colored bar. And when Tommy extended his own gold ingot you laughed when Azo’s little tail began to swish back and forth in glee as she took that one too. She looked so cute as she admired her new items. You rubbed her back and said,

“See? They’re pretty nice, right? Why don’t we go have something to eat? And we can hang out.”

The tiny piglin seemed more than happy with that plan and snorted happily. You carried her towards the house, her little friends having long since scurried off. The teens behind you followed your lead, joining you in the house. You sat Azo down and suggested she show off her toys to Tubbo and Tommy, which she started doing gladly. The two played with her while you brewed some tea and crafted some cookies. Chilled rosehip tea and shortbread cookies were on the menu and after it was all done you laid it out on the table before calling them over. The boys were all too happy for the chilly drink, the cold giving them reprieve from the heat of the Nether. But Azo was shocked by the cold, not having experienced something like this before. It took a bit of explanation to get her to give it a try, and despite how it made her shiver she seemed to really like it. And cookies were always popular. So the plate was emptied in a flash.

As you sat with the three, listening to Tommy brag to Azo about how ‘cool and tough’ he was and how he’s practically a hero in the Overworld while Tubbo interjected with contradictions, you felt yourself smile serenely; truly happy where you were right then.

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