#mcyt angst

[marsmarbles]

Just some silly angst

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Nobody talk to me, I am not ok

[wilbursprincess]

Arranged Marriage With Princebur

Princebur x Reader

Warnings: Sex, mentions of sex, angsty towards the end :D

Hi Tumblr. I wrote this as a ‘crack fic’ (mostly just self indulgent) but was so proud I figured you all deserved it too :) If you’ve read parts 1-4 of my Princebur headcannons, then this is familiar, but if not, you’re in for a treat! This is very loosely inspired from one of my favorite books of all time, ‘The Giver Of Stars’ by Jojo Moyes.

Fic below cut!

When my parents sat me down one day, I knew the news couldn’t be good.

The king and queen of my country were getting older, and all the newspapers were talking about their son, Wilbur, soon to take over the throne, wondering who would be his bride. I’d seen him, a black-and-white photo adorning these articles, and secretly felt sorry for whoever he’d be forced to marry. The royal family was big on arranged marriages. How else would they get more heirs to the throne?

“We’re going to the castle for tea,” my mother explained briskly. “The queen was aware you’re her son’s age, and-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I interrupt, gaining a sharp glare from my father. “You want to marry me off to a prince?”

My father smiles, though it’s far from warm. “Well, hopefully, if they take liking to you.”

“Have you considered I don’t want to be forced into a loveless marriage, just to be a vessel for heirs to the throne?” I say, both my parents’ gazes turning stony.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” my mother snapped. “It’s a great honor to marry into the royal family. Wilbur’s a good man. Handsome, even.”

Sure. Wilbur’s handsome, if you like the snobby prince look.

“Go get ready,” my father adds, getting up from the table. “Wear your nicest dress, and try and do something with your hair. It looks like you rolled around in a barn.”

~

“It’s so lovely to meet you,” the queen simpered, giving me a watery smile. “You look lovely. Just like a future princess should.”

Lovely?

The corset my mother cinched me into was so tight, I couldn’t take a deep breath in, a trickle of sweat running down my back. My best shoes hadn’t been worn in over a year, and they were slightly too small, with a blister already forming on my heel. The heavy makeup caked on my cheeks and eyelashes felt thick. Maybe this was why all the royals looked miserable all the time.

“Thank you, ma’am,” I say, forcing a smile when my mother nudges me under the table. “These cakes are delicious.” That wasn’t a lie, however, my father had stopped me from taking more than one. Probably on the grounds that it wasn’t ‘ladylike’.

The queen forces another smile. “Our cooks here are very talented, dear. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger when you marry Wilbur. They’ll wait on you hand and foot.”

I force my face into what I hope is an impressed expression.

I might complain about the chores at home, but I’d be bored silly without them. What would I do, just sit around all day? And wait, wait, did she say ‘when’?

“Did you say, ‘when’ she marries Wilbur?” My father says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

The king nods. “We did. Your daughter is exactly what we’re looking for in a bride for our son. She has lovely composure, perfect manners, and we can tell Wilbur’s already taken a liking to her.”

I sneak a glance over at Wilbur, who gives me the tiniest smile. Begrudgingly, I had to admit he was vaguely handsome. Sharp jawline, refined features, slightly messy brunette curls, and sparkling deep brown eyes.

Maybe this won’t be too bad.

“They’ll make such perfect babies,” my mother adds, the queen nodding her agreement. Snatching my eyes away from Wilbur, I pick up my now-lukewarm tea to hide my embarrassment.

Nevermind.

“So it’s agreed?” My father asks.

The king smiles. “It’s agreed. We’ll get to wedding planning right away. Everyone loves a good royal wedding. It’ll bring the country together.”

~

I’d never seen such a ridiculous waste of money before. The newspapers were eating up any tidbit they could about the wedding, and all the headlines made me groan.

‘Wilbur’s bride-to-be rumored to walk down the aisle in a pure silk gown!’

‘The royal family reported to be buying the future princess an entire wardrobe of velvet and silk, complete with jewlery to match!’

‘Royal wedding to be decorated with thousands of roses!’

I did my best to avoid looking at the bold headlines on the papers that piled up on my kitchen table.

My parents were over the moon, helping me pack up my belongings in preparation for moving into the castle. Or, rather, they were deciding which of my belongings belonged in the castle.

“Why would you bring such an old dress? They’ll just buy you a new one.”

“Those shoes are dreadful. A princess should only be seen in heels!”

In the end, I ended up with just a suitcase of clothes, shoes, and the occasional personal belonging my parents let slide.

My mother decided to teach me all about how to raise children, complete with handing me a satchel of all my old baby clothes and teaching me how to pin a cloth diaper on an old teddy bear. She also had to give me ‘the talk’ about how I’d go about having these babies, which left me horrified.

“Don’t give me that look,” she snapped. “It’s natural. It’s how you were made.”

My father took it as his responsibility to teach me about royal etiquette. He’d once worked as a servant, and had decided it was up to him to drill everything into my head.

“No! Head up, shoulders back, heel-toe walking.”

“You sip tea with your pinky finger out! And stop slouching!’

Honestly, if they were sending me off to work on a farm, I’d be more excited.

~

“You may now kiss the bride!”

I force myself to stay calm as Wilbur’s rough lips brush mine, and the entire church errupts in cheers and applause. It was sealed. I was now a princess.

Wilbur offers me his arm, and I take it, letting him lead us back down the velvet-covered aisle. I force myself to relax and smile, waving elegantly to the people in the pews, just as my mother drilled into me.

He helps me into the shiny new carriage, drawn by two shiny white horses, flicking their braided tails. More velvet on the inside of the carriage, all the metal features pure gold.

“Is ‘congratulations’ appropriate?” Wilbur says, breaking the very tense silence.

I shift against the seat uncomfortably, the lace edges of my gloves chafing my skin. “I think so.”

“Well, then, congratulations,” he adds, slightly awkwardly. “And sorry.”

He’s sorry?

“What are you sorry for?” I ask, finally looking him in the eyes.

Wilbur sighs. “You didn’t ask for this. Neither of us did, actually, but you especially.”

The heavy silence is even worse when the entire country seems to be cheering us on.

“I promise I’m not that bad,” I offer, and Wilbur cracks a smile.

Neither of us speak for the rest of the ride, and when we arrive at the castle, two men dressed to the nines open the doors. I go to hop out, but Wilbur gently stops me.

“I’m supposed to help you,” he whispers softly.

Luckily, the photographers didn’t seem to catch my slip up, and I accept Wilbur’s hand to step out onto the grounds of my new home. My heels are hurting my feet, and I’m exhausted, but I fix a smile on my face and walk through the grand front doors.

~

“Well, happy wedding night, darling,” the queen says, kissing both my cheeks with a flourish and handing me a paper-wrapped package. “Just something to make tonight better for you both.”

I accept with a smile, trying not to think about what the package is, before turning and heading up the main staircase to Wilbur and I’s new bedroom.

Wilbur’s not in the room when I walk in, so I flop into the middle of the bed and cautiously unwrap the package. Something small and silky slips onto the sheets, and I unfurl the bundle to see a baby-pink, silk nightgown, the deep neckline and hem lined with lace. I hold it up to my body, seeing it barely reaches my knees.

The door opens, and I drop the nightgown, turning around to see Wilbur carrying in a massive amount of packages.

“Wedding gifts,” he explains, setting them down next to another huge pile I didn’t notice earlier. “Mother wants us to open them before we go to bed. And I have a suspicion-” he indicates a lot of tiny parcels. “-that I know what these are.”

Wilbur tosses them all to me, grabbing several himself before joining me on the bed to unwrap them.

“It’s shoes for you,” he says, handing me a pair of dainty red heels. “What’s in that one?”

I rip open the package and sigh. “A hat for a baby.”

He nods, opening the next one. “Some jewelery for you.”

“Baby shoes and socks.”

“An evening gown.”

“A baby blanket.”

“Some cufflinks.”

“Baby clothes.”

Wilbur gently stops me before I reach for the next one. “I’m detecting a theme.”

���Me too,” I sigh, showing him the nightgown. “Your mother gave me this.”

His dark eyes widen. “Thats…” he trails off, swallowing. “A nightgown.”

“Uh, yea,” I reply. “It’s a nightgown.”

Another awkward silence.

“Look,” Wilbur says, starting to gather up the gifts. “It’s been a long day, and we’ve still got something to do before we can get some sleep. I’ll clean up here, you go get ready, ok?”

Something to d- oh. That.

I nod, grabbing the nightgown and scrambling for our bathroom.

~

The nightgown is certainly… something.

It seemed far too inappropriate a gift from my now-mother-in-law, as I look at myself in the mirror. Everything is covered, sure. Just barely.

The lace scoops dangerously low in the front, raising dangerously high at the back, and is so thin, it leaves nothing to the imagination.

Now I see what she meant.

There’s a sharp tap on the door. “You ok in there?” Wilbur asks. “You, uh, ready for bed?”

“Yea, I’m good,” I lie. “Just, uh, putting on the nightgown.”

A solid 5 seconds of silence.

“Can I see?” Wilbur’s voice comes out a lot more desperate than either of us was expecting. “I mean, if it’s ok with you-”

When I open the door, his eyes widen, taking in every single inch of silk, lace, and skin. “You…” Wilbur trails off, eyes everwhere but my face. “It’s definitely a nightgown.”

My face burns. “It is.”

“You go get comfortable, and I’ll, uh, get ready.” He says, trying to sound casual.

The bathroom door shuts behind him, and I get into our new bed. The only upside is that our bed is massive, so it’s not like I’ll be spooning the guy every night.

I blink open my eyes as the bathroom door opens, and my new husband walks out in nothing but a pair of striped silk pajama pants, sitting low on his hips. He gets into bed next to me, hesitantly setting a hand on my thigh.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Wilbur murmurs, a caring note in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

I feel a new but welcome warmth blooming in my chest, both from the pet name and something else I can’t quite put my finger on. “I’m ready.”

~

Imagining what would happen on the wedding night, and actually doing it, were two different things. Two very different things.

I expected him to do what he needed to do pretty quickly, roll over, and we’d both go to sleep. Something I’d just lie there through.

Oh God, was I wrong.

There was something otherworldly about our two bodies becoming one, so strange, but so welcomed. It made heat pool between my thighs, pleasure bubbling up between our entwined bodies.

I couldn’t tell if Wilbur was enjoying it, but the noises he was making… soft groans and whines. They were like music to my ears, adding to the tightening in my core, something I’d never felt before, but I never wanted it to end.

The spiral low in my stomach kept tightening, ecstasy running over my body as he kept rutting into me, tightening until it snapped. And when it snapped, radiating out from the apex of my thighs, it was like I was on cloud nine, floating in the clouds, far above the castle, the country, and the planet.

I’d barely recovered from the wave of pleasure that slammed into me when Wilbur lets out a loud moan, burying his face in my shoulder as I felt my inner thighs suddenly wet. The only sounds in the room were mine and Wilbur’s shaky breaths, trying to collect our composure once more.

“If that didn’t work,” Wilbur murmurs, panting. “Could we, uh, do it again?”

~

I’ve been living in the castle, married to my husband, and a princess for a month now. I still wasn’t quite used to it. Gone were the days I pitched in around the house and could come and go when I pleased. Now, I sat around in a castle, wearing lace, silk, and velvet dresses that made me feel frumpy. All there was to do was sit in the library and read. I’d loose myself in leather-bound tales, about far-off and imaginary lands, trying to wish myself to live between the worn pages instead of here.

“I’ve washed your nightgown for you, ma’am,” one of our housekeepers says to me, dropping off a loud of laundry in our room, thankfully interrupting the conversation the queen was trying to have with Wilbur and I. “I couldn’t quite get the menstrual blood out of it, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s no issue,” I reply, face burning as I take the neatly folded pile, avoiding the gaze I’m sure the queen was giving me. “Thank you.”

The queen shakes her head, continuing knitting something that looked, suspiciously like a hat for a baby. “It’s ok, dear,” she says, forcing kindness into her voice. “Maybe next month Wilbur will do his job.”

Wilbur snorts into his tea, making his mother give him a very stern look. We make eye contact over the rim of the mug, warmth blooming in my chest.

He’s on my side.

“That hat looks nice,” I say to hopefully break the awkward silence.

The queen grimaces. “It’s a sweater for a newborn,” she says briskly, making Wilbur hide his laughter with a pretend coughing fit. “Wilbur, are you ill? Why are you coughing.”

“I’m fine, mother,” he lies, gulping down the rest of his tea. “Why don’t you head down to the sitting room and let me and my wife spend some time together?”

She immediately brightens up. “Oh, yes, of course,” she says, packing up her knitting and giving me a wink. “Good luck, you two.”

The second the door shuts behind her, Wilbur groans, burying his face in his hands. “Does she only care about you as some sort of baby-vessel?”

I sigh, wringing one of my carefully-folded dresses in my hands. “I think so.”

Awkwardly, Wilbur leans over, carefully putting a loose arm around my shoulders. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t think of you like that.”

Blinking up at him, I feel a heat spread through my face. “Thank you, Wilbur.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. “So the… blood, it means you’re not pregnant, right?”

I nod. Wilbur’s face, inexplicably, breaks out in a grin.

“That’s good news?” I question, and he nods. “But, your parents-”

He shrugs dismissively. “Look, I had about as much of a choice as you did. Just because I have royalty in my blood, it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“You don’t like being a prince?” I reply, shocked. “Whenever I see you in the papers, you seem to like this life.”

Wilbur laughs, shaking his head. “That’s called ‘acting’, darling.” The pet name makes my face flush, though it’s not unwelcomed. “And now I’ve somehow dragged you into this mess.”

“At least we’re both equally unhappy?” I offer. “I promise I won’t mention this to anyone else. We can get through this.” I hesitate before adding the last word. “Together.”

Nodding, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Together.”

~

“Wilbur, are you alright?” I ask, walking into our room a few nights later to see my husband sitting on the edge of our bed, looking pensive. “What happened?”

He sighs, patting the blanket as an invite for me to sit. “Mother’s been complaining to the staff about not getting her grandchildren yet. Apparently, she got pregnant with me the night she married my father, and saying I’m not living up to the family legacy.”

“Oh.” As much as I hate myself for it, my core tightens deliciously at the thought of Wilbur and I’s wedding night. “I’m sorry. I… parents.” I awkwardly finish.

“Parents,” he agrees. “So, uh, if you’re down, do you want to, y’know, try again?”

I nod immediately, a little embarrassed by how eager I look. “Sure.”

Wilbur awkwardly chews on his lower lip. “Did you… enjoy it? Last time?”

“I did.” I whisper. “Did you?”

He kicks his toe against the plush rug our bed sits on. “More than I should admit,” he murmurs. “I’ve read a lot of books in my years in this castle, so naturally, I’ve read about… that. If my parents knew I found those books, they’d be horrified.”

Surprisingly, I hear myself giggle. “Why would they be horrified about you reading about how to give them grandchildren?”

“Because those books don’t exactly see it as something for having babies. They see it as something to bring you closer to your partner, something that feels good.”

We’re both silent for a few moments.

“So, since you want to do it again…” Wilbur continues. “I know how to make it better for you. Do you still want to?”

I find myself nodding before the words even leave his mouth, reaching down to pull off my top. I’m left just in my bra and skirt, Wilbur’s eyes running all over my exposed skin.

“Can I take your bra off?” He whispers, cupping my breasts through the fabric. Even the hint of his touch makes my stomach tighten, and I nod.

His hand reaches around to my back, struggling with the clasp for a good few seconds before it pops open. Eyes wider than dinner plates, Wilbur rubs a thumb over my nipple until I groan.

“That’s good, right?” He asks anxiously.

“It’s good,” I reply, shimmying my skirt and tights down my thighs. “Do you want me to lie down, or-“

Wilbur nods, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the zipper on his pants. Just the motion of unzipping his pants makes the apex of my thighs throb.

When I look up again from taking off the rest of my clothes, he’s fully naked, chest heaving. I’d never seen him like this, and it’s not unwelcome.

“Tell me if this hurts, ok?” Wilbur whispers, tracing up my thigh and fumbling around a little before finding a spot that makes me gasp. His long fingers circle around and rub the little nub, the pleasure so intense my legs go weak.

“Oh my,” I manage to gasp out, that lovely tightening in my core getting stronger. “Please… don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, speeding up his touches and looking slightly smug at my blissed-out expression.

My hand grasps at his wrist so I can rub against his fingers, the ever-tightening spiral threatening to snap…

…And it snaps.

I close my eyes tight as I let out a long, low moan, hips bucking up against Wilbur’s hand as I ride it out, floating up in the clouds again.

“Safe to say that felt good?” Wilbur’s voice brings me back down to earth, and I’m disappointed when he pulls his hand back. “It’s going to get even better, I promise.”

While I’m still wondering how on earth he managed to do that to me with just his fingers, I feel him pushing himself inside me, everything so much more sensitive this time, and it’s wonderful. We groan in unison, his face buried in my shoulder.

“Can I move now?” Wilbur asks.

“Please,” I reply, wrapping my legs around his waist to steady myself. This lets him push in even deeper, putting pressure on the spot he’d been touching earlier.

Wilbur’s a lot less gentle this time, and a lot more vocal. A lot. Our hips snap together, and I let myself move with him instead of laying still.

“So good,” he murmurs in my ear, breath hitching. “So good, sweetheart.”

I wasn’t expecting another moment on cloud 9 for the second time in one night, but when the familiar feeling builds up again, I practically feel like I’m floating. It’s different than earlier, deeper and more intense, but just as welcome.

The second high is just as intense as the first, my back arching as I ride it out. Wilbur’s not far behind me, sighing as I feel my bare stomach suddenly wet.

“Sorry, I kind of…” he trails off awkwardly, grabbing his shirt off the mattress and wiping up the mess. “This is awkward.”

“You’re good,” I murmur sleepily, absolutely exhausted from the night’s activities.

Surprisingly, Wilbur cleans both of us up, climbing into bed and pulling me into his chest to cuddle.

“This ok?” He asks, and I sleepily nod.

He drifts off to sleep, but I stay awake, wondering why exactly my arranged husband could make me feel things like this.

~

Life keeps dragging along. Wilbur seems more distant and secretive, hiding envelopes in his pillowcase and burning letters before anyone else can see them. My mother-in-law keeps insisting I join her for tea every afternoon, which essentially means being extremely nosy and overbearing for an hour or two, drilling me on everything from how I carry myself in public to her ever-lack of grandchildren. My dresses keep disappearing after I hand them to the staff to wash, Wilbur blaming it on his mother.

One evening, I walk into our bedroom to see Wilbur in his warmest coat, a suitcase open on the bed, and two envelopes sitting next to it on the bedspread.

“I’m getting you out,” Wilbur says, smiling at me with indifferent eyes. “I’ve packed you some casual dresses and shoes, stuff nobody will notice missing. There’s money in that envelope, and a letter to my friend. He lives over the border on a farm, and he’ll find a place for you.”

I expect to feel a wash of relief, getting my life back, but no. All I feel is a tugging at my heart, a pang of sadness.

“You’ve got 10 minutes. Grab anything else you need, and I’ll take you as far as the border,” Wilbur continues, avoiding my eyes. “I’ll sneak downstairs and wrap up some food for you.”

While he’s gone, I quickly glance around, slipping the books on my nightstand into the suitcase. Wilbur’s done a good job packing my things, leaving behind the gaudy dresses and tasteless jewlery, slipping in my most-worn dresses and comfiest shoes. I change out of my nightgown and slippers, packing them and slipping on a warm dress, boots, and my heaviest coat. Fat snowflakes were falling from the sky, a chilling wind rattling the windows of the castle. This wasn’t going to be fun.

“Here,” Wilbur whispers, making me jump and turn around. “I couldn’t get much, but there’s some bread and apples. It’s better than nothing.”

He closes the suitcase, grabbing the woolen cap off his head and pulling it over mine. “Wrap this around your shoulders,” he tells me, handing me the thick blanket off our bed. “If we leave now, you’ll be out of the country by daybreak.”

I do as he tells me, nestling into the blanket as he wraps a heavy scarf around my face. “Grab your suitcase, and we’re leaving.”

I watch, dumbfounded, as Wilbur pulls open the window and leaps onto the steep shingled roof. “I’ll help you,” he promises, taking my suitcase and my hand so I can climb out. I lean up to shut the window.

There’s no going back now.

~

We walk all night in the frigid, unrelenting wind. My face, hands, and feet are numb, and I can’t recall ever being this cold before.

His friend hasn’t arrived at the meeting spot yet, so we settle into the shelter of a massive holly bush to try and rest our weary legs. Wilbur takes off his coat, placing it over my lap, and wraps me in his arms. Finally, I let myself cry, the hot, salty tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re ok,” he murmurs, tightening his hold on me. “Once you leave the country and forget about the past months, you’ll be ok. Your life is just beginning.”

All I can do is nod, continuing to sob into his chest. I couldn’t even begin to verbalise that the tears weren’t for our country or my old life, they were for him.

The time we spend in the shelter of the holly bush feels like an eternity. Just as the sun gives hints at appearing over the horizon, we hear the bumping of a cart, the snorting of a horse, and I know it’s time to go.

Wilbur loads my suitcase onto the cart, settling me down in the scratchy hay and nestling blankets around me. “I’ll be back,” he whispers.

I hear him and his friend exchanging a few words, the envelope being handed over, and Wilbur’s footsteps coming back towards me. To say goodbye.

“Take care of yourself, Wilbur, ok?” I say, trying to hold back the tears running down my cheeks. “What wil your parents say?”

“That doesn’t matter. Please, forgive me,” he begs. “Forget everything we did, forget the past months. I’m giving you your life back.”

He wipes away the endless flood of tears, kisses me on the cheek, and steps off the wagon. His jacket is still over my lap, and I press my face into it, his familiar smell washing over me.

The reins snap, the horse and cart rattling down the cobbled road, heading away. Away from my home, away from the castle, and away from Wilbur. Ahead? Whatever lay over the border. I had food in my suitcase and more money than I’d seen in my life. I’d find a way.

My eyes close, Wilbur’s face swimming over my closed lids, and I force the image away.

~

“Wait!”

I snap my head up as the cart rattles to a halt.

“Please, wait!”

It was Wilbur’s voice.

Dumbfounded, I watch as he comes running up the road, not slowing down until he reaches the cart, practically leaping into the hay and wrapping his arms around me.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he sobs. “Please let me come with you. I’ll leave my country, leave my chance at the throne, whatever it takes to stay with you. I love you.” His face is pressed against mine, slick with both our tears.

“Don’t leave me again,” I manage to say through my tears. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I never will,” Wilbur promises. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side.”

The cart continues to make its way down the road, every step taking us closer to our new life. Our new home.

~

Wilbur and I’s new life is everything I’d ever dreamed of.

Once we made it across the border, we moved into a tiny cottage in the middle of the woods on a couple acres of farmland. Wilbur ended up sneaking my most valuable jewels into the bottom of my suitcase, which we promptly sold to afford some things for our house.

Coming from a life of luxury, being waited on hand and foot, to living on our own in a one-room cottage was a shock, to say the least. Wilbur really stepped up, teaching himself to cook and clean so the housework wouldn’t all fall on me. With the money from the jewelry, we bought a bed, kitchen table, two chairs, and some linens. It was all we had, and all we needed.

I taught myself to farm fruit and vegetables, as well as bake bread and make jams out of our harvests. Wilbur bought a cow, thinking we could get a decent amount of meat from her, but got too attached and ended up naming her Daisy.

“It’s a real farm now,” he said proudly, stroking Daisy’s forehead. “But doesn’t she look a little lonely?”

The next addition to our farm was a chicken coop, laying us plenty of eggs for breakfast. At Wilbur’s suggestion, I bought some flour and sugar, and used some of the butter I made from Daisy’s milk and eggs from the coop to start baking bread and cakes.

I went to the market every week, selling my homemade bread, cakes, and jam, which brought in a significant amount of money. For now, our family was complete…

…Until Wilbur showed up one morning with a skinny stray dog, looking very proud of himself.

“She can guard the farm for us,” he announced, scratching her behind the ears. “She can eat scraps, too.”

Princess, as she came to be known, did not end up guarding the farm or eating scraps. She slept in Wilbur and I’s bed each night, licking the pan clean from dinner or chowing down on scrambled eggs that Wilbur made for her.

“This certainly beats the castle,” I murmured to Wilbur one night as we lay in bed, Princess fast asleep between us as the fireplace crackles.

He leans in to kiss my forehead. “It does. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

[ador3him]

🌿

OMG HEYYY, I MISSED YOU <3 I’M SO GLAD UR BACK

I was wondering if you could write for sapnap? Reader is afraid to be left alone and always tags along with sapnap. Like sitting on his lap or next to him while he streams, always tagging along with him even if it’s just to get something from the store. Reader just doesn’t wanna be left alone. :(

If you do write about this TYSM♥︎

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

warnings: implied abandoment issues

requested? yes by my lovely 🌿 anon

wc: unknown

a/n: i watched james marriott whilst writing this, i just wanted to lyk, btw this is hc bc i feel like it fit the request better!!

- at first sapnap didnt notice that you always were near or touching him

- he thought you did it to everyone but when dream told him that they didnt cling onto anyone else is when he noticed

- he watched you do it for awhile, he was completely in awe of your clinginess

- one day he was going to go stream and you asked if you could sit with him. he let you sit on his lap

- through the stream you fell asleep and he decided to end stream early to carry you to his bed

- he didnt leave but order your favourite food on doordash for you two to eat

- as you both were eating he grabbed your hand and stroked it softly

'are you okay, y/n?' hed ask you, youd just nod and lay your head onto his shoulder.

- that night hed ask if you want to go to the shops with him, he was only picking up a couple things but he knew youd want to come

- on the way there hed hold your hand or put his hand on your thigh rubbing it softly

- you got to pick the music and just be in each others presence

- at the shop he put his arm over your shoulder and led you to the things you guys needed to grab

- he never mentioned your clinginess because he didnt know if it was on purpose, he wanted to make sure you were okay and comfortable. and not left out.

[julibeeline]

I love you, just you ⛄️🌪 [karl jacobs]

[karl jacobs x reader]

“your boyfriend seems to be too preoccupied with tina to even acknowledge you”

warnings: angst

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​​getting singled out; an expression of being excluded, isolated and neglected. something that had never crossed your mind until this very second.

“that just reminded me of that one time-“ karl’s giggle-laugh droned out in your ear as you heard him and tina making another inside joke for the 5th time in the past half hour. originally you had thought this stream was a fun idea, your boyfriend had wanted you to meet one of his close friends, in real life, in a stream, just the three of you.

it was at first, until it became unbearably pathetic for you to be stuck in a room with this atmosphere that anyone could tell was uncomfortable. just for you, though, not them.

you couldn't figure out where it went all wrong, the supposedly innocent ‘you laugh you lose’ stream really took a 180, as you now sat there awkwardly looking around the room until the next media share popped up. next to you sat karl and tina, poking one another, trying to make each other laugh; “a part of the challenge” he says.

your legs shook underneath the shared desk as you looked through chat, trying to thank the donations that the other two seemed to miss, of course they did, being too stuck up each other’s asses. subtle tears seemed to slightly blur your vision as you read what the viewers sent in chat. it only made you feel worse.

tf is karl doing?

i feel so bad?? what the fuck is going on?

someone tell those two to stfu

i thought karl was y/n’s boyfriend? not tina’s?

lmfaoo why’s tina trying so hard to get karls attention 💀

you got up from your chair, making an excuse to go to the bathroom. karl didnt even seem to notice anyways. when you entered the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and started to text you and karl’s shared best friend, quackity. ha, seems like he beat you to it.

alex

hey you okay? whats going on in karl’s stream?

you

i dont know

i wanna get out of here

alex

why are they such assholes?

they shouldnt be leaving you out like that.

especially karl

he was right, you didn't deserve this. god you wanted to break up with karl right there and then. but you didn't. instead, you returned back to the stream and patiently waited for it to come to an end. damn they were really having the time of their lives.

bro its been going on for the past hour 😐

karl doesnt even deserve y/n tbh

my respect for karl and tina 📉📉

as the stream slowly ended and tina left the house after saying her goodbyes, it became an uncomfortable silence between you and karl. the lively atmosphere stopped too abruptly, it seemed that karl had finally sensed something was wrong.

“hey baby, you okay? im sorry the stream was a bit long-“

“i think im gonna go to bed. im kinda tired” you mutter, going past him to his bed.

“o-oh okay, uhm have a good night-“

you close the door.

karl stood there behind the door that you had just closed, wide eyed. he slowly walked back to his monitor, perhaps you weren’t feeling too well? 

he had planned to edit the stream he had just done, thinking it went pretty well. as he opened up the vod from twitch, he got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. 13 unread messages from quackity on discord?

quackity

karl wtf?

its getting kinda annoying for y/n right now man

KARL

KARL

STOP

this is bullshit

what are you even doing?

karl

youre leaving y/n out

so is tina

dude

hey asshole?

read your texts

karl’s eyes widened as he read through the texts, guilt bubbling up in his stomach. he furrowed his eyebrows as the vod played on his second monitor, shifting his attention to it.

“KARL STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LAUGH STOP POKING ME” tina’s voice played from the video. the back of his throat felt tight, panic starting to rise in him.

he continued watching the vod, occasionally skipping to other parts of it when the shame got too much to handle. the visible dismay on your face only helped it grow.

what was he even doing?

as he replayed the chat, his eyes glossed over.

hesitantly getting up from his seat, and taking off his headphones, karl walked over to his bedroom door.

he thought to himself before he opened the door. what should he say? how does he start? was it too late already?

the sight when he opened the door, somehow managed to crack his heart in the slightest.

you were on one side of the bed, far away towards the wall. where he usually slept with you was now empty, his spot on the bed seemed way too accessible now.

the guilt and regret slowly washed over him as he got in, wrapping one arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. for some kind of reassurance for himself.

“y/n? are you awake?”

“mm..”

“im so sorry” 

“what?” you mumbled half asleep and sat up slowly. you were met with karl’s worried, now red eyes, never daring to make eye contact with you.

“you know i love you, right? and im really sorry, i shouldn't have left you out like that. im sorry for ignoring you and only talking to tina, im just so sorry and i don’t blame you if you want to break up, it’s just I didn’t mean to-”he cries.

“karl, slow down, its fine-”

“i love you, just you”

[dreamcatcherrs]

all too well; c!technoblade x reader

!PLEASE READ!

this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)

+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)

++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess

stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.

a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.

"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.

once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

[ssaku000]

I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting alone Ghost in the world, ghost with no home I remember, I remember the days When I'd make you oh so afraid

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[lexinivison]

happier than ever

♡ : 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : jschlatt x reader

♡ : 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : in which he lied and lied and lied again, until the truth finally comes out and once it does, they end up being afraid once again.

♡ : 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, cursing (lots of it), toxic relationship, mentions of past traumatic relationship, mentions of cheating, yelling, throwing stuff, flashbacks, didn't proofread again. remember this is purely fictional and obviously I don't think schlatt would ever do anything of this!

"so how are you doing, these days"

"i- um- I'm doing good" you smiled politely at the older women

"did our last session do anything for you?"

"actually yes. it made me feel so much better to get stuff of my chest, that I've been needing to get off."

"well I hope to see you whenever you need me, honey"

"Thank you and I'll probably be seeing you soon as well" you said sarcastically and that made you both laugh

walking out of the therapy room, it felt odd and strange. it was your last session for the next two months, because you knew since you were somewhat doing better, you didn't need to relay on a therapist anymore.

but honestly you knew you would be needing to back to therapy soon, if the memories didn't stop replaying in your head

walking home, it felt empty and too quiet. normally there was laugher, hand holding and stopping somewhere to take a picture, but now.. it was pure silence. the only thing that made noise was just the cars that were passing by, on the roads and happy couples giggling to each other, kissing one another and just looking happy.

it had been six months since you last saw him, six months since the falling out and six months since the horrible nightmares and fears of moving on and making yourself feel happy again, had began. everything was good, that is until the flashbacks started to happen every now in then

"so god help me, I will ask him and see what he has to say"

"go ahead and ask him. fucking please do it"

"are you serious right now, you are seriously going to make me ask him. God you really are fucking pathetic" you rolled your eyes for the 100th time that night. getting up to stand, it felt weird, like a calm before the storm, type moment and it was exactly that.

"I'm pathetic, you are pathetic. I can't go out and hang out WITH my friends, without you hanging on to my back every fucking second of the day." schlatt spat his words out, he knew they weren't even true, but he was just looking for any excuse to make you the bad guy in this situation.

"how the fuck, is texting you one time in a night, asking if you are okay pathetic, because I know how you get whenever you drink? and because I also know that Ted and you do stupid fucking shit when you both get drunk together

So go ahead and please call me more bullshit and make up more lies, because I have plenty of experience with people making up lies and excuses about me, to make me seem with the bad guy. when I'm not" you felt yourself getting exhausted from all the yelling and having to have this conversation overy single day

"God there you go having to bring up your past oh-so traumatic relationship" ouch that one hurt like a bitch. but still you didn't show any reaction.

"schlatt what the fuck is wrong with you"

"what's wrong with me, what the fuck is wrong with you. Accusing me of cheating on you and doing shit behind your back, listen I don't give a fuck, about your past relationship. I simply don't. but to think that you out of all people would think that I would do something like that is beyond me" schlatt walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water, acting like nothing was happening and that you both weren't in the middle of an argument.

tears welled up in your eyes, from frustration and so many emotions going through you all in the moment. everything that you had to go through and had to give up just to be with him, all down the drain.

"you-you son of a bitch. Ted told me everything schlatt goddamnit, we wouldn't be having this conversation if he wouldn't have told me everything, that you did that night" and just like that the whole room froze up and it was pure silence. so quiet that you could hear a pan drop.

it felt like an eternity, until somebody spoke. but there was nothing to say, at least not from you. but even though it was so quiet in the room, nothing could have prepared you for the flying glass that hit the wall. making you flinch and hide your face, in fear once again.

"What did he tell you about exactly" fear and nervousness filled up your stomach, it felt a repeat of deja vu. the way he said those words, made you feel even more scared and terrific of him.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID HE TELL YOU" you felt sick and real close to throwing up, this cannot be real. it felt like a fever dream. god even he knew you didn't like when he raised his voice and that was when you knew, it was probably going to be a repeat of your last relationship, the same time and the same exact location of when the argument took place in your last relationship and the same place where you became afraid of a new relationship

"n-nothing" your mouth suddenly felt dry and your tongue got twisted. and even hearing the loud foot steps that he took towards you, made it seems like a dramatic movie scene, but it wasn't until he was right in front of you that made you take in a sharp breath and realize what was happening.

"what"

you walked backwards very slowly, but it felt like you were walking fast enough to get away from him.

"did"

you felt your back hit the wall and now he had you trapped between him and the wall and flashbacks started replaying in your head, god this couldn't be happening again.

"He say" the look on schlatt's face was a look that you had never seen before and before you knew it, you were spilling out everything that Ted told you.

"he saw you and her, he saw everything schlatt and he out of everybody told me everything I needed to know. every fucking thing that I needed to know that I have been afraid of since the start of our relationship" he only shook his head and moved away from you, grabbing a nearby glass pot and throwing it at the wall again.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him"

"Why for being the bigger man and telling me everything" and just like that, schlatt ran up to you and got in your face again.

"you shut the fuck up and stop speaking like you know every damn thing" schlatt spoke, words full of anger and hatred towards you.

"in fact I do know everything, you cheated and slept with another girl. while I was worried sick, staying up all night with charlie and Grace. waiting for you to return home and you never DID!" your voice cracked, it hurt like a bitch to say those words out loud. but it felt good. finally getting yourself to admit that he wasn't the person he promised he was going to be, years ago.

still even though, you said everything out loud, he still shook his head declining the truth. and then silence again... until finally, he walked from you and sat down on the couch. he looked hurt, useless, empty and defeated.

"I can stand here and list all the times, all the damn times, I waited and waited for you to show up, but it only gets late and you never show up" the tears that you had been holding in, finally fell from your face and you let out a choked sob. "and now I need you to leave my life and never, ever come back"

he still didn't say anything, instead he only got up from the couch looked at you and then to the floor where all the glass was at. and then walked past you, out of your life for good.

as soon as he walked out of the house, you screamed and cried out. the pain of heartbreak, hurting more than ever.

tthe Ringing of your phone, brought you out of your daydream of flashbacks and you quickly picked up your phone. "hey nick, I'm almost to the coffee shop"

"that's okay. was just wondering, if you wanted the same coffee as last time" Nick asked you over the phone, causing you to let out a giggle "what is it?" nick asked

"oh nothing, it's just you always remember the smallest things about me." you laughed at the little memory that popped into your head of when you first met. you both met at the same coffee place, ordered the same thing and then spent the next few hours talking and then hours turned into weeks and then months and then a almost a year.

"hey, well you are the only thing that runs thought my head all day, so can you blame me that I remember small stuff about, the most wonderful woman on Earth?" you cringed at that, but it was adorable and it was something that no one had ever said to you before, so you'll take it.

"damn well, you just became on top of my list, of stuff that warms my heart" nick laughed at that and then you heard him order your drink from the phone " well I'm almost there, I'm hanging up now" you turned around the corner and saw the coffee shop.

"Okay well I'll see you soon, love you"

"love you too nick. bye"

— ⌕ : let it be known loves that I suck at happy endings, and also this is my first time, writing full on and very detailed angst, because well I also suck at writing good angst. so hope you all enjoyed.

[zeroistyping]

emotional manipulation pt. 2 - sapnap x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

cw: angst, cheating, mention of bruises, toxic relationships, sap being sweet and possessive, oral sex (receiving), slow and passionate, squirting

masterlist | part 1

nsfw under the cut! mdni pls.

i need feedback pls.. 🤸🏻‍♀️

It was one of those days again. You cleaned up after a fight with Punz, which ended the same way as always. Sucking him off, telling him how much you love him, getting no or a half assed response and cleaning up. Doesn't matter if something broke during your fight or if it's just cleaning after him.

But something on this day was different. While you and your boyfriend were fighting, Sapnap sat in Punz's office and waited for his friend to come back. But he didn't, because he left the house in anger at you. Your face was full of tears, your eyes puffy and your lips still salty from cum when you heard the sound of a door getting opened.

Hoping it was Punz, you turned around. You were happy that he returned this soon even though you know, you would get in trouble for not being ready with cleaning the, once again, shattered glass and water off of the floor. But instead, you saw that the front door was still closed.

You heard footsteps and a terrified feeling made itself present in yourself.

"Y/n..? Where's Punz?"

You had to admit, you forgot about the brunet still being in your house, but it made you calm down just the slightest bit.

"He went out, don't know when he's coming back.."

Sapnap finally arrived in the kitchen and saw the mess around you, the cuts in both your hands and knees from the glass and the mess that was your face, making him stop in his tracks. "Do you have a first aid kit..?"

You did not respond but just pointed at a door (which appeared to be the bathroom) before going back to cleaning, frightened by the thought of Punz coming back and yelling at you.

You knew that this was not what a relationship was meant to be but you loved him regardless, with your whole entire soul and body. And if it meant that you suffer every now and then, it was worth it.

Something was pulling on your wrist and you turned around, seeing your guest with the first aid kit in his hand, pulling you towards a chair. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up after, but first I have to do something about those cuts, alright? They look rather deep and I have to make sure there's no glass splinters in there. If it hurts just.. pitch my shoulder, are you okay with that?"

Overwhelmed by someone caring about you, you nodded, not knowing what to say.

While he fixed up the wounds, you started to think about your relationship with Punz. He loved you, right? He never actively physically hurt you or anything. Of course he said some mean words now and then but it was nothing serious. It was just to spice up things between you, right?

But when was the last time he told you he loves you? When was the last time he took you out on a date or ate dinner with you together instead of hiding away in his room?

When was the last time, he didnt fuck you but made love with you?

A sob escaped your throat at the realization and you closed your eyes. How did it become this? You loved each other so dearly once. The relationship was sweet. He stopped his streams early to give you attention, took you on dates at least once a month, made you dinner, took care of you when you were sick or injured.

You remembered when you moved in together. You were on your period, already packed up all your stuff when he arranged a wellness day for you and your best friend just so he can (with help of the brunette who's currently taking care of you) move all your belongings into the new house. When he picked you up and drove to the new house you cried, happy and overwhelmed with thankfulness.

But now it's nothing like that anymore.

"Do you.. want to talk about it..?", Sapnap awkwardly asked after you both went back into the kitchen. He gently forced you to sit down while he cleaned up.

You expected to stay quiet but something inside of you screamed at you to talk. So you did. You let out everything. Every single thought, doubt and fear just spilled out, only for him and yourself to hear. Sobs, quiet and almost not noticeable, left your mouth every now and then but you tried to keep it down.

Sapnap was silent and listened to every word you said while being absolutely stunned by everything his best friend put you through. He noticed before that your relationship isn't the best and healthiest, but he didn't know it was that far gone.

Instead of saying something, he pulled you into a hug. He radiated such warmth and it made you feel happy even in a situation like this.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve this.. are you planning on breaking up or..?"

"What? No! I could never break up with him.. i love him.", you sighed as you looked away sadly.

"But he doesn't love you." Sapnap answered harshly. And even though it hurt, you knew it was the truth. Which made it even more painful for you. You knew you had to accept that Punz stopped loving you a long time ago, but you didn't want to. You want to continue lying to yourself.

"I just want.. to be loved Sap.. thats all I've ever wanted."

"Then let me love you."

The brunet looked at you, nothing but seriousness in his eyes.

Your brain was rattling. What did he mean by that? Sapnap seemed to sense your confusion and decided to just show you what he meant by kissing you. That kiss held as much passion as your first ever kiss with Punz and it made you feel loved.

Not once in the past few months have you felt this feeling. Fireworks exploding inside of you as your lips moved passionately against each other's.

It didn't take long for you both to end up in your bedroom. On top of the sheets only Punz sleeps underneath, since your new sleeping place was the couch.

Your top was left somewhere in the hallway and your skirt messily thrown next to the door.

"Tell me when you want me to stop, okay?"

Bruises littered all over your neck, hickeys and love bites adoring the soft, sensitive skin. He didn't hold back, fulfilling his promise of loving you unconditionally. Cherishing your body, stroking each and every bruise that he didn't cause with the slightest bit of anger in his eyes. Anger towards your joke of a boyfriend.

"Yes, yes I will tell you. But continue please."

His head was situated between your legs, hands holding your thighs apart. Sapnap was slightly worried that his beard would hurt you in the slightest but you couldn't care less.

Satisfaction rushed through you when he finally pulled down your panties to immediately dive into your dripping cunt. Carefully devouring your sweet juices. The brunets tongue laid flat against your pulsating clit as your thighs shut close around his head.

"Fuck, you taste amazing.. such a pretty pussy with such an incredible taste.. don't wanna taste anything else anymore."

You threw your head back as you felt his hot breath against you. He started sucking on the sensitive bud, enjoying the way you squirmed and tugged on his brown hair.

Sparks flew through your entire body, fireworks exploded in your stomach. Sapnaps tongue was still devouring you while two of his fingers prodded on your entrance. The tight hole gapped around him, opening up sweetly just for him.

He sighed against you, enjoying the heat he was feeling against him. Slowly pushing his fingers into your gushing hole, he looked up at you. He almost let out a moan as he saw your expression. Eyes closed, eyebrows knitted and mouth wide opened.

To Sapnap you were basically a goddess. Even before he saw you in this state, you were an angel in his eyes. He started liking you even before you got to know Punz. Hell, he was the one who introduced the both of you to each other, thinking it'd be a good thing if two of his best friends would get along well before he made a move. But it turned out different and he supported you on every decision. If he knew how it turned out, he would have never introduced you.

"Sap! Sap 'm so close! Don't stop baby, don't stop please."

Moaning against the hot flesh of your pussy, he answered lowly, "would never think about stopping now princess. Gonna make a mess on my face? Come on, make a mess on my face."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to shake and close your legs once again around his face, squeezing the brunet's face while he continued to leap up everything you were willing to give him. Two fingers thrusted into your hot core and you pressed his face more into your cunt, where you needed him the most.

What you both didn't notice in the heat of the moment, was Punz standing in the door, watching the both of you. And in all honesty? He wasn't mad. He knew how he treated you and that you deserve better. If sapnap is the one to give you what you deserve then so be it. As long as you stay with him.

"Gonna cum.. please, baby!" You screamed out as you reached that high. Something inside of you snapped as the pleasure was released. The first orgasm in a while and your body decided to squirt on your friend's face.

Sap rutted his hips against the mattress, slurping up everything he could get while being careful not to choke on the amount of juices squirting out of you. It was hot, no question. Your fast breathes mixed with moans and whines mixed with the sound of slurping was ecstatic.

The Texas boy was out of it, not stopping until he was close, his dick pulsating in his own pants. Meanwhile, the ongoing pleasure was getting too much for you. Overwhelmed with everything, you begged him to stop. But both of you knew you didn't want to stop. There was still at least one orgasm he could pull out of you and Sapnap wanted it all.

But after all he looked up for a second, contemplating if you really did want him to stop. And while doing so he spotted the blond haired male, your excuse of a boyfriend, standing in the doorframe with his hand in his own pants and sweat forming on his forehead. He silently pleaded for the brunet to keep quiet about his present.

"Princess, I'm gonna make you mine alright? Gonna treat you better than he could ever do. That pathetic coward. You wanna be mine?"

His face now hovered over yours after finally deciding that his lips abused your drenched pussy long enough. Taking a glance at him you noticed how his lips and chin were coated in his juices but you couldn't care less. It was hot.

"Yes. Gonna be all yours Sap. All yours baby."

"Say it louder. Let everyone know."

Did he want to provoke the other male or just wanted you to be his, but your answers made him all hot and blushy.

"Yours! All yours!" You basically yelled while longing for a kiss. You tried to lean upwards to steal one but he held you down carefully with one hand while his other fumbled with his pants, desperate to pull them down. Leaking pre-cum making him feel slight discomfort in his tight underwear.

It took a while but he got rid of it after a while. "Fuck, i dont have a condom.."

"Don't worry, birth control. Wanna feel all of you."

He moaned out an incoherent response before he slowly pushed into you. He was careful with everything he did but inside he wanted to explode. The hot sensation of your walls around him causing him to whine as his length twitched inside of you. You knew he was close, and you were as well. Even though you both just started getting to the actual act of intercourse, you were lost.

Lost in desperation, satisfaction and pleasure. His thrusts were slow and loving but still destroyed your insides. He was average both in length and girth but when was the last time you actually had a dick inside of you?

You moaned in sync, whining and whispering small sweet nothings every now and then until his hands snaked down your body, resting on your clit he found suspiciously easy. His thumb pressed down on it lightly, circling it until you started to spasm under him.

This time you didn't even announce your orgasm, you just let it go. You felt ripped apart in the best way possible, carried on a cloud while being fucked out of your mind.

Sapnap felt your walls squeezing him and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He let out a pornographic moan as he came, painting your insides with his sticky, milky seeds before he kissed you with passion.

After you both pulled away from that kiss, breaths still heavy, he whispered quietly, "fuck.."

The next time the brunet looked into the direction of the door, Punz was gone. He was happy when he pulled you close against him, pleased with the heat your body radiated and the now slowed down breaths that signalized your sleep. "One day, you'll actually be mine, princess."

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a platonic C!Technoblade x male reader? Like maybe the reader is a mentor to him.one day the voices are really bad and whilst they are training techno hurts the reader really bad. Philza was watching and went to help the reader after techno ran away. He kinda isolates himself for awhile. Then like a week or so later the reader hunts him down to say it was alright or something. Angst to fluff- sorry for such a long request ^ ^”””

:D AHHHHHHHH I LOVE YOU the request wasnt long at all it actually helps if i get longer request! Tw: Violence

Mentor

"Deep Breath Techno, connect with the dirt, connect with the grass, the air, and yourself," Yn murmured as he inhaled the chilly air. When Techno didn't respond, Yn opened his e/c eyes and peered over. Technoblade was standing there with his back to him, and Yn could tell that he was tense. "You won't get any better at controlling them if you don't at least try," Yn added as he stepped towards the piglin hybrid.

"Techno?" Yn asked as he put his hand on Techno's shoulder. As he pushed around Techno's bulkier form, Yn's eyes narrowed. Techno's eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were curled into balls as if he were suffering from a headache.

Techno's red eyes stared deeply into Yn's e/c ones as Yn reached out to touch his face, but his wrist was quickly caught, causing Yn to stumble back slightly. "Techno, please let go," Yn yelled. Techno then pushed Yn to the ground and jumped onto him, raising his hand and slashing Yn across the face.

"Techno Mate!"  Phil yelled in the background. Yn felt their head beginning to feel dizzy and saw that everything around them was spinning. All Yn could hear as Technoblade's weight suddenly vanished was Phil's shouting in the distance and Techno's foot pounding on the ground. When Yn turned his head, he saw the piglin running from him.

---- im so sorry i couldn’t finish this but i’ve been so busy and un motivated with everything i’ll try my best to pick this back up and finish it in the future

[garrafoncitoda]

🏵️GhostInnit🏵️

I made this during Spooky Season in a little activity I did with my partner. The ideas was draw something with ghost theme while we watch "Nightmare before Christmas", so I did what a I do best:

I drew Tommy

So, here some of my favorite headcanons about GhostInnit

GhostInnit keeps always with him some stuff of the living world, such as an allium gifted by Ranboo, the Friendship Emerald and the prosthetic Techno made for Alive Tommy during exile. Some of them he kept them out of necessity and some out emotional attachment.

GhostInnit has lava tears. His tears can't hurt him, but they can definitely hurt others and burn stuff, that's why he can't hug anyone or anything while crying. He's really afraid of hurting the people he loves or damaging the stuff that makes him happy.

Most of GhostInnit's memories are bad memories. He remembers a lot of traumatic stuff Alive Tommy lived like November 16th, most of the exile, Doomsday, the Final Control Room, the duel with Dream and the Pit. He doesn't remember his last death at Prison, the Community House fight and some Pogtopia stuff.

Even if GhostInnit likes a lot physical touch, he doesn't like when people touches his wrists, it makes him remember all the times Dream took him roughly by the wrists during exile. That's why he keep bandages on his wrists, so if anyone touches them, the panic won't be as much as it would be with direct contact.

GhostInnit is always afraid when he's with Philza and Techno. He remembers so much Doomsday, so even if he wants to be with his family, he can't bring himself to feel as safe as he used to feel with his father and brother.

So yeah, enjoy the ✨angst✨

[throwingintothevoid]

Part 1 - This Is The End

(There may be a part 2 if i ever finish it)

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[wilbursprincess]

Simpbur and the reader having a long time relationship but suddenly he falls out of love and finds another obsession

Just pure heart-breaking angst

Simpbur Moving On

Simpbur x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Pure, heartbreaking angst, creepy Simpbur, cheating 🫢

ANON, I’VE CRIED ABOUT 3 TIMES TODAY, WHY??? Jk, I’m pretty new to writing angst but honestly it’s pretty fun! Not as much fun as writing smut, but I love breaking my reader’s hearts ;)

Headcannons below cut!

~You and Wilbur had been together for ages, and you were so happy with him.

~Sure, he was obsessive, and you were one of his many obsessions.

~You’d watched him fall in and out of those other obsessions, but never assumed he could fall out of his obsession with you.

~He’d been acting distant, different, even.

~Wilbur would spend more and more time at work, leaving you alone, waiting impatiently for him.

~”Sorry, meetings ran late,” he’d say each time, loosening his tie and heading straight to his bedroom.

~You started just staying at your house most nights.

~After about a month after this all started, you got to his house after him.

~He was normally watching tv on the couch, but the bedroom door was open just a crack and the light was on, seeping into the hallway.

~You knew this couldn’t be good, an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

~Peeking in, your stomach dropped as your suspicions were confirmed.

~Pants around his ankles, glowing computer screen displaying an innocent photo of a girl. His hand was wrapped around his cock, frantically jerking off and muttering this mystery girl’s name. Photos of her lay strewn around on the bed, some even spattered with remnants of earlier… activities.

~Pressing your hand over your mouth to hide your sobs, you watch as your boyfriend, the love of your life, the one you wanted to marry, looked at another girl’s photos with the same look he gave you, moaning her name so loudly as he came all over a photo of her he obviously snuck while at work.

~You knew what you had to do.

~Waiting until he goes into the bathroom and starts the shower, you quickly walk into the room, grabbing the few things you keep at his house, shoving them into your bag before shutting the door for the last time.

~You find the rest of your belongings quickly, wiping away the torrent of tears as you scrawl a shaky note.

~I know about her. I’m blocking your number. I have my things. Don’t contact me again, you write, smacking the key to his house on the counter and pocketing the key he has to yours.

~One last look around the house, and you’re out for the last time. You don’t even look back as you get into you car, stamping on the accelerator and driving away.

~The next week is spent changing your locks, your number, and erasing every detail of Wilbur from your life.

~The whole time, the same words repeat in your mind.

~What was wrong with me? Why did he fall out of love? Why her?

[ador3him]

QUACKITY X READER FLUFF?? ANY KIND OF FLUFF :)))

Pairing: Quackity x gnstreamer!reader

Warnings: none!!!

Requested? yes by anon

word count: unknown (headcanons)

a/n: HERES SOME CUTE DATING HCS W MR QUACKITYYYY (it started off hc of dating him then turned into a plot SORRY HAHAHAH)

So, because you are a streamer, I feel like it's a long-distance relationship.

Not one of those cringy ones though, one where you genuinely put so much effort into it.

Like you would stay up 3 or 4 days a week for his time zone, and he would stay up 3 or 4 days a week for yours.

AND IF YOU WERE FACETIME SHY BRO WOULD FORCE YOU (in a cute way) TO SHOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL ASS FACE.

He would send you memes- don't ask just he would.

Quackity would be so secretive of your relationship, not even telling the rest of DTQK until it's like your 4- or 5-month anniversary.

And that was only because he wanted their help to surprise you.

HE CAME ALL THE WAY FROM CALIFORNIA IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SCHOOL TERM AND STREAMING SCHEDULE JUST TO MEET UP WITH YOU FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY.

You heard a knock at your door while streaming with Sapnap and George (fucking dicks were distracting you so you wouldnt text Quackity)

WHEN YOU ANSWERED YOU STARTED CRYING AND HE WAS LAUGHING

he was also filming and he laughed at you-

he then kissed you LIKE BRO WENT INNN

a cute little smooch and he melted he literally was hugging and kissing you all together because he couldnt believe he was with you.

He would find a cute resturant near your house, insist on driving your car to it and then change all your seat setting (like how far forward and the headrest)

He wouldnt stop holding your hand through the whole dinner, even if you needed ur other hand he would just say 'deal with it'.

HED WIPE OFF ANY SAUCE ON THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH (if someone doesnt think thats cute STOP)

The next day to thank him youd make him breakfast in bed because man was JETLAGGED AFFFF

hed let you play with his hair beanie off and everything (maybe even braid it or put it into a man bun )

ANYWAYS THIS IS SO CUTE I CANTTTT

[julibeeline]

hey! okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. From angst to fluff

while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.

[cc!dreamwastaken x reader]

a/n: this one took a while, thanks so much for the request, it was fun to write :) enjoy <33

you could sense dream’s sour mood from the moment you walked into the living room. the evident frown on his face and his stiff body was not something you were used to. you slowly sat down on the couch next to him, gently brushing his shoulder up and down.

you had just finished an smp stream with george, just messing around the server and making joking comments here and there. but to dream, however, just looked like a bunch of bullshit.

the continous,

“hey y/n look what i got for you!”

“george touch me again and i will kill you with my sword”

“we make a good team y/n”

really set dream’s temper off to its finest.

he backed away from your touch, looking at you with pure rage and distress. 

“hey baby, whats wrong? d’ya wanna grab food maybe? or we can just watch a mov-“

“im not really in the mood right now, y/n. cant you tell?” he says, catching you off guard with his harsh tone. he saw the look of panic on your features for a split second.

“okay, then tell me whats going on.”

“its not like you would care anyways” he mumbles. since when did he get so bitter? you swore he was in a good mood, peppering kisses all over your face just before you left to george’s stream; less then 2 hours ago. 

“is this about the stream? is something bothering you clay?” you ask.

“of course its about the fucking stream y/n. take a goddamn hint.” his voice raises, harshly standing up in defense as you remain seated on the couch alone. you lift your head up to see his hands wavering all over the place.

“its about george. and its always about george for you isnt it? do you even like me? WHY ARE EVEN WITH ME IF YOURE GONNA SPEND HALF YOUR TIME TALKING TO GEORGE!” the words come spewing out of his mouth at a fast pace, too fast you almost couldnt catch them.

“what are you talking about?” you say, the temper building up in your chest. the pressure and anger let out of you making you feel unsteady.

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” dream shouts. hes never shouted before.

“i couldnt care less if you left me for george, i dont even care about our relationship anymore. you ruined it, y/n. you ruined our relationship and days go by where im left wondering when youre gonna break up with me.” he walks around the living room in rage, the eeire silence felt too loud.

“go back to your stupid fucking streams with him. im going to take a drive.” he mumbles walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys off the counter.

hot tears blurred your sight, it all happened so fast. his words felt like a knife in your heart; you couldnt bare to take it out. those nasty words that were directed to you made you want to slap him across the face.

and so you started crying. as much as you wanted to cry your heart out, the only thing that came out of you was a silent sob. your body shook on the couch as you dropped your head to your knees, rocking yourself back and forth. your breath shuddered as it became harder for you to calm down.

as dream threw opened his car door, he ran his hands through his hair taking in a deep breath. he took the argument too far, his plans to carefully confront you about it had been buried inside his chest the moment you came out of the room. he sat in the drivers seat for a second, before turning the keys and drivng out of the house.

over time, the burning anger in his chest died down. but as it happened, the guilt built up. he thought back to his words, furrowing his eyebrows as he replayed each and every word in his head. everything he said was out of pure anger; “the heat of the moment” as some would say.

he cared about the relationship. for fucks sake, he cared so much. but when he felt your attention shift from him to george every single day, he couldnt help but want you to feel the same betrayal. the jealousy in his throat every time you called, texted or even talked about george in front of him got too much to handle.

he turned the music up, stressfully tapping the side of the car handle. he tried to slow his breathing and stop the tears from clouding his vision, but it seemed to have no use. he pulled over to the side of the empty, dark road. 

and then he let the tears fall. he sobbed into his hands. the fear of you leaving him made him say it to you; he wanted you to feel the fear of him leaving you. if you did care, that is.

I thought I couldn't love anymore

Turns out I can't,

but not for the same reasons as before

I use everyone I ever meet

I can't find the perfect match

Abuse those I love

While I ostracize the ones who love me,

Back

On the path of least resistance

I find myself salting the Earth

Every time that I miss you

I feel the way you hurt

And I don't deserve you

You deserve the world

Though it feels like we were built

From the same, dirt.

he turned the music off in fustration, clenching his muscles. he took a moment to calm down, his mind racing of things he should say to you when he got back. the apologies and the “please dont leave me, please forgive me’s”

by the time he reached the front door of the house, it was near midnight. he hesitantly turned the key and walked in. 

and you were there. asleep on the couch with the tv silently playing in the background. as he got closer to you, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and ones on the sleeves on your sweater. it made him want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

you were awoken by a gentle shaking, as you looked up to whoever it was. it was dream. his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as he brought you into a hug the moment he saw your eyes open.

“im so sorry baby, i didnt mean any of it.” he cries. he sobs so hard on your shoulder before you can even process it. you rub his back as he struggles to speak, hicupps interuppting his words. “please dont leave me” he mumbles repeatedly. 

“im not going anywhere, clay.” you say.

you werent ready to forgive him, you were ready to listen. 

and he was ready to speak.

the kisses at night, cuddles before breakfast and the “I love you’s” in the car were too good to give up just yet.

[batwritings]

Can I get a little drop of angst for a quackity(or anyone) x GN reader? Where the reader is usually really playful and a jokester but they’re having a bad day, so quackity is trying to joke around but they readers just like “I’m really- just not in the mood today.” And quackity cheers them up or something?

*flashbacks to the Las Nevadas finale where I almost cried* Y-yep! ; w ; One order of angst, coming up! Enjoy~!

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Part of you felt bad for not smiling at all of Quackity's jokes today. He was pulling them out left and right, trying to really get a rise out of you. Usually, you adored his jokes, making them right back if not pulling them out harder. But today was just...not one of those days.

"Sorry Q," you sighed, getting up from the meeting table. "I'm just...I'm just really not in the mood today." You walked off without an explanation. Quackity was usually really good about not needing an explanation for these kinds of moments, but this was just...so off for you. He knew something wasn't right.

He found you on the game floor, mindlessly tinkering with one of the slot machines. "Hey," the duck hybrid said as he approached. "Take a walk with me." You met his gaze, his one good eye boring into you. You could tell you wouldn't be able to just walk out of this one. With a sigh, you pulled yourself to a stand and gestured for him to lead the way.

The place Quackity brought you to was unfamiliar. Not far from Las Nevadas, but certainly off the map enough that you weren't sure Slime even knew where this was. He sat in the grass, ushering you to sit beside him.

Ahead of the two of you, the sun was setting for the day, bathing your surroundings in beautiful shades of pink and orange. "This is where I come when I need to think," Quackity explained softly. "It's not far from home, but far enough where I won't be bothered." You hummed in response, still not entirely sure why you were brought here, but appreciating your boss' effort.

"So what's been digging at you today?" The hybrid asked bluntly as he lit a cigarette. "You're not your chipper self. Something happen?"

You bit your lip as a flood of emotion hit you like a massive weight. "It's nothing," you answered despondently.

"Bullshit," the man answered, not missing a beat. "I know you Y/N. You love my jokes. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Like a dam breaking, the flood gates opened. Everything that had led up to your terrible feeling came rushing out, mixing with tears and little hiccups. Quackity sat quietly and listened intently. He was surprised at how much you'd been letting sit pent up all this time, no wonder you'd been having such a shit day.

When you were done, sniffling softly, the owner of Las Nevadas did something you rarely saw. He pulled you in for a tight hug, free hand petting your head softly. "Good job letting that out," he praised, putting out his cigarette. "Don't let that shit dwell and pile up in the future."

He pulled back, hands on your shoulders. "You, me, and Slime. We're the future of Las Nevadas. That's a lot for anyone to take in. Don't be afraid to come back here and let that out okay? Promise me that."

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes with your dress shirt sleeve, but nod. "I won't," you swore with another sniff.

Quackity chuckled, patting your head once more. "Good," he said plainly. "We'll stay here as long as you need, okay?" A small smile finally found your face for the first time that day.

"Thanks Q, thanks."