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hey peeps! i wanna start writing stuff for Scott Pilgrim Takes Off but i dont know if i should start a new account for it since you guys followed me for my DSMP content. i just dont want to screw you guys over with random content you hate. anyways

Peace! <3

should i branch out?

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Voting ended onDec 4, 2023

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Tommy: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Wilbur: *raises hand*

Quackity: *raises hand*

Schlatt: *raises hand*

Niki: *raises hand*

Charlie: *raises hand*

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I need more Scott Pilgrim fanfics and I need them now

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c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.

Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?

c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing

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A/n: Hot take, but i think stuttering in fanfic is terrible (only when the person is embarrassed/shy) it honestly is v annoying, but I'm being a hypocrite I put stuttering (bc reader is crying and I stutter when I cry so I think its a normal think)

ALSO "The moon is beutiful isnt it?" is a poet way of saying i love you from a translated phrase of Japanese

anyways

TW: DEATH AND KINDA ANGST

I Hear Symphony (Wilburxreader) (Angst!)

Blood drips down my head. Down my arm. Down my leg. Clothing soaked. Ears ringing. Vision blurry. Pain being an invisible phantom taunting me. My legs trip over one another.

"MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO-ONE CAN, PHIL!"

His words sound broken; broken as if someone dropped a mirror. 

My pace picks up.

I don't know if I want to punch him for what he did, or kiss him for being alive. He's a terrible man, but he's mine, and I'm his. I wouldn't change it any other way. Although, he's not the man I fell in love with, I love him just the same. 

He needs stopped, he's hurt so many people; it feels like my fault. I could've tried harder to help him, I should've pushed, but my efforts failed. If I continued pushing, things would be different.

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil, kill me!  Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Killza, Killza, do it! Kill me, Phil! Murder me! Look, they all want you to! Do it, Phil! Kill me! Phil, kill me!" 

My pain was numbed for a mere moment, so I ran. I got to the entrance to the room...

"I CAN'T YOU'RE MY SON."

The image of Phil holding a sword to Wilbur's chest almost made my own heart stop. 

The scenery behind them was a hole blown in the wall; craters scattering the terrain. This used to be my home. 

"PHIL KILL ME."

He's going to die. This moment I realized it. If Phil didn't do it... the rest of the SMP would do it.

Memories flashed across my mind knowing it could be my lover's death.

Our encounter.

"Darling~ I know Dream sent you, no need to play any games, give me some information I need and I'll let you go"

"I was told you were a charming man Mr. Soot--was even warned not to give in to your charm--but before I could even say anything, you tied me up and started being a jerk asking for info."

Our confession.

"Hey Will, the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

"I love you too"

Our Future.

"One day we can run off together and live without war. Live in a cottage. Maybe even get a few kids running around, Fundy's always wanted a sister."

"Ha, you wish; I'm sorry to break it to you Mr. Soot, but before we even think about children you need to put a ring on it."

It has come to an end. Our future ended before it began.

"I CAN'T YOUR MY SON."

"DO IT PHIL, DO IT."

That moment was frozen in time, no one moving; only movement is tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I was trying my hardest to at least make a noise. Finally, my voice came through.

"PHIL PLEASE DON'T, WILBUR PLEASE-"

I wasn't even acknowledge before a sword went through one side of Wilbur and came out the other.

Things blurred.  

Time stopped.

His body fell to the floor.

"Phil..." he barley heard my voice. He looked me in the eyes and I looked at him in the eyes. Just looking at him makes my rage bubble up, he's gone because of him, because of Philza. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." I wasn't even yelling, my sob that was building up just escape me, escaped in louder than I wanted.

He pulled his hat down to cover his face, and his wings spread out behind him. Then he was gone. 

My wounds didn't matter in the moment when I jumped over to Wilbur, his eyes barley fluttering. Both of my hands lift his head and lets them rest on my thighs. One of his hands came to my cheeks.

"I'm sorry love, I'm sorry we can't live in your cottage."

Tears fell freely now, all ending up in his hand, hair, or face.

"P-ple-." I couldn't get a word out, "Wilbur pl-please don't go."

"I love you."

"W-wait for m-me"

His voice got softer, his last moments approach. His cold hand brushed my cheek.

"My love, please sing, it's my last request."

Our song.

"I used to hear a s-simple song."

He continued the song--as always--but in such a soft voice.

"that was before you came along..."

"Now in it's place is something new"

In that moment his eyes closed, and my heart broke.

He wasn't going to finish the song, it was our unfinished symphony.

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Repost cuz i just reread this and think it didnt get enough love

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Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?

Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.

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*At Ted Nivision and Y/n's wedding*

Priest: Okay repeat after me...

Ted: After me

Priest: *Whispers to Y/n* Are you sure you want this one? There are many other guys-

Y/n: I'm sure I want this one

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Quackity: I have fallen madly in love with you.

Y/n: Everyone does, darling. I'm a very loveable person.

Quackity: No, I'm seriously in love with you; this isn't me pretending. I love you.

Y/n: Oh...

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Y/n: Tech? What are you writing?

Techno: A fanfic

Y/n: About what?

Techno: You and Tommy

Y/n: W-what? Why?

Techno: Tommy asked me too, I'm also getting paid.

Tommy: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANONYMOUS

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Wilbur and Y/n: *staring into each others eyes*

Tommy: *opens soda can*

Wilbur: We are having a moment

Tommy: And I'm having a cola

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hear me out... Sapnap trying to do the cliche 'Throwing rock at window to get your attention' but he accidentally breaks it.

Adrenaline rushed in your blood as you shot up out of bed. Glass shattered across the floor in front of your window, is someone breaking in? No, your on the second floor. You throw my legs off of the bed and slip on your slippers. With careful steps you make your way across the broken glass to get to the shattered window. With a little peek out of the window you could see the brunette and his bandana.

"Sapnap what the hell!" You yell to your boyfriend standing out in your yard.

"I'm really sorry," he yelled cupping his mouth, "Clay told me it would be romantic to do the rock throwing at window cliche!"

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Sapnap: Truth or dare

Y/n: *exasperated* truth

Sapnap: Do you want to kiss me?

Y/n: Dare

Sapnap: *leans in* I dare you to kiss me

Y/n: *Too stubborn to give in* never have I ever-

Sapnap: ThAT's NOt ThE gAMe

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Y/n: *Speaking to c!Dream* You don't scare me

Dream: Then why is your heart beating so fast?

Y/n: *covers face* I think your kinda cute

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A/n: Hot take, but i think stuttering in fanfic is terrible (only when the person is embarrassed/shy) it honestly is v annoying, but I'm being a hypocrite I put stuttering (bc reader is crying and I stutter when I cry so I think its a normal think)

ALSO "The moon is beutiful isnt it?" is a poet way of saying i love you from a translated phrase of Japanese

anyways

TW: DEATH AND KINDA ANGST

I Hear Symphony (Wilburxreader) (Angst!)

Blood drips down my head. Down my arm. Down my leg. Clothing soaked. Ears ringing. Vision blurry. Pain being an invisible phantom taunting me. My legs trip over one another.

"MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO-ONE CAN, PHIL!"

His words sound broken; broken as if someone dropped a mirror. 

My pace picks up.

I don't know if I want to punch him for what he did, or kiss him for being alive. He's a terrible man, but he's mine, and I'm his. I wouldn't change it any other way. Although, he's not the man I fell in love with, I love him just the same. 

He needs stopped, he's hurt so many people; it feels like my fault. I could've tried harder to help him, I should've pushed, but my efforts failed. If I continued pushing, things would be different.

"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil, kill me!  Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Killza, Killza, do it! Kill me, Phil! Murder me! Look, they all want you to! Do it, Phil! Kill me! Phil, kill me!" 

My pain was numbed for a mere moment, so I ran. I got to the entrance to the room...

"I CAN'T YOU'RE MY SON."

The image of Phil holding a sword to Wilbur's chest almost made my own heart stop. 

The scenery behind them was a hole blown in the wall; craters scattering the terrain. This used to be my home. 

"PHIL KILL ME."

He's going to die. This moment I realized it. If Phil didn't do it... the rest of the SMP would do it.

Memories flashed across my mind knowing it could be my lover's death.

Our encounter.

"Darling~ I know Dream sent you, no need to play any games, give me some information I need and I'll let you go"

"I was told you were a charming man Mr. Soot--was even warned not to give in to your charm--but before I could even say anything, you tied me up and started being a jerk asking for info."

Our confession.

"Hey Will, the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

"I love you too"

Our Future.

"One day we can run off together and live without war. Live in a cottage. Maybe even get a few kids running around, Fundy's always wanted a sister."

"Ha, you wish; I'm sorry to break it to you Mr. Soot, but before we even think about children you need to put a ring on it."

It has come to an end. Our future ended before it began.

"I CAN'T YOUR MY SON."

"DO IT PHIL, DO IT."

That moment was frozen in time, no one moving; only movement is tears starting to fall down my cheeks. I was trying my hardest to at least make a noise. Finally, my voice came through.

"PHIL PLEASE DON'T, WILBUR PLEASE-"

I wasn't even acknowledge before a sword went through one side of Wilbur and came out the other.

Things blurred.  

Time stopped.

His body fell to the floor.

"Phil..." he barley heard my voice. He looked me in the eyes and I looked at him in the eyes. Just looking at him makes my rage bubble up, he's gone because of him, because of Philza. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE." I wasn't even yelling, my sob that was building up just escape me, escaped in louder than I wanted.

He pulled his hat down to cover his face, and his wings spread out behind him. Then he was gone. 

My wounds didn't matter in the moment when I jumped over to Wilbur, his eyes barley fluttering. Both of my hands lift his head and lets them rest on my thighs. One of his hands came to my cheeks.

"I'm sorry love, I'm sorry we can't live in your cottage."

Tears fell freely now, all ending up in his hand, hair, or face.

"P-ple-." I couldn't get a word out, "Wilbur pl-please don't go."

"I love you."

"W-wait for m-me"

His voice got softer, his last moments approach. His cold hand brushed my cheek.

"My love, please sing, it's my last request."

Our song.

"I used to hear a s-simple song."

He continued the song--as always--but in such a soft voice.

"that was before you came along..."

"Now in it's place is something new"

In that moment his eyes closed, and my heart broke.

He wasn't going to finish the song, it was our unfinished symphony.

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Y/n: *To Tommy* FIGHT ME!

Wilbur: Stop telling everyone to fight you, look how small you are!

Y/n: My height doesn't affect my ability to snap someones neck in 97 different ways. Including yours!

Wilbur: You can't even reach my neck

Y/n: Do you really want to test me now? Because I see a stepstool just a foot away fron me. DO NOT MAKE ME USE IT!!!!

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Y/n: Your so sweet and precious

C!Dream: I AM NOT SWEET. I AM DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND DANGEROUS AND VERY PISSED OFF.

Y/n: *Gets Giddy* How cute!!!

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Ranboo: Hey have you seen Tubbo anywhere?

Y/n: No I have not, wh-

Boom

Crash

Thud

Y/n: I think I found him