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Eret/Reader -

 - Tired Recaps, 1,069 words, Fluff!  - Murmurs, 542 words, Fluff!

Fundy/Reader -

 - When You’re Ready, 1,797 words, Spicy!  - Two Days, 11,010 words, Fluff!  - Granola Bars, 3,585 words, Hurt/Comfort!

Technoblade/Reader - 

 - Messy Confessions, 2,700 words, Fluff!

Ranboo&Reader - 

 - TikTok Scrolling, 572 words, Fluff!

Tommy&Reader - 

 - Foxes and Tailoring, 1,397 words, Fluff!

Tubbo&Reader - 

You’re not really sure when you picked up the habit, maybe when you started to sleep in every morning, or when someone commented on how your hips were a little wider then made a joke about how it was because of how much you ate. Or, it could have been earlier, when you noticed how the fridge at home was normally almost empty. But you don’t really eat breakfast, or lunch sometimes, and on bad days you don’t even get dinner, instead opting to live off of small snacks all day. All you know is that it’s normal. … Right? Yeah, no, of course it’s normal. Just, no one talks about it, it’s one of those taboos that just stays on the down low. Telling yourself that doesn’t stop the weird guilt that twists in your stomach when your boyfriend, Fundy, asks why you’ve only eaten granola bars for breakfast the first week you moved in together.

Of course, you brushed off his questions, mumbling about not having enough time to eat and how eating a big dinner makes up for it and he doesn’t really buy it but he leaves you alone. The second week was no different, this time he didn’t ask you about it though, he just shot you a concerned look before going back to his own breakfast.

The third week is when you think you might crumble away. Tuesday morning you woke up at the ripe time of 10 am, leaving Fundy to rest a little longer as you quietly grumble to yourself about how already you’re feeling too tired for the day ahead. Groaning, you stretch your arms above your head standing there like that for a few seconds before reaching into the cabinet and pulling out a chocolate covered chocolate chip granola bar. Generally you save these for bad mornings and with the way your brain seems to crumble at the idea of doing things, you feel that it’s warranted today.

As you pull out your phone and do your morning routine you feel Fundy drape himself on you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder while he snakes his arms around your waist. “Morning!” he said, his deep, sleepy voice felt like home, especially with the happy undertone. “How’s the granola?” he asked.

You shrugged in response, moving the bar so he could take a bite, “Try it for yourself and tell me.” 

He hummed before leaning to take a bite out of it, he chewed at it for a moment before replying, “It’s good- ”

“-Yeah because it’s chocolate, everything with chocolate tastes good.” you interjected, a giggle in your voice.

Sputtering for a moment he huffed, “I was gonna say it’s good, but not very filling.” He brought a hand up to push the granola bar back towards you and suddenly you had to physically suppress a shiver. Finishing the granola bar feels like a much harder task than before.

Swallowing, probably a little too roughly, you set it down, consciously making sure you don’t set it down too quickly. You wiggled out of his grasp for a second before looping your arms around his neck, bringing him close, trying to distract him from the barely half eaten granola bar. “Hey babe, do you have a stream today?” his brow twitched in concern for a second and you can't place what the pit in your stomach means but it almost made you nauseous.

The concern wiped from his face within seconds and instead he gave you a soft smile, “Nope! I’ve got the day off.” He said happily, replacing his hands on your hips “What? Wanna play Minecraft with a master? Or maybe get your ass kicked in Valorant again?” There was a slight teasing tone to his words, one you’ve come to love all too much.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you thought, “I mean…” you started, if you’re honest you have no idea where you’re going with this, but you’re nothing if not adaptable. “Whatever you want to do, love. I’m just in a ‘gaming with the boyfriend’ kinda mood today.” You finally said as you stopped shifting your weight, giving him a lop-sided grin.

Fundy looked at you for a second, his eyes somehow getting softer before he pulled you close and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Stop. Immediately.”

A laugh bubbled out of your chest as you leaned onto him, “Stop what?” You asked innocently. 

“Being cute. Just stop that. It’s unbearable.” He replied, his voice dripping in faux annoyance.

You hummed, pretending to weigh your options, “Hm… Maybe, beat me in a 1v1 Valorant game and I’ll consider it.” the smugness in your voice got interrupted by a loud, genuine laughter from Fundy.

As he laughed he leaned up from you, “That’s all? Well, the cogs up there-” he pulled an arm up to tap the side of your head, “- better be ready to turn in consideration.” 

Scoffing, you pretend to be offended, “You really have such little faith in my skills?” You pulled your arm out from around him and clutched at your heart, “I’m so, so deeply hurt… I’ll have you know I’ve been practicing!” 

He laughed again at that, “Oh yea?” he said, a smirk teasing both his lips and you.

“Yeah!!” You insisted, “Go up to your office gamer boy I’ll prove it!” You said proudly, pulling away from him entirely. He rolled his eyes at you but listened, lost in the rush of the fake argument to remember he didn’t make coffee.

With a sigh you picked up the discarded granola bar, you peaked at the trash for a second before finding a smaller box. Carefully you place the granola bar into it and put it back into the trash. As soon as it left your hand you heard Fundy’s voice, there was an awkward tinge to it, like he had been there longer than you’d like but you refused to think too much about it. “Forgot my mornin’ coffee, aha.” he said and you just nodded in reply.

After a few seconds you’re pretty sure if you stayed in the kitchen any longer the ground was going to swallow you whole to reclaim you for the earth. “I’m gonna go set up my pc.” You said quickly, quietly before leaving a little too quickly. Your heart beat made its home in your throat as you got everything set up. You couldn’t place why you were so worried. This was normal, right? Everyone just… Did this, too, right? But… The concern in Fundy’s eyes when he sees you eat makes your stomach drop. Is it not- no. No, it is. You’re okay. It’s okay. This is normal and you are completely fine. 

You couldn’t help but grumble at your thoughts, every time you have this conversation with yourself you walk in circles and you never get anywhere. So, with as much energy as you could muster you shoved the thoughts into the back room of your mind, you have a Valorant game to win.

It’s about six games later before you both come to a conclusion, that being that Fundy is for sure still better at Valorant than you, “Fuunnndy!” You whined at him, “That was so unfair!” You grumbled, getting out of your chair to dramatically lean on his. “You’re a coder how do I know you didn’t make your own hacked client to win.” you teased, you’re not actually mad at losing its just fun to work Fundy up.

Fundy jumped at that, giving you an offended gasp, “Oh so when you’re winning you’re ‘cracked’ but when I’m winning I’m ‘hacking.’” He asked, making air quotes around ‘cracked’ and ‘hacking.’ “Have you considered, babe, that you are simply bad at video games?” He looked up at you with a smug smile, his eyes squinting just enough.

“Absolutely not. I am cracked, you just happen to be more cracked at coding.” You said, laughter slipping into your words despite your best effort.

Shaking his head, Fundy pushed you off his chair and started laughing, “See! You can’t even take yourself seriously, how am I supposed to?!” You made a few noises in protest before just falling to the floor and laughing with him. After a few minutes you both calmed down and Fundy stood up, offering you his hand, “C’mon!” He said, you mentally shrugged before grabbing his hand and letting you pull you along.

Fundy led you to the kitchen, much to your dismay, “I thought we could make lunch together!” He said happily.

You tried to swallow how the thought of eating made you feel sick as you wiggled your hand out of his, sitting up on your kitchen counter. “What’s on the menu?” you asked, tapping your fingers on the counter.

Humming to an unknown beat in his head, Fundy looked into the fridge, “I mean, sandwiches sound pretty good, huh?” He pulled out the things he wanted on his before turning to you, “Ham or turkey?” he asked, holding up two packages.

“Could I get a pb&j instead?” You questioned much quieter than you meant to.

Something unidentifiable flickers behind his eyes for a second, but then like nothing happened, he beams at you, “Of course, love.” he replies, pulling the jelly out of the fridge and handing it to you. Jumping off of the counter, you reach into the cabinet and pull the bread out for both of you. You quickly make yourself a half a pb&j before putting your things away and leaning on Fundy. He looks at you from the corner of his eye, the part of his brow that you can see drops for a second then pulls back into its neutral position. “That’s all you’re eating?” You can tell he’s being careful with his words.

“Yea, my stomach’s been acting up recently.” You half lie, it hasn’t been acting up per se more that you’re just not hungry. He tensed under your touch, the way you've come to recognize happens when he's deep in thought but you can see his face relax so you force yourself to relax as well. 

Softly, Fundy continued to him the tune from earlier, quickly finishing putting together his sandwich then peeling you off of him so he could put everything away. You grumbled but didn’t stop him before grabbing his phone, as he pulled away from the fridge you snapped a photo of him before drafting a tweet, “Can I tweet on your main?” you asked. He gave you a hum in return as he bit his sandwich, the tweet read ‘mans makin’ a sandwich to cope with how badly i beat him in val today’ and you couldn’t help but giggle at your own white lie.

“Oh god, what did you tweet? Is this gonna be the Ranboo tweet all over again?” Fundy asked, playing his panic up for the bit.

You smirked and held the phone away from him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I would only ever tweet nice and wonderful things about you!” you said, batting your eyelashes to fake innocence.

Fundy shook his head before setting his food down on the counter and grabbing you, taking the phone from your hand with much more ease than you’d like. He looked at it for a second then sputtered, “You! You bastard, you lied!” he said, there was no malice in his voice though, it felt more endearing than anything.

“It could have been worse, ya know!” You replied, looking over to see the replies, most of them making fun of Fundy, a few others asking who took the photo. You can’t help but laugh as you watch Fundy reply to the original tweet, saying how it was slander. You hummed as you watched a message pop up on the top from Sneeg. Fundy slid down on it, reading it before going to type his response, “You up for some Mario Kart on Sneeg’s stream?” he asked.

“Do I have to talk and all that?” You asked in return, he shrugged as he typed a quick response asking, a few moments later Sneeg replied back saying that while Fundy had to you didn’t. “Sounds good then!” you smiled.

Mario Kart was just as chaotic as you’d expect, zapping all of the energy out of you within just a few hours of playing. Once Sneeg had switched to Terraria, roping Fundy into playing with him, you withdrew from socializing. Even though you weren’t talking during it, being in such a chaotic social situation made you feel exhausted, especially after the up and down day that today had been for you. A little more grumbly than you meant to be, moved to the living room and flopped down on the couch before lazily turning on your favorite show to pass the time.

It was three, maybe four episodes before Fundy joined you on the couch, softly sitting down next to you as he draped himself on your side. “Sorry hun, that took longer than I expected." he said softly, his voice slightly gravelly from the strain of talking all day. 

You made a noncommittal noise in the back of your throat before shuffling till you could wrap your arms around him. "It's fine." you replied softly. 

Fundy heaved a sigh, relaxing more in your hold, "I was gonna make us dinner, but I'm tired…" he trailed off, somewhere in the back of your mind wished food would stop being brought up today. "You up for pizza?" he asked quietly.

For the first time all day you finally felt actually hungry so you nod, "Of course, nothing gets better than cuddling and eating pizza while watching a movie." 

The wide smile Fundy gave you made your heart melt as he pulled himself away from you, "I'll order it, you pick something to watch." he said quickly as he left for his phone.

Lazily, you glanced over the movies on Disney right now, nothing particularly taking your interest till you swiped over Luca. After internally debating for a moment you click on it, hovering over the play button for when Fundy returned. When he got back he flopped down next to you, opening his arms, a silent offer that you happily accepted. "Pizza will be here in thirty." he said, you simply hummed in return. "Luca, huh?"

"Yup!" You gave him a tired smile, "I've heard good things, plus nothing else really looked interesting." you more so mumbled as he reached for the remote and pressed play.

As expected, about thirty minutes into the movie there was a knock on the door and you begrudgingly pulled away from Fundy. You both decided to pause the movie while you ate, not wanting to be distracted while watching it. "You know," you started, biting into your second piece of pizza "I wasn't expecting Luca to be this good." 

Fundy raised a brow at you, "Really?" he bit into his piece.

"Yea, like, I had only ever heard good things. I just always assumed they were dramatized, ya know?" You mostly rambled, covering your mouth as you chewed.

Humming in agreement, Fundy set his crust back into the box and before you really know it you're eating it. "Didn't know you liked pizza crust." he said, a laugh bubbling just under his words.

"I didn't either!" You replied, shrugging "Guess it's just good pizza crust!" you smiled as you licked your fingers, Fundy happily reaching over and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap.

Fundy hummed into your hair as he reached over and played the movie again. Softly, you sunk into his embrace, your eyes glazed over slightly as you watched the movie. At first glance you'd think that Fundy would be uncomfortable to hug, he was all limbs, made seemingly thin and bony, but he didn't feel like that. It was odd, yes, but comfortable so why think too hard about it? Lost in thought about Fundy's comforting arms you slipped off to sleep, leaning into him just enough more as you nuzzled your face into the arms that clouded your mind.

When you woke up, you couldn’t help but groan as you flipped over, trying to wrap your arm around Fundy only to find the back of the couch. Yawning as you sat up, you looked around through squinted eyes, you could smell eggs and bacon and tried to ignore how it made your stomach churn, “Fundy?” you call out a little quieter than you normally would. 

You heard some rustling in the kitchen for a few seconds before Fundy popped his head out from the doorway, “Mornin’!” He gave you a wide smile, his hair falling into his eyes thanks to how he was tilted.

“What are you doing over there, foxboy?” you asked, wiping the sleep out of your eyes. He excitedly motioned for you to come over and after a little grumbling, you sighed and made your way over. Once you were close enough he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him as he walked over to the island in your kitchen, having you sit down on a stool. 

"Okay now, just. Wait one moment." he said quickly, you just giggled in response. 

Quietly you hummed to yourself, trying to distract your body from the weird pit that formed in your stomach at the smell of the food that’s only gotten stronger. It was some Undertale song, honestly more of a mix of a few since it's been so long since you’ve played it, and it worked for the most part. When he placed the plate in front of you, you had to physically stop yourself from twitching away from it. 

“I’ve noticed you don’t eat a lot in the mornings, and while I know it’s not my place to pry, I’ve been worried.” He said softly, the worry in his voice was obvious and it made you feel impossibly guilty. “But, so, what I did is I learned how to make an american breakfast! It seemed like fun and from what I read it’s really filling.” He sat down next to you, placing his own plate of food down. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see him start to dig in, and willing your hands to be steady you go to eat too. You pick up the toast first, bread has always been the easiest thing for you to eat, toast especially because it reminded you of your childhood. By the time you finished it, you noticed Fundy had already eaten his eggs and bacon. Carefully you grab your fork and start on your eggs, three bites in and you set the fork down. “Fundy… Can I… Can I tell you something?” you asked him, fidgeting with your hands.

Fundy finished chewing his bite of toast and nodded, wiping the crumbs off his face. “I can’t.” you moreso whisper, trying to stop the tears you didn’t even realize were building. “I can’t eat all of this. I-I’m sorry, I hate to- to waste food like this but. It. It makes me nauseous to think about.” You said, somehow it felt like you were talking too fast and too slow at the same time, everything feels like it's spinning, the stool you sat on suddenly becoming the center of the universe.

You don’t notice how you were hyperventilating till Fundy carefully grabs your face, his touch was soft and careful, wiping the tears off your cheeks as he looked at you with gentle eyes. “Y/n… Love… How long have you been dealing with an… An eating disorder?” His voice is soft but the mention of eating disorders makes you jump out of your skin.

“I-I. I do not have an eating disorder!” You say louder, and quicker, than you meant to. “Yeah, maybe a little. Like. Disordered eating, but- but that's different!” You insisted, eyes wide as you looked at him.

He made a small face, one you know meant he didn’t believe you, but it left his face as fast as it came, “Yeah- yeah, of course… My bad.” He said carefully. “How can I help, then?” softly he rubbed his thumbs into your cheeks and you leaned into the touch.

You sighed, bringing your hands up to hold onto his wrists, effectively grounding yourself just a little more. “I’m not really sure… I didn’t really know I even ate weird, honestly.” you admitted, even though you just woke up you feel like you could fall asleep for a solid day.

Fundy leaned up and gently connected his lips to your forehead, staying there for a moment before pulling away, “That’s okay, we’ll figure it out together, alright?” You nodded, a little jerkier of a movement than you meant to, but he looked at you with the same lovesick eyes he’d always had. “I love you, you know that right, y/n? This doesn’t change how I see you at all..” He gave you a smile, it made you melt, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah, I know. I love you, too, Funs.” You said just before placing a light kiss on his lips. “Thank you, genuinely. It means a lot.”