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rkay07 · 7 months

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The One Who Speaks

C!Technobladex Fem!Reader

(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)

Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.

FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.

You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.

My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.

You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

It could be Techno, you thought.

You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.

You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.

You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”

You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.

Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.

You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.

He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.

#c!techno #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade fanfic #technoblade fluff #technoblade never dies

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screennamealreadyused · 2 years

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when wilbur was born, kristen asked techno if he wanted to hold him. techno said no. phil rolled his eyes, thinking he probably had an aversion to babies because of the whole orphan thing. no, techno was just scared he was going to break wilbur because he was so small.

a couple weeks pass and they can't get wilbur to settle down and sleep. they put him in the crib and close the door, content to let him tire himself out. within minutes, wilbur settles down. they open the door a crack to see techno in the rocking chair, wil against his chest, and techno's very quietly retelling the myth of orpheus and eurydice

#and no one was there #uncle techno my beloved #dsmp headcanon #technoblade #c!techno #c!wilbur #wilbur soot #c!phil #ph1lza #philza #mumza #c!mumza #c!sbi #sleepy bois inc #sbi #dsmp #mcyt #see i can write fluff #uncle techno

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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Might start writing fluffy Techno fics as a coping mechanism. I miss him so much.

#technoblade #technodad #technoblade never dies #dsmp techno #c!techno #c!techo x reader #techno fluff #bun updates

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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Scars on our skins, love on our hearts

Tommy doesn't think he even knows someone who doesn't have scars. Tubbo has a huge one on his face (he forgave Techno for that and it's not even a sensitive topic between them, but still, it is a scar.) Ranboo has the second weirdest; scars on his face that look like tear tracks, besides the ones on his hands. Wilbur has on his hands, stitches across his face, multiple scars on his chest. Philza has lots on his arms and hands, some seem to be from hard labour, others from battles so gruesome Tommy doesn't even want to ask.

Tommy himself has a nice collection; at least two on his face, one in each knee, a few on his chest and ribs… you get the drill they are all a little rough around the edges, even if it has been almost a year since they left the mainland, leaving the SMP domains for good.

Niki is the only one that comes by to visit them, after Wilbur apologised to her and she apologised to Tommy, things have been getting better, for everyone.

But the scars? They remain, like a brand on all their skins, telling them that no matter how much they run, the memories will still be there to haunt them. Tommy sometimes asks himself how Techno specifically deals with it. Because out of everyone The Blade's scars are the most unique.

Tommy never used a Totem before, but he supposes that they have that kind of effect. Because Techno's face is covered in scars, especially on his right side, but those scars are golden, and if Tommy looks closer, sometimes he thinks there is literal liquid gold, running like blood underneath Techno’s skin.

And on the quiet days, usually when it's cold and no one comes by to visit, as he, Wilbur, Phil and Techno sit by the fireplace, Tommy touches the scars sometimes; when he is grabbing strands of Techno’s pink hair to braid, the tips of his fingers graze the damaged skin, and it feels just like any other scar. Tommy wonders if, at the end of the day, Technoblade is more human than any of them would like to admit.

That day, Tommy falls asleep first, leaning on Techno’s shoulder as the man undoes the braid, just so the boy can re-make it tomorrow morning.

"He wonders about your scars." Wilbur says, with the insightful tone only an older brother could have.

For a moment, Technoblade stays silent, then he says, slowly; "He shouldn't… He should worry about his own, about the ones I gave him. I'm already thankful he allows me to help heal him."

Wilbur nods, sipping his hot chocolate. "We all fucked up eachother a lot."

Techno holds back an awkward snort; "It happens in the best families, isn't that what they said?"

There is a ruffle of feathers by them, and Phil sits by Techno’s other side, throwing more blankets over them and around them. "Enough with sad shit! Sleep. Heal. Nest. Now."

"So true, Dadza. So true." They all laugh softly as Wilbur settles himself by Tommy’s side, carefully adjusting the boy so they all can lay down comfortably near the fireplace.

The scars on Techno’s face remain, shining slightly under the flames, just like everyone else's scars remain. But this time, the warmth in their chests remind them that no matter how much their past tries to haunt them, they have each other now, and they can heal.

#i miss technoblade #sleepy bois fanfic #dsmp #bedrock bros #bladeblr #philza #tommyinnit #sleepy bois inc #crime bois #angel duo #sleepy bois family #no angst here #only fluff #only love #hc that Techno has golden scars #from using the totem during execution #me to c!sbi: you are healed I have healed you #i love them so much

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yianny4green2 · 11 months

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JuneTBlade the Technoblade's Month Day 28: Inspire! / ¡Inspiras!

Leí capitulo 9 de "flash flood" donde Dream sufre una regresión de edad y me Inspiró a dibujar esto... ¡Oh My XD, es que es tan lindo cuando Dream abraza a Techno mientras lo llama Techie!! No pude evitar pensar en un Pequeño Dream, es tan lindo

I read chapter 9 of "flash flood" where Dream age regressed and it inspired me to draw this... Oh My XD, it's so cute when Dream hugs Techno while calling him Techie!! I couldn't help but think of a Little Dream, it's so cute

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freezethebeez · 2 years

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attest: a NLM c!Beeduo oneshot (because I once again said I would)

Tubbo’s heart was beating fast, adrenaline filling his body– but this time it wasn’t due to war, or a bodily response to potentially preserve his life. --- His brain was firing off signals as best as it could through a wine-induced haze– and perhaps that’s what Tubbo can blame it on, because…

#dream smp fanfic #beeduo #c!beeduo #c!beeduo fanfic #nlm beeduo #creative writing #ranboo #tubbo #this is the most fluff you're going to get out of me until chapter 4 of depaysement #which may not come for another few months who knows #i think i wrote about 4 sentences of that chapter today. good work boys #the line where it mentions techno putting a third rocket in tubbo's head went wayyyyy harder than it should have

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free-my-boy-grumbot · 2 years

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everyone. mutuals. followers. people.

i regret to announce that i have written

a fanfic

#yeah #it’s nothing special but i think some of y’all will enjoy it #technoblade #c!techno #c!technoblade #c!techo x reader #gn!reader #gender neuteral reader #self insert #angsty fluff???#is that a thing that exists???#dream smp #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader

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tainted-liquor · 9 months

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'High Score!'✰⋆⁺

Earth42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader TWs: N word usage, making out, cussing, and I think thats it! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, smiles, and lemon zest! (Fluff + suggestive) W/C: 1.2k A/N: You, Miles, and your friends all decide to play laser tag at the mall! Unfortunately for you, your trigger-happy boyfriend doesn't really care for laser tag.

The loud electro-dance music burst through the surround-sound speakers, the floor vibrating as you bit back hushed giggles. You, Miles, and all of your friends decided to get together a week before to play some laser tag. So here you were now, pressed up against the wall as you guarded your chest in an attempt to conceal your hitbox as you peeked your head around the corner. Your friend Daniella had been giggling and yelling, having been 'shot' by your friend Pierston. One down, and six more to go.

Even though you all agreed that it was all just for fun, everyone had gotten extremely competitive the moment those faux vault doors opened, everyone running in different directions for cover. You knew you had this shit in the bag, but there was just one person you knew for a FACT you didn't wanna get into a showdown with. Your boyfriend, Miles. From the moment everyone was released, he was absolutely nowhere to be found. While everyone was panting, rolling on the floor, dodging and weaving between walls, there was no trace of him anywhere.

You gently shook the lingering anxiety away as you slowly made your way to a different hiding spot after noticing Daniella's wide-eyed stare and the subtle point she gave you as she took her walk of shame back to the waiting room. Snitch. You got down on the ground, shimmying over to a small hedge, and leaned back, slowly extending your head around the corner to see if you had been followed. You covered your mouth as you heard Ganke yell out the highest, shrillest, girly scream you think you've ever heard. As you hear a couple of rogue giggles, you quickly apply more pressure to not give away your location, frantic thumps, and heavy footsteps begin to echo throughout the room, indicating everyone's desperate attempts to conceal themselves from whatever predator was following them.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE, BOUL!" You hear Kalias shout through maniacal laughter.

"NO PLEASE! C'MON MAN, I JUST GOT HERE YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREASE MY SHOES." Ganke yells as the footsteps get louder before a low buzz and a loud yelp of disappointment was heard from poor Ganke.

The room erupts with laughter as everyone jumps out, the desperation to catch each other finally attaching itself to most of the group. You take a deep breath, preparing to leave your hiding spot and join the adrenaline-fed gunfight, laughing loudly before being sharply cut off by the feeling of a strong hand pulling you backward. You yelp loudly as you look up, seeing Miles point his laser gun directly at your hitbox with an absolutely evil grin.

"What's good, Mami?" he mumbles as he literally presses you with a toy gun, wrapping his free arm around your lower waist. His smug grin turned into a full-fledged beam full of nothing but pure mischief. The small enclosure was loud, filled with upbeat techno, ray-gun pews, hysterical giggles, and the occasional shout or two. He lowered his laser gun, gently tucking it onto the orange and black belt buckle that came with the vest, pressing his finger to his lips as he watches your eyes widen. "Shhh, cuz I'll blast you back to that damn waiting room right now."

You roll your eyes as you smirk, pretending to be annoyed by his actions as he attempts to pull you impossibly closer. "Where have you been this entire time? I haven't seen or heard you even once." You whisper as you turn your head to the side in confusion. He chuckled lowly as he peeked around the corner, watching the chaos unfold as everyone chases each other around the arena. He shrugged before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs, gasping quietly as he supported all of your body weight with both of his hands. He places a series of careful kisses on your face before capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

"'m waitin' for these niggas to start fearing for they lives..." He mumbled as he broke the kiss briefly. "Then when they start runnin' like rats, i'ma blast they asses back to the lobby" he pants as he continues to kiss you, slowly turning into a make-out session behind the faux wall. Your brows furrowed as he recited his plan, a playful smirk forming on your lips at the thought of how competitive he was being from afar. You laced both arms around his neck, playing with one of the braids that lay on the back of his head. You took this as an opportunity to link your ankles around his hips for extra support.

Any thought of being tagged by your friends dissipated as you melted into your boyfriend's secure hold. He gave you one final peck on the cheek before gently placing you back on your feet, shooting you a wink before grabbing his ray gun and almost immediately disappearing into the arena.

"OH SHIT RUN IT'S MILES!" you hear Jasmine screech before a string of buzzers rings throughout the arena. You silently admired how he seemingly glided through the room, landing perfect shots on your friends' hitboxes in what felt like 5 minutes. He had unexplainably great agility and near-damn perfect aim. Yeah, he was in basketball for a little bit back at school, but his remarkable reaction time and inhumane ability to dodge remained unaccounted for. Regardless of what you thought, you watched him work his magic, successfully sending our remaining six friends back to the lobby with an absolutely maddened expression.

He stuffed his gun back in his belt buckle before turning in your direction, that same devilish grin formulating itself on his lips as he raises his arms up. "Mami! 1v1 me!" He shouts. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the words, going back to the very first thought you had when the doors first permitted you into the arena. But regardless, you shrugged and walked out with both hands on your heavy metal ray gun, slowly approaching him as you pointed it at his vest. He gave you a nod, keeping his hands up as the final buzzer sounded, LED lights turning red all throughout the arena as he gave you a small smirk.

"Oh no! She got me!" He shouted. You suddenly realized he never intended on actually fighting you, and that he only wanted to rack up a high score and then go home to have something to brag about. All that yelling about a 1v1 and the 'showdown' you two had was just bluff so the rest of the group didn't think you were cheating. You burst out into laughter, pulling him into a tight hug as the vault doors opened up again, allowing a new wave of people to pass through as Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"She won." He shrugged, the ghost of a devilish grin still present on his face as your friends let out noises of shock.

"Ain't no way you lost to your girl, Miles." Daniella laughed as Miles shot her a rather rude glare.

"Girl shut the fuck up, you was the first to leave the premises." He spat.

You all spent the rest of the afternoon at the mall, clowning Miles on how he "lost to his girlfriend." Amidst all the talking and jokes, however, he shot you another wink you would have missed if you blinked.

#across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #prowler miles #miles morales prowler #miles morales fluff

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simplepotatofarmer · 2 months

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Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Characters: Technoblade, Dream, Philza; minor Ranboo and Quackity Status: complete Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Torture, One Shot, Missing Scene, Coda, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Prison Arc

Summary:

Dream had known the moment he saw the rose bushes that Techno had grown them for him; they were so different from the hardy, resilient dandelions that he preferred, finicky and difficult and often rewarded the gardener with a prick of a thorn. There's probably a dumb metaphor in there, thought Dream. or techno's favorite flower is dandelions. dream loves roses. it's something that stays constant despite the chaos and complications that surround them. the other constant is the feelings they have for each other but it never seems to be the right time. will it ever be? dandelions grow in the arctic, can roses?

this is my fic for the @dsmprarepairbb! consider it my c!dnb manifesto <3 <3 i hope everyone enjoys it.

please check out the companion pieces by @awesamblr here and @twic0rd here!

#dsmprarepairbigbang #dsmp fanfic #dreamnoblade #c!dnb #dsmp shipping #c!dreamnoblade #trying to cover my bases here #i'm so nervous #obviously not maintagging #dreblr

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brights-place · 3 months

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Synth dating an Goth! S/O

Pairings: Synth X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Synth being an cutie

A/N: I just imagined Synth dating an GOTH! S/O! Since I'm a goth person myself I wanted some with Synth anyways! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

- Goth trolls were known to be broody and obsessed with suffering and death not many other trolls interacted with goth trolls unless they were close to sharing the same interests in their various subcultures as the goth trolls were seemed peculiar

- Synth was swimming in the water and was heading up to the beach to just explore out of boredom

- Until he saw you on the dock

- You were sitting on their staring at the dark night sky as you were writing in an black leather book with various gothic stickers

- Synth stared at you confused on your appearance until he felt something spark - You were wearing an an Gothic High-Low Swing Cocktail Party Dress Women's Vintage Goth Lace Smocked Elastic Waist Pleated Flowy Bodycon Dresses while your h/c hair was frizzy as your makeup was messy which made him blush lightly for an moment

- He stared at you until your eyes caught his noticing his glow in the water below as you spoke "hey?" Synth stared at you before lifting his head up smiling and waving his hand excitedly "hello!"

- Synth couldn't help but swim up towards you as he put his head against the dock while you stared at him

- When you asked him about himself his eyes sparkled happily as he perked up quickly "OOHHH!" he talked about his music genre and about being an techno troll as you listened smiling at the new troll you had met at the dock

- When he questioned you about well your genre he couldn't help but notice your smile... Other then your creepy appearance he loved how you smiled. - You told him that Goth was an Music and a fashion style, a lifestyle, and is often characterized by an affiliation to a ‘dark’ aesthetic. Goth developed from various other youth subcultures, including punk, and evolved from these underground origins in the late 1970s to a more commercial visibility in the 1990s. - You told him your music contains scything guitar patterns, high-pitched basslines that often usurped the melodic role [and] beats that were either hypnotically dirgelike or tom-tom heavy and 'tribal'

- Each night at the exact same time you would visit eachother since you said you enjoy the dark more then the light

- You offered to let him to listen to goth music he listened and was interested before glancing to you and your smiling face showing your black lipstick and gorgeous makeup

- He once pulled you into the ocean for fun and laughed at your face before seeing your wet face you stared at him coldly as he looked away before you pulled him into the water aswell laughing

- He offered you to come see an rave but you told him you couldn't breathe underwater

- You were the polar opposite of Synth in many ways. - You had a dark, brooding demeanour and are often seen as moody and serious. - You were incredibly attracted to Synth's carefree, upbeat attitude and sense of humor. You love that Synth is always ready to brighten your day and make you laugh. - Although how you dress may appear to be complete opposites on the surface, underneath it all, the two share a deep connection and understanding of each other.

- Synth would ask about your outfits and sometimes choose some out for you and would try to do your makeup but he finds it hard sometimes and when his hands were shaking it would mess up but it would fit your style as you do the same to the other side of your eyeliner as he laughs

- When he finally one days get you to come down to watch an rave you looked so stupid well in your opinion but Synth thought you looked gorgeous

- You two were officially dating after that night when Synth placed you back on the dock as you laughed telling him how much fun it was

- Synth stared at you and held your hand his green pixelated heart beating fast as he kissed you which left an black lipstick stain on his lips as he laughs with you as you kiss his cheek

- If it weren't for you two meeting at the night on the dock you wouldn't be this close

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anarchy-and-piglins · 6 months

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About the c/Techno tail wag. He ALWAYS (unless otherwise stated due to being in a human AU) has a tail when I write him. He wags it when he's happy and it's a dead give away that he's happy despite his stoic expression. He curls it around his leg when he's nervous. He thrashes it like an irritated cat when upset. He hold the end of it and combs out the tuft of fluff on the end as a stim. He ties little ribbons and bells on it because he likes the weight and swishy-ness feeling and the little jingling. Even if he's fully pig/piglin/piglin adjacent featured, man's still got himself a tail.

INCREDIBLY BASED.

On DSMP Techno wears his giant cape so the only people who have seen the tail are those who have seen him without his cape like when he's at home, relaxed (Phil, Ranboo, Niki, etc). In public people can't see his tail starts to wag like crazy every time he sees Phil.

#thoughts #technoblade #asks

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ravenxd · 10 months

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W E L C O M E T O . . .

OLD MASTERLIST = > NEW MASTERLIST

NOTE:

EDIT 7/16/2023 - I made this masterlist last year and never posted it because I didn't finish it but I will update it if I come across the ones that belong here.

Thank You so much for 2 amazing years:)

This masterlist contains works for 2021 that I'm not really proud of.

DreamWasTaken

Being Dream's FTM! S/o and Cockwarming him after sex [☆]

- Dream has morning wood, he gets hard inside his s/o, praising,

Saturday At Midnight [3 A.M Thoughts / ♤]

- Making out, Cc! Dream/ use of his name, implied sex, generally fluff, grinding,

Craving Your Touch [☆]

- make up(ish) sex, riding sub! dream, mommy kink,

Comparison [♤]

- Dream's s/o wearing his hoodie, size kink(?), spooning, dry humping

Stress [♡]

- dream feeling overwhelmed so his s/o tries comforting him

My Dream [☆]

- showing everyone that Dream is yours<3

Inducing [☆]

- dream with a breeding kink, cockwarming,

Dream XD

My God [☆]

- breeding, just breeding,

GeorgeNotFound

Cockwarming gnf while he's editing. [☆]

- Cockwarming, calling George daddy, hickeys,

Little Darling [☆]

- breeding kink, neck bites, blood

Feeling So Good [☆]

- george making his s/o squirt, overstimulation

Sapnap

All For Me [3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- thigh riding, editing sap, squirting

Too Much [Blurb/ 3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- sapnap cumming to the point where he's so tired he can't anymore,

Head while streaming [☆]

- Sapnap gets head while streaming/ blowjobs under desk, swallowing, sir kink,

Soft Sex with Sapnap [☆]

- ^^^^

Overprotective [☆]

- slight dark turn at the end, overprotective sap, war mentions,

Getting High [☆]

- getting high with sapnap<3, weed, making out

Sitting on His Lap [☆]

- sitting on Sapnap's lap while he works<3, suggestive,

Punz

Jealous Punz gucking his gf raw [☆]

- Unprotected Sex, manhandling, possessive Punz,

MCC Practice [☆]

- Punz gets head during mcc practice, sub(ish) punz,

Corruption [☆]

- tentacle porn/ reader getting fucked by the egg, corrupted punz,

Eret

A King on His Throne [☆]

- Slight Voyeorism, breeding kink, dirty talking,

Thinking About Eret.. [☆]

- eret literally radiates big dick energy, size kink, his voice is so<3../ voice kink, praise and degradation,

Technoblade [SFW ONLY]

Protected by the Blood God [♤]

- yandere technoblade, techno warming up to a human

Karl Jacobs

True [☆]

- loss of virginity, soft sex with karl, praising,

DREAMTEAM

3 A.M Thoughts About Poly! DreamTeam ! [☆]

- Competetive Breeding, Potentially Hinted Corruption, no protection, cumming inside

Another Way To Show Love [3 A.M Thoughts/ Full Smut]

- Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum Eating/ george eating out his gf after sap and dream nut in her, blowjobs, recording/picture taking, little bit of angst, aftercare<3.

Marking Me Up [3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- jealous dteam, implied sex, how they give their s/o hickeys

How It Came to Be [♡]

- How the relationship came to be,

ALL

Whispers and Praises [☆]

- only cc's comfortable with nsfw, praising,

#Masterlist from 2022 of Works from 2021 #dream smp smut #dsmp smut #dream smp x reader smut #dream smp #punz smut #sapnap x reader #mcyt smut #dream smut #dwt smut #gnf smut

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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I loved your “Touch Starved Echo” fic! I was wondering, could you do a role swap where y/n is the one who went to the citedal and all the stuff happened to her, while echo is depressed because he lost his best friend, but when she comes back they realize they have feelings for each other? (Fluff only) That would be great! Have a happy new year!

Give Us Time

Echo X F!Reader

word count:

warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, there is slight angst, with what happened at the citadel that happens to echo happens reader, mentions of prosthesis. fluff and comfort.

Authors note: The fact this request says Happy New Year shows that I’m slacking☹️ sorry for the wait anon 💜

Time had lost all meaning for Echo since the day he lost you. Or so he believed.

The memories of that fateful mission still reverberated in his mind, leaving him dazed and bewildered. Now, here he sat, across the vast expanse of the ship, his eyes fixed upon you with a mixture of disbelief and trepidation. He feared you were nothing more than a figment of his tortured imagination. But no, you were real.

So long he had felt his heart tighten at the mention of your name, the thought of your face and the memories of old times. He had loved you for many years and the only time he grew up the courage to confess, you were taken away in an explosion at the citadel. One, he believed, was meant for him.

Your valor was unparalleled, but a part of him harbored a dark wish—it should have been him instead of you. Yet now, against all odds, you have returned. Though, you were vastly different.

“How’s she holding up?” Hunter's voice broke Echo out of his trance on you, making him turn to face his new comrade.

“I don’t know… can’t be good given what's happened to her.” Echo sighed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand as he tried to swallow his anger of what the Techno Union had done to you.

Hunter senses his hurt but doesn’t address it. It was clear as day what Echo was thinking and feeling.

Instead, he patted his shoulder and gave a subtle nod as if to say ‘welcome to the team’. Because after all, how could he let you slip away again? Clone Force 99 gave you the option to come with them as you felt like you didn’t belong. And albeit, Echo didn’t think he belonged anywhere else if it wasn’t with you.

After allowing you some time to settle in, he musters the courage to approach. The hours had passed, the air heavy with unspoken emotions.

“Settling in alright?” He asks, looking around at your discarded belongings.

"I suppose," you reply, your voice barely a whisper, devoid of strength. You can't bring yourself to even meet his gaze - even after so long. The weight of your transformation truly crushed your spirit.

Echo stands motionless, his hands restlessly strumming along the sides of his body, desperately searching for something, anything to say. Yet, his eyes are drawn back to you, unable to tear away.

You can feel the searing intensity of his stare, from the crown of your head down to your cybernetic limbs. "Stop," you command abruptly, your voice laced with anguish.

Startled by your sudden outburst, Echo tries to maintain a facade of nonchalance. "Stop what?"

“Staring at my disgusting body like that.” you mutter through clenched teeth, the burning sensation in the back of your throat intensifying as you struggle to hold back tears.

Echo's heart aches, and he instinctively moves closer to you, but his heart shatters as he watches you swiftly retreat, your back pressed against the wall, seeking refuge beneath the blanket Wrecker had found for you. "C-Cyare, I didn't..." He stammers, desperately searching for the right words, but his mind fails him. What could he possibly say? You had endured years of torment, and you no longer resembled the girl he once knew. Yet, he still found you breathtakingly beautiful, even in your altered state. Whether or not you needed to hear that at this moment, he was uncertain.

Unaware of what to do next, Echo begins to retreat, intending to grant you more time to adjust. However, at the sound of his fading footsteps, you suddenly pull back the covers, sitting up abruptly. "Wait!"

He stops in his tracks, turning toward you, his eyes capturing the plea that emanates from yours. "Don't go."

Slowly he walks back to you, and that's when you make room on your cot, gesturing for him to sit beside you. "I'm sorry, Echo," you sigh dejectedly, guilt eating away at you for snapping at him. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"You weren't," he shakes his head, offering reassurance through his words. "You... you've been through so much. I can't expect you to be in a chatty mood."

A soft laugh escapes your lips, though your gaze still struggles to meet his. Yet, one thing remains constant—his unwavering gaze fixed upon you. He does not want to look away.

"I never thought I'd see you again," he says after a brief silence, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"And I never thought I'd be granted a second chance at life," you attempt to jest, but the levity falls flat as your eyes fall upon the cybernetic appendage on your arm, a wave of nausea washing over you.

Echo senses the disdain in your eyes as you look upon your own reflection. With courage, he cups your cheek, eliciting a gasp from your lips. The sensation of warmth against your skin feels foreign now, as he cradles your hollowed cheek and gently guides your face to meet his gaze. "I’m happy that you are here," he confesses, his voice genuine.

"But not like this," you whisper, the weight of your altered appearance leaving you feeling stripped of your beauty. If you couldn’t bare to look at yourself, how could he?

"Yes, like this," he murmurs in response, inching closer to you, his presence like a comforting balm. "It will be challenging for you to adapt, but it's still you. Still the funny, selfless person I've always known and..."

"And what?" you interject swiftly, a glimmer of hope sparking within you, yearning for him to express something you had longed to hear even before the accident.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice trembling, as his other hand tenderly cradles the opposite side of your face. "Absolutely beautiful."

The words hang in the air, saturated with vulnerability and undeniable truth. In that moment, you can't help but feel a flicker of warmth in your heart, a fragile ember reigniting the flame of self-acceptance that had been frozen in those chambers.

A shiver courses through you as his touch lingers, and in a moment of nervous anticipation, you idly moisten your lips—a subtle gesture that does not escape his notice. His gaze flickers from your lips back to your eyes, a silent exchange of unspoken desires on his behalf.

"Why have you joined this unit with me?" you inquire, gesturing to the ship with your voice filled with an urgent need for the truth. "You belong with the 501st... not here."

He sighs softly, comprehending the weight of your words. However, there is something crucial that he must tell you, something that has been weighing heavily on his heart for a long while. "After losing Fives and you, I believed I had no one left," he begins, his voice carrying a mixture of sadness and longing. "Even though I have Rex, Jesse, Kix... But when I discovered that you were alive, I realised I couldn't go another day without setting my eyes upon you again."

Your eyes widen, anticipation intertwining with a glimmer of hope. "What are you saying?"

"I love you," he speaks plainly, his tone serious and resolute. "I love you more than anything in this galaxy. You are my everything, and when you died, a part of me did too. I cannot exist without you."

His words wash over you like a gust of wind, weighty and powerful. Your eyes search his, seeking sincerity in his gaze, and before you can even contemplate the consequences, you lean into him, your lips colliding with his after an agonisingly prolonged separation.

A soft hum of surprise escapes him, but he wastes no time in reciprocating the kiss with fervor. His hand glides along your waist, drawing you intimately against his body, as if he never wants to let go. "I will be by your side," he murmurs, his words mingling with the heat of his breath against your lips. "Every step of the way."

"I love you, Echo," you whisper, your voice filled with a profound sincerity that resonates in the air. Your heart brims with affection, the weight of your emotions finally unleashed. “I wish I told you sooner.”

Your hands find their way into his hair, fingers delicately entangling in the soft strands that you had longed to touch for what felt like an eternity. Despite the apprehension that lingers within you and your altered body, you know deep down that Echo will continue to love you regardless.

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#the bad batch #bad batch echo x you #bad batch echo x reader #tbb echo #tbb echo x you #bad batch echo #echo bad batch #tbb #nahoney22 writes

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enderwoah · 7 days

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WRITING COMMISSIONS!!

It’s been a long time coming and rather heavily requested, so I finally (finally!) took the time to open up a Kofi and throw my hat into the ring of writing commissions.

If you don’t know me, hi! I’m Ender. I’m a fanfiction (mostly oneshots) writer for the MCYT community, primarily focused on content regarding the Life Series/Hermitcraft/Empires members. Some of my best works (as deemed by readers) include:

this limited life bad boys oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + grian-centric, 4.2k)

this DSMP crimeboys oneshot (hurt/comfort, tommy-centric, 3k)

this empires s2/hermitcraft s9 ranchers oneshot (hurt/comfort, jimmy + tango-centric, 17k)

this fae AU mumbo-centric fic (mumbo-centric, 25k, 4 chapters, incomplete but now updating again)

…along with my longest and most popular fic, to write is human (c!tommy goes to hermitcraft, tommy + grian-centric, 125.5k, 22 chapters, incomplete).

If any of that stuff interests you, maybe check out my commissions! As I am an MCYT blog, all commissions will be MCYT for the foreseeable future. :D

SERVERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Life Series (3rd Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Real Life)

Jimmy and Grian focused works are my strong suit, but I can do just about anything when it comes to AUs.

Hermitcraft (Seasons 8, 9, 10)

Grian focused works are my strong suit, along with s10!Joel.

Dream SMP

Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, c!Wilbur, Techno, and Philza focused works are my strong suit.

QSMP (events/characters up until the end of the first Purgatory event)

Outsiders SMP (c!Owen focused)

Empires SMP S1 (e!Scott focused)

Empires SMP S2 (e!Scott, e!Jimmy, e!Pix, e!Shubble focused)

This list is subject to updates! New servers come out all the time, and some might fall out of favour. I'm also willing to write about any characters not listed, just ask!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

Platonic relationships

Familial relationships

Canon divergence (“This person dies instead of this person,” “this event doesn’t happen,” etc)

AUs (modern, college, coffee shop, mermaids, fantasy, etc)

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Whump

Horror (I’ll try my best o7)

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

NSFW ANYTHING

Detailed gore

Torture

Romance (sorry, not yet)

Anything that I deem uncomfortable in the moment!! I reserve the right to refuse a commission if I so please.

PRICES:

1k Words or Less - $10

1k - 2k Words - $20

2k - 3k Words - $25

3k - 4k Words - $30

4k - 5k Words - $35

I’m capping it out at 5k for my own sake. It might increase once I have more consistent writing habits, but, for now, that is the absolute limit. If I end up going over the words you commissioned, I will not charge more (because that would be unfair). I’m also only having five slots open at a time so I can actually complete things in a timely fashion.

Payments must be made directly through Kofi! When requesting, please give as specific of a description as you need for the fic. If you just want something set in an AU or something general (“ranchers domestic fluff,” “monoduo bonding,” “Bolas Rojas fantasy AU,” etc), that’s perfectly fine, but expect it to take longer since I’ve got to come up with the idea from scratch!

Given that I am in college, it may take a while for your commission to be completed. If a month has passed and your commission isn’t at least 2/3rds of the way done, you’ll receive a full refund.

And here's the link (again)! Thank you for supporting me! :D

#going for it!!#writing commissions #hermitcraft #life series #mcyt #dream smp #trafficblr #qsmp #outsiders smp #empires smp #whoo thats a lot #writeblr

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