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I Hate to Interrupt This Alternate Universe I've Wandered Into

c!Technoblade x gn!reader

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Chapter 2 of my series Glimmer in the Eye of the Curious

PAIRING; c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY; You and Technoblade have a bit of an...unwanted... reunion, but it's better than being dead

....well, is it?

WARNINGS/TAGS; nothing really - a bit of panic

A/N; so I realised I want this fic to feel like the song snowfall by Øneheart (you may know from tiktok) - sad, angsty undertones but still have happier, nostalgic vibes to it?? I don’t really know but I hope someone understands the vibe I’m tryna give

also -  i have some questions;

- do you guys like this chapter length? would you rather longer/shorter?

- do we want this to be angsty? cause if you have read any of my other stuff you know i am a sucker for angst, but i want it to appeal to you guys!!

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A tired yawn emitted quietly from your lips, your eyes struggling to open. The first thing you felt was a weary, refreshing euphoria – the type you would feel after waking up from a much-needed midday nap, or after sleeping for 13 straight hours. However short-lived the warmth is, you bask in the intoxication as it slips through your fingers and moulds into an aching agony.

You should be dead.

With an alarming amount of effort, you open your eyes, groaning quietly as your whole body floods with aches and pains. You notice distantly that you are still caked in blood and mud, and still slightly damp from the snow. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the fact that you don’t recognise one thing nearby – coming rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before, and that needed to change.

Maybe it was all a horrible nightmare, and you were really dead, and this was your version of limbo. Honestly, a win for everyone.

A voice clears its throat from across the room.

So, not limbo – not just yet.

Ignoring the soreness of your neck and the protest of almost every limb in your body, you snap your head to see a fairly large man leaning casually against his sink, sipping something out of a mug as if this was just a normal Monday – or whatever day it was now – for him.

And knowing Technoblade, this very well might be.

“How ya feelin’?” he asks, not moving from his place. “You weren’t out very long – woke up much earlier than I expected, actually.”

You hesitate, expression falling. No. No, no no no no no. Not here. Not now.

As subtly as you can manage you look for an escape route, a way you can get out fast and avoid trouble.

“There’s no point. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

You weren’t stupid. With the condition you were in, there simply wasn’t a way of leaving without injuring yourself even further.

You go to reply to his first remark, but all the rasps out from your throat is a rough croak, sending a throb of pain through your head. Closing your eyes to help the hurt subside, you don’t even notice Techno sitting by your side, gently pulling your ankle onto his lap.

A cup of water was in your hand before you could fully register what was going on, but you had drank it all without so much as a second thought.

“Been better,” you finally manage, watching as he unravels a slightly blood-stained bandage from around your foot. “You’ve seen firsthand how bad of positions I can get myself in.”

“Your ankle is the worst you’ve done, everythin’ else will heal just fine,” Techno murmurs. You noted how calm and collected he was. Like how he always was.

You knew he knew how you got in situations you were unfamiliar with – you were skittish, panicked, like a deer in headlights. So he had to tread carefully, not wanting to scare you off (Gods knew he was good at that).

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you chuckle, trying to ignore the burning in your chest. “Thank you for helping me, even after… uh- everything.”

You don’t need to see him stiffen, you could literally sense how he unconsciously sits straighter, holding your ankle a little bit tighter than before. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“I don’t – at least not now,” you whisper, swallowing the lump building in your throat.

“Alright,” he softly agrees, but is still tensed up as if you would attack at any moment – and you both know you have every right to.

But that wasn’t you – you weren’t a fighter like he was, and you both knew it.

Slowly, he unwraps the bandage on your ankle, letting you assess the damage for yourself. He seems almost zoned out as you look at the brilliant purples and greens that taint your skin, an ugly bruise dark and daunting.

“And my shoulder?”

“Just dislocated. Nothin’ a healin’ potion can’t fix.” The monotony in his voice is one you are all too familiar with.

You hum in agreeance, fingers on autopilot as they trace where a scar should be on your thigh from that skeleton’s arrow. There’s nothing there – no marks, no dents, no lumps – no trace of any injury in the first place apart from the bloodied tear in your pants.

“You always had the best stuff, didn’t you?” you snicker a little, letting yourself relax slightly.

If he wanted you dead, you would be by now – he wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble to keep you alive if that was the opposite of what he wished. He wouldn’t have wasted so many precious resources to keep your heart beating if it wasn’t in his best interest.

Ignoring the dull ache moving caused, you ran your hands through your knotted and muddy hair, realising how dirty you must look.

The hybrid had to have read your mind, pointing lazily to a closed door. “Bathroom’s in there, use whatever you need. I’ll get you a change of clothes.”

Limping over, you barely make it to the door before collapsing onto the side of the bathtub, the overwhelming pain shooting up your calf making your head spin in many different directions. Black dots violently painted your sight, bile slowly creeping up your throat. You push it away, not wanting to cause a scene.

Technoblade walks in, holding a pair of clean pants and a shirt. “Will you be alright to do it by yourself?” he asks, clearly wary of your ankle.

You give a curt nod, taking a deep breath through your nose.

He huffs, “Yell if you need anythin’, yeah?”

Closing the door behind him, you are left to peel the bloodied and snow-soaked clothes off your sore body, ditching them to lie forgotten on the floor. Your whole body was littered with scars, marks and bruises – some new, red and healing, others older, faded but still visible.

You couldn’t help but stare as you always did prompted with a mirror at the scar running from between your shoulder blades all the way down to the small of your back. It was a scar that never fully healed, physically and emotionally. The memory of how you got it made you want to vomit, especially since you were in his presence again.

The tub filled quicker than you had anticipated, and you wasted no time dipping into the warmth the water in the bath provided.

Almost instantly the water became a murky, rusty colour, yet it felt amazing as you scrubbed off the built-up grime off your arms and legs. You could feel the soreness in your muscles soften as it melted away with the heat. After a while of gently running your fingers through your hair, the tangles and dirt clumps are out, and the water ran cold.

Reluctantly stepping out, you dried yourself off with the first towel you could grab, shivering at the new lack of warmth. You weren’t overly excited at the prompt of wearing his clothes, but as of right now you didn’t have much of a choice.

Because of his sheer size, Technoblade’s clothes were way oversized on you, but you compromised with what you had. The pants barely stayed on your hips and were too long at the foot so you had to roll them up. The shirt came down past your thighs, sleeves much longer than your arms were.

Pure exhaustion clouded your vision, having to blink away the stars dancing across your eye line. Dizzy, you took multiple deep breaths to attempt to steady yourself, gripping the doorknob as if it was the source of all your problems.

You distracted yourself by thinking – thinking about leaving, going home, fixing yourself up there and never leaving again. Thinking about the closure you could finally get, the explanation you had dreamt of for many sleepless nights-

No.

You were going to go home, and never see this man again, just like you had planned in the first place.

Opening the bathroom door, you hardly manage to fight the wave of nausea that washes over you, and by some miracle, you had made it back to the couch you were on before.

Technoblade sat idly at his desk, trying his best to calm the voices – the same voices who screamed for blood, blood, blood at the slightest mention of your name. He made his hands work so he wouldn’t have to think, praying the tedium and repetition of it would quieten them down, at least for a moment so he could attempt to concentrate.

Your mask lay partially fixed between his fingers, the least he could do to try and rekindle what once was.

He sensed your presence immediately, turning to make sure you were okay. He watched your eyes flicker from his to your mask back to his, but ask no question.

Technoblade was the one to break the silence. “When was the last time you ate-?”

You immediately cut in, “I’m not staying.”

He ignores you. “Now would be a good time for food, and maybe another potion.”

You watch him stand and make his way to a cupboard, pull out a full glass bottle and make a piece of buttered toast.

He first hands you the brew of rich pinks and reds, waiting patiently as you waft the potion to ensure there is no foul play. It tastes of melons and light, yet recovery and safety. A soft sigh involuntarily escapes you as you relax into the warmth spreading through every part of you.

The toast finds its way into your hands and down your throat before you can really process anything, still too caught up in the soft exhilaration rush to think about things too hard.

“It’s late,” Techno finally murmurs, “and a snowstorm is on the way. Look, I’m not gonna make you stay, but I would strongly advise sleepin’ the night off and dealing with everythin’ when you wake up.”

There’s only one thing playing on repeat in your mind.

Two, if you count how pretty he looks in this lighting.

“Why’d you do it?” You whisper it with so much heartache, Technoblade can almost, almost feel it radiating off of you. “Why did you…why…”

“Go to sleep.” It’s quiet, barely there, but it does the job.

The piglin watches as you drift into a restless slumber, silently arguing with the voices about something he had no control over.

Sleep and you had a very delicate, fickle relationship – and yet tonight she decided to hold you dear and close, allowing you a long, overdue nights rest that was very much needed. If she was feeling up to it, she may even have given you a dream.

Or possibly show that dreaded nightmare you face every time you close your eyes.

Blood for the Blood God.

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I personally love that Don’t Worry Darling looks to be a film that has driven its stars and director to the brink of madness. A film so intense it has torn hot people’s minds asunder. A powerful thing.

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When Worlds Collide

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Chapter 1 of my series Glimmer in the Eye of the Curious

PAIRING; c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY; the introduction 

WARNINGS/TAGS; graphic description of injury/violence

A/N; ahhhhhh first chapter!!! just wanted to get this out so people can get a feel for what this will be about :))) also if this sounds familiar its bc i rewrote one of my oneshots (christmas - sbi) bc i’m lazy so that’s why lol

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In your opinion, running had never been a fun task. Whether it was in a race, or from a pursuer, it was never something you seemed to be able to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart almost as if begging to burst right out of your ribcage -- I mean, who could blame you?

But to you, running was especially invigorating when it was away from mobs. It always terrified you that they were out for your blood, and didn’t help when you had the occasional arrow whiz past your ear, 9/10 times barely nicking the skin and nothing more. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears from all the times you had encountered skeletons.

You understand that the whole point of being an isolationist was to stray from politics and remain as neutral as one can be and that with isolationism came living alone with no possible human contact, but the lack of life you had encountered was outstanding. You knew living in the middle of nowhere was a risk, but you hadn’t quite fully grasped just how far out you resided.

You just wanted to take an innocent stroll outdoors – it had been a nice, sunny day and you hadn’t gone outside in a while due to the recent poor weather – who could blame you? Turns out you had brought the wrong map, and since you didn’t know the area well, it was only a matter of time before you ended up lost. But, you persisted, determined to find your way home – and even after losing track of the time, even with what little weaponry you had and the sun sitting idly on the horizon, ready to turn in for the night.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality, would’ve only been a mere few hours, perhaps not even that. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did you would be well and truly dead in a multitude of seconds. Considering you seemed to have journeyed right into mob-central, you couldn’t see a future where you did stop and made it out alive.

It also didn’t help that your ankle was gradually bleeding out from a creeper blast you gained less than an hour into your journey. With that same explosion, you’re pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which wasn’t exactly a part of your ideal scenario. Pure adrenaline was coursing through your veins, which helped you ignore the impending pain.

Your breathing was short, heavy and ragged – easily suffocated by your mask. Your intake of air was limited, not helping the need for immediate oxygen into your panting lungs. The mask covered your nose and mouth, making your face uncomfortably warm and undoubtedly red, cheeks more than flushed.

If you could of, you would have ditched it the second you realised you would be running the long game, but the damn clasp had been broken for so long now that it had just become the new norm. You needed to be stationary and concentrating to be able to get it off on a good day – so despite it ineffectively slowing you down, it would have to stay on for now.

Many – way too many – mobs were still hot on your tail, and it didn’t help that you were running right into a snowy forest. The trees seemed to cop most of the snowfall, but the foliage didn’t collect all of the white powder that managed to pile up to your shins, soaking your already ripped, singed and ruined pants.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for the back of your skull. You shuddered at the thought of it piercing through your bones, but kept up your unsteady pace. Weaving in and out of the trees proved much harder in the snow, but you were determined to not die in the middle of nowhere with no one to find you.

You are going to die here! and no one alive knows of your existence! Ha! How’s that for karma? Winding up dead against a tree with your flesh splayed across the ground in front of you. Being left to freeze and rot and be eaten by wild animals and--

You swallowed as that train of thought crashed and died, and almost as if right on cue, light flooded into your vision. Not just any light, no, but that of a torch; a beautiful sign of life. Human life. And you knew that human life could equal help.

Or death.

You felt your adrenaline peak, using what strength you had left to get to the light. It didn’t take long to be surrounded by trees lit by small torches, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one that you didn’t hesitate to follow. Within mere paces, the sounds of your chasers dispersing met your ears, clearly not appealed at your sudden escape.

As the groans of displeasure quietened around you, you noticed yourself slowing down. You willed yourself forward, hyperaware of the fact that if you stopped here, you would more than likely die of hypothermia in the soft snowstorm. Ironic after the whole hours-long cat and mouse that the monsters wouldn’t even be the ones to deal the final killing blow.

The snow was much thinner on the man-made path, which made it so much easier to run through. You were more than grateful for whomever it was that carved the way, hoping to the gods above that they would be showered in their greatest desires. It sounded a bit extreme, but your emotions were working overtime, so who cared for an extra bit of gratitude?

You became aware of the torches thinning out ahead of you but soon realised that was because the forest ended here. Not long after, you were in the middle of a clearing, the moon now being your only source of light and direction. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house not too far off in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what dwindling energy you had left, you trudged through the snow and to the cottage. The outside had a few lanterns at the base of the stairs leading to the patio, but the main source of illumination was from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out a faint voice echoing around the house.

Your ankle was starting to ache, the adrenaline wearing off, agony deciding to take its place.

You had made it halfway from where the forest line had broken and where the building was placed when you sensed that you weren’t alone any longer. And by sensed, you meant the fact that an arrow was sent flying mere millimetres past your arm, slicing your shirt but nothing deeper. You had gotten lucky for now, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did in your case.

Just make it to the house, you thought.

Turning back for just a second, you got a glimpse of who was attempting to take your head; two skeletons and a creeper.

With the throbbing of your foot, you were now much slower than before. There wasn’t much you could do but turn and fight. Although, that wasn’t the smartest option either, considering you didn’t have a shield and the only weapon you had on hand was a mangled iron sword. It would have to do.

Taking a few quick deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm your pounding heart rate, you turned to face the oncoming threats. The first arrow was easy enough to dodge, the second being the same. The third, however, is not so much. The tip managed to skim itself along the inside of your thigh, and it went in mildly deep. An involuntary grunt escaped your lips, loud enough to gain some attention.

With a new bloody hole in your pants, you swung your sword at the closest skeleton, slightly proud of yourself as you watched it turn to dust at your feet. But your victory was short-lived, the all too familiar hiss of a creeper way too close for comfort. Before you had time to register what was happening, you were being thrown away from your position, landing hard on your back.

Hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs, leaving you spluttering and gasping. Hard enough to easily give you a concussion. Hard enough for something in your shoulder to crack, most likely a broken bone. Hard enough to somehow make you cough up blood, something you should be much more concerned about.

But you weren’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, the pain and agony being too fresh to be able to focus on anything else. A harsh wave of anguish washed over you from head to toe, sending unpleasant shivers over your whole body.

You couldn’t move, either. With the blood dripping from the slice along your thigh, your mangled ankle, heaving chest, pounding headache, what feels like a broken shoulder, and the cold snow pulling you under, you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up and keep going.

At least this wouldn’t be the worst way to die. The snow falling from the sky blended in nicely with the stars, a wonderful blur of white painted across the inky night sky like a Monet portrait. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

If only for a split second in real time, everything felt slow and sluggish in your head. You could’ve sworn you heard the beautiful sound of the last skeleton meeting its end, but it was most likely just a hallucination. Yet you forced your eyes to snap open again at the crunch of snow underneath the shoes of the person approaching you carefully.

The feeling of cold metal(?) against your throat was enough to keep you living for a little while longer. The tall figure above you blocked the moon and stars from your view, effectively masking themselves in the dark.

“I come in peace,” you mutter, your voice hoarse and unused, muffled by your mask. You weren’t even sure if they had heard you. “Please.” Your whole body was in agony, and you just wanted everything to be over. You were miserable.

If they walked away, you would be dead in under an hour. He couldn’t leave you here, it’d be on his conscience for months, possibly years. And also for the fact that you would most definitely die if he left. Totally not just because of the whole conscience thing.

The blade is taken from your neck, a small breath releasing from your chest you hadn’t realised you had been holding. They had heard you and was beginning to lift you from under the armpits to hoist you up.

“I'll help you,” he murmured softly, “but if you do anythin’ funny, I'll snap your neck an’ toss you out into the snow to freeze, got it?”

Crying out in the burst of pain pulsating through your shoulder at the sudden movement, you make an effort to nod so they know you understand. Your conscience was now ever-wavering, unforgivingly teetering between life and death like an unbalanced acrobat on a wobbly tight rope.

After blacking out for a little, the next thing you remember was calloused hands laying you down on a pillow next to a raging flame whilst scanning you up and down for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Five major injuries were what they counted, with heaps of smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still conscious – hell, still alive was beyond a miracle to them.

The same calloused hands began to work away at the wounds, trying their best to keep the blood in and keep the pain out, which proved to be a very difficult task. You barely managed to keep an exhausted and wary eye on them to make sure there wasn’t any funky business going on when it clicked that you recognised them from somewhere.

It was something to do with the pink hair pulled back into a messy braid that screamed a sense of familiarity to you, along with the white boar-ish mask (skull?) that adorned their face. The way they moved – so effortlessly graceful on their feet, practically prancing around the room you were placed in.

Yet none of that fully tipped you off as to how you knew your rescuer before now. No, what did it for you was how he would quietly mutter something to himself, but would almost try to be so quiet you wouldn’t hear.

“Technoblade?” you mumbled, disbelief pushing you to sit up on the wooden floor you had been lying on. Your mask was still pulled taught across your face, which you now realise had never felt more suffocating. Your heart was beating uncontrollably fast and loud in your ears, the thunderous rush enough to make your head spin.

He froze where he stood in the kitchen, but was quick to turn his front to you so he could protect himself if needed. His posture stiffens as he placed a hand on his sheathed sword, his face stony and eyes void of emotion behind his disguise.

“You know me?” he all but growls, a hard, unblinking gaze drilling holes into your head.

His tone was more than enough confirmation for you, along with the fact that he quite literally admitted to being your old pal. Well, more so didn’t not say it wasn’t him. You didn’t know how or even if you were able to process this new piece of information right now, being too busy trying to fight off the crashing waves of nausea washing over you.

Too afraid to use your voice (along with the added idea of vomiting all over his pristine rug and floors), you nod a quick few times. Even that made you feel even worse than you had before. Clasping your hand over your mask, your body began to give up on you. Your eyelids felt like lead; heavy and droopy, along with the rest of your limbs. Everything started shutting down, the whole night way too much for you too quickly.

Technoblade seems to notice your form failing itself, and sat next to your side in seconds. Unbuckling your mask with surprising ease, he coaxes a regeneration potion down your slack jaw and throat, immediately chasing it with that of a healing potion.

He’s also not overly fond of how his thoughts jump straight to how currently vulnerable you were, and the two different demands being screamed at him now.

#glimmer in the eye of the curious #ameswrites #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade my beloved #angst #injury #chapter one #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp techno #canon #minecraft

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in honour of 50 followers, i wanted to write this! I will admit that it is a rewrite of one of my other fics immerensis, but I’m still hyped to write it!! love love loveee the concept and plot for this!! hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I love writing it <33

summary;

like I said, a rewrite of my other fic Immerensis - but with things changed. reader isn’t the most sane & stable person, so that’s why they live alone. but it was such a beautiful day, right? how could anyone resist going out in the shining sun...

Kind of follows the events of the Dream SMP, but with altercations  second persons POV (you/your/yours)

warnings/tags;

descriptions of violence, injury, death, swearing

will be mainly angsty but will still have fluff -- no smut!!

no use of y/n

status; 

started // 3/10/22

last updated // 27/10/22

finished //

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one || When Worlds Collide

summary; an introduction...of sorts

2.4k words // angsty-ish

two ||  I Hate to Interrupt This Alternate Universe I've Wandered Into

summary; an unwanted reunion for both parties, but it’s better than being dead.

1.8k words // light angst

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#masterlist #dream smp #technoblade #technoblade my beloved #technoblade x reader #x reader #reader insert #gn reader #angst #HEAVY ANGST #fluff too #fluffy fluff

[amyelevenn]

i know you already finished "lost cause" but i literally love it so much i keep coming back to reread both parts-

can you do another ending where techno never comes back to reader and its just really angsty? its fine if you don't wanna! :D

PAIRING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: as requested above

WARNINGS: heavy angst, self doubt/hate, insecurities(?)

A/N: ummm yes i love this!! I'm sure you can tell by my other fics how much i adore writing angst, so thank you for letting me write more :D

0.7k words - M.LIST

You didn’t know how to feel.

Something about the letter felt off to you, yet you couldn’t place what it was. You couldn’t put your finger on what exactly made your stomach turn in doubt and worry.

So many different thoughts flew through your mind, screaming unintelligible words at you. Your heart rate was barely louder than the voices, but was pounding relentlessly in your ears, making you feel dizzy, disoriented. The only thing you knew for sure was that Technoblade was gone – he had left you again, and all you felt was numb.

Numb to the pointless scribble on the paper; numb to the ache in your chest; numb to the world.

History had managed to repeat itself even after all of your futile efforts to prevent it, and you hated it. Hated him for it.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling up in your eyes, to busy burning holes into his letter as if expecting something new to appear. But it didn’t. Of course it didn’t. Your whole face felt hot, cheeks wet and jaw tight.

The mug he had used was still sitting out, so your grabbed it and threw it against the wall, overwhelmed as it smashed and crumbled on the floor. Next was your own mug, then a plate, a book, then finally a pillow before you collapsed in on yourself from angry sobs.

Your erratic breathing echoed around the quiet room, providing zero comfort or help in calming down. In fact, it made it even worse to think of how alone you were out here. Desperate grief gnawed away at you, begging for this to all have been a poor dream, or even a nightmare – anything was better than this pathetic excuse of a reality.

All you wanted was a pair of arms to cry in; a shoulder to lean on when you needed it.

And that was Technoblade.

You could’ve gone to him with all your problems, and he would try his best to help. He would try, and that was all you needed.

But one stormy night, he returned to Pogtopia. You realise now you should’ve noticed the signs that he wanted to be left alone, but you were blinded by your childish love. It was your fault he snapped at you, screaming so loud that it woke up the other two inhabitants. It was your fault he called you weak and a coward.

It was your fault he had left you again. You couldn’t blame him – he didn’t have to stick around here; he had his own life. If anything, you should be thankful; he was at your home in the first place to murder you, and yet he showed you mercy. He let you live, and even gave a bit of support.

But you didn’t want to rationalize. You wanted to be angry at him, and for it to be with reason. You wanted to scream and cry and shout at him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t, because you had driven him away.

Come to think of it, he was probably disgusted by you. Could you blame him? You, who confessed your love for him. For the Blood God. He was probably repulsed by such a profession.

He probably hates your guts. In fact, he might even come to finish off his favour for Dream.

He might do the world a favour by finally ridding it from your toxicity and harm.

Because in the end, really, it was all your fault.

***

Barely a week had passed, and you hadn’t moved from your place on the couch.

You noticed your body giving into death, slowly chipping itself away. You were honestly surprised you had lasted this long, that your organs hadn’t stopped working completely just yet.

The letter was still clutched tightly – pathetically in your hand, crumbled and illegible. Fallen tears had smudged the cursive ink on the paper, fading Techno’s false promise into faint scribbles.

Noticing this, you decided to do something about it.

Moving for the first time in days, your bones ached and screamed out of misuse and protest, but you persisted. Meekly limping into the kitchen, you rummage through a chest until you find the flint and steel you had been digging for. One quiet flick and the page is lit on fire, flames licking and devouring the note rapidly.

The last of the page is left to burn on the counter, ashen and crisp. The small action gives you a minute feeling of relief and satisfaction, despite the burns left on your fingers.

You just wanted it all to be over.

Because in the end, really, it was all your fault.

#technoblade x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst #dsmp #heavy angst #oneshot #minecraft #ameswrites

[amyelevenn]

something about this is just so 🫶🫶

Technoblade’s Tundra

This is literally one of my favorite place on the dream smp. It has such a calming, conforming vibe.

I have been technically working on this for a year, I was working on it on Niki’s art stream for those who remember. It took me a while, but now more than ever I thought this deserved to be finished. And I absolutely love the result.

Here have some close-ups

It’s not a lot, but this does make me feel a bit better, and I hope everyone can find a bit of home within this ♥︎

[amyelevenn]

bloody front porch

PAIRING; c!ItsAlyssa x gn!reader

SUMMARY; winding up in the snow with no memory of how, covered in dirt and blood leads you back to your favourite place - your best friends home

WARNINGS; blood, nonsexual nudity

A/N; aaaaaaa an alyssa (technically not wlw but i’m counting it even tho reader is gn) fic !!!! don’t see enough of em. also i am aware of how terribly this is written, but ignore that

You have zero idea how you got here.

All you can think about is how wet every inch of you feels, and not because of the snow you are currently buried in. Although it doesn’t help, the liquid you are covered in feels… heavier. Stickier, even.

With what takes an alarming amount of effort, you open your eyes fully, seeing where you are – outside of a pair of houses in what appears to be the arctic. A shot of adrenaline courses through you in anticipation of getting the hell away from here because you know exactly who resides in there – none other than the Blood God himself. If he saw you in this state, he might just kill you himself.

As you sprint through the nearby woods, narrowly dodging arrows from stray mobs, you realise you have zero clue where you are now or which direction home is in. You don’t stop anyway, relying on your internal GPS and praying that it is taking you in the general sense of where you resided.

After what could’ve been hours on your feet, you come to a stop outside Eret’s giant castle. Thankful for the sight you recognise, you slow to a steady walk, painfully aware of the bloody footsteps trailing behind you.

If anyone gave at least one fuck right now, you could be caught within a matter of seconds if you had been followed. But considering it was the dead of the night on a random Thursday, you doubted anyone would be out partying this late.

You wind up knocking on some random door that you initially don’t recognise, but before you even have the chance to panic about what you’ve just done, you’re met with your faourite face in the entire SMP.

“Hel- oh my gosh what happened??” Alyssa cries, her mood quickly shifting with this unwelcomed sight – not that you were unwelcomed, just that you were dirtying her front porch with – hang on…. Blood???

“Can…I- can we…” you had trouble getting your words into sentences, your brain and body on complete overdrive.

“Oh Gods get inside!”

Almost shoving you inside, Alyssa is quick to guide you to her bathroom where she begins to run a warm and inviting looking bath for you.

“I’ll be right back, okay? Just gonna grab some spare clothes and a towel,” she smiles, gently stroking your cheek with her thumb. “I’ll only be a sec.”

You give her a small nod, and she can tell how exhausted you are. The trip to her closet is quick, locating her softest trackies and hoodie for you, knowing how much you adore them. Finding an extra towel was a bit trickier, but she managed to spot one in the back of a cupboard, pristine white and unused.

Not for long.

 Walking back to you, she noticed the blood tracked through her home, now dried, stained and one with the carpet. She could deal with that later, for now she just needed to be with you.

Back in the bathroom, your pants were discarded in the corner, your shirt and hands trapped above your head. Alyssa had to stifle a laugh at your position, swiftly turning off the bath tap to help you out.

“Lyss, don’t laugh, help meee,” you pouted. This only made her grin grow tenfold.

She coaxed your head out of its respective hole, and from there the shirt slid off easily. Being so exposed in front of her wasn’t a first, but you couldn’t help your whole body flushing at her looking you up and down. With all garments off now, she held out her hand for you to take, guiding you to slip into the steaming water.

Almost immediately the bath was tainted a light red, rapidly changing into a darker shade.

“What…happened? If you wanna talk about it,” Alyssa murmured, low enough that if you didn’t want to answer you could’ve just pretended that you didn’t hear her.

“I- I don’t know…its all a blur,” you whisper. “I just…it’s so foggy.”

“It’s okay sweetheart, don’t push yourself,” she cooed, lightly scrubbing your arms with a sponge to rid them of the crimson stains. “Are you hurt?”

“No…I don’t think so.”

You couldn’t help the guilt eating at you for crashing all of this on Alyssa like this. She was your best friend, but she didn’t deserve to have to deal with this. She deserved a best friend who could spoil her for her kindness.

“Don’t.” she also deserved a best friend who could read her mind in the way she can read yours. “Don’t feel guilty. I want you here, loser. I could’ve left you on the porch, but I didn’t, okay?”

A slight shake of your head, and she’s happy enough with your agreement. Moving from your arms to your hair, she gently massages your scalp, slowly combing out the big clumps of dirt, mud and blood. The calming sensation is enough to have you yawning, barely clinging onto consciousness.

Noticing your exhaustion, Alyssa finishes off your hair and helps you out of the tub, draining it as you dry yourself off with a bit of assistance from her. The clothes she had grabbed for you are soft on your skin, like a million kisses all over your whole body.

You were swept from your thoughts when her hand drew you into the room she had deemed for guests, but everyone knew it was yours, since you frequented her home so often.

“Lyss…I don’t really want to…be alone- uh right now…” you admit shyly, fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve.

“You wanna sleep with me in my bed?” she grins playfully.

Agreeing rather quickly, you can’t help the light dust that paints your cheeks a rosy red as she interlaces her fingers with your again. The first steps into her room feel as if you had never been in there before, despite one of her pillows literally belonging to you.

Her hand left yours, along with the slight tingling sensation that came with contact. She paced over to her wardrobe, leaving you standing beside her bed, watching intently as she herself changed into clean clothes (but not in a weird, pervy way – no, this was filled with such love).

“Alyssa?” you breathed meekly, unable to contain your thoughts on how gorgeous she is. Unconsciously, your feet had carried you over to her side, barely a meter from her.

“mhm?” she turned around, much closer to you than anticipated. Her breath fanned across your cheeks and lips, noses almost touching.

“I…think your really beautiful,” you murmur, unsure if she had even heard you.

“Well, I think that you are even more beautiful than me, y/n.”

It was becoming increasingly harder to not do anything with the way her eyes were trained on your mouth.

Lucky for you, you didn’t have to resist for long.

Alyssa’s head moved closer first, but paused just before touching, waiting for you to make the final move.

Your lips were on hers in less than a second, overeager to finally cross that bridge. Her lips were soft, almost silky against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath your nose, fingers carding through her hair as you breathed each other in.

She started backing you towards the bed, only pulling away once your knees hit the mattress and sat on it.

“We shouldn’t,” she sighs, “you aren’t thinking straight right now.”

“I’ve never thought straighter.”

You couldn’t help the grin growing on your face at how flushed she was; her hair was messy, ears and cheeks tainted a warm red, chest panting in the slightest. If she looked like this, you could only imagine how dishevelled you appeared.

One final, quick peck was given to you, before she had turned out the light and coaxed you under the sheets and into her arms.

What a night.

#alyssa x reader #dsmp #dsmp alyssa #minecraft #gn reader #slight angst #tooth rotting fluff #first kiss #best friends to lovers #ameswrites

[amyelevenn]

found effect

PARING; c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY; long awaited part 2 to lost cause

WARNINGS; angst, slight violence

A/N; can you tell i suck at writing dialogue ?? also srry this took so long, wanted to take a break out of respect & have been v busy//not motivated at all

alsoooo anyone wanna be mutuals?? lmk that would be rlly cool!!!

2.8K words M.LIST

All hope you had held out for Technoblade’s return were gradually diminished on the fifth day of the third week (oddly specific? Yes, but only because you had promised to keep a hold of time and reality this time round). Seemingly endless days of anguish passed, with still no sign of your beloved hybrid. You became painfully aware of how childish and stupid it was to expect him to comeback anyway.

He said he would come back. He wouldn’t lie, right? Techno wouldn’t have no reason to – nothing to gain from it. So where was he?

By now, his stupid letter had become a mantra to you. You read it daily – no, hourly, as if in the 60 minutes something you hadn’t noticed previously would appear.

Yet, you respected his wishes, and took care of yourself. And, if you were to say so yourself, you didn’t look so bad. No, you looked good. Much healthier and normal than before, which was nice – different, a change to how it was.

So that’s all you did. Took care of yourself, and waited.

Your record player was cleaned of dust and constantly in use, music the only thing keeping you sane and from falling into a pit of self-hatred. Within days your favourite vinyl had been scratched and deformed from the sudden overuse, motivating you to quit wallowing even for a moment and to go get a new one.

The poof of the creeper in front of you, along with the drop of a disc provided you with a well needed surge of pride as you checked what disc you had gotten. Fortunately, it had been your favourite. A happy squeal escaped before you could stop it, a stupid grin lining your face.

The walk home, you felt the best you had in God knows how long. You felt as if you had won a big prize, a big victory, like a big game had gone

He would show eventually. He wouldn’t lie, right?

***

He lied.

2 and a half months had gone by, wasted to pointless dormancy and waiting for the piglin brute’s promised return. But now you knew – he wasn’t coming back, and you doubted he ever was in the first place.

Are you surprised? No, he has let you down before – why is this any different?

Dusk was rapidly approaching on you, the fading light of the setting sun illuminating your living room in a pale orange cast. The day has passed, the night has come. Just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. The repetition of it all had become desperately suffocating – an endless loop that you never seemed to catch a break in. You couldn’t handle it. You needed out.

So, naturally, you did what you do best; run for your life. Run away from your problems, blissfully ignoring them as if they would never come back to bite you. Not even bothering to pack anything, you pulled an old cloak around your shoulders and followed the glowing star west, no real destination in mind.

As you wandered absentmindedly through the darkness, you let your thoughts drift.

Most of the past while was spent outside, enjoying the ambience and the serenity of the lake across from your home. One of the days, a family of horses came over and bathed in the water for around and hour, then happily trotted off into the distance. The thought of the happy memory brought a soft smile to your face. You hoped they were doing okay.

The snap of a twig under you brought you out of your thoughts, just in time to stop yourself from tripping over a root ahead. As reality set in, you noted how cold it was out – and that you were now in the tundra, snowflakes landing on your eyelashes and lips. Frost bit the tips of your ears and nose, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

But you kept walking, slowly approaching a small hill. At the top, you felt the ache of overuse spreading from your knees up, momentarily making you pause for breath. You hadn’t moved this much in…well, since you had retired.

As you stand, hands on hips, you scan the natural world before you. You are quick to spot a cosy appearing pair of cabins not too far off. You could make it – that was for sure, but right now, your breathing was more important. Watching it fog in front of your face, you continued scanning the tundra.

The moon provided a great source of light, illumining a family of polar bears snuggled into each other, sleeping the night away. You wished you could be like them, not a problem in the world.

But alas, you had to keep moving so you wouldn’t get frostbite or hypothermia.

Towards the bottom of the hill you lost your footing, causing you to slip and tumble your way to the ground. Sure to be covered in melting snow and dirt, you weakly dusted yourself off, knowing it was a meek and pointless attempt. Standing back up, you felt so much colder and more exposed now, having the bitter wind blow freezing air onto your soaked pants. All the more reason to hurry to the cabins.

Not far out now, you noticed both places were bursting with light – the one on the right more so than the one on the left. The latter seemed bigger, but that could just be a matter of perception. Observing the property around, you realised the two houses were actually joined together with a small bridge, sporting a small pond underneath. The place was beautiful, your perfect idea of design.

Heavily climbing the few stairs, you knuckles rasp on that of the door with the brighter light. It opens almost right away, revealing a man you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Philza?” you gasp, your old friend the last person you expected to see on the other side of the door. The initial shock is enough to forget about the bitter cold snapping at your legs, a momentary distraction.

“I- what are you…mate, you must be freezing! Come on in,” he smiles, warming your soul.

Following his lead, you step through the front door and shake off your boots, but leave your cloak on for the sliver of warmth it’s providing. A faint click sounds from behind you, and you are left to soak in the heat of Phil’s place. A roaring fire sits not too far away, and you look to him to see if you can sit by it. Of course he says yes, chuckling as you sprint to warm yourself up.

“So…er- oh! Would you like some tea? I got all kinds,” he offers, walking into the kitchen.

“If that isn’t too much of a hassle that would be delightful,” you shiver, sending a very grateful grin towards him.

“Oh of course not – I was making myself one anyway. What kind would you like?”

“I’m sure whatever your having will suffice.”

He moves around for a moment, then throws a box your way. “Peppermint any good?”

You sigh softly, “my favourite.”

“Ah, perfect,” he beams, pouring two cups with boiling water. You chuck the box back, laughing slightly as the old man misses and it hits him in the face. The sound makes Phil smile, a chuckle of his own almost escaping.

Your attention is soon back on the flames, entranced as they dance in the fireplace. The crackle puts you at ease, along with the low swirling of snow outside the window. You never got snow where you lived, so this was like ecstasy – if you had it your way, you would have your life here in the tundra.

“What brings you here at this hour?” Phil hums, handing you your mug. He himself sits on the couch facing the fire, your side now to him. You don’t answer, because you don’t know how. He senses your hesitancy, then asks more simply, “anything in particular?” A slight shake of your head tells him enough, that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Mate…you know everyone thinks you’re dead, right?” You hum quietly in acknowledgement, taking a sip of your tea and allowing the warmth to course through your chilled veins.

“But you’re not.”

“That’s what I’m told,” you mumble, exhaustion beginning to set in. The crackle of the fire soothes you into a relaxed state, pressing you back into the sofa chair behind you. You push yourself up and onto the soft cushion next to him, curling into yourself. He pats your knee, reminding you of a father. “I’m sorry about your sons,” you whisper, your voice almost about to leave you.

Sighing softly, he keeps his hand rested on your knee. “Ah, don’t be mate. Not your fault, nothing for you to be sorry for.” Silence envelops the two of you, the wind outside, the flickering flame and the tea doing wonders to calm you both down. Minutes pass like this, you gazing wishfully outside, Phil’s attention on his tea.

“Techno is just across the way if you’d like to say hello – I’m sure he’s still up, the poor guy never sleeps,” Phil chuckles to himself, placing his mug on the table.

“I- no, that- that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to disturb him,” you smile nervously, pulling your knees tighter to your chest.

“Oh, I’m sure it wouldn’t disturb him.”

“Really Phil, it’s okay. I can always change my mind.”

“That is a very good point. Now, I’m gonna go get ready for bed – I’m assuming you are planning on staying the night?”

You nod. “If that’s okay, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“No, of course you can stay! Will the couch be alright?” he beams.

“Yeah- yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great,” you return the grin.

“Alright, just let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you so much Phil.”

“No problem mate. Now, get some sleep. Goodn-”

Phil is promptly cut off by a few sharp knocks on his door. His expression drops, but quickly regains its composure before instructing you to lay on the couch, and to stay down unless told differently. The door squeals open, a gust of cold air making you shiver.

“Techno, what can I do for you?”

“I know I don’t usually-” a huff, then, “look, I’m gonna be gone for a bit. I dunno how long, but I just thought you should know.”

“Alright mate. Am I allowed to know where you are off to?” Phil jokes. No one laughs.

A beat of silence. “To see and old friend.”

Your expression drops. Who else would he be talking about? It has to be me…right?

A pair of footsteps recede, and you know they aren’t Phil’s. The cold stops flowing around you, a quiet click, and Phil is back by your side.

“As I was saying, Goodnight, mate. Sleep well.”

You return the sentiment, and he bids himself adieu.

The second he is gone from your sight, you rush to your shoes, hurriedly pulling them on. Your cloak already fastened around your shoulders, you grab a nearby lantern, light it, and head out after the brute. Phil’s door slamming shut in the wind most likely alerts him of your sudden departure, but you don’t seem to mind nor care.

You have no idea what you are going to say to Technoblade when you catch him, but that was the least of your worries now. First, you actually had to catch him.

Following the large footprints left in what you assume to be the piglin’s wake, you remember just how cold it really is outside. The harsh winter wind makes quick work to prick your exposed skin, only urging you to hasten your pace.

The sudden change from being under the stars to being submerged in the darkness of the forest has you shuddering from the eeriness, only heightening your discomfort. An old torch from your inventory is lit to pave the way, or to at least show you where Techno went.

The second your gaze lifted from the now-lit torch in your hands, a cold blade was push firm against your throat. Breath caught in your throat, your head snaps up to meet that of the person holding the sword, but quickly falls back in sudden relief.

“Jesus Techno you can’t do that to me!!” you screech, heartbeat thundering in your ears. “I coulda’ had a heart attack.”

“Don’t follow me then,” he deadpans. “If I hear someone behind me, I’m gonna scare them into leaving.”

Hands on your hips, you pause. “Solid point, actually.”

The silence that follows is awkward, only broken by an obviously fake cough on your behalf.

“So, uh, you were going to ‘visit an old friend’. Would I be right in assuming it was me?” you ask, face downturned, watching your feet sweep snow out of nervousness.

“No.” You don’t need to see his expression to know just how stony it is; a look you have seen many times. “Was actually off to see Dream.”

“Oh,” you mutter, feeling something akin to defeat.

The awkward silence is back, and in full force this time. You can feel Techno’s hard stare studying your face, and you have to make a conscious effort to stay looking at the snow.

“I’m kiddin’,” he smirks, a playful glint in his eyes that you don’t catch in time.

“Oh.”

“Yeah...‘was funnier in m’ head..” he mumbled, internally cringing.

“Why didn’t you come back?” your mouth uttered before your mind could think properly.

“I couldn’t.”

You waited for him to say more, but he kept his lips sealed shut. You prompt him, “So why now?”

“Things changed.”

“You are unbearably cryptic, Technoblade,” you smile a little at his stubbornness, glad to see he hadn’t changed much at all.

“So I’ve been told,” he chuffs. Awkwardly pointing over his shoulder in the direction of his and Phil’s homes, he silently asks in you would like to walk.

You nod slightly, easing a bit of the tension.

You fall in step with him, the only noise the wet scrunch of melting snow under foot and the quite bristle of the leaves in the witching hour breeze. He leads you back the way you came, careful to dodge all of the visible tree roots.

You feel like you have an elephant on your shoulders, all of the unspoken words heavy and unbearable. Like you were on board a sinking ship with no available lifeboat. You couldn’t take the guilt(?) weighing on your chest, so you were going to speak up. To finally speak your mind.

“You alright there?” Technoblade turns his head back to you, now that the trees had opened up to reveal his warm home once again to you. There’s something in his words that makes your heart squirm behind your sternum – could’ve been the pure sincerity, or the underlying worry, you weren’t too sure.

“Listen Techno, I…” you hesitated. “Can I tell you something?”

The look he gave you was more than enough to tip you over the edge (he gave you the most adoring puppy eyes you had ever seen on a person let alone the Blood God himself (maybe it was the lighting? For your sake let’s hope not.))

“I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can remember. Actually that’s not true, I remember when I fell for you. Originally it was when I first saw you even though I don’t believe in love at first sight and whatever, but when I really fell was when- you know that isn’t relevant right now. Look, I get it if you don’t feel the same or you hate me now and want me off your property and out of your life but you gotta give me an answer, I’m dying over here!!”

A beat of silence. Another.

Your eyes had been everywhere but on his for the past minute, shooting from Phil’s dark window to the disrupted white left in your wake.

His frozen lips on yours surprised you, but was more than welcomed. You melted into his touch as he did yours, the two of you moulded into a perfect fit. One of his hands held your cheek and neck lightly, as if you would break any second. The other was sitting idly on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

The kiss was brief, yes, but it was passionate. It was intimate, loving, caring, you name it.

You pulled away first, in desperate need to intake air that wasn’t from him.

“Was that okay?” he murmured, his voice so inviting you could barely restrain yourself.

“More than.”

You don’t remember much else from that night – the adrenaline easily blurring everything together – aside for how exceptionally warm you had felt in his arms. A warmth you had never felt in your life before, and one you would rather die than give up.

tags; @crazyfandomist @youmom4 @icompletelydontknow

#angst #technoblade x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #technoblade #dsmp #minecraft #ameswrites #angst with a happy ending #fluff #first kiss

[amyelevenn]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

pretty self explanatory — a guide so you have an idea :D

NO smut!! all SFW!!!

all oneshots will be based in minecraft - no irl stuff

some things to say if you want to request:

the idea/plot

who - can be more than one person

if it is apart of the dsmp (as in lore - technos cabin, etc.) or just a random minecraft world// different au

setting? possibly (as in L'manburg, pogtopia or just no where specific)

angst / fluff

romantic or platonic

if i think of more i will add it

4. unless specified differently, reader will be gender neutral I think that is all for now, happy reading :)

#ameswrites #request #x reader #dsmp #gender neutral reader

[amyelevenn]

HanaHaki Disease

PAIRING; c!Sapnap x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - Part 2 but like it's sapnaps pov starting from where they were still together at the ravine and he sees her walking off then after a bit of him thinking to himself he goes to go find her and sees her on the ground passed out and/or dead. Please??

WARNINGS; blood, death, angst

A/N; oooo i likey, here ya go!!

1.0k words - M.LIST pt 1

Sapnap had led you to a beautiful, lush ravine, guiding you wherever you wanted to go. The ceiling was many blocks in the air, some parts even cracking to give way to the setting sun-light. Vines and plants covered so many different surfaces, vibrant flowers sprouting from every possible crevice. The ravine was a sight to behold, one you were sure neither of you would be forgetting any time soon.

You had made it a point to stand behind Sapnap at all times, so he wouldn’t see the bloody flowers coming out of you. As you walked through an already looted mine shaft just off, you find yourself holding yet another flower – this time a nice white rose, now splattered with saliva and blood. Hastily chucking it behind you, you clear your throat to get Sapnap’s attention.

“Hey, what’s that disease called when someone start’s coughing up flowers?” you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck.

“Oh- uh, HanaHaki? As in the one about one-sided love?” he suggests.

“Yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, that one. What- uh, what do you know about it?”

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “Why?”

Ignoring the slow increase of how hard it was getting to breathe, you muster a low, “Just curious.”

He eyes you for a moment, clearly suspicious. “…right. Well, if someone has HanaHaki it means that they have unrequited or one-sided love, resulting in flowers growing in their lungs. Eventually the victim will start coughing up and vomiting the petals and soon whole buds, which means that the plant has grown so big that it makes it virtually impossible for them to breathe.”

You click you tongue, scared by the new information. “Cool, sounds like a joy ride.”

“Don’t worry though,” he snickers, “you’ll never have to worry about it. Someone as pretty as you could get whoever they wanted.”

You feel your cheeks and neck heat up at the simple comment, quickly becoming at a loss of words. You mutter some incoherent nonsense and walk into another point in the cave, praying he wouldn’t follow you – which he did not.

Your footsteps echo off the mineshaft around you, quickly fading into a noise overpowered by the crackling of his torch and the breaking of iron. he swears he picked up the sound of vomiting, but then realises his surrounding – he is probably about to find a spawner, that’s what it was.

Sapnap wasn’t an idiot – he knew how to get people riled up, how to make people blush. He knew all the right ways to push your buttons, to flirt with you. He could read body language – your body language – better than anyone would ever give him credit for. He would watch your mouth open and close repeatedly, desperate to say something but no words forming – or how you would be tense, but when he was around you would slowly relax.

He knew how he – how his presence affected you, and yet with all of the clues and hints he couldn’t bring himself to believe that you liked him. Hell, you were in love with him, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

The chest in front of him clicks shut, emptied of it loot and full of useless blocks he either had to much of or wouldn’t be needing. Retracing his footsteps to where he was last with you, a low groan eliciting from somewhere in front of him. He brushed it off again as another mob, most likely a zombie spawner nearby.

He was quickly distracted from the noise by a rather large vein of diamond ore, getting every last block before turning his attention back to you – wherever that happened to be.

“Ohhhhh y/nnnnnn??” he sung, a smug smile on his face. “We have some zombies to go kill, where are youuuu?”

A minute or so of walking down the mine he had last seen you go down; he was faced with a fork in the road. The left looked dark, dingy and unexplored – the right illuminated a bit further on, along with a trail of…red petals? No, they weren’t red – they seemed to be painted? Why…why would you paint petals red?

“Y/nnnn, you’re scaring mee,” Sapnap sung again, discomfort apparent in his words. “Where are you? Come on man this isn’t funny.”

10 blocks in the right hall, there was a red rose discarded to the side. No, a white rose that was painted red…again… what? None of this made any sense to Sapnap, but luckily for him everything would make sense in a matter of moments.

Unease clawed at his gut and throat as he finally passed your torch, placed haphazardly on the wall. Further down, barely intelligible, lay a lump of…what the hell was that? Sapnap was quick to approach it with caution, his own torch lighting up the scene in front of him.

There you lay, head next to a crimson puddle of blood, spit, bile and his favourite flowers? Red streaks stained your lips, nose, chin, and most of your face. Your hands coated in dried blood cradling your skull, legs pulled and tucked in tight to your chest. Your face held a pained yet relaxed expression, one that Sapnap was sure he would be burned into his mind for a long time coming.

There wasn’t any movement of your belly or nose to indicate signs of breathing, but you were still here – it was a recent death, potentially only minutes ago.

“No…” Sapnap cried, dread washing through his veins. Falling to his knees, he pulled you into his arms. The sight of your head lolling lifelessly made him want to throw up, to cry, to scream that none of this was fair.

By now he had put it together – the coughing, the red (which he realises was blood) petals, the asking about HanaHaki. You had it, but didn’t tell him. I mean, why would you’ve?

Quiet pleas for you to come back to him were murmured through teary eyes, but fell on deaf ears. The slight echo of his sniffles off the walls around him made him feel somewhat comforted, but also distraught that this was real – you were dead, dead in his arms.

HanaHaki was a disease of one sided love… and you loved him… was this his fault? Was this Sapnap’s fault that you had now lost your final life?

Funny how only now in death were you held by the man you loved so dearly.

#sapnap #angst #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x reader #oneshot #sapnap x reader #major character death #dream smp #hanahaki #fanfiction #ameswrites #minecraft

[amyelevenn]

It won’t be Wanda who comes for her. It will be the Scarlet Witch.

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS | 2022

[amyelevenn]

M A S T E R L I S T

welcome to my masterlist! here you will find all of my works, with more still to come :)

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all of my works are SFW and minors may interact!

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D S M P

(ALL IN GAME, NOTHING IRL)

↳ TECHNOBLADE

Glimmer In the Eye of the Curious masterlist lost cause (angst) found effect ^^ pt 2(slight angst to fluff) alternate pt 2 ^^ (angst) remember you (slight fluff to angst) doomsday (angst)

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↳ SBI

Christmas (slight angst) muddy days (fluff)

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↳ GEORGENOTFOUND

war cries (angst) it's April 25th, dear (angst & fluff)

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↳ TOMMYINNIT

agglutinant (angst & fluff) ✇

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↳ DREAMWASTAKEN

christmas eve (fluff) ✇

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↳ AWESAMDUDE

stood up (slight angst to fluff)

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↳ SAPNAP

HanaHaki Disease (heavy angst//unrequited love) ^^ pt 2 (heavy angst//unrequited love)

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↳ ITSALYSSA

bloody front porch (slight angst to fluff)

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#masterlist #x reader #dream smp #imagine #angst #fluff #technoblade #drabble #reader insert #gn reader #ameswrites

[amyelevenn]

HanaHaki Disease

PARING; c!Sapnap x gn!reader

SUMMARY; Sapnap doesn't love you the way you love him.

WARNINGS; vomiting, choking, blood, death

A/N; read so much on hanahaki i wanted to see if i could write it !! also my first sapnap fic, bit iffy but she'll be right

1.2k words - M.LIST pt 2

Mining was always a long, drawn out task that no one really enjoyed – for the first five minutes it can be kind of fun, but any time after that is just a straight decent into madness. But, what helped you power through was the person you got to do it with.

It wasn’t often Dream gave you much of a chance to go off and do things for yourself, so when he told you that he would be gone for a few days and could take the time to better your equipment, you had sprung on that opportunity. Working under his wing was no easy feat, even he knew that. He knew that every now and then you would need time to restock and upgrade, so you could perform better for him.

You weren’t overly ecstatic working for Dream – considering you practically just did his dirty(er?) work – but at least he introduced you to a few new cool people;

First, we had George – Dream’s best friend. He wasn’t always around, but the times that he was where the ones that you laughed the hardest. Despite the minimal memories, you two happened to bond really well.

Then, there was Callahan and Alyssa – those two were more of a package deal, which you weren’t made about. They always made you feel safe and included, leading you to trust them the most – well, second most.

There was also Sam, Tommy, Bad and Wilbur who were nice, but Dream didn’t want you spending too much time with.

Last, but most definitely not least, was Sapnap – or your mining buddy. He was always your favourite. You always noticed yourself blushing anytime he would talk to you, giggling at any joke regardless at how funny it was, or constantly finding a way to be in his company. He insisted you call him Nick, but Dream was strict from the beginning that you can’t get close with anyone but himself.

One night after you had gotten back from a huge day exploring, you overheard the pair talking, and decided to eavesdrop.

“Look man, I’m not trying anything, alright?” Sapnap grunted.

“Then stop flirting with them, they practically drool at the sight of you,” Dream growled, standing up from what you assumed to be his chair.

“Pshh, they do not.”

“They do. You’re a distraction, Nick, and I can’t have that.”

Sapnap scoffed. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

“I’ll get them to kill you,” Dream mused, not one trace of hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The door slammed open, revealing a rather dishevelled Sapnap storming out of the room. Luckily you hid in time, unseen by him. You stayed frozen for a minute or two, so as Dream wouldn’t know you were there.

After that night you hadn’t seen nearly as much of Sapnap as you would’ve liked, so that left you to presume their conversation had been about you. It hurt that Dream would treat you the way he did, but after all, it was part of the agreement that you would do whatever he instructed, no questions asked.

Three weeks had passed since then, bringing you to where you are now – Dream being gone and you underground in a complicated cave system with lover-boy himself, Sapnap. When he had found out you were going mining by yourself he offered to join you and you just couldn’t find it in you to turn him down.

Before you had even left your house to meet him, the first few petals came up. You didn’t think much of it, to riled up to think of anything but the day trip ahead. Discarding them in a nearby barrel, you ran down the prime path to me Sapnap out front of the community house. From there, you let him guide you to where he described as “the best place ever.”

“So, how ya been?” he asks, ushering you through a man made tunnel. “It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“I’m fine, how are you?” you reply, feeling almost blind in the pitch black.

“‘Fine’? That’s all you got? C’mon, you gotta give me more than that!”

You pause for a moment to cough, your throat becoming itchy as hell. You feel something fall into your palm, but are quick to discard it to the floor behind you, grateful for the darkness.

“You alright?” he questions, sounding rather far away.

“Yeah, fine. Probably just some dirt,” you chuckle dryly, well aware of what it really was. “Uh yeah I’m doing pretty good, Dream’s been pretty chill as of late.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” you could hear the smile in his voice, leading you to grow one of your own.

“How are you?”

He sighs, slowing down in front of you. “I’m doing alright, just busy I guess.”

The two of you converse for a while longer, only a few stray petals coming up here and there; it isn’t until a whole gardenia falls into your hands that you realise the real concern.

Sapnap had led you to a beautiful, lush ravine, guiding you wherever you wanted to go. You had made it a point to stand behind him at all times, so he wouldn’t see the bloody flowers coming out of you.

As you walked through an already looted mine shaft, you find yourself holding yet another flower – this time a nice white rose, now splattered with saliva and blood. Hastily chucking it behind you, you clear your throat to get Sapnap’s attention.

“Hey, what’s that disease called when someone start’s coughing up flowers?” you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck.

“Oh- uh, HanaHaki? As in the one about one-sided love?” he suggests.

“Yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, that one. What- uh, what do you know about it?”

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “Why?”

Ignoring the slow increase of how hard it was getting to breathe, you muster a low, “Just curious.”

He eyes you for a moment, clearly suspicious. “…right. Well, if someone has HanaHaki disease it means that they have unrequited or one-sided love, resulting in flowers growing in their lungs. Eventually the victim will start coughing up and vomiting the petals and soon whole buds, which means that the plant will grow so big that they can’t breathe.”

You click you tongue, scared by the new information. “Cool, sounds like a joy ride.”

“Don’t worry though,” he snickers, “you’ll never have to worry about it. Someone as pretty as you could get whoever they wanted.”

You feel your cheeks and neck heat up at the simple comment, quickly becoming at a loss of words. You mutter some incoherent nonsense and walk into another point in the cave, praying he wouldn’t follow you – which he did not.

The second you know he is out of earshot, you double over and hack up anything and everything in your throat, wheezing harshly as you do so. You curl into yourself on the ground, your head next to the fresh pile of scarlet-splotched buds and petals.

This has all happened so quickly, what the hell is going on?

I’m not dying…am I?

No… surely not…

Oh man this hurts…

I…I can’t breathe..

You try to call out for Sapnap, but all the comes out is a quiet groan. You know he can’t hear you, and that you can’t try again.

Well…this is how I die then…

At least it’s at the hands of him.

#hanahaki #sapnap #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst #hurt no comfort #major character death #ameswrites

[amyelevenn]

Christmas eve

PAIRING; c!DreamWasTaken x F!reader

SUMMARY; request - Hi! I'd like to request a Dream x Fem reader. Pron, She/her. Setting Dream SMP during the beginning of LManburg Independence war. Y/n and Dream are spending the Christmas Eve together after the whole feast with the og members and the two of them are walking in the woods. It's already night time, kinda chilly. You can put fluff, some romantic and cheesy shit and a smooch or two for when the clock strikes 00:00. Ty!

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable!! i love this, hope i did it justice <3

1.2k words - M.LIST

Warmth spreads throughout you as you take a seat by the fire, enjoying the company that converses quietly around you. With Dream on one side and Alyssa on the other, you can’t help but relax into the environment around you, laying your head on the closest shoulder. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to it, so you left it as is.

Humming slightly to the festive record playing faintly in the background, you smile, taking in the scene in front of you – well aware this will become one of your dearest memories in the future.

Sighing contently, you want to know what has Alyssa’s interest so piqued.

“Hey ‘lyss, what are ya talkin’ about?” you smile.

“Oh nothing important – just what Callahan is doing for Christmas tomorrow,” she replies, the flame giving her a very pretty glow.

“Ah, nice.”

She hums in agreement, turning her attention back to her mute friend.

You sit for a moment, enjoying the multitudes of tender chatter and can’t help but feel this was the perfect way to top off the perfect Christmas Eve hang out. The annual feast and Secret Santa had gone so well, and you had ended up with a new set bowls, something you had been meaning to get for ages now.

“Hey Sam, you reckon Tommy n’ L’Manberg will surrender?” Dream snickers from your side.

You groan in response before Sam can even form a sentence, causing Dream to look over at you.

“What?” he croaked.

“I thought we promised to not talk about the War, Dream.”

“Well yeah, but—”

“A promise is a promise. Just one night away, that’s all I ask,” you plead, removing yourself from his shoulder.

He huffs, but nods. “Fine. But just because you asked so nicely.”

You coo in satisfaction, content at his choice. Pushing yourself off the couch, you glance outside to see how dark it had really gotten.

“Ah, guys it’s pretty late – I should probably go home,” you sigh, met with many distasteful moans.

“No guys she’s right – we should probably all get going anyway,” Alyssa laughs, leading Callahan to the coat rack. They were the first to leave, soon followed by George, then Sam, meaning all that was left was you, Dream and Sapnap.

You thanked Sapnap once again for having everyone over and hosting this, to which he heartily chuckled and gave you a big bear hug, one that you were more than happy to return.

As you grabbed your own cloak you heard Dream saying his own ‘thank you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’, making it quick work just so he could get back to your side.

“How but I walk you home, sweetheart? Just so I know your safe,” Dream grins, making you blush a deep red. Lucky for you that with the flickering fire as the only source of light, you highly doubted he could see.

“Oh- uh that’s really kind of you but I wouldn’t want be an inconvenience,” you smile, gently leaning your side on the open door.

“Nonsense, I insist.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t it be bothersome for you?”

“No, not if it’s for you,” he simpers, a soft smirk dancing on his lips. There was an honest air to his words that you couldn’t resist for the life of you.

“Alright then, I’m sure that would be very nice.”

As he leads you out the door, you call one final acknowledgement to Sapnap, holding the arm Dream had held out for you. The pair of you walk arm in arm through the gentle snowfall, stepping in place of the footprints made minutes ago.

Soaking up the silence, you watch as Dream’s breath fogs out in front of him, making you giggle to yourself. He looks over at you, but doesn’t question anything. He does that for a while, stealing glances at you, a grin of his own growing.

“Beautiful night tonight, don’tcha think?” you murmur, looking away from him and up to the open sky.

“Mhm,” he hums, not bothering to look away from you. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

“Dream,” you gush, lightly smacking his arm.

“What, I can’t tell a gal how gorgeous she is?” he chortles, finally breaking his gaze to the path in front.

You can’t find in it yourself to reply, knowing damn well that if you do try to speak all that will come out will be incomprehensible garbage. Butterflies gnaw away your insides as heat rises up to your cheeks and necks, making you insanely grateful for the crappy lighting.

“Hey, how about we make some hot coco when we get back to mine?” you ask, happy to finally have an excuse to spend more time with him.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want, then I am so down,” he smiles, something so loving and peaceful you notice yourself staring for a second longer than just a friend would.

God, he’s just so pretty under the stars, you think, softly biting you lip to hide your own beam. With a stroke of quickly fading confidence, you decide to say something about it.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look?”

He falters for a moment, clearly taken aback – you knew his face was one of his biggest insecurities, with all of the scars. “…no…? I’m scared where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere,” you shrug, “just thought you should know how charming you look under the stars. Well, its not just under the stars – also in fire light, under the sun, y’know pretty much everywhere, and – oh would you look at that I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay,” he replies, almost sounding… emotionless? (Little did you know he was just trying to hid how overjoyed he was feeling.)

You walk for a little while longer, you hand and his occasionally lightly brushing up against the other. This goes on for a while, before he wraps his fingers tightly around yours.

“Fuck, your hands are cold,” he mutters. Awkwardly chuckling, you apologise.

“Nah don’t apologise, more reason for me to hold it,” he smirks for what could’ve been the millionth time.

Silence falls again as you walk hand in hand, your home coming into site. You had purposely left the porch light on, illuminating your front door and the land in front of it – including you and your companion.

Opening the front door, the first thing you notice is the clock on your wall, reading 00:00.

“It’s midnight,” you grin, adrenaline coursing through you as you wrap your arms around Dream’s neck. Instinctively, he wraps his around your waist, pulling you so close to him that you could feel his breath on your nose. His face was only mere inches away from yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“Merry Christmas, Dream,” you whisper, using that last sliver of fleeting courage to close the gap.

Like clockwork, his lips meet yours as the community bell rings out, letting everyone else know of the time. The kiss itself almost hungry – its passionate, longing – yet not desperate. You thoroughly enjoy how sweet he tastes, of cherry, pudding and eggnog all in one. The two of you fit so perfectly together – not just your lips, but your bodies too. His hands roam up and down your sides, pulling you impossibly closer, yours running errands through his hair.

He pulls away momentarily, slightly panting. “Merry Christmas to you too, love,” he murmurs, moving back to keep on kissing you, making you smile immensely.

To this day, it’s forever your favourite festive (and non-festive) memory.

#dream x you #dreamwastaken #x reader #reader insert #fluff #christmas #fem reader #dsmp #date #first kiss #idiots in love #happy ending #ameswrites #minecraft

[amyelevenn]

muddy days

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - platonic Technoblade, where he's trying to maybe give gardening lessons to everyone but someone (maybe Tommy/Wilbur/idk) start a mud fight? Just something fluffy and entertaining, I just enjoy reading about Techno trying to gives lessons of any kind 😁 Phil needs to go do some things, leaving Techno in charge of his siblings - one thing leads to another and a mud fight breaks out (ages: Techno & Wilbur - twins - 16, you - 9 (also called Clymene), Tommy - 7 (Also called Theseus))

WARNINGS; none

A/N; ahhhh adorable request !!! had fun writing this as I barely write fluff :))

1.3k words - M.LIST

The past week had been rain, rain, and you guessed it – more rain. Mother nature took no break, deciding it best to have it pour non-stop for 6 straight days. Some hours were heavier than others, yet it never varied past a light shower.

The weather was so bad that if it were human you would have no choice but to assume they were miserable.

Miserable. The perfect way Tommy and his siblings would describe this forecast. You were all sick and tired of being locked up inside, to the point where Wilbur got so antsy that he pulled his two younger siblings out with him to play in the rain. Yeah, it did result in a scolding from his father, but all three knew the short time outside was worth more than their money.

After yet another night of seemingly endless rain, dawn broke when the down pour finally eased. It drizzled for a little while longer, but came to a proper end by the time the sun was comfortably above the horizon.

Phil really wanted to take the chance to get out and do what he needed for supplies so his family could suffice, so that is exactly what he did. He was gone before his three youngest were awake, making a quick conversation with Techno to double check the hybrid remembered all of the household rules.

Techno was ecstatic that he would get to boss around his annoying siblings for the day, finally able to get the stuff he wanted done around the house. He knew that their home would look better than it ever had by the time Phil was back. (Because really, all he wanted was to make his dad proud.)

As the Minecraft kin awoke, Techno immediately informed them on what would be happening today – hastily promising it would be fun when he was met with three separates groans of distaste. You ate breakfast as per usual, then the hybrid sent you all off to do certain chores.

“Waaiitt,” Wilbur objected, “can’t we get dressed first? Surely you won’t deprive us of that.”

Techno shot him a glare, which his twin only shrugged off. “Fine,” he huffed, “but don’t wear anything good, we are going to do some gardening later.”

You and Tommy wailed in disapproval whilst Wilbur shook his head, clearly not happy with Phil’s decision.

the break for lunch came and passed sooner than any of you would’ve liked, and it wasn’t long after everyone had finished that Techno was dragging you all out the back door to start gardening. Once all eight gum boots had been slotted onto their respected feet, you raced Tommy down the stairs and to the shed. You were having a good day so far, so you let Tommy win. The smile on his face was much better than winning would’ve gotten you anyway.

As the mud squelches under foot, a brilliant idea forms in your head, and when you look up at Tommy, based on the glint in his eyes, you can tell he has the exact same idea.

The twins interrupt your ‘telepathic’ conversation with Tommy, scurrying into the shed to grab any necessary tools. The duo came back out, guiding you over to the veggie patch.

“Alright Theseus, Clymene, you two will plant whilst Wilby and I will weed,” Techno directed, ignoring the pointed scowl coming from his twin at the childish nickname.

“What are we planting Tech?” you ask.

“Uh- just some carrots and potatoes, nothing that exciting,” Wilbur interjects.

You and Tommy hum in approval, making quick work of grabbing the necessary seeds and running over to a separate veggie garden to be alone. As you hastily throw down your tools, Tommy looks up with the most wicked grin you had ever seen.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he smirks.

“That depends sir,” you giggle, attempting to hide your ever-growing smile. “Were you thinking about how fun mud can be to play with?”

“Yeah!”

“Good me too!”

The pair of you laugh, oblivious to the twins’ gaze on you. They could tell the two of you were up to no good, but were weirdly willing to let it all play out.

“Ok Toms I’ll move to the other side of the veggie patch so that way you can throw mud at me, but I will ‘accidentally’ duck so it hits Wilby in the face,” you snicker.

“Why do I have to throw?” Tommy whines.

“Why can’t you?”

“Techno likes you better so he won’t get mad if you do it.”

You think for a moment. “Good point. You move to the other side and I’ll throw okay?”

He nods, salutes, then crawls so he is opposite of you, his back turned to his brothers. You wait until Tommy is the only one with his eyes on you, then ready yourself.

“Get down,” you whisper, failing to contain your massive smile.

 “MUD FIGHT!!” you screech, gathering the biggest clump of mud that you could muster and piffing it at Wilbur’s head. Unfortunately your aim isn’t exactly perfectly accurate – so instead of hitting the twin you aimed for, you may have hit the other.

For a hot minute, everything froze. You thought for sure this was how you were going to die – Technoblade killing you for something you misdirected. Wilbur’s pupils were blown wide – as were Tommy’s – at what had happened, both clearly unsure of what Techno’s reaction would be.

“Tech?” you gulp, fear running rampant through your veins. “I- I didn’t mean to hit you I was aiming for Wilby I promise-”

Your sentence got cut short because a big, gooey chunk of mud landed straight in between your eyes.

“Bullseye,” Techno smirks, already prepping himself to make Tommy his next target. Wilbur seemed to have a similar idea, glancing at his twin before launching his attack.

Wilbur’s mud pie hit Tommy in the back of the head, causing him to turn around and then be struck on the nose by Techno’s.

Multitudes of laughter echoed around the garden at the youngest’s double whammy, joy spreading like a contagious disease. You and the gang felt better than you had in over a week.

Yet when you noticed how clean Wilby was looking, you didn’t bother to resist the urge to push him over and into the mud. Running as fast as you could, you grinned as his own smile faltered, quickly realising what he was in for.

You cackled as he scrambled to his feet, screaming oh so loud. “Noooooo Clymene I’m your favourite! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Yes I would!” you cheered, chasing him in circles around the veggie patches.

You could hear Tommy shrieking in glee as he did the same thing to Techno, antagonizing the elders with you.

Adrenaline flourished throughout all four siblings as the chase continued for a while, the two younger beginning to tire out. The twins knew it to be only fair for them to slow down, meeting eyes for only a second as if in mutually agreement to let the youngin’s best them.

Hope sparks in both yours and Tommy’s chests as your pursuit was coming to an end. For you, all you had to do was stick your leg out for Wilbur to trip on, falling and landing face first into the ground – now coated head to toe in mud.

Tommy, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble bringing down the piglin. So, after lending him a hand up, you and Wilby decided to help him out.

With his twin holding his hands behind his back, Techno was stuck, rendered useless. Tommy and you had a field day smushing mud onto his face, smearing it on his neck and arms.

Despite how grimy and gross the twins felt about being saturated in dirt, both knew the pure happiness that shone from Clymene and Theseus was well worth everything that had happened.

And although he claims it was a waste of time, to this day it remains one of Technoblade’s fondest childhood memories.

#sbi x reader #sbi au #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dsmp #x reader #reader insert #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #ameswrites #minecraft

[amyelevenn]

it's April 25th, dear

PARING; c!GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader

SUMMARY; a forgotten anniversary hurts more than you'll ever admit.

WARNINGS; none really - light angst

1.0k words - M.LIST

“Look, Dream has been keeping me really busy – with the preparations for the war and all, I don’t have a choice,” George huffs, flopping onto the seat opposite you.

“I get it, he needs all the help he can gather; I understand – but will we ever get to spend time alone?” you ask, worry and exhaustion apparent in your voice.

A rather loud clap of thunder echoed through the house, shaking the windows and scaring the cats, both running to find shelter in a random room. Their antics make you both smile fondly, and for a moment everything feels as if it was back to normal. It feels as if neither had anything to bicker over, as if you had the chance to be an actual couple.

Ideally, Dream would stop bossing George around, leaving him more time to spend by your side (most likely cuddled up in your arms, sleeping away both of your troubles). But you knew better than that. With the fuss that Tommy had been causing as of late, there was little to no chance of Dream letting your boyfriend slack off.

George sighed. “I mean I’d doubt it. You know how Dream is, he won’t stop until he gets what he wants – he’s stubborn like that.”

You think for a moment, humming quietly in agreement. You decide to keep what you really want to say to yourself, instead focusing your energy on the thunderstorm raging outside. You can feel his tired eyes on your figure, but refuse to connect with them.

He eventually gets up to leave, but stops in the doorway. “I’m going to bed, you want to join?” he asks, a soft tone he only ever saves for you.

“Five minutes, that okay?” you mumble, still not looking away from the tree your eyes are trained on. You see him nod slightly in your peripheral, then quietly walk down the hall to your shared room.

I wonder if he even realises what day today is, you think, a gentle smile laced with heartache breaks onto your lips, the mere idea of your beloved forgetting almost too much to bear. It’s not his fault, Dream is overworking him. he would never forget…

-

The next morning is like every other recently.

You wake up to a cold bed, alone in the room. You must’ve woken up earlier than usual because you could still here George shuffling around outside. Working up what little courage you could muster, you decided to test his memory. Softly dragging your feet across the freezing wood, you stop by his side in the kitchen.

“Hey Georgie,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind – your way of saying ‘hello and good morning.’ “Do you remember what day our anniversary is?”

“Of course, love,” he chuckles, continuing the meal he was making.

“What day is it on?” you ask, unwrapping yourself from him and walking over to the food chest.

“April 24th,” he smiles. So he does remember.

“Right…and what day is it today?” you question, well aware of the date, but you wanted to see his face when he realised.

“It’s April 25th, dear,” he says confidently, only for the grin to quickly fall into a frown. “Oh, my love… I- I’m so sorry for not realising. Let me make it up to you, okay?”

A sad smile climbs your lips. “And how would you do that?”

“I’ll spend the day with you – we can have a brunch under the willows, a picnic whilst watching the clouds fly by. How’s that sound?”

“You promised you’d go netherite mining with Dream all day today, remember?”

“Oh…” he pouts, “I forgot about that… how ‘bout tonight, huh? Romantic dinner out, watching the sunset and stargazing?”

You chuckle a little, happy with the idea that he really is trying. It was an honest mistake; you could see that. “You told Alyssa you would have dinner at hers, then help her unpack and decorate.”

His shoulders slump, clear disappointment with himself evident on his face. “Man, what would I do without you,” he scoffs. Guilt lines his features and he apologises yet again, lifting his arms out to you. You wrap yourself in his, slightly intoxicated by his smell – smoke and wood, your favourite.

“Probably get yourself killed – or worse, in trouble with Dream,” you snicker, nuzzling further into his shoulder. “Lonely is a man without love, right?”

“Well then I’m damn lucky I’ve got you, dear.” You feel him pull back slightly, then him press his lips to the top of your head. Despite the many times he had done it before, it never failed to bring heat to your neck and cheeks.

After many assurances and reassurances that it would be okay for him to go, you watch him close the front door behind him. The first tear escapes before you can prevent it, but you are quick to wipe it away, acting as if it were never there.

You go about your day as usual – visiting certain people, collecting necessary materials and doing a little cleaning up. You were beginning to feel a bit like a house wife, but what could you do about it? you loved George, and he loved you. As sucky as it is, he did make a promise to Dream, who you were sure knew what day it was yesterday.

The masked man had it out for you, you were sure of it – constantly keeping George away from home (why only George, and not any of the others?), breaking or stealing something every time he visited, or even resorting to ‘accidentally’ tripping you over. You wanted to confront him, but knew it would only put a strain on your and George’s relationship, which is something that is definitely not need right now.

You just hoped that Dream would finally cut him some slack, so you could finally spend time with your boyfriend.

George did too. He would be crazy to not want it, but he wanted it especially because he was planning to propose. He was going to do it on your second anniversary, but now he can’t even seem to remember the right date. Gods did he hope you would say yes anyway.

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