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[amyelevenn]

lost cause

PARING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Dream cashes in his favour to Techno - kill you.

WARNINGS: heavy angst, implied one sided love

A/N: one of my fave fics, hope you enjoy :))

1.2k words - M.LIST

Water sprinkled down from the greying atmosphere above, no bright blue skies in sight. There wasn’t an overwhelming amount of people out today, which was quite understandable given the light drizzle and absence of the sun. A gloomy day for a gloomy mission.

Today Dream had finally cashed in his favour to Technoblade. He had set a relatively easy mission for the piglin brute; Dream just needed Techno to take someone out for him.

The biggest issue Technoblade had was that it was you of all people. He – along with everyone else – hadn’t heard from you since you left and retired, and although he would never admit it, he was worried for you. the voices had managed to convince him you were already dead, but when Dream handed him your coords, he knew you may as well be.

Techno considered for a moment whether knocking on the door would be appropriate, considering he was here for your head after all. But before he could decide for himself, the door swung open.

There you stood, appearing rather dishevelled. You must’ve grown out your hair whether you noticed or not, but Techno knew it was longer than he had ever seen it. You had rather uncomplimentary dark circles dragging under your eyes, your usually fair complexion paler and sallow. You had seemingly lost some weight, skin clinging harshly to your muscles and bones.

The hybrid and his chat quickly decided that retirement was not a good look on you.

“Techno,” you say, appearing slightly out of breath, “what are you doing here?”

For a split second, the piglin felt… guilty? “I’m here to kill you.”

Your tired expression didn’t waver. “Ah,” you sigh, “that’s pretty sucky.”

Techno pulls his axe from his inventory, standing tall to appear as intimidating as possible. Chat are beginning to get riled up, excited for the upcoming bloodshed.

“Well, before you…y’know, would you like a cup of tea? Freshly brewed,” you offer.

Techno (and his chat) falter. Tea? They understood what we said, right?

“Eh, why not,” Techno replies.

You send him a soft smile, and scamper off to your kitchen. He lets himself in, closing the front door rather gently behind him. Putting his ‘Orphan Obliterator’ back in his inventory, he takes his damp cloak off and hangs it on the coat rack, then follows the sound of brewing through the house.

Within under a minute you are handing him a mug of steaming liquid, directing him towards the two comfiest chairs that face the wide window that overlooks the lake. You sit in the one beside the couch, leaving Techno to sit opposite to you and next to a crafting table.

Techno is about to ask what type of tea it is, but you stop him. “Mint,” you fondly smile, “I know it helps calm the voices. Plus it’s all I have.” He couldn’t help but notice the underlying gravel and hoarseness in you voice, it becoming rapidly apparent you hadn’t spoken this much in a long while.

“Thank you,” he mutters, taking his first sip.

“How’s your father? I haven’t spoken to him in a while,” you chuckle.

Techno doesn’t wish to talk about his father right now, but given that you are quite literally sitting in a room with your successor, he decides to indulge you. “Phil is doin’ alright,” Techno nods.

“Ah that’s good to hear. And your brothers? How are they?”

Techno snorts. “Dead and exiled.”

“Oh…” you reply, taken slightly aback. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be joining one soon,” you dryly chuckle, a weak attempt at humour. Techno doesn’t laugh.

For a while you both sit and sip in silence, the only noise the calming patter of the steadily increasing rain.

Techno is halfway through his cup when you pipe up again. “Y’know, I have been in love with you for longer than I can remember,” you admit.

The brute stiffens, stunned at the sudden confession. A haunting idea dawned on him, but at the same time you spoke again. “You’re probably thinking that I’m telling this so you will spare my life-” that’s exactly what we think! “-but I promise I’m not. I… you don’t have to say anything. I just thought you should know.”

Technoblade nods in acknowledgement, but keeps his lips shut tight in fear of letting slip something he vowed no one would ever know.

The pair of you fall back into a partly-tense, partly-not silence. The rain is much heavier now, water lashing at the sealed window. You can hear the unforgiving winds whistling through the tree leaves, sure to leave a mess in its wake.

“Looks like a rainstorm,” the piglin mutters, distracted in the same way as you. Right then a loud crack of thunder echoes throughout the clearing and your home, which makes you smile gently.

“Thunderstorm,” you correct. He scoffs quietly at your comment. “Dream send you?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

You sigh quietly. “Dream came over yesterday- or a few days ago, I’ve lost track of time again- and told me to start counting down my days, because the blood god was coming for me.”

Techno hates the fact that the plain exhaustion and underlying hurt makes his heart ache. “If you knew why’d you ask?”

“I wanted you to decide how this was going to go. I also wanted to know if you were going to lie or be outright, like you were.”

He stares at you for a moment, unblinking, trying to decipher your expression. After a while he realises you aren’t lying, just simply wanting whatever he does. He pushes down the shame and regret, blocking out his emotions for the time being.

“How are the voices doing?”

“They’re fine,” Techno mumbles, not giving it any second thought.

“How are they now?”

He thinks for a moment, noticing their momentary dullness from both the tea and the violence of the raging storm. “Quiet.”

You hum softly, wrapping your arms around yourself for a bit of warmth.

Techno places his mug on the coffee table and shuffled to the fireplace, making quick work of lighting a radiating fire. Before you can thank him, he left the room to presumably grab his coat to dry in front of the fire. But when the front door squeaks open and slams shut, a part of you can’t help but feel sad now that the man you loved so deeply had left you yet again.

You don’t have the energy to get up and follow him, so you curl into yourself more. Your eyes begin to droop, but not before a single tears rolls down your cheek. Sleep washes over you before you can stop it, and you know you will be out for a while.

Techno comes back, saturated, an arms full of newly chopped wood at his disposal. He sets it next to the fireplace when he sees you resting in an uncomfortable position, and moves to lift you onto the couch. After he gently lays you down, he finds a thick blanket and covers your body, effectively stopping your fragile body dying from hypothermia.

He leaves a note for you when you wake, which simply reads:

Dream thinks you’re dead. Let’s keep it that way.

I’ll be back.

Take care of yourself.

-T

#technoblade x reader #technoblade #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #angst #ameswrites #minecraft #dsmp #dream smp #one sided attraction

[naiivete]

CLOSED STARTER for @ameswrites​ / based on green light.

     CONSIDERING THAT SHE CAN’T REACH them through their phone, aurora could only assume that she’s been blocked by her ex. and clearly, who can blame them when she’s done the most horrifying thing? things were beginning to get too serious between the two of them and the redhead started to feel a little suffocated. she didn’t really mean to cheat on them, but it happened and she’s been caught redhanded. texting some of their mutual friends, she found out where they would be tonight and rory found herself making her way to that club as well. heading straight to the bar to get some liquid courage, her eyes scanned the room and spotted them in an instant. as their eyes met in the dimly lit club, she quickly approached them before they could even disappear. “ you keep on ignoring my messages. can we please talk? ”

#ameswrites #i hope this is alright ! #✧° ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ┊ ( aurora. )

[sunsct]

@ameswrites​  liked  for  a  one  -  liner  featuring  :  griffin  !  

"  you  can  start  by  giving  me  a  reason  to  trust  you.  "

#♡ › griffin murphy / exchange . #ameswrites

[chrrysblossom]

❪   closed  starter  1 of 1 !  ❫  based  on  this  plot  for  @ameswrites​  .

     she  sighs  as  she  looks  over  at  the  other  ,  wiggling  her  feet  as  she  adjusts  the  blanket  around  them  both  .  jazmyn  rests  her  head  on  their  shoulder  ,  humming  a  little  as  she  just  curls  against  them  .  “  what  have  you  been  up  to  ??  ”  jazmyn  asks  softly  ,  before  tilting  her  head  to  look  at  them  .  “  i  feel  like  i  haven’t  seen  you  in  forever  .  ”

#❪ jazmyn bisson ❫ ◞ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 : interaction . #❪ out of character ❫ ◞ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 : closed starter . #ameswrites #❪ out of character ❫ ◞ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 : queued things .

[maxiwrites]

@ameswrites​ | auggie&&sunny

august never felt more at peace than when her hair was tied up in a tight bun and her clothes were covered in grease. people were difficult, but cars? cars she could understand. cars were easy. she hummed along quietly with the music floating from the speaker she had set up on the table as she worked on the undercarriage of her latest project - a ‘67 beetle. the sound of someone else arriving in the garage caught her attention and she pulled herself out from under the car, swiping her hair back with her arm as she sat up.

#thread; auggie #thread; auggie&&sunny

[amyelevenn]

agglutinant

PAIRING; c!TommyInnit x gn!reader

SUMMARY; request - C!Tommy being clingy :)

WARNINGS; none , maybe swearing

A/N; amazing request !! i love it!! Platonic with a capital P!!!

1.1k words - M.LIST

“Stupid villager, trying to scam me,” you grumble, trudging through the muddy forest. “I can’t believe it. absolutely ripped off I say.”

Your mindless mockery only worsens your mood, which doesn’t improve when rain begins to gently patter on the overhead spruce canopy. A few drops occasionally land on you, agitating you even further.

Groaning when the trees thin out, you realise you are going to have to walk in the pouring rain with only a thin cloak to prevent the weather. As you take your first few steps out into the wintery breeze, you notice a figure in the distance, ploughing across the field in front of you.

The first thing you notice is how much they stand out against the surrounding environment – tall and lanky, pale skin and light clothes don’t tend to mix with the dark palette of the scenery beyond.

It doesn’t take you long to realise who the mystery person really is. You knew from the way he walked alone that it was none other than Tommy fucking Innit.

“Tommy!” you cry, running to catch up to him. You watch as he spins around, desperately searching for the source calling him, only to relax when he sees you coming up to him.

“Big Man! What the hell are you doing out here in a storm?” he asks when you approach his side.

“Could ask you the same!” you chuckle, absentmindedly beginning to direct him towards your place. You can’t help but notice his lack of clothes, and the way he is shaking from the cold. “You must be freezing man, take my cloak,” you offer, already taking it off and clipping it around his shoulders before he could protest. He mumbles a quiet thank you, pulling it tight around himself.

“Where are you headed, Toms?”

“Uh- I was planning on going to Techno’s but I think I’m a bit lost,” he grimaces.

“Technoblade’s?! Are you kidding?!” you cry, almost finding humour in his suggestion. Tommy appears slightly offended. “After you betrayed him? Nah dude, he’ll just kick you out. I can’t have that, so you are coming home with me.”

“Really?” his face lights up, despite the exhaustion and starvation gnawing at his insides.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s not too far from here.”

You don’t take notice when Tommy picks up your hand as you lead him across the field. To him, it’s something that manages to comfort him immensely. Something that proves to him that you are real this is really happening.

The pair of you quickly scurry down the path to your house and out of the pouring rain, happily greeted by a warm fire roaring in the fireplace. A comforting calmness spreads through you relaxing your muscles, washing away all your previous worries. For a moment you soak in the serenity, but your peace is quickly interrupted by Tommy pushing passed you to heat up by the flames.

You smile softly at his antics, deciding it best to make you both a soothing cup of tea.

Well, a normal drink for you, a drink laced with a few health potions for him.

You felt bad for the kid. The poor thing was skin and bone with unusually dead eyes. He needed to get some meat back on him, but you knew better than to give him loads of food all at once.

You come back into the living room to find him digging through your chests, hungry eyes clearly set on a target.

“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “something I can help you with?”

Tommy freezes like a deer in headlights, which can’t help but make you laugh.

“Here,” you chuckle, passing him his tea and sitting on the floor by the fire. He hesitates for a moment, but when you pat the soft rug next to you, he is by your side within seconds. His whole right is pressed against your left, his arm even wrapped snug around yours. You don’t bother to suppress the smile that lines your face.

“So, what brings you to the middle of nowhere,” you snicker, taking a big sip of your tea.

“Er…” he mutters something further, but it was too quiet for you to pick up.

“Speak up, mate.”

For a split second, Tommy can’t help but be reminded of his father. Ouch.

“Uh- well… alright, look, you haven’t been around for a while right?”

“…right. Where is this going?”

“You see,” he huffs. “The last thing you were around for was fuckin’ Schlatt winning the L’manburg election, right?”

You nod.

He begins to ramble on about every event that had happened since your retirement, squeezing your arm when he mentions the festival, pogtopia, his brothers, and squeezes especially hard when November the 16th joined the conversation.

Unlucky for you, the kid fell asleep halfway through his story, leaving you with zero answers. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, with the way he was snuggled up to your side. It made your heart melt to think that he probably hadn’t been this close to someone in years. Hell, his whole life.

The fire was beginning to die out, and your arm had pins and needles shooting up its nerves. It was time for you to move Tommy into your bed so he could get a proper night’s sleep for the first time in what could be months, but you just couldn’t budge him for the life of you. he was just so cute and relaxed when he slept, and you didn’t have it in you to be the one to ruin it.

It was actually Tommy who woke himself up. His own snores jolted him awake, but he soon began to claim he was never asleep at all. His arrogance made you laugh, something he had always managed to do, and my gosh was he ecstatic to know he was the reason he made you happy.

You help him stand and guide him over to your room, setting him on the edge of the bed.

“Toms, eat this then I promise you can go back to sleep,” you grin, handing him a golden apple from your ender chest.

He gives it no second thought as he devours the thing whole, making quick work of it. before you can register what he is doing, he pulls you to the top of the bed and cuddles into your chest.

“Promise me you will stay with me and be here when I wake up,” he whispers, slightly muffled. You could practically hear the exhaustion seeping from his voice.

“Of course, I promise.”

“Promise me you won’t hurt me.” Those few words alone were more than enough to hurt your soul. The soft, heart-aching tone he used? Enough to shatter any caring person’s heart.

“I promise I would never, Toms,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head gently.

“Good,” he sighs, tightening his grip around you.

“Get some sleep, Theseus.”

#tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #x reader #reader insert #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x sibling reader #platonic #gender neutral #angst #drabble #oneshot #ameswrites #minecraft

[amyelevenn]

Christmas

PAIRING; c!SBI x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you stumble upon the minecraft household a few days before Christmas rather hurt.

WARNINGS; graphic description of blood and injury, light angst

A/N; one of my faves i've written <33 hope you enjoy as always

1.9k words - M.LIST

Running was never a fun task. Whether it was in a race or from a deadly pursuer, it was never something you seemed to enjoy. The ache of your legs, the burning of your lungs, the pounding of your heart… 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 nicking the skin. At this point, you were surprised you still had ears.

You had been running for what felt like days, but in reality would’ve only been hours. You didn’t allow yourself to stop, knowing that if you did, well, you be 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, your pretty sure that your hearing got screwed up in one of your ears, which really fucking sucks. You also had a black eye, but that hadn’t swollen up yet, so you paid it no mind.

Many – way too many – mobs were 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 piled up to your shins.

You ducked as another arrow flew over your head, aimed straight for 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.

Almost as if right on que, light flooded your vision. Not just any light, 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 the small fires, but you didn’t stop there. They seemed to be lighting a path, one 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.

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 carved the way, hopping 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. That is, apart from the glowing windows of the house in the distance.

You were more than ecstatic at the face of civilisation. Mustering what little 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 were from what appeared to be the kitchen window. You couldn’t see anyone behind them, but as you steadily approached, you could make out faint voices 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. 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.

But alas, you never would. That is, at least, not on your own.

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 (and your eye beginning to swell shut), 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 an iron sword. It would have to do.

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

With the arrow head still in your leg, 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 to 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 arrow head in your thigh, your mangled ankle, swollen black eye, heaving chest, pounding headache, and what feels like a broken shoulder, 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. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and you let yourself close your eyes.

What you didn’t hear was multiple pairs of feet shuffling to your side, carrying you into the warmth of the fire lit in the cabin you had come so close to making it too.

Calloused hands lay you down on a pillow next to the raging flame whilst another pair scanned you for any major injuries. To their surprise, they were greeted with many more than they had anticipated (and wanted). Six major injuries was what the counted, with heaps more smaller cuts and bruises. How you were still alive was 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. In the end there were two people helping you out, the other two either to stubborn or plainly told to stay away.

After multiple strenuous hours of stitching, cleaning, mending and bandaging, they deemed you fit enough to be left by the comfort of the fire. Despite how shallow your breathing was, they were just happy that your chest was moving up and down at all. Whoever it was that had taken you in prayed that what they did was enough to keep you alive for now.

One stayed on the couch near you, the remaining three scurrying off to their rooms to retreat for the night.

Considering it was around midnight when you had been found, it wasn’t much of a surprise when day broke not long after the stranger sat with you had finally clasped an inkling of sleep. Although it was much to their dismay, they brushed it off to start the households usual daily routine, as if there wasn’t a broken soul curled in on themselves by the fire.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Meal after meal passed, yet you didn’t seem keen on waking any time soon. Your rescuers were worried for your health, despite the steady healing of your many war wounds. You seem to look a bit thinner than you originally had, but that could’ve been the mindless delusion.

Dusk of the third day, you stirred. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the quartet to catch it in their peripheral vision. They had been in the middle of their feed, chatting about their day when your arm curled further around your body, almost as if you were trying to hug – comfort – yourself. They each sent each other a knowing look – that it was time to wake you up. Or at least try.

The same pair of scarred and calloused hands from earlier were the ones to shake your good shoulder gently, attempting to awaken you from your slumber. They rolled you over, so you were lying on your back.

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

Opening your eyes, you groan as your whole body floods with aches and pains. It takes a second to soak in your surroundings, and the four strangers awkwardly sitting by you. You don’t recognise one thing nearby and come rather quickly to the conclusion that this isn’t somewhere you had been before.

Maybe it was a dream, and you were really dead. Honestly, a win for everyone.

“Hey mate, how ya doin’?” the man in front of you pipes up, a kind smile wrinkling his older features. You notice that your hearing is completely gone in one ear and fuzzy in the other, but you can’t think of as to why that is. You don’t respond, unable to find your voice. “Oh-… er, do- do you speak English?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

You make no move to reply, staring at him blankly. Everything stays still and quiet for a moment, when another, taller man moves his hands. He is gazing down at you from where he is standing by a couch, appearing to be… signing to you. He falters for a second, muttering to himself and correcting his movements. He stops, looking at you expectantly.

You had learnt basic sign language when you were younger, but you couldn’t remember where or who from. Lifting your hand instinctively to reply, you wince at the stabbing pain electrifying your shoulder.

“Tommy, grab the med kit,” you hear a new voice instruct, but focus more on the fatigue now bubbling in your stomach.

What a fun way to wake up.

#sbi fanfic #sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #sbi x reader #reader insert #oneshot #drabble #fluff #gender neutral #ameswrites #near death experience

[amyelevenn]

remember you

PARING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: based on the song Remember You by Mars Bars // Italics = your note to Techno

WARNINGS: memory loss (reader), fluff to heavy angst

A/N: had this song on repeat for days for this one

1.6k words - M.LIST

“Oooooh Tech look what I found!” you sing, holding up a gleaming golden crown. Twirling it around your fingers, you laugh at the flash of awe in Technoblade’s eyes, the gold bringing out the hybrid in him.

“Wow,” he breathes, reaching to grab it off you. before he can take it off you, you snatch it away and place it on your head.

“Look!! Now we are matching,” you beam. “Dream would be so jealous he is missing out on such treasure!”

He smirks and struts away, you following hot on his tail, completely oblivious to what you had really just picked up.

**

My Dearest Techno,

Is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?

That must be so confusing for a little girl

I know you're going to need me here with you.

But I'm losing myself, and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too.

**

The crown felt as if it were burning a hole onto your head. You could feel it weighing you down, but no matter what you did, the stupid thing wouldn’t come off. No matter what you tried, it wouldn’t budge; it was as if it had been glued to your head in your sleep.

You just wanted it to stop, even if it was only a moment of relief.

You searched the cabin for your hybrid friend, but he was nowhere in sight. So, you went for your next resort – your other hybrid friend, Phil.

Trudging through the snowstorm – which concerned you because Techno wasn’t home, so was he in the storm? – you knocked on Phil’s door, shivering through your teeth as he greeted you.

His home was much warmer than Techno’s, a raging fire providing heat and light for the whole cabin.

“What’s up?” he asked, shuffling to the kitchen to pour the pair of you a much-needed cup of tea.

“Well…” you sigh. “Uh- I don’t know how to say this without you thinking I’m weird. Or crazy.”

“I won’t judge, I promise.” He hands you your mug, and you mumble a grateful thank you.

“The crown—” you point to your head, “—it hurts, like it’s burning a hole into my skull. It doesn’t come off for the life of it. I’ve tried so many things and nothing works. I just want it gone.”

“That’s not so bad,” Phil smiles. He shuffles into another room, then comes back holding an old book.

“It’s not just that though, Phil. It… it makes me tired, like fully drains me of my energy. It makes me feel like I’m not in control, and like…it is? I don’t know how to describe it other than I am in so much pain, Phil.”

He sighs, flicking through page after page, not saying anything until he has flipped through the entire book. He stays silent for a moment longer, deciding what to say.

“Is that all?”

“Sometimes, I swear that I’m losing my memory. I can’t remember bits and pieces here and there, but it’s not much. I feel like my brain is slowly slipping through my fingers.”

“Does Techno know?”

You hesitate. “No.”

He sighs again. “You should tell him. This is Probably Dream’s work.”

You scrunch up your face. “Who’s Dream?”

**

This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy.

And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?

Please forgive me for whatever I do,

When I don't remember you.

**

“How much do you remember?” Techno mutters, scrubbing the blood off your hands.

You sigh, not replying immediately. Techno gives you time to think, knowing not to rush you.

Everything was a blur – you remember getting up and putting on your cloak, then leaving the house. From there – from the start, really – you weren’t in control. You remember the need, the want, the desire for blood on your hands. You didn’t care who’s or what’s, just that the only thing that could satisfy this newfound hunger would be to see scarlet dripping down your body. Techno said it was only a sheep, but that didn’t settle you in the slightest.

“It’s…” you start, not knowing how to word it without sounding batshit crazy. “It’s like I’m an old school television set… one minute everything is painted and clear. The next moment everything is fuzzy and disoriented.”

Techno falters for a second, and so do the voices. Apart from the gentle swishes of the water in the bathtub, the cabin is quiet.

You relish in the silence, closing your eyes and resting your head on your knees.

“I’m just so tired,” you whimper, your voice is barely above a whisper.

“I know,” Techno huffs. “I know.”

**

Techno, I can feel myself slipping away.

I don’t remember what it made me say,

But I remember that I saw you frown.

I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown.

**

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, tears lining your eyes.

“Don’t be darlin’, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” Techno gently rubbed your back, something he knew did wonders to calm you down.

“I am sorry. I could’ve hurt you,” you say, your voice wavering and lip shaking, holding back the tears as best as possible.

“You could never hurt me,” he soothes. “Literally though. You couldn’t lay a hand on me if you tried.”

The stupid comment makes you chuckle, a wet smile on your face as he pulls you in for a hug.

“This is the only time you will ever hug me, so savour it,” Techno murmurs, eliciting a sweet laugh from you. He squeezes you tight, and you only pull him closer.

The pair of you stay like that for longer than either of you can count, cuddled up in each other’s arms. Little did you know is that he needed this just as much as you did.

When he moves to pull away, he realises you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. He can’t help the genuine smile on his face, glad that no one s around to see how madly he is blushing. To add to the moment, the voices were low whispers at best, drowned out by your steady breathing in his arms.

It was right then that he decided he would give his life for yours. That he would do whatever he could to protect you, because that last life of yours was way more precious than anything else in this world.

**

This magic keeps me alive, but it's making me crazy.

And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?

Please forgive me for whatever I do,

When I don't remember you.

**

Techno could feel his heart shatter into what felt like a million pieces. He knew your decision was the right one to make, but a small, selfish part of him longed to have just had a few more moments with you. A few more moments of you all to himself. He would’ve given anything for one final minute with the old you – the one who still had every piece of their memory.

The voices were all over the place. He could barely make out what they were saying, a whirlwind of emotions driving him to the brink of a breakdown. Some were whispers, murmurs lost in the wind. Others were louder than they had ever been, roaring and screaming instructions at him. The piglin found it weirdly beautiful in the way they contrasted each other – like they were you and him.

The cabin felt dull without you in it. it felt empty, like an important presence was gone. Which, in reality, you were.

Guilt, agony, hurt, heartbreak, sorrow, devastation – you name it – gnawed away at him, gripping and twisting his heart and lungs to the point where he struggled to breathe.

A soft knock on the front door echoed around the quiet room, and Phil didn’t wait for the hybrids response to come in. within sheer seconds, the older knew something was wrong – or at least off. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but he had a gut feeling something bad had happened.

“Their gone,” Techno mumbled, not turning to face Phil. He threw the note onto the table for Phil to read, and got up and walked to his room. The door clicked shut as Phil picked up the frail paper.

He read it once, then again, then thrice over to make sure he didn’t miss anything. (And maybe also because he didn’t want it to be true – you were one of his closest friends, and though it wouldn’t hurt him as much as it would Techno, his heart would still ache now that you wouldn’t be around anymore.)

Phil stayed in the living area for a while, letting the cold draft stir the pot of his thoughts and emotions. He knew Techno would want to be alone, and in all honesty, so did he. For once he didn’t want to talk this out with his friend. He wanted to let everything brew, to lock it into the archives and let the dust collect.

He didn’t want to have to think about losing another person he considered family.

Nor did Techno.

Techno didn’t want to acknowledge the very real possibility that if- when you crossed paths again that you wouldn’t remember him. If (it won’t – he would make sure it won’t) it did happen, he knows he couldn’t recover.

The great Blood God, finally ruined because a measly human can’t remember who he is.

But that wouldn’t happen because you would remember him. That’s why you left. You left to find some help, someone who could get the cursed crown off your head and keep your memory.

As long as he found you again, then that was all that mattered. You had fallen in love with him once before, who is to say you couldn’t do it agan?

**

Please forgive me for whatever I do,

When I don't remember you.

~ your darling

#technoblade x reader #dsmp techno #technoblade #dream smp #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst #memory loss #ameswrites

[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 :))

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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]

doomsday

PARING: c!Technoblade x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Techno's unforgiving war hurts those he loves most.

WARNINGS: heavy angst, death

A/N: not much to say except this is self indulgent angst - oops lol

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The ringing had finally stopped, aiding to smooth your ever-pounding headache. The screams were beginning to quieten, the deafening agony dulling out. It wasn’t just those two that had ended – no, but the bombs that seemed to be quite literally raining down on you had finally seized, along with Technoblade’s brutal Withers.

Shock was starting to take place over your weening adrenaline, exhaustion seeping in a little too. Your whole body was aching from overuse – war clearly didn’t agree with you. You fought to keep your eye lids open, to keep moving forward knowing very well that if you were to stop you would immediately pass out. Not ideal for a battlefield, you’re aware, that’s why you can’t stop. Not now, not ever.

Your first thought was of Tommy. Find him! the voices screamed, the whole reason you were even on your feet. In some ways you were insanely lucky to have them (they had saved your life on multiple occasions today alone) and yet you would find yourself resenting them for not ever giving you a moment of peace.

As you stumbled what felt like blindly through rubble and dust, you heard the first shout for help. It was muffled and far, but you knew that voice from anywhere; it was etched into your skull. Tommy was calling for assistance – yet it wasn’t a plea, no desperation involved.

 At least that meant that no one was dying, the voices suggested, not yet at least. Grunting quietly to yourself, you push them to the back of your mind. You needed to get to Tommy, and that was all that mattered right now.

The further your travelled, the further he seemed to be away. He kept calling, but his voice was slowly becoming fainter and fainter. For a moment you considered that you were going in the wrong direction, but the voices were quick to tell you that you were in fact headed towards the teen.

Ignoring the rising nausea and the throbbing of your legs, you powered on. A final call echoed right in front of you, leading you to look down into the canyon below. You felt almost overjoyed at the sight of Tommy and Tubbo, appearing to be injury free.

They are quick to make it you your side, each taking a turn to tightly embrace you, not helping the bile sitting in the back of your throat. A quick – yet rather extensive – scan over the duo is enough to tell you neither seriously injured, only a few cuts and bruises that a golden apple could solve. Letting out a breath you weren’t aware you had been holding, you squeeze Tommy’s arm, a little reminder for the both of you that this is real.

You can feel a pair or two’s eyes burning holes into your back, but you can’t be bothered to search for who’s they are or where they are. Who needs to anyway when the voices are screaming at you their names?

Techno stands off in the distance, hidden by shadows and…guilt? Not for destroying this miserable excuse of a country, but for seeing you blissfully unaware of the blood dripping down your shirt – an injury he is sure was sustained from him.

Techno was an interesting character to you. he was one of two that knew about your voices, overly compassionate and understanding with you because he had them too. He knew what you had to put up with daily, because he was fighting the same battle. Yet for what it was worth, despite your many sleepless nights together, searching for ways to quieten the voices hand in hand, bonding over the smallest things, he could never find it in himself to tell you how he really felt.

Even after every war he had fought, every battle he had lost, every death he had endured, watching you fall into Tommy’s arms had to be the hardest thing Technoblade had ever experienced. His chat were quick to reassure him that this was your final life, and this really was the end for you.

That had to be the great Blood God’s biggest regret; not telling you how much his heart loved and yearned for you whilst he still had the chance to keep you warm and safe in his arms.

Everything felt blurry. Your conscience was ever-wavering, unforgivingly teetering between life and death. You expressed you need to sit down with the teens in front of you, blatantly oblivious to the stares of horror directed at you.

Tubbo himself felt sick just at the site of scarlet blood blooming on your side, gradually inching across your chest. The smell alone was overwhelming, the air stale with the stench of grief. He hated having to stand by and watch as death took you by the hand away from him. You were family to him – to everyone.

Way back when there was no war, there was a joke going around that if one person were to die, yours would affect everybody the most. It was funny at the time, but having to watch it in real time was trauma Tommy and Tubbo would never recover from.

Your hand gently cradled Tommy’s cheek as he held you in his arms, trying his very best to hold himself together. This couldn’t be the end. Not for you. You were to kind to die at the hands of war. This wasn’t supposed to be how you left. In fact you were never supposed to leave him. How could he live without you?

With all your remaining energy, you reminded Tommy that it was okay to cry. The second you spoke he burst into tears, sobs racking not only his body but yours too. He pulled you impossibly closer to his chest, whispering sweet reassurances to you, which unfortunately fell on deaf ears.

You were gone.

That was that.

It was if the entire server knew you were gone.

Total silence rang across the lands, even the animals going quiet to mourn the loss.

At the end of the day, both sides had lost.

What can I say; war is unfair in its consequences.

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[amyelevenn]

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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#technoblade my beloved #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #dsmp #technoblade x reader #dream smp #technoblade #angst #ameswrites #fanfiction #glimmer in the eye of the curious #chapter two

[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

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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]

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.

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

[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.

#georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #angst to fluff #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #ameswrites

[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.

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[amyelevenn]

stood up

PAIRING; c!Awesamdude x gn!reader

SUMMARY; you get stood up on a date, so Sam steps in.

WARNINGS; none, angst if you squint

A/N; see so many of these so i wanted to write one :)

0.9k words - m.list

Ten minutes. Ten minutes late he was. The clock above the entrance quietly ticked away, making your stomach drop even more with every passing minute.

Dating was never your thing, but you thought it was time to get back out into the world. So here you are, on a second date, waiting as patiently for him to arrive as possible.

Nick had asked you to the fanciest restaurant in the SMP, and he had insisted on it being his shout. Which you’re sure you would’ve enjoyed if he was actually with you.

You both had a mutual friend, which was how you met. Apparently you were both looking for love, so you were set up together.

The first date went rather well- or so you thought. Obviously, he had a different opinion, now being over twenty five minutes late.

You checked my phone: zero messages.

With each ticking minute, it was more and more apparent that you would be dining alone tonight. Even the waiters seemed to know what was going on, insisting you order. You told them repeatedly you were waiting for someone, and every time they gave you a sad smile, as if they could have prevented it.

The minute hand passed six, Nick now being half an hour late. Five more minutes, you thought, not willing to accept the fact that you had been stood up on the second date you had been on in forever.

Sighing to yourself, you watched the clock tick over the nine. He was now forty five minutes late, and you had been officially stood up.

 Huffing slightly through your nose, you began to pack up my things.

Was I really that bad? Did he really not like me? I thought we hit it off-

You were interrupted by a man taking his seat across from you. For a split second you got your hopes up thinking it was Nick, but much to your dismay, it certainly wasn’t.

No, this wasn’t Nick, but whoever he was is a hell of a lot cuter.

“Hi honey, I’m so sorry I’m late, I got caught up in traffic,” the stranger smiled up at you. He grabbed the menu, casually browsing his dining options as if you were an actual couple.

“Uh- I think you’ve got the wrong table,” you said sheepishly.

“Just go along with it,” he whispered, turning to face the approaching waiter, who seemed much happier now that you weren’t alone.

The two began to make conversation, the mysterious man making his order. You had zoned out, too busy studying the guy sitting in front of you.

You could tell he was a man of pride, someone who took care of himself. His suit was pristine, along with perfectly styled hair. The scruff on his face looked recently shaved, but not in a homeless man way. His eyes were a beautiful emerald, shining despite the dim lighting of the room.

you felt his hand slide into yours, both his and the waiters attentions now on you. you snapped out of your little daze and gave him a questioning look.

“What would you like to order, dear?” he asked, a gentle smile tracing his lips.

“Oh, uh, just the chicken for me,” you said, handing the waiter back your menu.

“Any drinks?”

“Just water, thank you.”

“No problem, that will be out for you soon,” the waiter grinned, leaving you alone with the man.

You immediately pulled you hand out of his and onto your lap, staring at him expectantly. “Well? Do I get a name?”

“I’m Sam. Sam Nook.” He stuck his hand out, silently asking you to shake it.

You stared for a second, before taking his hand in yours. “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful person,” Sam smirked, raising your knuckles to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and let it go. You were blushing immensely.

“Well, Sam Nook, why are you here sitting with me?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well, Y/N L/N, I saw you sitting alone for quite some time, and with that heartbroken look on your face, only one could assume you had been stood up.”

“I did not have a heartbroken look on my face!” you laughed, the tension in your shoulders easing at his breezy manner.

“You did too!”

You only giggled in reply, knowing in the back of your mind that he was probably right. “So, why are you sitting with me then?”

“A person as pretty as you shouldn’t have to dress that good and spend the night alone,” he said, a coy grin dancing in his lips.

You were flattered by the many compliments, a red hue dusting itself along your cheeks and neck. “That’s very sweet of you, but I think I would’ve been fine in my own.”

His smirk faded instantly, replaced by a much sadder frown. “Oh I can leave if you want, I just assumed-”

“No, no stay. I mean, you have already ordered, so what the harm?” This time it being your turn to grin.

He chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly. “I’m paying by the way.”

“What? No, I couldn’t let you do that.”

“I insist.”

“I insist harder,” you said, placing your hands back on the table.

“Please just let me pay,” he cocked his head to the side, gazing intently at you. You stayed quiet for a second, pondering your answer.

“Fine, but I’m paying next time.”

“Am I that charming that you are already thinking of a second date?” he chuckled.

Needless to say, the rest of the night you talked and got to know each other. You think it was easy to say it was one of the best nights of your life.

After all, it is how you met your husband.

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