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pikihachu · 1 year

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IN THE RAIN — wilbur x reader

- pairing : highschool!wilbur x gn!reader

- genre : fluff

- summary : in which wilbur lends you his jacket through the rain

- warnings : none! mentions of tubbo’s real name

a/n : first post on this acc! wilbur will be the same age as tommy and tubbo in this!

not my gif!

It seemed like such a good day not too long ago, but all of that was replaced with the gloomy grey skies, and clouds so full they were threatening to spill over. Eventually, they did, and just in time for your arrival back at the school. You had been out with your grade for the annual school field trip. This year, it was to the zoo… again. And you had no problem with it! Being face to face with exotic animals of all sorts was something you preferred over being at a desk for the next 8 hours, anyways.

It was quite sunny earlier; sun beating on you till you were fanning yourself to keep cool, type of sunny. So it was odd how the weather suddenly did a 180 on everybody. The rain was beating down and as you and your peers glanced out the window, complaints rang through the bus. While some were prepared than others, you were part of the many that weren’t. You frowned before turning towards Tommy, who was deep in thought, carefully strategizing his route. “Did you bring an umbrella?” You questioned, causing the boy to face you.

“Hell no. But! Toby’s got me, don’t you buddy?” The blonde smirked, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy who was minding his own business with his headphones in.

The said boy, simply hummed and nodded, unaware of anything his friend just said. You groaned, merely accepting the fact that you were going to get wet. Eventually, the bus came to a complete stop. The teachers were quite prepared, a small umbrella in hand as they began to get up. “Students, because it’s raining we must be careful. We’ll all head to the gym and have free time there. In the meantime try not to slip and fall.” Your English teacher spoke, earning an inharmonious ‘okay’ from the students. The doors opened, and one by one, students and teachers poured out. You let the others leave first, watching them as they booked it through the downpour, getting completely and utterly drenched.

The majority of your classmates didn’t seem to mind the weather, in fact, they seemed to be enjoying it as they were seen dancing under the rain. The other bunch hurriedly sprinted to the gym, which was an unbelievably long walk to try to avoid being showered upon. You belonged to the latter group, trying your best to not get as soaked as the others; you hated getting sick.

Tommy who was previously next to you was already out and about with his “buddy,” hopping around in the puddles to stir up a reaction from the poor boy.

Eventually, you decided it was your time to go. After all, you would get wet regardless.

As you thanked the bus driver and began to climb down the few stairs, you paused in hesitation. However, as you were about to step down from the bus, you felt a small nudge on your bag. You were quite surprised and looked to whoever was trying to get your attention but were suddenly met with a school jacket draped around your head and firm arms gripping both your shoulders.

The smell of men’s cologne filled your nose. Who could this be?

“On the count of three, we run, okay?” A sudden voice murmured into your ear. You had no time to look back and as shocked as you were, you still managed a small nod.

“3…2…1…Run!”

It all happened at once as you and the mysterious figure sprinted towards the sheltered hallway. The boy’s arms never left your shoulders as you bolted towards the gym.

Eventually stopping in front of the entrance, the both of you halted to take a breather. At this point, you were finally able to turn around and see who your savior was.

Lifting the jacket to see in front of you, fluffy brown hair greeted you first as the boy was slightly hunched over to catch his breath. Soon, he peeked up, his warm brown eyes greeting you as he gave you a sheepish smile.

It was Wilbur, the “gentle giant” of the school as many of your peers would put him.

You had never directly interacted with him. Mainly, you knew him as being a mutual friend of Tommy’s, and one of his closest ones at that. And though he’s in a few of your classes, you were never really able to get close with him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, running his hand through his soaked hair simultaneously. You were caught off guard with the action but you nodded quickly with no words escaping your mouth. He was definitely attractive, and had the personality deserving of the popularity he had at your school. The brunette then motioned towards the gym with a small nod, “Let’s head inside before you get sick.” With that, you followed behind him meekly.

Once inside the gym, the sound of the rain was drowned out by the screeching of sneakers against the floor and the bouncing of basketballs flying everywhere. It was dark since the power had somehow gone out, leaving only the gloomy light from outside to illuminate what it could through the large windows overseeing the room. The two of you found a spot on the bleachers and sat down. Wilbur carefully took the now soggy jacket he had put over you and folded it before messily setting it off to the side. Wilbur himself was still quite wet as his hair lost all the volume it had before, and it was safe to say that you were definitely drier than he was.

“You and your jacket seem to be in the same condition.” You spoke to bring down any lingering tension, “Sorry about that.”

Wilbur, who was looking at the courts, twisted his head to your direction and chuckled. “No, it’s no need. My jacket was bound to get wet either way. I might as well put it to good use.” he shrugged. “Yeah but you could’ve used it for yourself.”

“Well from what I saw on the bus, I think you needed it more than me!” You rolled your eyes at his remark and smiled.

“Whatever. Thanks anyway. But I wanna repay you somehow.” You said with genuine eyes. Wilbur tilted his head to the side like a puppy as you suddenly pointed at his jacket. “I can wash this for you! Really!” you exclaimed, though the boy only scoffed and shook his head. “Y/N don’t worry, it’s really not a big deal.”

“If it’s ‘not a big deal’ then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking this home and washing it for you.” You retorted, reaching past his lap and grabbing the jacket. Wilbur looked off to the side, as if he was thinking about it and held his hands up, “You know what, by all means go for it. It’ll give me a reason to see you again anyway.”

You froze, speechless with the soggy jacket still in your grasp, “Wait what-”

“Wilbur! Come play!”

The both of you snapped your heads at Tommy with a basketball, and Wilbur tilted his head up, letting his friend know he’ll be there in a bit.

“I think that’s my cue to play with the boys.” Wilbur said, standing up from his spot. You nodded, looking up at his full length. God was he tall.

You could never admit it but you were a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be staying a little longer.

“You can guarantee that your jacket will be as good as new when I see you!” You beamed. He gave you a warm smile, and naturally patted your head and it was as if butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“Then I’ll see you until then, Y/N.”

And with that, the tall boy jumped down from the bleachers and headed towards his friend group, who was waiting for him in anticipation. He turned around to make eye contact with you and gave you an ecstatic wave, to which you responded with a lighthearted giggle.

Safe to say, Wilbur’s jacket wasn’t a match against the rain as the both of you didn’t show up to school the next day. Though this time, instead of dreading the fact that you were sick, you were quite happy since you spent the day texting your new friend who was in the same situation as you.

#wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur #myct #wilbur soot x reader #imagine #mcyt imagine #kyuwrites!#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur fluff

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lucky-peoqle · 2 years

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I feel like punz would be so sweet if his s/o were feeling overwhelmed in a public setting. like either guiding them both to a quieter corner, or putting himself between s/o and the room and letting them curl their hands in his hoodie and giving reassuring little pecks on the head brb sobbing

im literally in study hall smiling down at my phone at this i cannot make this shit up. keep these sorta things coming cuz they’re so easy to write

like imagine you’re at twitchcon with punz just like hanging out, talking to fans, messing with him and foolish or literally anyone else from the dsmp n you realize how crowded (CUZ IT WAS CROWDED OKAY LIKE HOLY SHIT) it’s getting n your stomach just like drops a bit yknow? you start to shake a bit and at first punz didn’t even realize it cuz he’s talking to fans and just being a happy fella yknow, but yknow who does notice. our fav shark boy foolish for sure, n he sorta just quietly sneaks over to punz once he’s done with the fan he’s talking to. he sorta just nudges him n points to you, who’s sorta just trying your best to talk to a fan, but punz can tell somethings up. he knew you got easily overwhelmed during situations like this, which is why he was so proud of you for making it this long throughout the long weekend. he thanks foolish and makes his way over to you, saying hi to the fan you were talking to. he waits a second for the interaction to be over n then he just sorta pulls you close to him, “hey, you alright?” he says quietly just enough so you can here him. you shake your head gently, “no, not really.” so he takes your shaky hand into his and says a quick like brb to foolish n everyone else, leading you to a lesser crowded part of the lobby they were in. he looks down at you with a grin as you slide your hands through his hoodie pocket, pulling him close to you. he wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “hey, don’t worry. you’re doing great,” he says giving you a kiss on the head. “babe, i know how hard this can be for you, i’m so proud of you.” another kiss to the head. you two stay like this for a few minutes, reassuring words and kisses to the forehead being thrown out here and there, before he makes sure you’re completely calmed down.

#punz x reader #punz #punz fanfic #mcyt x reader #myct #punz blurb #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n

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ador3him · 2 years

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Hiii, can I request some quackity fluff. Nothing in specific, just fluff with some angst if your want ❤️

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by anon

warnings: none i think

word count: 770

a/n: bro I wrote this fic for a different request just to re-read it and find that request was a x streamer!reader. I am crying. anyways i hope this is okay!! no angst j friends to lovers shit!!!

"Okay guys, we are here today in L fucking A and I am surprising Quackity today! I am so nervous, I have never met him irl before ah,” y/n jumps up and down whilst talking to the camera that was positioned toward them on the floor. They were in Quackity’s apartment complex racking up the nerve to knock on his door. They knew the number, the fact that he was home and that he was awake. Y/n grabs the camera and sets it in front of his door, they walk up to it taking a breath before knocking three times. They cross their arms waiting for their best friend to open the door.

Quackity didn’t know who the hell is at his door. It was kind of late for visitors 6:27pm his microwave reads. He was just about to stream so he is a bit irritated as he opens his door. However, once he sees who’s outside his demeanour changes.

“Fuck off, what?” His mouth is agape, and his eyes are wide. Y/n walks toward him engulfing Quackity into them arms. He’s stood still, shock running through him. He finally wraps his arms around them tightly as if they’re going to disappear into thin air. He lays his head on top of theirs breathing in y/ns fruity scent.

"You smell nice," he mumbled into their hair. Y/n laughs a bit then begins to pull back slightly. They take this moment to take in his full appearance, sure they have facetimed and watched each other's streams but this was taking him in live and in the flesh. He was wearing his Adidas beanie with his purple Nike hoodie, y/n always thought it was weird that he'd mismatch brands but that was just their opinion. Quackity's skin looks soft, it is scattered with little freckle-moles. Quackity was taking in y/n as well, they were so much more beautiful in person than on his phone screen.

"We've just been standing out here for like 5 minutes sorry, come in!" Quackity grabs y/ns bag that was outside his door and y/n grabs their camera that has been recording them meeting.

"You recorded that all," he chuckles looking at the camera. They smile nodding, they have a lopsided smile that Quackity is in love with. It reaches higher on the left side of their face, their teeth showing slightly through their almost completely closed mouth.

"You're so pretty," Quackity blurts out. Y/n laughs lightly shaking their head confused.

"Huh?"

"I- Just, you're pretty. I don't know if I have ever told you that,"

"Thank you," their nose has a dust of pink covering it. They bring their hands up to cover it and turns around looking at his apartment they have seen so many times through the internet. "You're not too bad yourself," they say once they got over their euphoric high. Quackity playfully shoved y/n, making them fall onto his couch.

"Hey!" they get up and try to push him onto the couch which didn’t work. Quackity's feet stumbled over one another causing him to trip. His feet flew under him and he fell onto the carpeted ground bringing y/n with him. They landed chest to chest Quackity's holding onto y/n's upper arms. The close proximity heighted both their heartbeats. Quackitys eyes going from y/ns to their lips. They began to push themselves off him whilst apologising. Quackity shook his head and went in, he grabbed the back of y/ns neck and pulled them back down connecting their lips. Y/n didn’t do anything, shock took over them. He took this as a hint that they were uncomfortable and pulled away.

"I am so sorry, I wasn’t thinking," he rushed out gently pushing them off of him and got up. He covered his face embarrassment overcoming him.

"I- I was just shocked. I am so sorry," they sat on their knees, not knowing how to answer.

"Why are you apologising. You didn’t kiss me I kissed you, idiot," he laughed trying to lighten the dying mood.

"C'mere," they waved him over back down onto the ground. Quackity hesitated a bit before moving toward and sitting beside them. Y/n moved forward pressing a quick kiss on his lips- testing for his reaction. A smile danced onto his lips. They were best friends obviously but for some reason kissing him felt right to y/n. They lean back in kissing him once more. He brought his hand to their cheek deepening the kiss. Y/ns body melted into his as they wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck.

They friendship was now effectively ruined.

#mcyt quackity #quackity angst #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcytblr #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt angst #mcyt fic #mcyt x y/n #myct

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maarriiii · 1 year

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Happy (Sad) New Year | Wilbur Soot

A/N: A new year fic written a day after new year. Also, this turns out just a smidge sadder than I expect. P.S. I just finish this like a couple of minutes ago, I’ll check for mistakes later.

Pairing(s): Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader.

Warning(s): None.

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It was finally midnight. On most days, this would just be a sign to the start of another day in our normal life. But, on this last night of December, midnight meant the sign of a new year ahead of us, harboring the unexpected. While everyone cheered for another year of living, blowing up fireworks and having a feast, you stayed inside the comfort of your room, in front of a laptop screen because to you, this midnight was like any other nights before it, where you weren’t with him and he wasn’t with you.

The contrast of the atmosphere inside your room compared to the street was apparent even to a small child. Where your room was quiet and calm, the street was loud and enthusiastic. You were sad, they were happy—though the excitement did rub off on you just a little. You were alone and they were not, even if you have your family around. Make no mistake, you cared about them despite the rocky relationship and all the things you wanted to say. You wouldn’t make the effort of flying home on the second week of December if you didn’t. But, you’d rather celebrate the New Year with Wilbur and your friends back in the UK.

With each passing colorful explosion in the sky, your fingers itched to press the call button. You and Wilbur were hell bent in celebrating the new year together regardless of the distance and the time zone. He texted you earlier that he would be the one to call first, insisted even because he wanted it to be perfect. But, it was already pass midnight and there was still no calls.

“Where is he? It’s not even late there,” you said to yourself, anxiously tapping your nails against the laptop.

You took your phone again, checking to see for any new notifications only to be disappointed when nothing shows up. You sent Wilbur a quick text, asking him where he was before falling on the bed. A sigh left your lips as you stared at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was ridiculous to be upset really. You knew that. It was only a few minutes after midnight. But, you had been looking forward to this. With your parents fighting again and seeing all your friends having fun from their Instagram, you just need him with you.

“Fuck.” You wiped the tears trailing down your cheek. “Why am I crying?”

You tried pulling yourself together, taking deep long breaths and wiping the tears again. You assured yourself Wilbur will call and when he does, you’d be happy and the two of you could finally talk until the sun rise—or if something came up with either of you. You hoped he wouldn’t notice your slightly puffy eyes because if he did, he would worry and you didn’t want that.

Your mood suddenly change when a small noise echoed through the room. A vibration near your thigh made you lift your head, trying to locate the source. It was your phone, you were a hundred percent sure. With a new sense of vigor, you sat up and frantically trying to look for the mobile device. A small smile painted your lips when you saw his name.

hey darling

sorry for taking so long

are you still up?

You replied back, fingers moving in milliseconds.

yes yes I’m up

where were you?

Another ding.

sorry

took longer than expected

Before you get the chance to reply, you already received a call from Wilbur. A wide smile replaced the frown from earlier and even a small laugh escaped your lips, but when you pressed the green button and was met with a black screen, it returned again.

“Wil, why aren’t you turning on your camera?”

“I wanted it to be surprise.” He said, sounding like he’s up to something. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready since before midnight, you jerk.” You smiled.

“Alright then. I’m gonna count it down, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

When the last number left his lips, Wilbur turned on his camera and immediately your eyes went wide. Instead of the usual white stark lighting of his office, it was now a warm golden glow from the fairy lights hung on his wall. On his desk, scattered a few candles, each varies in sizes, that helped with the romantic atmosphere he tried to pull of. In front of him was a bottle of his favorite wine and a lone glass. Honestly, it felt like something out of a movie.

“Surprise!” He smiled. “Do you like it, love?”

Words can barely express how you felt. “Wil, I can’t—you didn’t have to do all of this.”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “I wanted it to be special. It’s new year after all.”

You didn’t know what it was that made you suddenly cried. Maybe it was your assumption earlier that he would forgot, your lack of effort to set the mood like he did or maybe it was the absolute joy of having a partner like Wilbur. Whatever it was, tears escaped your eyes and you had to cover your mouth to not let out a sob.

“Hey, hey, y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Wilbur asked, suddenly worried sick.

You frantically shook your head. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. I just miss you so much.”

“y/n, look at me, please.”

You turned to him, a sudden guilt rose through you at the sight of his worried face.

“I miss you too. So fucking much. But, you’re gonna be here in a couple of days and then, we’re gonna spend time together, okay? Just the two of us.”

You nodded.

“Is that it, sweetheart? Are you sure it’s nothing else?”

You sighed. “It’s my parents too but I don’t want to focus about that. I just want to focus on you.”

“Okay.” Wilbur nodded understandingly. “Just talk to me if you’re ready, alright.”

“I will. I love you so much, Wil.”

“I love you too. Happy new year, love.”

#wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #new year #myct x reader #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot imagine

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hawaiidwt · 2 years

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hiiii could u do dream / sapnap having a crush on a famous streamer hcs? :))

yup! im going to bed in like 20 min so here!!!

dream !

MANZ HAD A CRUSH ON U FOREVER!

He just ADORE watching your streams.

whenever someone like donates an edit of u, boom, hes blushing so hard-

he likes the sound of your voice ( but not in a weird way, more of a calm way )

he likes watching your streams and sometimes using his other account, simp4uu , to donate.

since you faceless, he likes how u can express ur emotions without seeing your face

if you aren't faceless, he likes seeing your bright smile :-DDD

overall, mans just loved your baking stream. he ADORED you and your bff cooking and messing around.

he just adores you to bitssss

#dream myct #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #myct x reader #dsmp #myct imagines #dnf #feral boys #hawaiidwt #sapnap #gnf #gnf imagine #gnf x reader #dream team #dreamnotfound

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aldakat31415 · 2 years

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Soooo uhhhhhh...

the dsmp got me down bad.. technoblade is.. ight I know but hes so.. anyway uhhh.. here.

Technoblade x reader

Warnings: Mythology may be inaccurate I went off memory.. sorry.

The sound of books hitting the counter, dust flying everywhere as you opened the book in front of you. The pages stacked up for what seemed would take centuries to read. You had no idea what had possessed you to come back here, the library.

The bookshelves didn't just shelve novels, but memories. The two of you used to run through the building, knocking over book-karts and bumping into people as the librarian shushed you.

"Blood for the blood god!" the boy shouted, a fake wooden sword in one hand as he stood atop of his book pile. King of the hill.. You looked up at him, a literary throne fit for a king. Laughing while trying to climb the mountain and accidentally knocking him down under you, the two of you laughing your heads off until something smacked into him.

"huh.." he picked the book up, showing it to you. It had a large hardback cover, images of strange people. One had shoes with wings, and he flew over another man who was half horse? You laughed at the absurdness, but Techno stared at it for a second, seemingly intrigued. "Greek mythology.." He mumbled under his breath, staring at the words.

"Isn't that the weird story from history class?" You asked as you both stood up. He opened it up, and the first page was a little terrifying. A giant man, swallowing babies.

"Oh its Kronos." He commented, far more educated on the subject than you had been at the time. "He ate his children so they wouldn't overthrow his rule."

You stared at him, disturbed. Your elementary school brain did not like or really get what this was. " He ate his kids.. Yeah.. that's freaky.." You said, making a face at the picture.

"Well it doesn't end badly." Techno begins, trying to ease your discomfort. "The kids actually win at the end. " He flipped the page, pointing to a bunch of people in bed-sheet dresses. "Zeus mom actually tricked his dad, so he didn't get eaten. Instead he grew up, and formed a plan. He made his dad eat a really gross mixture and throw up all his siblings, and they defeated him afterward. So they got to rule Olympus."

You were silent for a moment. "You know a lot about this.."

"I actually pay attention in class."

You laugh a little, remembering the two of you as kids. You opened the book in the middle, knowing it like the back of your hand as you flipped to your favorite part.

"Theseus.. Theseus.. who is this guy.." A teenage you mumbled to yourself. "Is he like Perseus..? Is he in Percy Jackson.." You looked at the book, not really wanting to read it and just hoping your memories of your favorite children's novel would help.

"It's disappointing to know you only know stuff from that book.." A voice behind you grumbled, the piglin holding his books close to himself as he sat the stack next to you.

"I like books, but I have other hobbies Tech. I can't dedicate my whole life to them you do.." You reply teasingly, finally giving in and opening the book.

"Hey! I play Minecraft!" He argues, reading over your shoulder.

"And kill orphans, such a booked schedule tech.." You comment absentmindedly. "It's a miracle you have enough time for me."

"Hey, you would fail English without me."

"I would not. I'd have B's."

"So thank me for the A's." He teases, tucking a piece of hair behind your hair. You look up at him, snorting at his action. He was always so touchy, at the time you didn't think much of it. He was just Technoblade.

"Thank you so much.. Technoblade ruler of English class.." You rolled your eyes, before scrunching up your nose at one part. "He reminds me of your little brother... wait.. is this where the nickname comes from?"

He stares at you light your dumb.

"Right.. Mythology nut.. of course it does.." You mumble and he laughs, leaning his head on your shoulder. Even at that age he towered over you, just not as badly as he does now.

You pushed him off. "Why do you like this shit so much?" You wondered, a little grossed out at these supposed 'heroes'.

He thinks for a moment, before taking your hand in his own. " It's just.. it's cool.."

You sigh. "Is that the best I get.. that's so little from a nerd like you."

He laughs. "Like you're not one.. You got all those weird things you like too."

"Touche, now.. maybe you could give me a better answer?"

"...no.. But maybe you could actually study.. don't wanna fail that essay do we?" You sighed, some of his mothering tendencies could be annoying.

"Like I could with you around." You mock.

"...flattery. I like that. Does work on me. Okay, I guess it's because.. i like how exciting it is, the danger and the romance. Not everybody is great, but it's.. compelling. Besides, this book reminds me of you." He points to the one you were reading. "It always finds you, you say you can't stand this subject, but I always find you looking into it. It feels.. special."

He stared into your eyes, and suddenly you were hyper aware of his hand on yours as you found yourself feeling warmer. His words touching something inside of you as you looked into his glistening orbs of eyes, something you had never seen in them before.

A sigh and a vague feeling made you close the book. You could recite every word inside out and backwards and the words were dancing along the tip of your tongue. Tears started to fall down your cheek, and you came back into reality cupping your cheek with a realization.

"Thump. "

A book hit the floor.

You turned around to see long pink hair fall across a man's shoulder as he bent down to pick up what he had dropped, his appearance was familiar, but when he looked back up at you your heart popped.

"Y/N.." The word came from a voice both familiar and not. You stood up, the book to your chest. You legs found their way next to him without you telling them to, staring at his face like a book you couldn't put down.

"Tech.. It's been a while. " he had gotten tall, and you noticed how nicely he kept his hair in a braid. A collared white shirt that practically came from a fairy-tale. You couldn't help but admire how much he looked like a prince.

He held a hand close to his chest, the words catching on his throat."Y-yeah.. It's.. I haven't seen you since high school, have I?"

You giggled at his reaction, his emotions clear as day. "..Missed me?"

His breath catches, such a strange but beautiful reaction from such a large man. "Y-yes. Yes I missed you. Oh Y/n, I missed you."

You sigh as he cups your cheek noticing your tears. "Y-"

"I missed you too." You cut him off. "The past three years.. have been so.." You bit your lip, clutching the book closer to you.

He noticed the book, his eyes widening before he laughed out. "You have it!" He held it up, before looking at you. Something in his eyes changed as they widened at his realization.

You nodded. "I'm actually a teacher now.." You looked down blushing. "I needed it for my class.. thought I would use the special one.."

"You're a teacher?" He looks at you curiously before you notice his badge.

"You work here now?"

"Literature major.. I'm hoping to become head librarian.." He looks away blushing.

You hold the badge in your hand, admiring it. "You're gonna be an amazing one."

"thanks.. I thought you hated mythology.." He commented, handing the book back to you.

"I changed my mind.." You replied, as one last memory came back to you.

It was graduation day, and it was pouring rain. You and Techno sat under the bleachers, laugh at you used him plus his jacket as an umbrella. He was drenched, and not a drop had touched you. "This is not fair.." He complained.

"You're the one who wanted to read it to me.. here's the best spot.." You replied, trying not to laugh.

He let out a annoyed sigh, opening the book as you leaned into his chest. "People are gonna think were making out or something.." He replied blushing.

"Let people think what they want.." You were serious, but a warmth crept through you at his words as butterflies filled your stomach.

"Okay.. Theseus?"

"You read that every time.. " You complained. "Any new ones?"

"No.. But we haven't read this one in a while. " He pointed to a page with a goddess with flawless skin and gorgeous features adorned. "Aphrodite."

"Hmm.. Okay.. but you gotta spice it up if I'm not supposed to get bored. "

"I didn't write it.. how could I.." He sighed at your look. "Aphrodite was the goddess of love. One of her birth stories is that she came from the ocean, the foam of sea birthing her. She's married to Hephaestus, but cheats on him with Ares.. who's apparently much hotter. Her son is Eros, who is the god of love-"

"I'm bored.." You admitted after trying to pay attention for a while. "Can't we do anything else.. "

"Aphrodite is interesting.." He whined.

"While her love life may be, i beg to differ.. " You sighed and closed your eyes. "I'm gonna fall asleep.."

He laughed, running his hands through your hair. "You think her love life is interesting? That's.. a start."

You laughed with him. "Well it's better than mine, I've never even dated.. I don't think anyone's attracted to me.."

"What no.. you're plenty hot. You'll find someone in no time." He tried to cheer you up, and ignore the blush that the words caused him to adorn.

"Mmmm.. maybe a person like Hephaestus. Ugly face and good personality. Good spouse, just a little.. boring. I'd marry them in like ten years." You tried to think of the best thing you could think of for yourself.

"So you do listen.. "

"Yeah I know his mom yeeted him off a cliff for being ugly.." You replied. "Like me."

He sighed. "You're anything but ugly. You rival.. you rival Aphrodite. " He did the look once again and you felt yourself pulled in.

"You reall-"

"...Yeah.. Look you're gorgeous.. inside and out.. You make the goddess of love look like some nobody with how much you outshine her. And I.. I love you. I love you so badly.. " He looked away and you could feel his heart beat against his chest, practically trying to escape.

You opened your mouth only to close it, and what started as pull was now a force of magnetism so great you found your lips close to his before you pulled away. "You.. Technoblade.." Your heartbeat was a stampeding armada. He looked down and you cried, tears dripping down your cheeks.

"I know you don't feel the same.."

"I didn't say that."

His eyes slowly met yours, and you felt like the sun and moon had become one and the same. The sky was a storm overhead and the man you loved and who loved you looked at you with such a gaze that you felt like you might pass out. You leaned in, and you found yourself in the present again. Staring up at him and techno staring down at you like both of you had just had gone through the same memory.

"I Uh.. " He looked away blushing, his glasses catching the light and glinting pink. Those were new.

You held his hands. "I know.." his eyes returned to you. "I know.. I know Tech." Pressing one of his palms into your cheek you looked up at him and a wave of emotions passed between the two of you, it had been years, but that same magnet drew the two of you closer. His lips touched yours as he cupped your face with a hand, the other wrapping around your waist.

Right where it belonged.

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