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bitchyboy-writing · 2 years

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words spread ch1

The whispers had been quiet, at first. Told between ladies in waiting and chambermaids, between squires and stable boys.

“… new kingdom, close by us…” “...boar-king and the crow…” “... called it ‘the Empire’...”

Gossip travels quickly through court, but this was different. Everyone in Manberg court knew of the Empire by the fourth day of its forming, yet it wasn’t because of the rumours. It was because monarch-Emperor Schlatt had announced our… situation with the new country.

And your involvement in it.

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Somehow, Tubbo woke up before you. You heard the regular bustle of the house, but added to it was also low muttering right outside your room. It sounded like your younger brother, your lady in waiting and the steward whispering to each other. Something must have come in with the pigeons this morning, otherwise, Tubbo would have just bounded inside like the little menace that he is.

Our father had finally allowed him to learn how to lead a household, and you were sent along with him to learn ‘womanly household things’.

A loud knock snapped you from your reverie, and as you had thought, Minx, your head of ladies, called through the door.

“Good morning, your royal highness. May I, the steward, and his royal highness- your brother- come in?” Her voice was soft, almost light enough to think that she was forcing casual respect into her tone. (Which, as you knew, she was.)

Closed dresser, wooden door, open window. Your eyes tracked around the room, making sure everything was appropriate for two gentlemen to see.

“Of course, Minx. Come in.” You sat up in bed, settling your nightgown around you. You needed to be at least semi-appropriate for whatever emergency you’d have to deal with for the day.

The door creaked open, the steward holding the door open for your brother and your lady. Tubbo walked in calmly, and that was your first sign that something was wrong. Tubbo? Calm? You would eat your hat. Then came Minx, holding an envelope a fair bit harsher than a piece of paper would normally deserve. The steward came last, his portly frame just filling out the edge of your bedside, effectively trapping you within a circle of your own family and servants.

“It’s a letter from Father, (y/n). It's addressed to us.”

Only ten words and yet they froze you, making your pulse beat firework fast.

“A… Letter. From Father.” Your voice was controlled. Pointed.

Your brother shuffled from one foot to the other, and Minx handed you the letter. It was still sealed. The edges were crumpled, having gone through the messaging system DIScord, and then through Minx’s worrying.

You turn to the two servants beside you, raising your hand slightly in the air to dismiss them. The two scurry out, with Minx looking back once to give you a thumbs up. Her kind of thumbs up was in fact a sly middle finger, but you knew her intentions.

She'd had that polite front for maybe… the first two years she had served you? It had dropped once, late at night during the winter, and ever since she's been just the right amount of rude you needed as a princess. She still tried to be respectful around your brother and the other servants, but it was becoming harder and harder to hide her brashness.

When she walked out (and closed) the door, Tubbo finally approached you. He jump-sat on your bed and leaned forwards, towards the unopened letter. He grabbed your hand.

“We can do this. It won’t be that bad. It could even be good! Like… uh … maybe he’s opening Snowchester back up for us?”

That would be nice. Snowchester had some very good childhood memories for the two of you, but somehow this letter felt more dangerous than that.

Peeling the envelope apart was the next step, then opening up the thin paper to the window. Blinking, letting light fold across the scrap, the words became clear for the both of you.

My dear beloved son (and daughter),

I require you in court for the winter solstice. News has reached the capital that needs the two of you here to receive. Be ready. Be presentable.

Your father and monarch-Emperor,

Schlatt Beloved

The winter solstice was three days away, including today. You would need to travel, and fast. The true heart of the kingdom was a day’s ride, but add in the decorum of a carriage and it turns to two and a half. The two of you had to pack, grab your personal servants, and order a carriage all before noon.

A flurry of movement distracted you from your thoughts, as Tubbo leaped off the bed in excitement and promptly fell face-first onto the cold marble. You hadn’t heard a crack, so his nose must have been safe, but the rest of his face was up for grabs by the white stone that surrounds your bed.

Standing up, he rubs his newly bruised cheek. He doesn’t spit out any teeth, which is frankly relieving. Jewelled teeth may be a sign of status, but what kind of just king had a mouth of gold before he was even crowned? He brushes the rest of his curly mess of hair out of the way, and you’re glad to see no other injuries.

“Nice one, idiot” There was a happy lilt to your tone, a giggle bursting at the last second.

“Who are you calling ‘idiot’, bitch?” He always had to add to the bit, make it just a bit extreme. His laugh came a second later, sitting down and elbowing you in the ribs.

“You, bitch” you imitate him, causing the two of you to collapse back onto the plush of your bed.

“Will you fix this already? It hurts…” he dragged out the last syllable, whining his way into getting a healing potion.

Getting up to grab one from your chest, your feet almost stick to the floor with how cold they are. After rummaging through your defensive vials and invisibilities, you pull out a very small vial of regeneration. You hold out a small cloth in your lap and allow three drops to soak through.

You hand it to Tubbo, and he applies it to his cheek. He sighs a fraction of a second later, and you meet eyes.

“Go on, Tubs. Get everything ready. You have more power than me anyway.” You stood, dusting off your gown and held out a hand to bring him back up to stand. He pulls himself up, and all of sudden you are surrounded by limbs and hair and far too fancy clothing. He’s hugging you.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll stick together.”

“Yeah. We will.” Holding him tight, your voice only had a small shake. If Tubbo noticed, he doesn't mention it.

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Riding out in the carriage an hour before schedule should have been a relief, but it felt more like a numbness in your fingers. Straight across from you, your brother and his hand servant, and next to you is Minx. All of us dressed in furs, our bags at our feet. Golden embellishments are everywhere, but the carriage is still cold to the bone.

Aside from horses clopping and the driver’s commands, it is eerily silent in the small false room you’ve found yourself in. Trying to lose yourself in a novel hadn’t worked for the silence, nor had staring out the window at the passing trees and snow.

Your thoughts kept looping through the letter, trying to parse any more information than what was originally revealed. He hadn’t sounded excited about the news, but when had Father shown exuberance in anything? It was short and formal and so utterly concerning.

“My lady,” Minx asked quietly, allowing herself the opportunity of speech. She was always allowed to speak to me, however, ‘normal’ ladies in waiting would be less bold.

“if… If you are nervous about the long trip, you could embroider with me. I am working on an overskirt for my mother.” She continues.

She tries to be polite in front of the two men, and she presented a distraction that was appropriately lady-like. What would you do without her?

“I would love to join you in your endeavour, Minx. What is the pattern?”

“It’s tulips, my lady. Her birth-flower.”

“That sounds lovely. Do you have extra needles and thread?”

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When it was finally too dark for the two of you to finish the embellishments, the carriage pulls up to a small baron's fiefdom. Time for you to perform! The servants went out the doors first, then a footman helped you down from the small height of the carriage floor.

The four of you gather outside the baron’s gated estate. A guard sends a withering glare at you, but you volley it like a ball, smiling glacially at every soldier you can see.

“I am princess (y/n) of Manberg, along with heir-prince Tubbo of Manberg. We need a refuge from the night. Please, wake your lord.” Your smile widened when the men who were grimacing were now trembling. You didn’t lord your power over many, but soldiers who try to frighten common folk? You would use your power to its full extent.

—

The next night was like the first, ordering people to give you refuge and waking at the egg-crack of dawn to continue travel. Somehow, the scenery had become even shabbier, drier with heat and with constant travel.

Minx had finished her overskirt hours earlier, and it laid now packed in her satchel that hangs from her hip. Now, with drab scenery and no busywork, truly the only thing that consumed you was ‘the news’ your Father had fabled. Tubbo, at least, had his driving lessons in the coach box for the half-day, but you were stuck.

News has reached the capital that needs the two of you here to receive.

Be ready.

Be presentable.

All it did was echo.

Be ready.

Be presentable.

And echo.

Be presentable.

What did he mean?

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When you had arrived in court, it was just past the sun’s setting. The solstice was the next day, and you had arrived just in time, along with the other major lords of Manberg. A distinctly Kiniko carriage was also pulled up along the palace, as well as an SMP caravan. Monarch-Emperor Schlatt must have called on everyone, even the diplomats.

The footman and the driver corral the horses and the carriage into a small, private grassy area not too far from the entrance.

Tubbo took your hand up again, putting it into the crook of his arm. The two of you had to be as proper as two royal siblings aught, and that included proper walking techniques. The two of you walked to the gate, and only had to show your faces for passage deeper into the estate.

Passing guard after guard, count after earl, you both kept climbing. Your first stop needed to be a presentation of each other in front of your Father, otherwise, it could be seen as an insult to him. The last thing we wanted to do was to insult him.

When finally breaching the throne room, you took a glance at each other. You flattened down the top of his fluffy curls and he twirled a ribbon back into your hair. After turning to face the doors, Tubbo pushed them open.

When facing your Father, there were specific rules to keep in mind. No eye contact, no mumbling, and the unspoken rule, pay most attention to Tubbo. Walking into the throne room though gave you the shivers, as you felt your Father’s (and the duke’s) eyes on you.

“I am duty-bound to announce Tubbo Beloved, heir-prince to the Manberg throne.” You kept your eyes firmly glued to the floor as you bow. You would not give the two of them a single thing to complain about.

“I am honour-bond to announce (y/n) Beloved, princess to the Manberg throne.” Tubbo matches your bow, though technically he is meant to be above me. The idiot, putting himself in danger for me and my desire to be equal.

“Hello, my son. My daughter. I am glad to have you home again.”

Tubbo stepped forwards. He would handle the rest of the conversation until it reached the point of marriage proposals. Is that why the duke was here?

“Father. We are glad to be home. Why have you called us so quickly to your side?”

“There is grave news, my son. I need the two of you to help me with current negotiations.”

Negotiations? Sure, that sounded like something Tubbo would be a part of, but what about you? You hadn’t even been allowed in the war room.

“I am pleased to help you, Father. What will (y/n) be doing?”

Looks like Tubs has picked up on it too. Something strange is happening, and it’s our job to figure out what before we accidentally step in it.

“She will have her marital use in the negotiation. Do not worry, the both of you. It will all be explained after the sun’s first rays tomorrow morning.” That’s why the Duke is here. You suppose it had to happen eventually. You tried to hide your fear behind a pleasant smile.

“I will need the two of you by my sides in the morning, do you understand?”

“Of course, Father. We will be here.” You nod in the back, eyes fixed on your Father’s shined black boots.

“You are dismissed.” He waved his hand. He turned back to his conversation with the Duke.

You both bow low again to your Father, then walk out as calmly as possible. The two of you must have run back to your childhood rooms, but neither of you remembered it. You sat, clinging to him for a while.

Was that it? Was he finally going to marry you off to Duke Quackity, the man that had thought you promised to him since the moment he saw you? He must have finally given your Father a good enough deal for you. Was that why he wanted you presentable?

Anger clouded your judgement and you jumped off the queen bed, before pouncing back into it and punching the pillows. The most aggressive thing a woman could do while with company, you supposed. You ripped at the blanket, not doing much more damage than a frustrated kitten. The blankets were fur, well treated, and not easily ripped apart.

Tubbo dove out of the way of your first attack, but then held up a pillow for you to smack with unrepentant fury.

“Pretend the pillow is the Duke’s face. I’m sure you’ll get more use out of it that way.”

That caused you to swipe at it, taking the pillow from him and hitting him over the head with it. He shrieked, as teenaged boys are wont to do, and grabbed a second pillow to defend himself. He used it as a body shield, keeping you away from his face and vital organs.

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Marry. Him!” With each exclamation, you hit Tubbo with the pillow, rage following from your vein to the feathers. With the last hit, you lost steam and collapsed against your brother. Face red-hot and pulse point freezing, you cry against him. Just a few slip past your eyes and down onto his shoulder, and even fewer soak through.

“When I’m monarch-Emperor, I’ll send for you. You won’t have to stay with him.” He stops there, but only to take in a breath. He seems stunned, a bit, by the words coming out of his mouth but he continues.

“You just need to survive the first few years, then I can bring you home again, I promise.”

You still. He hasn’t made a promise in years. Not since… not since Tommy.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Then you fell asleep.

#technoblade #technoblade/reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade x y/n #tubbo myct #minx mcyt #jschlatt mcyt #alternate universe - medieval

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aressss1 · 2 years

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I've been thinking on how I've wanted to approach this... I know I haven't been active but I still want to address this. Technoblade has been a source of inspiration for a long time. He got me to write again which is huge for me.

I miss him, I've been crying alot since it was announced. He is definitely an extraordinary person. Seeing everyone come together like this for one person is amazing.

It pains me to say this but I'm going to be abandoning this blog as well as the A03, all of the stories will be here for you to revisit, but I will not continue to write for him, or really the dsmp because im not in the fandom anymore. Which is sad because I had so many ideas for through fire and ice and other series that I wanted to share with you guys...

It'll get better, slowly but surely. Stay strong. Writing for you has been a pleasure. Have a good one guys. 🦝

#random thoughts #through fire and ice #technoblade/reader

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120-slut · 4 months

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dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^

dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

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beeindaclouds · 1 year

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DSMP reaction to being kissed when they ramble

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

A.N: Did I get this idea from watching Heartstopper again? Yes.

Dream: He just rambles more. Like full on panicking, stuttering and blushing. Man isn't used to someone being overly confident and/or flirty to him cause he's usually the one doing that;

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Georgenotfound: I take everything I said about George back. He'll be flustered at first, but hide it after with his cocky little attitude. The blush is noticeable tho 👀;

💛💙

Sapnap: Quickly hide his face, you don't need to see him in this state. Even if you try to, man will have his face burried into your neck until his flaming cheeks cool down;

💙💛

Badboyhalo: Bad gets all smiley and happy, and will proceed to pepper your lips w/ happy kisses!;

💛💙

Quackity: I feel like he cherishes these moments w/ you more then anything in the world. So he'll just hold onto your face and stare into your eyes just for a bit...letting time fly by as he gazes in the eyes of his lover

💙💛

Karl Jacobs: Giggles. Just the happiest, cutest ones and will then begin to kiss your entire face for hours w/ no end

💛💙

Wilbur Soot: For some reason I see him being a gentleman in moments like these, so he'll take your hand just so he can leave a soft kiss onto it;

💙💛

C!Technoblade: Techno will pull you into a tight hug right after, as a way to keep you close but also to hide his face. You two will stay like that for a while as the voices make fun of his "soft" side;

💛💙

Nihachu: your kiss last more then you expected and then you'll both pull apart but keeping your forehead on one another. As a way of calming down your beating hearts and taking in the beautiful moment;

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Eret: They give you a small smile and connect their lips to the top of your head, lingering them longer then they should just to make you feel how much they truely love you and all you do for them;

💛💙

Punz: Man doesn't let you pull away, no sir, he'll pull you right back into the kiss and will pull away only when you are both out of breath. Literal breathtaking kiss 🤭;

💙💛

FoolishGamers: In moments like these he is usually caught of guard, but instead he just holds onto your face so that your kiss could last a little longer. He's a needy boy when it comes to kissing you;

💛💙

Awesamdude: Sam holds onto your face as you two pull away, his lips quickly going for your cheeks and covering both of them in kisses. Mumbles of how much he loves you being thrown in between them.

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average-vibe · 7 months

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SBI reacting to u sleeping on them :)

summary: it’s in the title lol

pairings: techno x reader (platonic or romantic) philza x reader (platonic) wilbur x reader(meant to be romantic but platonic too), and tommy x reader (romantic or platonic)

warnings: swearing

a/n: sup.

masterlist

PHILZA MINECRAFT

You and phil were chilling on the couch, your head gently rested on his shoulders, watching TV.

“see, i don’t know why he didn’t-“ phil said, before the sound of your snoring filled his ears. “er, mate?” he said, lightly tapping your head, to no response. phil turned the TV down, and tried to make you more comfy without awaking you. when one of his noisy sons would come in, he would tell them to, and i quote, “shut the fuck up, are you fucking blind?” in a whisper yell. when you woke up, he chuckled, and asked, “are you done?”, and proceeded to cackle at your horrified face

extra things:

WOULD NOT GET UP. EVER. HUNGRY? GOTTA WAIT, YNS ASLEEP.

knows how to handle it bc he has 3 sons and 3 more adopted kids, including you.

would tell wilbur to “stop playing your fucking guitar, someone’s trying to get their beauty sleep.”

TECHNOBLADE (fly high)

you laid on top of techno, arms draped around his sides, like this

you were really tired that day, and really wanted some rest. everyone else was out at wilbur’s gig, and techno was your best option.

“eH?” was all techno said when you asked if you could cuddle with him. “why would i do that?” was the next thing

eventually, you bribed him by letting him read you greek mythology, and after some begging, he finally gave in and, will rolled eyes, let you climb onto him.

you listened to him ramble on about how cool some of the gods were, his voice putting your brain to rest. as he rambled, he noticed your breathing getting quieter, and you stopped moving.

“hey? yn?” he whispered, before finally realizing you were sound asleep.

both mortified and in appreciation of you, he quietly sat there, letting you rest. every once in a while he’s tap on you, to see if you had woken up yet, but your still body didn’t budge.

when the boys got home, their ruckus woke you up. and techno was fully prepared to fight them.

EXTRA STUFF

if you started showing that you were cold, he would put his cloak on you without second thought.

when you’ve okie up, he just smirked and said, “welcome.”

WILBUR

you came into his room after school, tired and worn out of the day.

“hey.” wil said, strumming his guitar, smiling.

“hey. can i sleep in here? i wanna be in a quiet room” you said.

“yeah, cmon.” he said, setting his guitar down on the ground and laying down, patting himself like a chair.

“on you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“of course.” wil said, smiling. you laid down on him, quickly feeling comfortable and at home.

eventually, you both fell asleep, just like this:

EXTRA STUFF:

every once in a while, he would wipe some hair out of your face and hold your cheek.

forehead kisses. obviously.

TOMMYINNIT

when you first walked into his room asking to sleep, he looked horrified

“i beg your fucking pardon?” he asked, as you giggled your head off.

“alright fine.” he eventually muttered, opening his lanky arms to let you come into his arms

you climbed into his arms, and you couldn’t ignore the look of adoration he gave you.

you fell asleep in his arms, like this:

EXTRA STUFF

when wilbur found you two, tommy immediately whisper screamed at him to fuck off

he stared at you for the entire time, just admiring you :)

#wilbur soot fluff #tommyinnit x reader #sbi x reader #fluff #philza x reader #philza #technoblade #technoblade x reader #sbi #fanfic #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp

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a-capricorn-ohfuckthat · 1 year

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philza: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

tommy: Several traffic violations.

techno: Three counts of resisting arrest.

wilbur: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

y/n: Also, that’s not our car.

#mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt incorrect quotes #dsmp incorrect quotes #dream smp incorrect quotes #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt incorrect quotes x reader #dsmp incorrect quotes x reader #dream smp incorrect quotes x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #techno x reader

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ao3topshipsbracket · 7 months

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 1 Side 2

Technoblade & Tommyinnit are here as a platonic/familial relationship.

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

#polls #marvel #dream smp #bedrock bros #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #technoblade #tommyinnit

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squishycheekanon · 2 months

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I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no.

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

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faye-writes-stuff · 1 year

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welp here we go again

INCORRECT QUOTES TIMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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Y/n: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday Dream: Wednesay Y/n: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

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Y/n: Dream, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Dream: Well of course I have. Dream: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Dream: It's boring.

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Y/n: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Ranboo: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Y/n: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

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Y/n: Ranboo... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Ranboo: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Y/n: Y/n: I wrote sanitize, Ranboo

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Y/n: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Sapnap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Y/n: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Sapnap: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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George: Welcome, fellow idiots Y/n: Hello, George George: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Y/n: You underestimate me

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George: *Gets down on one knee* Y/n: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. George: *Falls over* Y/n: The poison is kicking in.

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Tommy: Change is inedible. Y/n: Don't you mean inevitable? Tommy, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Tommy: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Y/n's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

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Tubbo: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Y/n: Oh, I’m always running Y/n: The question is from what

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Tubbo: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are. Y/n: It’s not a joke. Y/n: *sniffles* Y/n: I’m a legit snack.

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Foolish: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Y/n: What did you do op? Foolish: A MISTAKE

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Y/n: Foolish... Foolish: Oh no, 'Foolish' in b-flat. Foolish: You're disappointed.

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Technoblade: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/n: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Technoblade, desperately, as Y/n bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n: Oh! B positive. Technoblade: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/n:

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Technoblade, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Y/n: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Technoblade, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/n: Outstanding. Technoblade: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Technoblade: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Technoblade: Absolutely not.

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i accidentally hit post on this too early so if you saw this b4 it was finished- no you didn't

ANYWAYS enjoy, because the last one got over 300 likes so

ic master list :)

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #platonic technoblade x reader #ranboo x reader #platonic ranboo x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #platonic tommy x reader #platonic!sapnap x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #platonic bench trio x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dsmp incorrect quotes #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #Faye writes #Faye's incorrect quotes

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disturbed-and-depressed · 1 year

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Technoblade: Do you wanna know how I really hurt my wrist?

Tommy: Yes

Technoblade: I was hoola hooping. Philza, Y/n and I attended a class for fitness and fun.

Tommy: Oh my god

Technoblade: I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Tommy: Why are you telling me this?

Technoblade: Because no one will ever believe you

Tommy: You sick son of a bitch

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #sbi x reader

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hatchetislostpog · 2 years

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Techno: *Loses Y/n in crowd* Hey Will, I can't find Y/n anywhere

Wilbur: Alrighty then *Cups mouth* Y/N SUCKS

...nothing happens

Wilbur: Ok... Then, TECHNO SUCKS

Y/n: *Pushes way through crowd* THE FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT TECHNO

Wilbur: Found them

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #dream smp imagine #technoblade #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp imagine #dsmp #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot #wilbursoot

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bitchyboy-writing · 2 years

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words spread ch2

@solivagantlife

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An hour before the sun's rays lit up the sky, the two of you were preparing for the court morning. You, of course, had Minx to help you into the intricate dress that had been sent for you, and Tubbo was standing on the other side of the divider.

He himself was being forced into a doublet, his hand servant pulling the strings of the rather… peculiar-looking red gabardine to the side.

Minx finally stopped pulling at your waist, letting you breathe faintly through the rich velveteen fabric you’d been rushed into. It was a gorgeous red, darker than blood. It was soaked and set pretty on two sides of a white underskirt, laced with dyed red ribbon all across your chest.

It was pretty safe to say you were being heralded as a prize, seeing as the only place you’ve been dressed in such finery is the courtroom.

The unfortunate part came when you thought about who was going to ‘win’ this political prize. Either some far-off prince, which you’d been prepared for since you were little (really, are there any other uses for princesses in this age?) or some sort of diplomatic union in your own country. It just happened to be the latter.

There was nothing much wrong with Duke Quackity, other than his age and his stature, his tendency to flirt with the younger maids, his ex-husband…

So perhaps there are some disadvantages in marrying the Duke, but your spiral last night was on weak ground. He would keep you healthy and wealthy, and provide the means for children. Truly, that’s the most a lady could ask for.

“... (y/n). Lady (y/n)? Are you alright?”

Through the daze of your thoughts, you had somehow tuned out Minx, who was now very desperately trying to get your attention.

"Lady (y/n)? We have less than half an hour to go before court begins this morning. We should go."

Somehow, you had been in the thinking haze for more than half of an hour.

"Yes," You clip a bit, surprised at your volume.

"Yes, you're right. We need to leave. Are you ready to escort me, Tubbo?”

You hear a groan from the other side of the partition.

“Just as soon as this…” You can hear the disgust in his tone. “...Doublet is on.”

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Walking towards the courtroom shouldn’t have felt like a walk to the gallows, but here you were. Arm clasped in your brother's folded elbow, you both march steadily forward as soldiers off to war. Passing servants and similar peoples, you stroll by. Nearly not noticing the courtroom door now open before you.

There is a group of lords surrounding the door. First that you see is Earl Samuel, followed by Count Fundy and Diplomat Karl, the envoy sent by the Kiniko Kingdom. Others were around, but they blurred into the background.

They were waiting for you. Well, not you , but they were waiting for the royal siblings to step through before they could.

You nod at them, none too deeply as to shame your title, and continue. The door is being held open by two arms-men, and you give them a small smile. You know from experience that those doors are heavy.

The two of you enter and present yourselves again to the only two men in the room. It was an insult to have a duke enter the courtroom before us, but Father was well known for favouritism in court.

No words are spoken as you both find your spots at the right of the monarch. You settle and let your mind rest, knowing you would not need your brain for a while yet. The duke leans over from his seat and whispers to the king, sitting in his immediate left. Your old spot.

Soon enough, your Father clangs the small bell that's attached to his seat, and in come the lords. Baron after baron, count after count. They all take their seats, finding small calling cards in their assigned spots.

The small whispers that had been inaudible from outside the door now became unbearable, and the King had to ring the bell a second time, just for silence. Everyone sat to attention, some finding that their position in court had earned them a plusher chair than others.

Finally, your Father stands and clears his throat.

“Good people of this court, good morning. I know you must be confused why I have gathered you all here today in such a short amount of time. In truth, I have grave news.”

He takes a pause, takes a breath. You know he enjoys putting the court through the hoops for information, the fact he was being so candid is concerning. There must be a truly awful situation.

“It has been brought to my attention,” He gestures to the duke next to him. “That a new warlord has besieged the north.”

That startles you. A warlord? Your armies were known for their strength, but if the court was called that means they need to plan a proper strategy. Are your armies not enough?

“A dangerous criminal,” the Duke continues for him, “a hybrid.” He scoffs the last word, making it clear his obvious in-affections for the creatures.

The entire court gasps. Now, there are hybrids in Manburg country, but none in positions of power. Most are beggars or street-market thieves. For one to be so strong, so powerful as to guide an army through the North? It was a true scandal.

Monarch-Emperor Schlatt gazes at you for a second, with a strange expression. It’s almost a grimace, but with wit in behind the eyes. You only catch this look out of the corner of your eye, when you realize he was staring for a tad too long.

You begin to wonder again at your place in this meeting. There are no other women save for diplomats or bodyguards, and you clearly weren't being asked for strategy. Father had said ‘marital use’...

“...Is strong! He has army upon army. I do not want war for our kingdom.” You tune back into the meeting, with the feeling of having missed something important.

“And so, I have come to this court with a plan. My daughter, if you could stand?” It was something to do with you! You rise gracefully, gazing out into the crowd and nod to the court. You sit again, now having been acknowledged.

“My daughter is a fine woman, able to run house and home. She is a princess, pureblood from the elders long ago.” He was spending quite a while on you. This part must be important. It still hadn’t clicked for you yet, but it would. You knew it would.

“She will make a fine wife, and the court knows the use of a princess is to be married. I say we make an alliance, send in my daughter as a peacekeeper.” Oh. So that’s where that was going.

The court is silent, considering the idea. There are whispers about the damage the Warlord has committed to the borders of Manburg, about all of the death that follows their army like a crow.

Finally, the Count of Dry Waters speaks above the crowd.

“Even if we do send her, how are we sure she will not die at the hands of that brute?”

The monarch-Emperor considers this and glances at you again.

“There is no guarantee. But we must make an alliance, and how else shall we gain inside information without someone on the inside?” He thinks again, putting his hand through his beard.

“I have invited the… Hybrid to this meeting, to discuss this plan with him. He has yet to arrive. We must be hospitable when he does.”

He stands again. “We must, as a court, be sure to be careful around him and his group. When they arrive, I will tell him of my plans and hope he will be agreeable.”

Then, a BANG! Of the doors, and a tall man enters. He is wearing light blue, and his hood covers his face. There are two men behind him, one shorter and one taller.

The first tall man stands before the court, then unfurls his heavy hood and stares up at our sitting box. He stands strong, with a thick build and pink hair. He is covered in scars and is the first of the three to speak.

“I heard you talking of me.”

His voice is low, and monotone, and scary.

“Our guest has arrived!” Schlatt announces, obviously expecting to rejoice, but only stifled coughs and whispers surround us. A brave young baron begins the clap, and eventually, the rest of the headless chickens follow suit, covering the hall with applause.

The Warlord holds up his hand to silence the crowd. Less than a second passes before everyone is quiet, in fear of the consequence of disobeying this new powerful figure.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but pauses. He mulls his words over in his mouth, letting them roll around his tongue before letting them fall out of his mouth.

“Now, before any of you choose to die to my blade, let us talk business.”

#technoblade x you #technoblade/reader #technoblade x reader #tubbo myct #jschlatt mcyt #quackity mcyt #forced marriage #arranged marriage #medieval au

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fandomlit · 1 year

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and scene (sbi x reader)

summary you make the mistake of telling your friends that your sociology class is boring. they change that for a day.

warnings swearing, implications of suggestive themes, fighting (but playfully)

a/n aka i’ve been watching too much gilmore girls lately

gif cred belongs to @m-iyaeto

in a lecture hall with two hundred students, it was easy to get bored. it was rare that the professor’s eye was tuned directly into one particular student, and even more rare that that student was you. sociology was an interesting topic, but not interesting enough to keep you from nearly sliding out of the small, cramped seat as you dozed off.

your attention was finally grabbed when the door slammed open. you sat up straight in your seat as a familiar blur stormed toward the row you sat at, demanding, “y/n l/n!”

of course, it only could’ve been wilbur soot.

the entire class stopped short to ogle at the tall man now staring down across four students to where you sat in your row. your professor didn’t seem to know what to say in that moment.

“where were you this morning?”

your heart was already racing from all the attention that had suddenly been turned on to you. you racked your brain but you would’ve sworn you had never made plans with wilbur for that morning, had he not been so quick to interrupt you.

“so what, it-it’s one night of hot, searing passion and then you’re gone?” he demanded, voice too loud and too clear throughout the suddenly too small lecture hall. you swore you had never felt so much heat fill your body; you had certainly not spent the night with your best friend.

“wil, wh-”

“oh, save your excuses for tonight!” he yelled out. giggles and murmurs were starting to reach your ears as you started to lift yourself out of your seat. “yeah, we’re still having dinner with my parents, by the way!”

before you could yell at him and protest, the door came crashing open for a second time. “y/n!”

it was technoblade, out of breath and gripping flowers. his vermillion gaze was locked on you and you felt like a deer suddenly in a big, bright headlight.

“y/n, this can’t be the end for us,” technoblade spoke in his strong, powerful voice and suddenly you hated your friends so, so much. “not when i still feel this way for you.”

“you had your chance, brother!” wilbur yelled down to the longer-haired man.

your professor took this chance to speak up, “gentleman, i do not think this is the space for this dispute-”

technoblade cut him off without a thought, “you’re telling me you’re the better option out of the two of us?”

“i was the first!” wilbur started to descend down the steps again toward his brother. “she never told you about that night in the rain, did she?” that’s when technoblade threw him into a headlock and suddenly they were wrestling on the likely-disgusting carpet of the lecture hall. your classmates were cheering and laughing all around you, but you were absolutely mortified. just when you had buried your face in your hands, the door slammed open for a third time and a whistle blew in the room.

your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw it was tommy, wearing a terribly cheap-looking policeman’s costume with the loud whistle between his lips. did they take him out of school for this?

“you two, break it up!” he yelled dramatically, tearing his brothers off of each other. “no crimes of passion in the university!” they finally broke apart in a fit of suppressed laughter and breathlessness. “see what you’ve done, y/n?” all eyes were on you again. tommy slung his arms over his brothers’ shoulders. “let this be a lesson to you all! never fall for the siren that is y/n l/n!”

wilbur and tommy bowed as the class cheered and hollered. technoblade nodded at you and threw the bouquet of flowers. one of the guys in front of you caught it and offered it to you. you couldn’t help but let an embarrassed laugh slip as you took the arrangement into your hand. your smile made wilbur and tommy let out a loud cheer and technoblade clap before they scampered out of the class.

you threw your warm face into your hand again as the class’s excitement died down and your professor began, “well..” you heaved a loud sigh that made the girls next to you laugh again. “i think l/n here made friends with too many theater majors..” the class chuckled. “you did know those gents, correct?”

you nodded and gathered up what voice you could, “not as well as they implied, but..” the class broke into more laughter. “yes. they’re my best friends.”

“good, good,” the professor chuckled. “well class, let’s take this as an example of breaking societal norms.” you tuned the professor out again as you willed the embarrassed heat to leave your body, pressing a cool hand to your forehead.

you were going to get those damned boys back.

#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #sbi x reader #sbi family x reader #platonic!sbi x reader #platonic!sbi family x reader #wilbur x reader #platonic!wilbur x reader #technoblade x reader #platonic!technoblade x reader #tommyinnit x reader #platonic!tommyinnit x reader

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SBI <3

• You hadn't been with the Sleepy Boys for too long, being a guest they had taken in until further notice had that affect after all, so when valentines day rolled around, you hardly noticed at first

• The only thing that clued you in at first was the way Wilbur used it as an excuse to share his plethora of sappy love songs

• Not to say he didn't already do that on the regular—he just had an excuse this particular day

• Chances are he ushers you, Phil, Tommy and Techno onto the living couch while he sits opposite all of you, strumming a tune about a mysterious stranger that had stolen his heart (often times maintaining soft eye contact with you all the while)—only pausing at the end to enthusiastically ask your opinions

• "I think it was shit. Where's all the men and the money and the riches Wil."

• "Tommy, I swear to god mate. One of these days, Wil's gonna smack you upside the head and I'm not gonna do anything about it."

• Tommy has spent every valentines day so far pretending to throw up at every romantic gesture he happens to stumble across according to Phil. Even if it's just a pink heart.

• He had been doing this ever since anyone could remember apparently, so it was to be expected at this point

• Secretly, though, he likes to think about everyone's reactions to him giving them a flower. He'd give you a daisy specificly, probably braiding a few stray ones into a flower crown for your hair like Tubbo had taught him. But he eventually decides that would be too babyish, and resorts back parading around the house while whining about love and how stupid it was

• Unlike Tommy's drastic change in behavior however, the only difference between normal Techno and Techno on valentines day, is that if you asked him enough times, he would read some of his greek mythology books out loud to you

• "Heyyyy Techno. Nice weather were having huh?"

• "S litteraly stormin outside (Y/n)."

• "Uh. Well. Rain, er, am I right?"

• "Jus' get in here so I can read to you already."

• Funnily enough, he always chose romance stories. Or at the very least, the few happy ones that existed in mythology, just for you

• The tale of Eros and Psyche happened to be your favorite. And each time you asked, Techno would turn back to the beginning to read it again, a faint smile on his face at your own

• At one point Wilbur had passed by Technos room, momentarily seeing through the cracked door the sight of you laying your head in Technos lap gently as he read to you

• Later when he brought it up to the pinkette, he had gotten a book thrown at his head and was told to never mention that to Phil

• Phil himself spends most of valentines day looking out the window and up into the sky quietly, petting one of his crows slowly. Like he was waiting for something. Someone.

• But in the meantime, while he waited, Phil was perfectly happy with his wild family and the stranger from the woods they had taken in, heart bursting with love for them all

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nerdysleepybunny · 4 months

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Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun asks #bun writes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #philza x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x kristen #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp #mumza #dsmp fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #comfort fic

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120-slut · 4 months

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dream smut . female reader

dom dream does things to me ///-///

your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.

dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.

it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.

while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.

“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.

you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.

dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.

he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.

you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.

he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.

“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”

the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”

“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.

you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”

“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.

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