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INSANITY - C!WILBUR

෴ ── VANNAWASTAKEN ꒱꒱

꒰꒰ 🔋 IN WHICH - insanity got the best of him, but got the worst of you.

꒰꒰ 🔋GENRE - romantic

꒰꒰ 🔋SONG RECOMMENDATION - as the world caves in - matt maltese (preferably the version by @/sarahcothran on tiktok iyk what i mean)

꒰꒰ 🔋TW - blood, murder, insanity, impalement

꒰꒰ 🔋PRONOUNS - she/her/hers

꒰꒰ 🔋VANNA’S NOTE - hi c!wilbur brain rot i had a random idea about this and now im crying haha fun. again this switches from 2nd to 3rd person every now and then.

Y/N’s sword clashed with the one in Dream’s hands, anger plastered on her face as she stared upon his stupid mask. She didn’t hate that many things, but Dream was one of them. Y/N felt her heart stop as explosions went off. Her head turned to see a big crater in what once was the podium. Wilbur and his father were in the middle of it, looking badly damaged.

Eyes locked with her lover, they both smiled. He was going to set the tnt off anyways, so what was the point of being mad? He turned his head to his father, Phil, telling him to do something. Y/N would’ve been able to hear if Tommy and Dream weren’t in a screaming match over

Phil raised his sword slighting before plunging it into Wilbur’s stomach. Everything in the world stopped. Her eyes and Wilbur’s stayed connected before he fell to the floor.

Y/n pulled an ender pearl out of her satchel, throwing it over to the explosion sight. She landed near Wilbur and Phil, going down to her knees to talk to Wilbur.

“Wh-” She tried to say but her throat wouldn’t let her speak. The shock was to much. Wilbur gave her a sincere smile, the most sincere he’s ever given her. His hand slowly made its way up to her cheek, wiping off the tears rolling down her face. She didn’t even realize they were there.

“Breathe for me okay?” Y/N pleaded, finally being able to say something. It was ironic, her telling Wilbur to breathe when she could barely do that herself. She felt as if he lungs were closing in on her. Wilbur gave her a tiny nod, giving Y/N false hope. Y/N shifted her vision to Phil, a way of asking him what she should do. When she brought her head back down her heart sank.

Wilbur wasnt blinking.

Y/N checked his pulse. Nothing. Tears were flowing down at a rapid pace. This wasn’t part of his plan. Her head fell onto his chest, crying into his lifeless body. She just wanted a bit more time. A bit more to maybe save him. But the insane can’t be saved. And now Y/N knew that

#vannawastaken #c!wilbur #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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hi bub! kay here to ask if you’ll write something about seeing smp!dream for the first time since he’s out of prison? thank you! <3

⇢˚⋆ hi kay! ty ty ty for requesting and sorry it took so long!! hopefully, i wrote this the way you wanted it.

BREAKING OUT - SMP!DREAM

෴ ── VANNAWASTAKEN ꒱꒱

꒰꒰ 🔋 IN WHICH - he escaped the wardens grasp just so he could see you, an old friend, for one last time.

꒰꒰ 🔋 GENRE - platonic turned to romantic

꒰꒰ 🔋 PRONOUNS - she/her/hers

꒰꒰ 🔋 TW//CW - swearing

꒰꒰ 🔋 VANNA’S NOTE - this is going to be a mix of 2nd person (i, you) and 3rd person (they/he/she) since i couldnt find just one that fit well with the story, so if the narrative changes often, you know why!

YOUR eyes met his mask. Both standing near spawn not knowing what to do or say. Y/N was just getting wood for extending her house until she heard the sirens, until she heard him.

Y/N was frozen still. A million thoughts rushing through her brain yet not one of them made any sense. Should she run, should she fight? How would she know he wouldn't hurt her? Dream was a criminal after all. His expression softened at your gaze, it felt like your eyes on his made his wounds heal, and I don’t mean the ones on his body. His heart hurt looking at your pained expression, but who could really blame him. He did this to himself. “Y/N I-” Y/N didn’t want to hear his words. She didn’t want to give him the time he asked for. She walked away, not wanting to do something she would regret. Dream often made her do things like that when they were little. Throwing around random ender pearls without permission, getting them both in trouble, even though Dream got the worst of it.

Y/N felt a grip on her arm, both strong and gentle, slowly turning her to face the man in the mask. It was cracked and horribly dirty. Looking at it reminded you of the time when you were both 13. He fell in mud and his mask got dirty, so you washed it for him. That was the first and only time he let you see his face.

“Please don’t go.” Dream muttered out. Y/N couldn’t see his face, but she could tell from his voice that he was in an emotional state. It probably wasn’t the best option to pull him into a hug, but once you were in eachothers arms a wave of warmth rushed through you. A sense of familiarity you missed. Y/N let out a long sigh. She was hugging a hardened criminal. But goddamn did she miss this criminal so much. His head was buried in your shoulder, a slight smile plastered onto his face. Holding you was something he wanted to do forever. “You never visited me.” He said, not letting go. “I was to scared.” Y/N replying, already regretting her response. “Of me?” Dream asked pulling away once he felt her nod. He started to unbuckle the clasp on the back of his head, slowly lifting the mask up. Y/N looked away, knowing how protective he got of his face. “You can look you know.” He mentioned. He wasn’t one for trust, but he trusted Y/N. He may have hurt so many people physically, but god the pained expression on your face when you found him with Tommy and Tubbo in the bunker ruined him. He had that memory on replay for weeks in the prison. Y/N let out a breathy sigh. “I thought you don’t like people seeing your face?” She questioned. His expression softened. “Y/N I trust you more than I trust myself. I hurt you and you still let me hold you. Its’ a simple repayal.” He spoke, his words hushed and meaningful. He always had a way with words, whether it was him becoming a tyrant or sitting down with you and talking about random topics all day.

Dream slowly turned you back around, watching as your eyes finally met his, and as a tiny smile formed at the corners of your lips. He would never admit it but god your lips were like a soft spot to him. Once you kissed his forehead at 15 and he just melted into your arms, holding them like he would die if he let go. He was so thankful he had his mask on or else his face would be red for the entire world to see.

But now there wasn’t a mask. Just him and you. In the woods. He was so grateful for this moment, only because you were in it. He gave you a small smile, you gladly returning it.

“You look kinda the same when you were 13 you know, just more matured.” Y/N joked. Matured wasn’t the only thing that changed. She wouldn’t admit it out loud but he was very pretty. Very appealing to the eye.

“I look much better than when I was 13 how dare you!” He joked back, causing a laugh to slip past her lips. Her laugh was like heaven, something he could listen to but a place he wouldn’t be let into. So instead his personal heaven was in your arms.

Both of your ears perked up when you heard the faint sound of Sam shouting. Your time was up. You reached down and grabbed his mask, handing it to him. He couldn’t give two shits about the mask. He just needed to do one last thing. Dream grabbed the mask and pulled her forward, letting her lips lock onto his. They were in a state of euphoria. 20 something years of pent of feelings finally being released in a moment they never thought would occur. Y/N’s hands made their way to his hair, slowly toying with the strands between her fingers. Y/N had Dream wrapped around her little finger and didn’t even know it. She was clueless, but she has his. Clueless or not he had her, and that’s all he would ever need in this war-torn world. Dream pulled away, unwillingly and gave Y/N a big smile before putting on the mask and running off. Leaving Y/N with plump lips, a huge smile, and a new urge to start going to the prison to see what was hers

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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SKATE PARK WITH THE MINOR’S HC’s

෴ ── VANNAWASTAKEN ꒱꒱

└ TOMMYINNIT ❜

this man doesn’t know how to skate

what a fucking loser

he’s gonna be like “yeah i know how to skate” but can’t land an ollie

says protection is stupid

proceeds to make a sexual joke regarding protection

you kick him in the shins

when you go down the rail tommy is like “what the actual fuck is that and how do i do it”

if your lucky you might be able to get him to actually get on the board for more than 5 seconds

would probably leave you at some point to get a soft pretzel

“n/n how are you not dead yet”

└ TUBBO ❜

well versed on terms for skateboarding but doesn’t know how to do it

this man will cheer for you each time you land a trick

personal fuckin hype man

“y/n what was that called?”

lowkey wants you to teach him

when you do teach him its relatively easy since he knows terms and tips you’ve mentioned before

quick learner. quick mf learner.

“does tommy know how to skate”

“he doesn’t? loser”

└ RANBOO ❜

he knows how to skate. fight me on this

he doesn’t really like going to skate parks because he might feel inferior to other skaters

you obviously convince him its fine

hes gonna be very hesitant to get on the board cause again, inferiority

“what happened when you took tommy and tubbo here? did they die? did people make fun of them?”

when you ask him to teach you a trick he’ll gladly help

after your taught a trick you better believe tf mf gets all the confidence in the world

twitter will know of your outing today

“i taught y/n a trick on the skateboard”

to which you would reply - “it took you 10 minutes to actually start skating because of the people around”

ranboo deleted the tweet later on

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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JEALOUS C!TECHNO HC’s

෴ ── VANNAWASTAKEN ꒱꒱

꒰꒰ 🔋GENRE - romantic

꒰꒰ 🔋SONG RECOMMENDATION - jealous by eyedress

꒰꒰ 🔋PRONOUNS - all!!

꒰꒰ 🔋VANNA’S NOTE - hi hi!! ive been meaning to write c!techno here for a while! i have a friend on here (cough cough @dreamwvrld cough cough) who loves reading/writing c!techno so kay if u see this i hope u like it! also this is how I percieve c!techno as jealous in a romantic sense, if you disagree thats 100% okay, we all have different opinions!!

this mans jaw is clenched as fuck

normally his attention would be on you, but now he cant take this eyes off of them(whoever if with you)

“who is that with y/n”

his ego simultaneously becomes higher and lower the more he stares

his fist is being held tight

if he held anything he could break, it would be broken

“who are they to y/n”

a blood vessel (or more) has probably popped in his forehead

his breathing becomes ragged the more he looks at you

if even one thing happens this man will blow up on everything. like this tree branch is in the way? its their (the person your with) fault

he starts to distract himself with random things like getting wood even though he has more than enough

the voices are possibly telling him to get rid of the person your with

he never does anything to hurt you

he wouldnt dream of it

no matter how angry he is, techno would never do anything to cause you harm, physically or emotionally

he’s going to start questioning himself on whether he was ever good enough to be around you, be yours

“if im not good enough for y/n then why should i care, she/they/he doesnt care enough to give me a single thought”

to prevent himself from punching anything, he starts cracking his knuckles, even when they dont need to be cracked

when you ask if hes okay he brushes it off like he just had a bad day

a bad day thats been going on for a week

his entire mind is clouded of times where your attention was on him

he misses those memories

he wants to bring those memories back

his mind is full of you

just you

all you

only you

you have him rapped around your finger and you dont even know it

suddenly he’s had enough

he wants your attention and wants it now

so he does it the only way he can

in the heat of the moment, high on adrenaline

this man drags you away from whoever your talking with

and kisses you

when you kiss back any feeling of jealousy washed away

like your the ocean taking away the feelings he didnt want in the sand

technoblade was yours.

and you didnt mind it one bit

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CHASING GHOSTS | technoblade

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ c!technoblade x gn!reader

summary: when an anarchist falls in love, he can promise a lot. but how much can a person really change?

word count: 2k

warnings: angst angst angst, violence, blood&gore, weapons, mention of reader dying (very brief!).

based on: chasing ghosts - the eden project

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ a/n: this is for the @dysfunctionalcrab / @akasuki writing competition! sorry it’s a tad late... enjoy having your heart ripped out :)

FALLING in love had never been part of the plan.

In the years that it had taken Technoblade to construct a wall of stone around his heart, protecting him from the mistrust of everyone around him: He never believed it would be so easily struck down.

But then again, you always had found a way to surpass his expectations.

Spending your summer in the caves of ‘Pogtopia’ hadn’t exactly been your expectations either: Hurled up around a pitiful campfire next to Wilbur and Tommy as Schlatt tormented the land you once called ‘home’.

It was ridiculous to think the three of you could start some sort of revolution to overthrow the government that had suddenly captured L’Manberg, evil intent seeping into the soil until it would eventually become nothing but a barren wasteland of memories.

But Tommy had insisted that you all maintain spirit, for he had the help of a noble warrior.

One that would win L’Manberg back.

Well, when you’d first heard it you’d laughed loudly, spit practically flying at his face as you doubled over in amusement, needing to wipe the springing tears from your eyes.

Yet, Tommy and Wilbur had returned with a man that night— One that held the strength of a hundred men, and the stare colder than the arctic’s oceans.

It was hard to get used to at first, Techno practically looking through you as though you were glass, moving about his day with whatever he needed to plot the ‘revolution of a lifetime’, you had once heard him call it.

But many a moons had cycled before Techno actually saw you as glass, treating you delicately as though you could crumble under his hands.

It was unspoken, this bond you seemed to hold that everybody could see— A passion that intertwined far deeper than either of you had ever intended it to.

When midnight rolled around, and your feet padded across the dimly lit grass to watch him train into the dawning hours of the morning— He saw you. He protected you.

He was doing this for you.

Of course, Techno knew what he stood for. But the enjoyment of taking down Schlatt’s dictation became more about keeping you out of harms way than actually wanting the government stripped of it’s power.

Wilbur had warned of the voices that haunted the man’s head, thirst for blood so rich that sometimes you wondered if he thought about what you’d feel like lifeless in his hands, fulfilling this everlasting crave for metallic justice.

It took months to learn he’d never hurt you.

Or at least, not in the way you thought he would.

It was naive to think Techno could be selfless, you’d practically seen the signs of his true intentions when he’d promised to ‘take hold’ of L’manberg again: You just simply didn’t want to believe it could be true.

That’s how the two of you had ended up here, surrounded by thick rolls of smoke that simmered your lungs, brain fried from fighting for something so basic as human breath.

It’s hard to see, every turn seemingly the same image of concrete coloured vision. It’s only when you squint from the burning tears settled on your lower lash line that you see a flash of red, and then a sweep of pink.

Legs move before you can even instruct them to, unsteady feet keeping you stood as you limp towards the flash of colour you had been gifted in that moment.

The entire area smells like ash, suffocating with every step you take, splutters of his name falling from your lips that you’re not sure are even audible over the crackle of fire that roars from your right.

But it’s enough to grab his attention, head snapping towards your crumbling figure. His sword slips from his hands, the feeling of his fingertips cupping your face bringing you to reality from a dazed distraction.

The calloused palms of his hands make you realise he’s in front of you, eyebrows furrowed as you try to recollect how much time had actually passed since you had seen the flash of his cape in the distance.

Mumbles of your name that spill from his lips are enough to distract you from thinking it through.

“—Have t’go-“ It’s hard to make out what he’s saying, this constant ringing buzzing in your ears from the explosions that had arisen from the ceremony, keeping them from maximum capability.

Your head lulls to the side, trying to take in more of your surroundings as the smoke transitions to more of a mystical fog, remains of decayed buildings and dying bodies scattered across the land.

Techno’s quick to tilt your head back to him, eyes now focusing on his for the first time since Tubbo was elected.

“Can— hear me? We hav’t— go!” Your head is on overdrive, your vision in and out as you try to focus on his features, suddenly aware of the splatters of crimson that dot his face like freckles once you focus hard enough.

A gasp rips from your throat, scratching like sandpaper as you fight for a breath, your outburst of surprise leaving you even more sore.

Stepping back from his grasp, you look the man over, taking in the bruised and blooded appearance he sports.

He holds no shame.

“How...” The word is heavy on your tongue, barely even spoken despite how Techno’s ears perk up, eagerly awaiting your question.

He’s saved you from Schlatt— You must want to know how he made the fireworks? Oh, perhaps you need more information on the materials he gathered for the withers?

He doesn’t expect what you actually ask.

“—How could you... do this to me?” Your tone is laced with bitterness, sour dripping with every word as Techno furrows his brows, stained hands twitching under the sudden nerves he faces.

“What... What do you mean? I— We did it. We took down Schlatt—“ He speaks obliviously, as if his violent tendencies hadn’t just taken over, where his sword hadn’t been pressed into Tommy’s neck as he yelled at him that he’d never be the hero he aspired to be.

Your eyes catch glimpse of the sword he had dropped before embracing you, coated with the blood of various of your friends.

He hadn’t done this for you. He’d done this for himself.

“You destroyed my home, Techno—“ You cough once, twice— The Piglin ignoring how his foot itches to step forward to try and comfort you. “—You said we’d destroy the government.“

He looks to you dumbfounded. “We... We did—“

“You destroyed L’Manberg! There’s nothing left for miles around—“ You cut yourself off to throw your hands carelessly, gesturing to the gaping craters of ground that have been ripped up from not just Wilbur’s TNT, but the result of his unexpected mob-induced ending.

Scratchy throat continues to burn as the flames around you seem to climb higher, towering over the both of you as the smoke begins to become thicker and darker once again.

Your eyes are burning from both the fog and tears of anger, a sight so broken that it makes Techno’s canines puncture his top lip from how taunt his jaw has been pulled, face stoic.

“Losing Wilbur was hard enough today... I didn’t think I’d lose you too.” You spit out, knees buckling at the heat that engulfs you, head spinning at all that it’s endured today.

Techno reaches for you out of instinct, suppressing the growl that threatens to rise as you swat his hands away.

Finally stepping back from you, he decides checking you over from a distance is his best option. The mess of voices that inhabit his brain seem to spurt out possible answers for your anger, still not understanding your problem with his actions.

The revolution was to take the power away from L’Manberg... Without the actual country, nobody could abuse it’s power. What weren’t you seeing about that?

“We had to take away the power.” He finds his voice again— tone hesitant, as if he’s trying to convince himself of his reasoning. “—Without a nation, there doesn’t have to be an imbalance of that power, Y/N.”

You look up at him in disbelief, his heart tugging upon seeing your eyes so glassy. You look right through him, in a way he hasn’t experienced since first meeting you.

It makes him shake.

“I have no where to go—“

His head tilts in confusion, expression innocent. “You... come and live with me? We can find somewhere, bring Tommy and Philza and—“

“Stop!” You don’t recognise your own scream, voice scratchy and hoarse from the poisoning of the smoke. “I don’t— Fuck, I don’t want some stupid new building! I want my childhood, my family—“

Your sobs are louder than the fire that crackles around you, making Techno suddenly hyperaware of everything around him.

The fog that rolls into his lungs, heat that prickles his skin, ash that burns his nose— He did this.

And he enjoyed it.

“How... How do I make this better?” He asks, bending down to pick up a plank of oak wood that resided close by, simmered and splinted from the explosions.

He pushes it towards you, eyes pleading despite his face so expressionless. “How do I put it back together?”

You laugh, bitter and irritated. “You can’t fix this.”

Your words hold a double meaning he doesn’t seem to grasp, hands still waving the wood like it will somehow grow back into the house it once supported.

After a moment of silent begging, the wood slips from his hands, grazing his skin with splinters that barely make a dent in the amount of hurt he’s experiencing. His heart holds first place.

“I’m sorry.” Techno is sure this is the first time in his life he’s ever apologised, ever regretted or felt remorse for something he’s done. It stings. “-Wanted t’protect you, protect us Y/N. I... I’m ready to learn-“

“You’re not ready for me—“ You let out exasperated, meeting his gaze once more, letting the tears fall freely as you realise the ending that had always been in store for you both. “—Just let go.”

Techno lets you walk away. He watches every step you take, body crumbling in on itself as your cries haunt him, mixed with the murmurs of disappointment from the voices that had once praised his actions mere moments ago.

He stands there until the fire dies and the smoke clears, nothing but rubble and debris left in his path as the injured citizens of the nation he had helped destroy stare at him with distaste.

Everything in the world seems to stop for him, every choice he’s ever made on loop in his head until the dull ache under his skull becomes unbearable, needing to rest his eyes for just a moment.

Yet, every time they closed even for a second, he envisioned your face, stained with tears and the blood of your friends.

Wiping the single tear that rolls from his eye, Techno crouches to pick up his sword, shaking it violently to rid it of the excess liquid that coated it’s silver body.

The snowy tundra isn’t hard to find once he starts his journey there, walking until his head finally realises he needs to find a place to go, and not just walk until his mind is rid of you.

Although what he makes is classed as a ‘house’, it never really feels like a home.

Home is whatever you made it, and without you there, it’s nothing but four walls to keep him warm.

Retirement from anguish is never what he had planned, but just like before, neither was falling in love.

The story of Technoblade became a myth, the man seemingly disappearing from the face of the earth, never to answer to the pleading calls of others who relied on his ways.

Even in retirement— You weren’t convinced of his sudden numbness to violence. You’d been living a fantasy to believe that he could change.

And although the memory of your unspoken love kept you up at night, you knew Techno was never really yours to begin with: He was a slave to the calls of anguished justice.

You’d chased him once before.

You couldn’t chase his ghost, too.

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# NOT ALLOWED：quackity x reader

WARNINGS: angst, unrequited love(?), bffs kissing gone wrong

PAIRINGS: quackity, reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is old but i still like it so this is for you quackity simps

It’s been exactly three sunsets and two sunrises since the incident between you and your childhood best friend.

It was stupid. So, so fucking stupid, and knowing that he's out there somewhere avoiding what had happened as he had said it was “an accident, I swear” makes you utterly furious.

But you can’t do anything about it. You don’t want to call it an accident; you want to be blind, to be foolish, to hope and believe that there’s something deeper between the two of you—even when you know that from the very beginning there was nothing between the two of you and thinking about how he gave his lips and his heart are nothing but lies to lull into false hope.

The thought of him, red-faced and wide-eyed, drives you to the highest point of sanity. Maybe there's a part of him that regrets nothing, and it's making you crazy. You want to pull at your hair, focus instead on the pain blooming there and not on your chest.

Why can't he just man up and talk about what happened? Why—just, why, did he have to snatch your heart only to tear it to pieces the next day with unspoken words and unkept promises?

( It was a normal day. Was a normal day.

Until he stumbled into your place, flushed cheeks and giggles spilling from his mouth each second, high on ecstasy.

He wasn't drunk. Quackity was a dick, but he wouldn't stoop that low—there was a line, and he crossed it, but he remembered every single moment because he won't take advantage of anyone, especially you.

He was happy, really, really happy, and you were standing there with a wide smile and pretty face, clad in his hoodie that reached past his sleeves.

And he had kissed you.

Quackity, when everything had finally dawned on him, leaned back to pull away, but you carefully leaned closer, and he melts into it. It wasn't anything crazy. Just a chaste kiss that lasted a few seconds ( which felt like hours to the both of you who were too lost in each other's presence, drunk on each other's warmth ).

When you pulled away, Quackity tried to chase after you, but your face was lax with surprise, so he just leaned back on the couch, softly breathing.

It was just a kiss. Best friends probably kiss on the lips.

But do best friends kiss like that? Your mind snarls to yourself. You ignore it.

Years of friendship hanging on a thin thread, that kiss was the yank on each side. One more wrong move and everything will be over. Snap like nothing. Break.

You thought it was over; you two would forget about it and mutually agree that the kiss never happened.

But he had kissed you. Again. Not even a day later, almost as if he can't help himself.

It was shorter than last time, just a peck on the lips, and he had chuckled when you squeaked in shock. Everyone in L'manberg didn't seem to care; some of them even seemed relieved—they didn't care as if they knew all along; your figure clothed in one of his hoodies, his arm wrapped around your waist—none of them questioned the two of you and went on with their lives as if nothing new happened, and it confused you.

Was there something between you and Quackity?

Has there always been something between you and Quackity?

You didn't mind. Not at all. You didn't stop him when he kissed you again or when he nuzzled his nose behind your ear. You didn't stop him when he stayed close almost every second of the day.

Because you liked it.

You like him.

You longed for more. More for you from him; of him. You longed for more than shut eyes because he’s scared of keeping you too close. You longed for more than hesitant touches because he doesn’t know where to place his hands.

You want to pull him closer, kiss both of your worries away, and for a moment, you believed this would work.

That was your mistake. )

“What are we, Quackity?” You ask him, too afraid to meet his eyes even from across the table. You shift nervously, knowing his eyes—his stupid eyes that always seem to know so much gaze at you with an intensity that leaves so many questions in its wake.

He tilts his head to the side, dark strands of his hair falling on his skin. You want to lean close and tuck it inside his beanie—anything as an excuse to just be closer. “What are we?” He echoes thoughtfully. “We're Quackity and (Y/N), the best duo that will ever exist; that's what we are.”

You hum, disheartened by his answer. Leaning back on the chair, you sigh, running a hand through your hair in silent frustration. “Right.”

Quackity shifts, catching sight of the serious look on your face.

You look away from him, eyes stinging with warmth.

He answers, finally. “We're what we're supposed to be.”

You stare at him carefully, brows furrowed, cheeks warming when he smiles softly. “And what's that?”

“Friends.”

You expected that.

You don't know why you're still hurt hearing it. But it doesn't kill you as much as you think it did. It's almost relieving to have an answer finally: he doesn't want to be with you, and that's final.

You long for him, and it’s time you change that, right? He said the answer you’re looking for.

But you don't care. You love him more than friends should. And you'll keep on loving him because you choose to; you choose to make another mistake.

He knows it, too. He knows you’re still staring at him with want.

Quackity leans close, smiling, and abruptly, his face is inches away from yours. “I hope we're still friends—” your eyes flutter shut— “I hope you don't mind.”

It is an accident, one you chose to ignore. But if him giving you affection—the love you craved from him ( even if he doesn't feel the same ) is an accident, then you'll ignore it over and over again. At least you have him by your side, have the boy who is holding your heart near you.

Right?

#sushisoot #quackity x reader #mcyt x reader

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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muse

🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙[god!dream x gn!reader] ! ˊˎ:

summary: your body was his canvas.

word count: 1.2k

contains: angst, betrayal, violence, murder

for my beloveds @sushisoot, @dillienotfound, and @dreamwvrld <3

YOU WERE DREAM’S MUSE, your body was his canvas. For pink, he would press soft kisses to your skin and smooth his tongue over it and feel the way you started to heat up. For yellow, he would tell jokes about anything and watch the shift in your attitude. He would hear your giggles and sighs. Purple, he would paint lilacs on your veins, pretty flowers in the most vulnerable places.

Dream was sweet, he was kind. His attention was on you, something so precious as the pretty flowers from before. A shame, really. That he’s fallen out of love.

You’re just so cute— so pliable and obedient to him that he could simply kill you and be on his way, but the thought of you not being there for him to pick up and throw out would bring out a sense of… regret. It’s not as if he doesn’t have any other toys to string along with his words until he got bored, there was something twisting inside of you that roped him in.

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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↷ ·˚ ༘ WHAT ARE WE ; ꒱

cc, karl jacobs x gn!reader cw, extreme self-doubt wc, 1.1k sypnosis, karl's compliments begin to feel fake and transparent to you.

“You're beautiful!" You grinned. "Thank you, Karl."

It had become routine now, every morning and every night, compliments among compliments about how you looked each day or how happy you were making him that day. It was heartwarming, yes, but you couldn't help but have a sense of doubt due to its repetitive nature.

You wished you accepted and cherished his words to the maximum but the feeling of fakeness always plagued your chest, always. It was always the same thought, over and over, as if it was on replay.

“As long as he’s next to you,” it hummed.

“You’ll be his kind of person.”

It was almost as if you’re entire view of yourself would crumble without his words, the compliments the foundation of your self-esteem greatly. You were terrified by the fact, growing an unhealthy attachment to his providence as time rolled on by. What if he left and let your entire world crumble?

Karl wouldn’t do that. He’s too kind.

“C’mon Y/N, you look perfect.”

Did you? Did you look perfect that day? Or did he just feel bad?

These thoughts made your gut curl and eyes water, your heart dreading the power your mind had over it. You wished that your mind wouldn’t be so mean and maybe lighten up for once. If it could even tune in with your heart, that would be golden.

All you wanted was synchronization across your senses and complete peace, not this uncontrollable war that was been happening ever since you were little.

You absolutely dreaded whenever he asked if you were okay because it would always find a certain seam and dig in, deep. Karl’s words were always gentle and soft whenever he would ask, making sure you weren’t going to shatter within the pit of his palms. The second he uttered those words, you would.

Each and every time.

Tears amongst tears would stream down your face as he would whisper gentle blessings into your ear, begging you to believe his words each and every time they slipped from his lips. You could never describe the feeling his actions threaded around your heart but it was unearthly. You felt as if you were the only one to hear him, as if his words were meant for you and only you.

Was that true for the rest?

For the rest of the words he would spill without hesitation, did he mean them just as he meant these? Your heart begged for him to mean them while your mind molded and presented more and more reasons why he didn’t.

The side glance that wasn’t directed to you last month? He hated you. The way his tongue curled in his mouth when you show him your outfit for prom 4 years ago? He thought you were disgusting.

Maybe this was an elaborate ruse to hurt you in the end. You weren't going to let that happen.

"Karl," you hummed, trying to even your breath as your anger began to slip underneath the curtains. He turned to you with his usual childish smirk, his eyes warm and soft as they met yours.

"Yes?" Karl seemed to hop towards you, twiddling his fingers in front of his chest as he waited for your next sentence.

Did your words need to be waited for?

"What is this?" The words made your heart quince as you could see clouds of confusion and hurt block his honey-toned orbs. Karl swallowed a ball of his own fears, shoving his thoughts down with it.

You continued, deciding there was no other way.

"What are we?" You held your eyes shut. His breath hitched as his heart froze in place, creating a deafening silence neither of you could handle.

Karl stared at you with wide and scared eyes, fearing for what your question truly meant. "Wha- What?" His throat sealed shut as he noticed the dewdrops forming on the edges of your lashes, his chest now a war zone for the bloodiest of battles.

"What-" You cut yourself off, running your fingers over one another to try to regain your composure. It only made you realize how sweaty your skin had been, assuming it was from the way his eyes looked over yours in desperation.

"What are we?" Karl repeated for you, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the obnoxious fidgeting that made his thumbs ache. You could only nod, doing the same to hopefully cover how your sweat was practically dripping onto the flooring.

"I, uh," he began, turning and twisting his waist to look over the nearby scenery to assist his mind in processing the question. You so only peaked open your eyes, the moonlight gently greeting your pupils instead of making them ache like the daylight would've. Karl continued to roll on the ball of his heels, slowly turning to face the fences beside you two without a word slipping from his lips.

"Well?" You hummed, maneuvering with your stubborn limbs to turn and face the scenery with him. Karl let his body loosen and hang without any power in his limbs, as if he had lost an internal battle within himself.

He glanced towards you, his lips rolling against one another before parting to let whatever was his mind slip out with ease.

"I'm in love with you," he breathed, tugging on the loose strings in his pockets as he stared into your stern gaze towards the greenery ahead.

"That's a start."

Karl choked out a laugh, it was well deserved for the past ten minutes you two had experienced. You let your chest bounce as you began to laugh with him, slowly lightening the air around you two as it lingered.

"Ha..." You breathed, pulling your hand out of your pocket to comb your fingers through your hair slightly, stopping halfway to let your head rest upon your scalp. You turned to him with a half-assed grin, deciding to let the one thing you wouldn't even admit to your mother be heard by the brunette himself.

"I've fallen for you too," you admitted, the boulder on your shoulders crumbling underneath their own weight as you continued.

"I have," you turned to face the trees. "For a while."

Karl grinned, tugging his hands out of his pockets and letting his fingers search for yours amongst the empty space between you two. You let your now warm and slightly wet palm fall into his, trying your best to ignore the same wet feeling among his skin as he held your hand with soft fingers.

"Falling in love with you," he paused, turning to face you. "Was like a dream." You laughed, gripping his hand before replying.

"I'm sure," you beamed.

"I'm sure it was, Jacobs."

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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hi can i request dreamxreader where they used to be together and cute stuff but broke up and now they regret it when they meet again and things didn't go well ever since they separated :0 ily bae xx

hi bub! it’s been literally so long and i’m sorry but the finished result is right here

thanks for requesting<33

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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YOURS TRULY,

━━ 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 ;; @sushisoot my beloved

𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 !

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 and how different it would be if you had made different decisions as opposed to the ones you’ve already made. Sometimes you wonder what your life would be like if you had said yes to a classmate in sixth grade when he had asked you to go to the Halloween dance with him.

Sometimes you also wonder what your life would be like if you were still with your ex boyfriend. You didn’t quite know why you thought about him so much, the two of you ended a whole year ago, and he was on a road to success now, with a YouTube channel that he was very proud of. You could tell he was destined for something big, and youwere obviously happy for him, but never had to guts to actually say so to his face.

You hadn’t even seen him since the two of you broke up a year ago.

You’ve changed since then, and you’re sure he has too because it’s common knowledge that nothing stays the same forever. Which explains why the two of you ended, even though you hoped it would stay the same, you learned to come to terms with the fact that good things never last as long as you want them to.

You couldn’t deny that you missed him very much, sometimes you hear his voice whispering sweet phrases to you at night just like he used to, even though he isn’t really there.

It feels like the breakup was only the start of the unfortunate events that followed afterwards, after you guys broke up you lost your apartment, lost your childhood dog, got into a mild car accident that damaged your car pretty badly, and lost contact with your family. And it might’ve been because he wasn’t in your life anymore.

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02/19/20

Dear Clay,

It’s been a while, today is actually the day of our anniversary, crazy, huh? How fast time flies, it feels like only yesterday I had run into you for the first time at the coffee shop. I still remember, obviously, how could I ever forget about the day where I had seen the most capturing ocean eyes to ever even exist on this dreary planet we call our home?

The only reason I say dreary is because you’re not in my life anymore, I don’t really plan on ever mailing this to you, I doubt you wouldn’t even see it. I don’t know, I miss you, I guess.

It sucks how we had to end, I realize I didn’t appreciate you as much as you should’ve. I didn’t know why, you were and still are obviously perfect. In fact, you’re so perfect that it hurts.

But I need to learn how to move on from you, I can’t forever be hung up on you, even though once upon a time you were my world.

Yours truly,

Y/N.

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August nights with Clay always used to be your favourite.

You two used to sit in the backseat of his car in a Walmart parking lot with the seats folded forward so that there was more room, blankets wrapped around both of your shoulders and some movie playing.

Though most of the time you two would be talking instead of watching the movie, he used to tell you how adorable you looked in his jacket, and you shared your random shower thoughts, and he laughed every single time. You adored that, you adored him.

And he adored you.

He used to fawn over you and tell you how amazing you looked with the moonlight shining down directly on your face.

But none of that mattered anymore. Why?

Because it’s over.

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02/23/20

Dear Clay,

I saw you again today. You looked as amazing as ever, I noticed you grew your hair out. Looks amazing, as always.

I didn’t tell you to your face though, instead I listened as you told me about how your life was going.

I didn’t bother to share mine, because there’s no point as all my life is without you is just a mess.

God I miss you to the point where I don’t even feel like myself anymore.

Tell me, do you miss me the way I miss you? Probably not. Don’t even know why I asked.

Yours truly,

Y/N.

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01/20/21

Dear Y/N,

I find myself longing to reach out to you every single day that passes by but I can never seem to do it.

Kind of pathetic, since it’s been almost one year since we last saw each other and I still miss you to the point where I can barely think straight.

I started growing on youtube, though, so that’s a good distraction for me.

But it would feel more complete if you were still around. But you’re not, and that’s okay.

Yours truly,

Clay.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #minecraft #wattpad #writing #writer #dreamwastaken #dream x reader #dillienotfound #breakup #oneshot #mcyt x reader

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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𝗟𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗦 - 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘽𝙐𝙍 𝙎𝙊𝙊𝙏

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 &&. they never realized one of wilburs songs was about them until now, but it might not be too late

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 &&. they/them/theirs

𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧 &&. @dreamwvrld

꒱ note !! this is a request by @dillienotfound !! the full request is here. make sure to go read her works!! also the song im using for this is “since i saw vienna”, i am in no way saying wilbur wrote this song for someone he liked/likes, but im using it in that way for this imagine!! also im shit at writing wilbur so im sorry if this isnt as good as you would like it!

Y/N sat up against their couch reading a book. Specifically The Odyssey, one of their favorite books. They loved the way Homer portrayed each character. Y/N always had a thing for greek mythology. They adored the stories about the love between the gods and goddesses, or the plethora of wars that began from a mistake. Mythology was like a word they wished they could’ve experienced. Y/N flipped the page, making their way to book 5. They had read this book almost a million times, yet always came back to read this specific chapter. Call them a hopeless romantic or call them crazy, but Y/N will always believe Calypso did nothing wrong, and that Calypso deserved love. They let out a sigh, grabbing their phone and opening Spotify, clicking on Wilburs music. Y/N and Wilbur have known eachother since 6th form, and they’ve been inseparable since the day they met. Y/N was always supportive of Wilbur. When he started streaming they were his first viewer. When he started music they made sure to listen to his songs as much as they could. They weren’t the only supportive one in the friendship. When Y/N came out as nonbinary, Wilbur didnt know much, but he was always willing to learn. He made sure to respect their pronouns and if he messed up he would correct himself and move on. The fandom knew of their friendship as well. Any time Y/N was in a video or a stream the viewers would love it. They loved Y/N, possibily more than they loved Wilbur. The song changed from Jubilee Line to Since I Saw Vienna. Y/N remembers when Wilbur and them went to Vienne during a school trip in 6th form. It was amazing. Y/N always had a feeling that song was about how much he loved Vienna. The words to the song always stuck with them. The way they flew out of his mouth so easily amazed Y/N.

“the cute bomber jacket you’ve had since sixth form…”

Y/N chuckled at the words Wilbur sang. He probably had a crush on some girl when they were both in sixth form. Almost everyone had a bomber jacket back then, including Y/N. “adorned with patches of places you’ve been…”

Y/N’s eyes widened a bit. They had patches on their jacket, but maybe it was a dumb coincidence. For someone who was a hopeless romantic, Y/N was surely an idiot when it came to something right in-front of them. “treating my memory of you like a fire…..”

Y/N’s brows furrowed. Maybe the supposed girl he possibly liked wasn’t even a girl, maybe it was Y/N. Their breath became a bit ragged, getting a bit overwhelmed at the situation before them. There was a possibility that Wilbur liked Y/N back then, but does he still like them now? During the warzone inside their head, a knock was heard on the door. Y/N knew exactly who it was, Wilbur. He had told them that he was planning to come over today, he wanted to talk about a stream idea he was hoping to do with Y/N, but did he have to come now? Y/N didn’t even have to get up to the door, Wilbur had a key to their place, just like how Y/N had a key to Wilburs. It was something best friends do. But now it doesn’t seem like a “best friend” thing.

Wilbur opened the door and sat on their couch, smiling at the fact Y/N was listening to his song. On the inside his heart was pounding. Y/N was listening to the song about them. And to no ones surprise - Y/N confronted him about this. “Do you remember in Vienna when we wandered off from the group? And the supervisor yelled at us afterwards?” Wilbur chuckled at their words. He honestly remembers everything from 6th form. How could he not? Its where he met Y/N. His best friend. “They yelled at us for like an hour straight, fucking hilarious.” Y/N and Wilbur laughed as they reminisced on old memories. Y/N’s head was on his chest as they flipped through a notebook full of stream ideas. “To be completely serious, this song is about you. I had a huge crush on you in 6th form.” Wilbur admitted. Y/N laughed at his words, making Wilbur’s cheeks flush a light shade of red. “I already knew that. You weren’t that slick with the wording.” Wilbur rolled his eyes at Y/N, even though they couldn’t see him. “Oh! Look at this idea. It’s a You Laugh You Lose but we have water in our mouths! It’s not that interesting but I don’t think you’ve done that before have you?” Y/N asked. “That sounds cool! Maybe to make it harder its like really sour lemon water. Willing to do it with me?” Wilbur asked. Y/N turned their head around to look at him, giving Wilbur a sweet smile that make his heart pound and a nod. It felt like eternity to him, looking at them. Getting lost in the moment was easy for Wilbur when it came to Y/N. In his peripheral vision, he was focused on their lips. He’s not the best with saying his emotions, but he can express it pretty damn well.

He started moving closer to Y/N’s face, noticing them moving closer as well. Wilbur brought his gaze back up to their eyes, being met with a small nod, giving him all the reassurance he needed. His lips finally met theirs, after what felt like a century of pining over Y/N he finally did it. Y/N smiled into the kiss, making his heart flutter and his mind go crazy. It finally happened and he’d never felt happier. Y/N pulled away, with a smile still plastered on their face. “So about that crush-” “Oh shut up”

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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‧₊◜ # challenging c!techno hc’s!

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

. ˚₊ 🪀 ꒱ the request for this was REALLY long, but you can see it: here! thanks anon!

warnings: mentions of death, suggestive themes.

here we go again! c!techno hours!

there’s lots of people that try to challenge techno, but i think you’re the one that catches him by surprise.

you seem so sweet at first: innocent and kind as you wander around l’manberg, smiling at pretty much everyone who wanders by.

it’s pretty obvious to him you’re not all about the anarchy lifestyle, but he does make an attempt to at least say hi when you cross paths.

what’s not pretty obvious is seeing you amongst the smoke of the first l’manberg explosion, decked out in netherite armour.

pig boy is in SHOCK.

when? how? why? who?

you’re swinging your sword with precision, fighting the withers that HE’S set up with such confidence that it makes him forget what he’s actually there to do.

he disappears from the chaos, hauls up in the snowy tundra to catch his thoughts.

he doesn’t understand what it is that takes him by surprise, but it stays in his head for weeks.

he definitely asks phil to spy on you, to check up on what you’re doing as everyone tries to rebuild l’manberg again.

phil reports on your behaviour, noting that you often go into the woods at midnight to train.

well, techno can’t pass up on seeing this now, can he?

reminds me of techno spying on dream building his fake house LMAO.

techno is hidden behind the trees, watching you wrap your hands with white bandages to help you wield your sword better.

he’s literally in awe, especially when you start loading up a crossbow.

YOU? use a crossbow TOO?

after a couple nights you accidentally find him lurking in the woods lmao.

the two of you train together, meeting up at midnight like some sort of secret love affair.

it’s definitely lots of giggles and fun when he starts to teach you some of his tricks, him learning some of your own.

it becomes an unspoken friendship, despite the fact he blew up your home.

you’re eager to forget that once you two share a kiss one night, bodies wrapped up in the warmth of feeling as though you understand each other.

but that’s the thing: techno isn’t an easy man to understand.

and although the two of you share something, you both have different views on the world.

when dream threatens to blow up l’manberg again, you don’t expect to see techno there with his army of hounds.

it’s a kick to the face, every nerve in your body trembling as you try to fight the dogs instead of aiming for him like everyone else does.

it’s the battle of the withers where you get your moment to shine.

every bone in your body is pushing itself to stay alive, expertly taking down the withers until you end up finding techno.

you’re literally lunging at him, the two of you rolling across the battlefield with your swords at each other’s necks.

“i trusted you, techno!”

“the government broke your trust! not me!”

you’ve always been so strong around him, but there’s definitely lots of tears.

you have every opportunity to kill him: to finish what the butcher army couldn’t.

but as your sword nicks his skin, he sends you a look that sort of mocks you: he knows you won’t do it.

and he’s right.

you spend weeks locked up with your friends, living in snowchester with tubbo as somewhere to stay.

you’re angry with yourself: you should want him dead for what he did.

you don’t believe in anarchy, but a part of you does understand it, after all this time.

i think techno would be doubting himself: acting like it doesn’t hurt, but spending more time being quiet and just thinking.

it’s like a breakup, but you were never actually together.

one day you have enough of the radio silence, needing to find closure with the situation.

you end up sneaking out of snowchester one day, following brief directions that you’d overheard ranboo tell tubbo.

you end up outside the cabin, putting on a brave face.

you’re standing at the door, about to find the courage to knock when techno comes up the stairs, coughing to grab your attention.

very awkward.

you grab your sword out of instinct from being scared.

techno just smirks.

“you gonna fail to kill me again?”

defo shouldn’t have said that.

you both go rolling around the snow again, fighting in such a half-hearted way like you don’t actually want to hurt one another.

after awhile of aimless wrestling it ends up with the two of you just laying in the snow, looking up at the moonlight.

techno starts crying first, but it’s silent and short-lived.

“i missed you.”

“i missed you too, y/n.”

things don’t go back to how they were, but phil notices that you start hanging around the area a lot more.

no one back home understands why you’re there, and to be honest, neither do you!

you’ve always had this pent up energy you’ve needed to let out through fighting, and techno 100% understand that.

he tells you about the voices, and you start to help him let out his urges.

it’s definitely not a stable relationship you hold, but it’s enough for you both.

you never try to change who techno is, and he never does that either.

BUT you definitely come to a... mutual understanding of each other’s beliefs, even if the two of you are completely against it.

this agreement is mostly just made so the two of you can keep kissing.

phil says that, not me.

it’s also very true.

you both definitely use your pent up energy for other things too...

hey, it happens!

it never gets talked about though, you’re both too stubborn to acknowledge you actually like each other LOL.

overall your relationship gets somewhat restored, and the two of you partake in sparring, and other forms of training.

and if another war was to brew? you’d fight on opposite teams, only to reunite later on in secret for a night of “letting out your anger” as phil likes to call it... ;)

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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ᝰ ‧₊◜ # NAVIGATION !

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ of DREAMWVRLD

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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࿐໋₊ 𖤐 WITH YOU , FERAL BOYS X READER

“ hey girl, are you a regen pot? cause’ every time i look at you my hearts go up! ”

SUMMARY. in which sapnap and dream's childhood friend randomly texts them in their old group chat

RATING. sfw plot line , nsfw jokes

DISCLAIMER. the original version of this book is on wattpad! i decided to rewrite it on here because i'm kind of getting bored of that app.

PUBLISH DATE. march 29, 2021

MASTERLIST

━ ⸝⸝ ꒰ CHAPTER ONE !

TAGS LIST

@sushisoot @dreamwvrld @dillienotfound @vannawastaken @m1lkmandan @teenage0jealousy @anxiousredspiderlilies @just-a-stan @pinq-bug @smileyyuta @winterweirdo @awesamstan @danny-devitowo @fo-love @simonsbluee @losingvienna @amistakehadhappened @kiritokunuwu

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dillienotfound · 3 years

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PROMISE ME | technoblade

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by DREAMWVRLD

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ c!technoblade x fem!reader

summary: when techno’s hurt, he handles it himself. but one day he needs a helping hand, and you’re right there to care for him.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of violence/death (brief), scars/marks, mentions of blood/wounds, suggestive joke, lots of fluff, hurt and good ol’ comfort.

based on: where do we go from here? - ruelle

. ˚₊ 🪀꒱ a/n: hurt/comfort techno fic go brrrrr. thanks anon for the request! you can see the full request here!

EVERYONE knew that Technoblade was reckless.

It was evident from the way he moved, or wielded his blade— Although skilled with impossible precision and accuracy, he still lacked a sense of carefulness for his being.

The days and nights seemed to blend into one, many afternoons spent training for fights, or participating in the wars themselves.

And every time he returned, he ended up wounded.

When Techno had first let down his guard for you, he’d been hesitant about letting you tend to his wounds.

His body had been littered with scars, of various lengths and patterns that painted his skin, an ever-lasting reminder of many dark periods of his life.

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𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 - 𝙌𝙐𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙏𝙔

*. ⋆🥀 ꒱ quackity x fem!reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 &&. when going to a casino you would think cheaters would admit defeat, not here, and most definitely not him.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 &&. 1.2k

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 &&. she/her/hers

𝗧𝗪/𝗖𝗪 &&. alcohol, swearing

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗢𝗙 &&. poker face by lady gaga

*. ⋆🥀 ꒱ note !! this is an au ( alternative universe ) i created off the top of my head. its gambler quackity in honor of his new lore!!

Y/N grabbed the drink from the waiter walking by, giving him a smile as he went along his way. While her attention was focused on the waiter for a split second, the man in front of her pulled a card out of his sleeve.

In the mans mind he was sure that no one would notice. The dealers eyes were strictly focused to the cards, and his opponent, Y/N, was getting something to refresh herself. This left him in the perfect position to win. Or so he thought.

He pulled out an Ace from his secret stash. He previously used 1 Ace and she used 2. This leaves the game with 4 Ace’s making it look like nothing went wrong. The cards looked identical, only he would be able to tell. It was a match he was ready to win.

“Mr. Quackity, sir, please show the card you intend to use.” The dealer called out. A smirk appeared on the mans face. He grabbed the card from his deck, flipped it up dramatically, and placed it on the table, showing Y/n, the dealer, and all those watching what he had.

“Since Mr. Quackity placed an Ace of Hearts, that leaves him the winner. Miss L/N is in $5,000 of debt to Mr. Quackity.” The dealer finished. Quackity had a smirk on his face while Y/N had a plain expression, staring at her cards.

“May I ask you something, Mr. Quackity?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The people around the started to quiet down, curious as to what would happen. “Why yes of course.” He replied.

“You played a very good game, we had our ups and downs, but it was a very entertaining match.” She started, making her accent much more audible to those watching.

“I believe we did yes.” Mr. Quackity replied, arching one eyebrow in confusion. “There are 52 cards in a deck if I’m not mistaken. 4 sets of suits. 2 sets black and 2 sets red. 13 cards each. Am I correct Mr. Quackity?”

“Yes. This is basic information.” He replied, rather harshly. “No need to get snarky. Now moving on. There are 4 of the same cards, just different suits. 4 multiplied by 13 is 52 so it adds up. This means there are 4 aces.”

Mr. Quackity’s eyes slightly widened. It was a possibility that she knew, but there was no way. She wasn’t looking when he did it. It just wasn’t possible.

“The 4 cards are Ace of diamonds, Ace of clubs, Ace of spades, and Ace of hearts. I played diamonds and spades and you played clubs and hearts and I correct?” She continued, still not looking at him, her eyes glued to her cards being held in her hands.

“Yes.” He replied, looking at her cards. He only saw the print on the back, but he had an idea of what it was.

“You kept your left arm under the table the whole time, itching it non-stop. I noticed you had 3 cards before and once I got my drink you have 4. And you want to know what you played. The Ace of Hearts.” She said. A smirk was visible on her lips. She was enjoying this.

“Yes, I did play the Ace of Hearts.”

“See it’s funny you answer that, but not you gaining a card once I got my drink. You ended with 4 cards I ended with 3. But here’s the catch. In the game we used all 52. Yet we ended with 7 cards, that would not have been possible if we took our turns drawing and placing a card.” Y/N finished.

“What are you getting at?” He yelled at her, expecting her to flinch as his harsh tone. “Oh it’s simple. I think you cheated. And I just gave you the proof.” She replied, resting her eyes on his own. She let her hands reveal her cards, showing him the one thing that made him loose. The Ace of Hearts.

Gasps were heard from the crowd. The dealer has widened eyes and Quackity had his hands in his hair, wondering where he went wrong. "W-Well, due to recent evidence. The money that Miss L/N was in debt towards Mr. Quackity is now reversed, leaving Mr. Dubrovay in $5,000 worth of debt to Miss L/N.“ The dealer said, obviously shaken up over the events of the game.

Y/N gave her opponent a sweet smile, nodding her head slightly and walking over to the bar on her far right. She couldn’t help but smile over the events of the game. It was such a simple game, so why did he try so hard to win?

“What would you like to drink ma’am?” The man behind the bar asked, cleaning out a shot glass with a thin towel. “One shot of whiskey please.”

“Make it two.” Someone said to her left.

She recognized the voice. It was no surprise that when she turned her said she saw her opponent sat next to her. The pair had a thick line of tension between them, even a hot knife couldn’t cut through it.

It was the most silence Y/N had ever felt in a room full of drunken bastards, yelling at the workers and slurring on their words. She didn’t like it.

“You did good.” Said the man next to her. Y/N smiled as she tilted her head down. “Thank you, it was fairly easy. No offense but even a blind person could’ve seen past your bullshit.” She replied nonchalantly. Quackity chuckled at her words. “Still think you did well. Believe it or not some people cant figure out how they lost.” “Then maybe it was just luck, the fact I held the card you pulled out of your sleeve. Meer coincidence if you will.” Quackity bit the inside of his mouth, raising an eyebrow when she talked. Something about her was so intriguing. He took a sip of his whiskey, careful not to down it in one sitting. “So whats with the whole Quackity thing?” Y/N asked. “Fun little name I like to go by. Sometimes it’s best to go by a name that isn’t yours in places like these.” He responded, using his hands to gesture to the large casino they were in. “Then what is your name-if you mind telling me.” She continued, letting their banter play on. “You can call me Alex, I really couldn’t care. If anything with a play like yours you deserve to know my name.” “Oh so I deserve it?” She joked. Alex rolled his eyes at the girl, taking another swig of his drink. “Yeah you do. With the way you played you could eventually buy this whole casino!” He exclaimed. “That means I would need more opponents correct?” Y/N asked, already scheming an idea in her mind. “Well yes but-” “Round 2? Same game but no cheating.” Y/N offered, sticking her hand out to the man, having a smile on her face. Alex clasped his hand into hers, getting off of his barstool. “Absolutely.”

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