#technoblade x reader fluff

[squishycheekanon]

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.”

[average-vibe]

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 :)

[nerdysleepybunny]

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)

Like

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☁️🩷

[rkay07]

The One Who Speaks

C!Technobladex Fem!Reader

(You and Techno used to be best friends until he developed a crush on you now suddenly 10 years have passed and all you want is a glimpse of him)

Warnings - A/N: Physical Touch, Make-out session but nothing too heated.

FLUFF!

Word Count: 2.5k

Traveling to Philza’s place for your monthly visit was a nice time to reflect, maybe to do something different, maybe don’t travel through the ocean with nothing but your backpack until you come across a shipwreck to make a boat. Yeah, reflecting. Visiting Philza gave you a sense of peace, hearing his stories, seeing he’s doing alright after everything, seeing it’s possible to move on from things you thought would be forever. He gives you hope that one day you might move on from your own problems, like being alone 24/7, traveling to pass the time, and having this stupid “crush” on Technoblade. When you were pre-teens he all of a sudden stopped paying attention to you and all you could do was accept it, you left him in the dust on your horse, sent away to live with your aunt that was hundreds of miles away. You only started visiting Phil when you heard about the town being blown up, you wanted to make sure he was ok. He was like family to you, so one year ago you decided to make the trip to see him and now you go once a month to catch up. When you first went the first thing you asked him was, “Is Techno ok?” He smiled and shook his head softly, “Y/n, you know him…” he walked to the table you were sitting at with two mugs of tea in his hands, “Technoblade never dies.” You smiled with him, “I don’t know him now but yes. He never dies.” He pressed his lips together at your comment, putting one of the mugs in front of you. You thanked him, and picked it up to warm your hands, “Where is he, if you don’t mind me asking?” Phil looked at you with pity written all over his face, “I don’t mind and remember that, but darling I’m going to be honest with you.” He sighed looking down at his mug, “I haven’t seen him in weeks, he rarely speaks to me anymore…” Your eyes widened, you felt a rush of coldness washed over you. You became cold to the touch even with the hot cup in your hands, “I take that back actually,” You looked up from the mug, ready to take anything he had of Techno, “He checks on me from time to time, sometimes even spends the night but he walks around like I’m not there.” Your eyes soften at his words, sorry for what’s happened between them. You looked at his free hand, taking it into yours and squeezing it, “I’m sure he has his reasons.” He nods, flashing a quick smile. You were worried but you “knew” Techno and he would never neglect someone or something unless he had a reason to but you still questioned it when it came between you and him.

You were still miles away from Philza’s house, and wondering if you might have taken a wrong turn somewhere. You slow your horse down and take a look at your map, glancing in all directions trying to see anything familiar, then you see a landmark that’s on the map. You exhale, the anxiety dissipating as you put the map back into your bag. You snap the reins to walk again when you see a shadow on the ground, a shadow that could only be made if it was in the air. You have your horse come to a complete stop, sliding off and looking at the shadow then up into the sky. A bird was flying high in the sky, making circles around you. You whistle, bringing it down to you. The bird lands and you notice it was a crow! All you could think were negative thoughts, hoping to God that Phil was okay. You pull some seeds out of your side bag, pouring some on the ground for the crow. The crow hops over and sets a scroll down before pecking at the pile of seeds. You pick the scroll up, standing to look at it better.

My dearest Y/n, you’re probably worried that something’s happened to me but I couldn’t be better, I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’ll be having company over while you're on your way. I don’t know how far you are but I hope you aren’t too far. I would like you to see them before they have to go, Love Phil.

You smile down at the lovely note, thinking that Tommy might have been there but you have talked to him before at Phil’s house so who could it be. You ponder on it for quite a moment before your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

It could be Techno, you thought.

You roll the scroll back up and put it in your bag, seeing the wonderful crow ate all the seeds up, you chuckle and decide to give him more just out of likeness of the note. You get up on your horse, snapping the reins one last time before setting off to Phil’s house, which wasn’t more than a few miles away.

You see Phil’s house appear in the distance, grinning and kicking at your horse to go faster for this last stretch. All you could think about was possibly seeing Techno, finally locking eyes with him after all these years. You slow your horse down as you approach his house, hopping off before he even comes to a complete stop. You shake dust out of your hair and pat yourself down before knocking on the door. You knock on the door and wait for someone to open it for you. You turn around to your horse that’s neighing at you from behind, you try your best to shush him but he decides to be stubborn after a long and hard ride. You wave him off as the door clicks, you whip your head around to meet Tommy, “Tommy!” You yell, “Ay!” Tommy yells back pointing finger guns at you. You smile at him, raising your arms up to hug him. Laughing as he picks you up and spins you around in the house. Closing the door as he sets you down, “Come on, I want you to see someone.” He says, too fast for you to understand but grabs your hand just as quickly as he spoke pulling you towards the kitchen. Light-headed from the laughing and spinning you stumble behind him, trying to not fall to the ground. He slows down, walking into the kitchen. You keep your hand in his, waiting to see the one and only Techno but when you round the corner you’re met with a transparent figure, almost shiny with the sun beaming through it. You narrow your eyes as it turns around, “Guess you weren’t expecting me?” It says, you’re left speechless, mostly trying not to cry. It was Wilbur. Phil told you about the war, when Wil told him to kill him. Holding back tears, you cover your mouth, “Wil?” You knew it was him but you had to make sure. He nods, making you whimper. You walk up to him knowing you would go right through but you wanted to be close. You breathe out as you look at his face, so dark and light. You raise your hands, roaming the air where his face would be but all you could feel was freezing air. He brings his hands to your wrists, marking them with cold rings. You chuckle softly as tears fall from your face, trying to smile but wince at the every-longing want of his hands in yours. He was such a big inspiration of yours but when you heard he had turned evil it was hard to think of him highly. But then, you heard of his death and it shattered you. When you were little, he was always there for you, especially when Techno started to grow distinct, he was there. You missed him so much but now seeing him, his presence, you finally had closure.

You take a deep breath in and let it out, keeping your eyes on him as you step away. Walking backwards to Tommy, you look at Wilbur one last time as he waves at you. You give him a small wave back before he dissipates into thin air. You turn around to bury your face into Tommy's chest, he hugs you back with watery eyes. You could hear him sniffling, you chuckle, “It’s ok Tommy, he’s in a better place now.” He rubs his eyes and scoffs, “What do you mean, I know that, why wouldn’t I know that. I mean look at me.” You remove your face from his chest, as you look up at him, “I know you needed that as much as I did.” He scoffs again, “No I didn’t, I was perfectly fine without him.” You laugh, making him laugh too, as he shakily breathes in and out, “Oh, how I missed him.” You wipe tears off your face, “Me too Tommy, me too.”

You and Tommy were sitting at the kitchen table laughing when the both of you hear the side door open and loud boots fill the house as they stomp off whatever was on them. You look at Tommy with confusion but all he does is smile, making you even more confused. A loud nauseated voice booms through the hallway, “Hey Phil there’s a random horse eating snow in the front, it has a bunch of stuff on it too-” The giant stops in his tract, this time very real. When he sees you, he pulls his mask down from his face, “Y/n?” You stand up, your eyes not believing it, your mind not believing it, but your heart does. Your heart believes it’s really him, it’s really Technoblade. You clear your throat, not sure what to say, “Uh- hey-” You were always speechless around him, never knowing what to say, how to say it. He takes a step closer as he pulls his gloves off, “Uh…” He couldn’t speak either, his eyes were roaming your body, he wanted them to do all the talking. You and Techno stand there in place just looking at each other for a good moment.

Tommy stands up, making sure to make as much noise as possible, “Hey big guy, how was work-” Techno leans down to Tommy ear’s, “Get out.” Tommy mouths ok and walks off to the front door, saluting at you. You watched him as he walked and saluted back at him. You put your gaze back on Techno noticing he was a little closer than before. You don’t think you can hold it in anymore but with it being 10 years, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. You watch him as he stops just a couple feet away from you, your breathing becomes heavy, heat rushes to your cheeks. You open your mouth to speak but nothing except a chuckle comes out, he watches you look at the ground and to the side looking out the window. Every inch of you is on his mind, he takes his hand and brings it to your chin to draw your attention back to him. You look at him with doe eyes, thinking about all the times he looked at you with those same charming eyes. You pull away though not wanting to get too close, not wanting to feel the same urge you felt when you were just a kid. You look away towards the window for a second but he pulls you back, now arm around your waist and hand on your chin, keeping your eyes on him.

You find it hard to not look at him with your faces only inches apart, his long pink hair falling over his shoulder and into his face. You cave in finally, your eyes traveling his face for it has been too long since you’ve seen him, “Techno…” You breathe out, his breathing becoming just as heavy as yours. You find the back of his neck with one hand and the back of his shoulder with the other. Gripping at his shirt, he looks down at your lips, “Why did I wait so long?” Your heart flutters at his words as they roll off his lips and onto your own. You mouth I don’t know, giving him a weak smile. His lips part as he moves his hand from your chin to your cheek, running it along once before diving into a deep kiss. You took a breath before his lips crashed down on yours, interlocking your fingers in his hair. He pushes you against the table a little rough, “Sorry.” he says in between a kiss. You couldn’t care less about being rammed into a table but you loved that he cared for you, “It’s ok.” You whisper, keeping the kiss going and placing your hands on the table to brace yourself. He slowly snakes his tongue into your mouth as he finds your hands and intertwines them with his. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue roaming your mouth, you grip his hands tight, making him moan. He continues to kiss you like it was the last time you were ever going to see each other, touch each other. But he wasn’t going to let that happen, he wasn’t going to pull himself away from you ever again. He wanted you more than ever before, finally having you in his arms.

You slowly start to pull away but Techno wants one more long kiss before accepting your movement, resting his head on your shoulder. He needed that break as much as you did, his breath raspy and deep on your neck. You wrap your arms around him, as he does the same. You look up to the ceiling with tears in your eyes, happy tears. Happy that you finally get to express your loving feelings to this hunk of stoicness. He glides his touch from your waist to the back of your legs, picking you up and putting you on the table with no effort. You gasp when he picks you up, looking deep into his eyes to find love and affection. He pulls you as close as possible, making you wrap your arms and legs around him. You rest your forehead on his, smiling and giggling. He couldn’t help but do the same. Your smiles always gave him warmth, from his ear tips to his toes. He always liked that about you and it has never changed, even after all these years his memory of you has never faded. He leans back so he can see you better, scanning for any new details.

He cups your cheeks and rubs his thumbs on your skin. He’s hot to the touch, making you want to melt in his arms. A single tear falls from your eye, he’s quick to gently wipe it away, kissing where the droplet was then kissing your forehead. He looks down at you, taking an impossible step towards you, “I’ve loved you for too long, to give up,” He pauses and glances at your lips, “I’ll make it my life’s mission to never let you go…again.” Your breath hitches, you couldn’t believe he was saying this to you, finally. You let out a breath with a big smile and your head vigorously nodding at his remark. He smiles back with a sigh of relief escaping from his lips. He picks you up and spins you around for a moment then plants you on your feet. Your arms still wrapped around his neck, you give him a couple of nice soft pecks on his chapped lips. You were forever happy to have him by your side now, even if he had to work. The both of you hear the side door open, “Techno! I need your help with the hay bales!” Philza’s voice rang through the house before you both heard the door close and footsteps went down the outside stairs. You look up at him and pout. His eyes narrow down the hall towards the side door, “He can wait.” Before you know it you're off up the stairs to the spare bedroom Techno sleeps in, making sure to lock the door behind him.

[starofficx]

heyy, do you think you could do a scenario for Quackity with a reader that's a nurse ?

Yeah, of course! I'm sorry if this will be shit, I haven't wrote for ages and only just started posting my stories i've written on paper online. But I will try my best to come up with something, ENJOYY xxx.

"Quackity, you have to stop hurting yourself." I start, "I swear, I see you twice as much as i did before." Quackity sighs at your statement, "I know Mi amor, it's just-" I snap my fingers in has face. "No. You do not call me that. I'm simply your nurse. nothing more. I have to focus on making sure you live everyday." 'I don't know what i'd do without seeing you in my office. seeing your smile. it always lightens my day.' I thought to myself. I didn't realise I had started tearing up until I found quackity wiping my tears off with his thumb. "Mi amor?" he asked. "What happened?"

Everyday, Quackity would get into some sort of trouble to try and get into the hospital

He purposely hurt himself, just to see her

Each time he gets sent in, he gets this silly look on his face.

Seeing each other is definitely both of their favorite parts of the day

Every time quackity leaves, the nurse gives Quackity his favourite candy

Quackity definitely always tries to pick up a flower for her on the way.

When Quackity gets bored in the room, he tries his hardest to think of pick up lines to use on her. she laughs every time.

Sometimes, when Quackity hurts himself really bad. The nurse curses him out in spanish as she puts bandages on him.

Quackity definitely taught her how to speak it when they had nothing more to talk about.

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[mcytcares]

Hiiiii, how are you?

Can you maybe do a OSMP Techno with wolf reader?

Have a good day/nighy

sure thing, anon! i did a short one-shot for this, if that's ok! fun fact: the google doc name for this is "bunnyblade and the big, not-so-bad, wolf". hope you're having a good day!!

OSMP TECHNOBLADE AND WOLF READER

Type - One-shot

Platonic

Origins SMP

Note - This involves the OSMP character only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :]

Warnings - N/A

Word Count - 947

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You stalk amongst the low, apple-burdened branches of the orchard trees. The shade lets you cool down from the sweltering summer heat, beating down in a shimmering haze. You keep yourself low as you move listlessly between the trees, ears pricked warily. If one were to see you like this, they'd think you were dangerous- stalking prey. In truth, you were more like a sheep in wolf's clothing. Your wolf hybrid lineage passed onto you heightened senses, as well as wolf ears and a tail, and sharp teeth fit for eating meat. You were more than your frightening appearance however- a kindly forager who enjoyed dark furs, the smell of pine trees, and cooking. You only hunted when you needed to- arrows piercing through the air to fire upon a stray buck or an unsuspecting rabbit.

Unsuspecting rabbit, your mind echoed. You watched through the foliage as Technoblade- the bunny hybrid-turned-farmer- dug his trowel into the dirt. He sprinkled carrot seeds into a row of shallow holes, set on planting and nothing else. Off to his side, a basket of carrots. A bountiful harvest. He turned his back to you, bending down to place dirt back over the seeds. You inched closer, ever curious. While you've never formally interacted with the bunny hybrid, you admired his diligence to his work. He seemed to enjoy it, even, looking proudly upon the rows of newly planted carrots. You've never been a farmer- disinterest in vegetables and most fruits lended to that. However, that didn't mean you weren't interested in how exactly the process happened. Technoblade seems to take to farming as easy as breathing. Like it was his whole life. You guessed it was- you'd come by a few times and he was always there, planting carrots.

You didn't want to seem creepy, snooping around- not at all! You were simply just too shy and awkward to approach. The farmer seemed so absorbed in his work, you didn't want to bother him. Still, curiosity tempts the cat- or the wolf, technically- and the cat gives in to curiosity.

One more step, and a branch shudders and snaps underfoot. It makes you pause, shoulders tensing up to your chin. Technoblade stills, caught in the motion of digging. His ears twitch and swivel, trying to capture the source of the noise. You hold your breath, suddenly anxious. You shouldn't be afraid- you know you really have no reason to- but you are. After all, you're about to be caught sneaking around Technoblade's farm!

He half turns, eyeing the tree line. "I know you're there," he says, steady voice breaking the silence. Sheepishly, you step out of the shade and into the sun.

"Hello," you greet, voice hushed and warbling, "sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I was just, ah, watching you work!" You're sweating because of the heat. Totally.

Technoblade gives you a dubious look, one eyebrow raising. It's like he can see right through you!

"I don't- I mean-" You scramble to save yourself from your own awkwardness, "I really like your work ethic! It's admirable! And I was interested in learning how to farm." That's not necessarily true, but if it would get you in his good graces, then you were going to ride this train to the end.

He turns to you fully, tugging at the straw hat atop his head. Your eyes connect and— wow, his eyes are intense. You find yourself unable to look away as he mulls over your words, rocking his weight on one leg. His hands and knees are muddied with dirt, appropriate for a farmer. He wipes one hand on his overalls, using it to tap his chin in thought.

"Hrmm… well, I suppose that's not such a bad compliment. But flattery isn't gettin' you anywhere, 'specially if you want any of these carrots." He looks possessively back at his carrots, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Huh?" You blurt out. Your hands move on their own, defensively coming up and waving around. "Nnoo, no, no! Really, I do admire your work. And– and…" You trail off.

"And?" The bunny hybrid prompts.

"And I think you're the best farmer– ever–! I want to learn from you!" You exclaim.

Technoblade looks at you. And laughs.

It's this low, rumbling chuckle that crescendos into a near cackle. You're left stupefied as he thumps his foot on the ground, getting all the giggles out.

When he's finally done, he looks up at you, a half-smile on his lips. "'Course I'm the best farmer ever," he says, "I'm one of the only farmers around. Nobody's got me beat when it comes to farming. But… If you really wanna learn…"

Techno walks over to a basket full of carrots, still sprinkled with dirt, fresh from the ground. He plucks one out, breaks off a half, and proffers it to you.

"Consider this my metaphorical olive branch," he rumbles. His eyes, you notice, are a carmine red made vibrant in the light of the sun. "Show of good will an' all. I'll teach you, and you stop snoopin' around here."

You take it, slowly, hesitantly, turning it over in your hand. Just a regular old carrot.

"Promise you'll teach me?" You ask.

"Promise," Techno replies.

You take a bite. Crunch.

Techno smiles.

[dreamcatcherrs]

all too well; c!technoblade x reader

!PLEASE READ!

this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)

+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)

++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess

stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.

a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.

"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.

once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

[awooga-llama]

The Beach

Technoblade x NB! child reader

Hello guys, I'm back. I was going to do this one as a bonding with Techno but then I imagined Wilbur being the cool uncle and that led us here, enjoy!

Not proof read/edited

The young (Y/N) had quickly gotten over the cold and returned to their usual routine of wreaking havoc on the family. Tommy couldn’t even keep up with the toddler and he was the youngest besides Techno’s child.

“(Y/N), Uncle is tired. Can we stop playing chase and sit down instead?” Tommy had his hands on his knees, panting heavily. The toddler ran at him and wrapped their arms around his neck, leaning against him giggling.

"Okay Uncle. We can rest for a bit." (Y/N) smiled at Tommy letting him go so he could sit on his knees. The blonde's arms wrapped around the child as he pulled them close for a hug. He gently swung (Y/N) back and forth telling the kid how much he loves them. He tickled them and they squirmed and laughed until the door swung open revealing Techno, Wilbur, and Philza. They all had shopping bags in their arms since they had just gotten back from the town market.

"DADA!" (Y/N) yelled in a high pitch, they escaped from Tommy's arms and ran at their Father. Techno put the bags down and caught the wild toddler picking them up and giving them a kiss on the forehead, smiling widely. Nobody would ever get to see this side of him except his family and that's what made the moment so special.

"How has my little orphan been?" He asked while the child snuggled closer to him, laying their head on the white fluff of his cape.

"They've been good overall. Attempted to get into cookie dough in the fridge, tried to run outside a gazillion times, and wouldn't take their nap, other than all that though (Y/N) was an angel." Tommy replied standing up, his knees popping leaving him a satisfying tingle afterwards. Wilbur and Philza put down their bags near the couch and took off their shoes. (Y/N) wiggled a bit in Techno's arms trying to peek in the bags that they had. The child patted their father on the back and he set them down onto the floor. (Y/N) crawled quietly towards the bags and peered inside. There were colourful towels, plastic sea shaped things, bottles of sunscreen, and all kinds of other beach themed objects. Wilbur watched the child dig through the bags while the other three boys talked. Everyone was in the living room minus them two. Everything was good.

Wilbur and (Y/N) tested out a few of the beach toys seeing they didn't work as well without sand, so the man decided to leave for the beach early with (Y/N) without telling anyone. He helped the toddler into their newly bought bathing suit that had little tnt designs and changed into his brown shorts shortly after that the two made their escape out the back door. Wilbur and the child hand in hand walked to the beach.

(Y/N) looked everywhere, enjoying everything around them. It was a nice day too, not too hot or too cold. The sun was shining on everyone, and their skin glistened like diamonds in the sunlight. Wilbur stopped for a second to admire the view in a new pair of sunglasses and (Y/N) tugged at his hand.

"Uncle can you let me have a turn?" They questioned innocently. Wilbur chuckled and nodded allowing the child to put on the shades to look into the sky, advising that they don't look directly at the Sun. They stood on the edge watching as other children played with each other. (Y/N)'s voice snapped Wilbur out of his trance.

"Are we gonna have to play with those people, Wilby? (Y/N) asked, sounding hesitant, almost as if he were going to be mad at them for asking something like that. Wilbur shook his and began walking in the opposite direction of the people.

"Jelly, we don't have to associate with anybody because let's face it, not liking to socialize runs in the family, I'm not sure how it skipped both Grandad Phil and Uncle Tommy." (Y/N) nodded and smiled, grabbing Wilbur's left hand and pulling at it, running towards the empty plot of sand and ocean.

As soon as the two had reached the beach, (Y/N) ran straight to the water. Wilbur chased them and scooped them up into his arms the both of them spinning in a circle.

"You need sunscreen silly, 'sides you can't go into the water before we put your floaties on you." The brunette booped the young ones nose and began the fight of plastering the kid with sunscreen and inflatable arm floaties. (Y/N) sat by an abandoned sandcastle and watched Wilbur put his own sunscreen on his body.

"Ready to get in the water?" The lanky man excitedly exclaimed sitting beside them on the sand.

"Mhmm." (Y/N) nodded climbing off of the sandcastle with Wilbur supporting them.

After some time playing in the shallow end, other beach visitors came over to their area. (Y/N) was being dragged around by the other kids splashing them in the water. After an hour of forced socializing the child managed to escape. They really did take after their father.

"Can you teach me how to swim Wilby?" (Y/N) asked out of the blue, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Of course! Come here kiddo." He picked up the toddler and walked towards the water where a group of adult fish surrounded them. (Y/N) grabbed hold of Wilbur's pinky with their chubby fingers as he went to stand by them, the three year old still held in his arms.

"Hello fishy, this is uncle Wilby and I'm (Y/N)." The fish stayed nearby swimming in circles and Wilbur bowed to the fish.

"Let's make you the most famous mermaid ever!" He held the child above the water to where their belly would touch first. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock but they didn't struggle out of his grasp. Wilbur started singing making up different songs for the fish.

"You'll be the most beautiful mermaid ever. Mermaids sing the best song there is." He continued singing and when the song ended, (Y/N) clapped happily. Before no time the man had taught the child to swim, and all his instructions were done in song. When Wilbur lifted (Y/N) higher away from the fish, the fish swam closer, bumping their heads into the little one's chin, causing them to giggle uncontrollably. One particular fish bumped into Wilbur's stomach, causing him to stumble backward, falling on his butt. Wilbur got back up looking at (Y/N) in surprise then at the child who wasn't laughing anymore. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was gone, and he began to panic. Wilbur screamed the child's name over and over, diving into the water and looking for the kid. He felt a grab at his ankle and freaked. When it finally came up, the thing that touched him, it was his littlest child (Y/N), who wanted to play a prank on him. He scolded them for that trick but took it easy on them after tears began to form in their (Y/E/C) eyes.

The sun was setting and the two headed off towards home.

They were quiet for most of the trip, but when they got home, (Y/N) was still sad because they had left their favourite spot. They followed Wilbur up to his room, which had lots of toys in it, along with his bed. Tommy and Philza were out dealing with sonething and Techno working in his office. The three of them did get angry with Wilbur for disappearing out of nowhere with the child but got over it soon.

"Come on little duckie. Let's play a bit more." He picked up the child again and they ran into Wilbur's bedroom, jumping up on his big bed.

"Now, lets see where we can play." The brunette said putting the little one on his lap. He sat with his legs crossed and leaned on the arm of the chair so he could watch (Y/N) as they threw blocks at eachother. They were silent the entire time minus the occasional chorus of laughter. (Y/N) was concentrating on throwing the blocks and hitting the target with great force. The last block they hit landed in between the wall and the bed and bounced off landing right under the wardrobe.

"(Y/N), we're going to have to change the wallpaper for that." He spoke as the little one climbed off of him and opened the wardrobe, they took a deep breath and opened it slowly. They froze seeing the many stuffed animals that were hanging from the hangers. (Y/N) was about to start crying again.

"Don't cry sweetheart." Wilbur cooed placing his finger on (Y/N)." Tommy had to do something like that in Wilbur's room, it was some sort of prank war going on. It was nearing 23:00 hours when Techno opened the door to Wilbur's room to fetch his child but he seen the two passed out wearing tiaras and smeared makeup on their faces he decided to let them be for the night.

"Goodnight my Orphan. Goodnight Wilbur." He whispered and then shut the door.

[rapid-looser]

When C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Niki and C!Technoblade would grab your hand:

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

a/n: This is a mix of a hc and fic, it can be viewed as romantic or platonic although they're is some romantic pet names, feel free to send an ask, and enjoy!

Requested?: Yes/No

TW: Mentions of Burns, Lava, Explosions and fighting

DreamWasTaken:

•It'd be set when technoblade and him were blowing up L'manburg

• You'd be waiting outside the walls, waiting for dream to return

•Once the tnt started dropping, he'd try to get to you quickly to pull you away from the area

•The reason he told you to wait near the walls was so he doesn't loose you in the crowd of people in L'manburg

•He also didn't trust you being by yourself just in case someone tried to take one of your lives

•Once he reaches you, He'd quickly grab your hand, get you on his horse and get away from the commotion

"Love, we have to head out, it's going to blow up any second". He'd say loud enough for you to hear, before putting you on his horse. The sound of explosions started going off, He'd give Sapnap and George a nod before he got on the horse himself. He can deal with the war later, his main concern is making sure you don't get hurt from any of this.

C!Sapnap:

•It's set when quackity visits Kinoko Kingdom where him and Karl proceed to fighting

•Lets just say the fight was set at night

•So you were asleep and you got woken up by the fighting

•That was the one thing Sapnap was hopping didn't happen

•The thing that made him stop fighting with those two was the sound of a door opening and a groan from you

•He wandered over to you, grabbed your hand softly and guided you back into his house away from the yelling

As the sound of a door creaking open followed by an annoyed groan was heard by sapnap, his attention was quickly drawn from the fight to you. Not only did you wake up from his yelling, he promised he wouldn't wake you up again. While you were halfway out the door, he walked up to you, grabbed your hand softly but with enough force to guide you where he was going. "You shouldn't be up at this time, it's late" He'd softly say while taking you back to his room, "M' Sorry for waking you up again, go sleep in my room, I'll sort this out soon, promise", Soon enough the fighting disappeared as you drifted to sleep.

C!Niki:

•She was busy all day, everytime you tried to take to her, she would be talking to someone else

•When you could finally talk to her, it was helping her bake

•Now she wanted to spend time with you she really did.

•While you were talking to her, you were also getting something hot out of the furnace

•The only problem was you accidentally burnnt yourself on the coal

•She's instantly dropping everything she was doing

•She'd grab your hand with enough force to make you almost fall

•She's running your hand under cold water and getting some healing potions for the burnt part of your hand

•After she knows your not in pain, she feels so guilty

The sound of a tray dropping echoes through the bakery, She dropped it after she heard you cuss quite loudly in pain. She's beside you in a few seconds, grabbing your hand where the skin in a nasty shade of red. She quickly pulls on your arm, pulling you towards the sink, after your near the sink she turns on the water. "Hon, Stay there, I'll be back in a minute" She said before disappearing somewhere. A few minutes pass and she comes back with a potion of healing and come bandages, she quickly pours a bit onto the cut, before the covering it up in bandages. "I'm so sorry hon, I should've got the cookies out the furnace myself" she whispered as she rubs your hand where the burn is softly.

C!Technoblade:

•He took you with him to do some trading in the nether since he didn't like the idea of you going alone

•While he was trading, you wandered off a bit because you saw a baby strider

•You were still where he could see you of course

•He goes to show you a trade he just got and sees you near lava where the strider is.

"Darlin', Come look at what I just got" He said while turning around only to see you near lava. You were petting the baby strider, still on the netherack, but the strider kept going further into the lava pool to keep warm. As you kept leaning over further to pet it, You quickly lost your footing from leaning too far over and your about to fall into the lava. Lucky for you technoblade was behind you, he grabbed the back of your shirt before you could fall into the lava. "Were you tryna become a hybrid by going into the lava now?" He asked with extreme sarcasm while pulling you back towards him."Haven't I told you not to get too close to lava? This is exactly why". He ended the trip short and you were in for a long lecture, but he just wanted to make sure your safe, he just doesn't know how to express it.

[itsonlydana]

Heyo Dana :D you have the same name as one of my irl friends lol, anyways can I get a sbi + winged little sibling reader? Like maybe hybrid school au and their the only winged hybrid so they feel a bit out of place or smth- idk it's just an idea I needed out of my brain. Anyways have a good day and make sure you drink some water and eat something!!

"those who don't mind matter"➷ sleepy bois inc

➛ pairing: c!sbi & winged sibling!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: being the only winged hybrid in your new school took a toll on your self-confidence, but that is nothing that can't be fixed by some good old cuddling on the couch with your family

➛ words: 2,1k

➛ tags/warnings: fluff, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, swearing

➛ an: your friend is like soo cool because of that name! I apologize for how long it took me to write this- tbh i lost motivation to write sbi for a while but now i finally sat down and wrote it in one go. Hope you enjoy it anon!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

you were never insecure about your wings - how could you be when from an early age you were praised by your family for them and any insecurity was smothered in the bud before they could even sprout

even if three of your older brothers were wingless, they tried their best so that you would not feel different. You loved each other for your differences

especially in the early days when your wings were growing and you had to learn how to use them, you did not feel alone, for Phil walked every step with you by his hand and guided you through all the new and unfamiliar things that he had to go through as well

he gave you flying lessons with Techno, Will and Tommy cheering you on from the ground (and rushing to help when it looked like you were going to crash)

all four of them helped you preen your wings, a task each of them performed with care, pride and honor. It was hard for you to groom your wings alone, but as soon as you realized it was time again, all you had to do was sit in front of one of your brothers, and immediately they knew what to do

it was relaxing and strengthened the bond and trust between you all the more, made you feel like family even if you were not blood related

when the invitation to Hybrid School came, Phil was the most excited and raved about the wonderful memories of his school days filled with friendships and adventures. You just had to bring up the subject and a dreamy smile spread across his face and his gaze disappeared into the distance

even if you weren't sure what it would be like to be in a new environment with complete strangers and to be away from your family for several hours a day, Phil was happy enough for both of you - besides, things couldn't be all that bad

The front door clicked into place with a barely audible "clack," and the handle was released as quietly as it could be with that creaky thing. It seemed to work, because the clatter of dishes from the kitchen didn't stop, nor did the clamor of Tommy and Will from the brightly lit living room. You would have to pass both rooms to walk up the stairs to your own bedroom, and so you stopped indecisively in the dark hallway, the straps of your backpack clutched tightly in your hands. 

From the smells coming from the kitchen, Phil was probably cooking your favorite meal, just as he had promised you: "After your first day of school, I'll cook you whatever you want and then you can tell us how great it was!" You were looking forward to finally being able to wish for dinner without Tommy complaining, but now you weren't sure if you would be able to eat a single bite; even swallowing was difficult because of the lump in your throat. And then there were the rocks in your stomach and the loss of appetite, despite the prospect of your favorite freshly cooked meal that Phil must have gone to extra trouble for today. 

You leaned slightly to the side, brushing off your one shoe with one foot and then the other, pushing the pair you'd already worn through to the pile of other shoes lying around in front of the shoe rack where only Phil's shoes were on the otherwise empty bars. Unfortunately, in doing so, you stepped on one of the floor ledges, which groaned loudly enough at even the slightest touch to wake the whole house. Tense, you held your breath.

"(y/n)?" you heard Phil call over the rumbling that was coming from the living room.

Crap

Before you could answer, the blond was already poking his head into the hallway, as expected a gleam on his face that made your worry of disappointing him run cold down your neck. "I didn't hear the door at all. Take off your jacket and come in, dinner's almost ready. You don't even have to help anymore, just sit at the table. I'm sure you can't wait to tell us about your day, we're all very excited mate!" 

During his flow of words you could hardly look Phil in the eye. Instead, you dropped your backpack on the floor. For a moment you considered storming up the stairs and fabaricading your door. If you didn't get out, the others couldn't get in either, and you wouldn't have to answer any questions, and you wouldn't have to get out tomorrow!

The plans you made in your mind were thwarted by two giants rushing out of the living room, because suddenly you found yourself in the arms of Will and Tommy and how could you keep your dams up? 

A sob drowned out every sound and silenced the excited questions of your brothers and one sob was followed by another and within seconds you were pressing your tear stained face against Will's familiar yellow sweater. It happened in a matter of seconds, the crash in the kitchen as Phil dropped everything and stormed into the hallway. Even Techno's room door on the second floor opened, even if he couldn't possibly have heard the crying, and flew down the stairs.

"What happened? Did something happen?" asked Techno, visibly ready to take on anyone who was even slightly to blame for your condition.

"(y/n), hey everything is fine," Will tried to reassure you, one arm wrapped around you and the other patting your head lovingly. You didn't want to let go of him at all, your hands were clasped behind his back in an attempt to feel caught again after a day of completely out of control situations. 

"School was awful," your tears quickly soaked the sweater, as soon as you started crying you couldn't hold anything back. All day you had been suppressing these feelings, trying not to let on how overwhelmed you felt being alone in this new environment and now that you were back with your family it was impossible to keep these walls up. Their love was overpowering, you didn't want to hide from them. 

A meaningful silent conversation took place over you between your brothers, after which you stepped from the dark hallway into the warmth of your living room - you continuing to press against Will, for you dared not look Phil in the eye. 

A cool glass of water and a shuffling around on the couch until everyone had found their place, later, you told your family about the day you'd just had. You began by saying how impressed you were with the old walls of the castle, which had served as a school for hybrids of all kinds for centuries now, and how you couldn't take your eyes off the battlements, sloping towers, and magical-looking courtyard. However, the magic of the castle and the feeling of being a part of something big and secret faded as soon as you stepped into the hall with all the other first-years and quickly realized that you were the only one with magnificent feathers. Of course, there were fairy hybrids whose fragile glassy wings glistened in the sunlight, and there had been a group of older dragon hybrids with gigantic leathery wings that could fling you into the air with a powerful push, but no one was like you. You had been startled to realize that....

"I was completely alone," you finished your narration, and again quickly drank a sip of water before tears could once again make their way up. With that burden lifted from your shoulders for the time being, you leaned against Phil to your right, exhausted. He didn't look disappointed at all, you noticed from the angle you were resting on his shoulder, much more sympathetic and as he looked down at you a warm smile played around his lips. 

Tommy, sitting next to Phil with the armrest at his back and his legs intertwined like a pretzel, again screwed up his face. "But just because no one else has wings like yours, doesn't mean you're alone! There are a lot of kids and really none of these thousands wanted to be friends with you?"

"Can't get more insensitive than that, can you?", Will clicked his tongue before poking you in your left side. "You can never expect too much from your first day. Most people are overwhelmed with it anyway because it's new and unfamiliar. Don't let it get you down that you haven't found anyone to get into mischief with yet. I'm sure that will come once you all get settled." Even though he was right somewhere, you didn't dare approach anyone either, it was different. 

Remembering back to the introductions in your class, how everyone had some friend or sat together in groups. "No one will want to talk to me," you sighed, raising your glass only to mumble in it as you drank, "Not after one of the cool guys said I looked like a pulled chicken."

"HE DID WHAT?" Techno's previously quiet voice filled the room like a thunderclap, sudden and loud enough to make you flinch. The pink-haired man's red eyes were able to pierce a hole through you with the sharpness in them, and you were glad that the anger wasn't really directed at you, otherwise you would have been guaranteed to run for the hills by now. Techno's back was pushed straight through, his thighs strained, and he looked like it was costing him everything not to jump up from his usually comfortable position next to Will. Will, however, didn't really look calm either, his soft gaze had become hard and he gritted his teeth under his tense jaw. 

You looked from the twins, who looked more alike than ever at that moment, to Tommy. His jaw lay ready to be picked up from the floor. 

One hand rested on your thigh, the other under your chin, turning your head so that you looked at Phil. He spoke your name softly, quietly and gently and full of warmth that put a band-aid on all the wounds of the day. "First, and it's the most important thing you need to know in your life, is that you are perfect just the way you are," he began and you were almost ready to cry again. You made an effort to keep looking him in the eyes, even if Phil seemed more hurt about these events than you were "and secondly, you can't let comments like that get to you, okay? The ones who think they can judge you aren't important, but the ones who don't mind matter." 

"Because they're complete bullshit!" shouted Tommy indignantly, and despite the expletive, he was not admonished by Phil. Instead, the elder nodded in agreement, which only spurred the young blond to continue, "They're talking trash, irrelevant lies because they're idiots! Jerks! Ass-"

Before he could utter the last expletive, there came an urging, long-drawn-out "Tommy" after all, to which he only gave you a braces-presenting satisfied grin. 

"Phil he's right" Will fell back into the couch cushions behind you and threw his legs up on the small coffee table in front of you "The little rug rat has no idea who he's messed with" 

"Messed with?" Alarmed, Phil tensed next to you and his eyebrows shot up at Techno's nod. 

"Messed with" Techno confirmed, looking thoughtfully around the room "We could come with you tomorrow and dangle him off one of the towers"

"Or we could dunk him in the fountain for revenge, then he'd have to walk around with wet pants on" Tommy suggested.

"Or," Phil firmly interrupted the creative exchange of ideas on how your brothers could get back at the boy "Or we approach the teacher and settle it without violence"

The three boys sighed, you began to grin. At the saddened faces, you leaned back against Will, patting Techno with one hand and smiling at Tommy. "I'm very grateful to you, but you don't have to be my bodyguards. I can handle it on my own. It was just a stupid comment from someone I don't know and from now on I'll just stay away from him."

Before you knew it Phil's wings spread out behind you all, pressing you all closer until you were lying in a heap on top of each other, arm in arm, some foot half in your stomach, but together. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, maybe you'd even meet a friend with whom you could do all the nonsense Phil had experienced in his time at school.

And if things didn't go well, the four self-proclaimed bodyguards sitting outside the school gate in sunglasses would immediately come to the rescue.

[ze-maki-nin]

Ooo First of all congrats on 400 second I'm so so proud of you and third

May i get a small drabble for C!Techno? It's a band au were the reader is Techs partner and they help him get ready for a battle of the bands basically, and before he leaves they give him a guitar that they were making for him with a bunch of different signatures, after the band Tech is in wins he thanks the reader.

Just some really adorable fluff, i hope this isn't too much

Pairing: C!Techno x Gn!Reader [Band Au]

A/n: Yes yes ofc <3

Event

"You got this Techno!" You said, bouncing in your spot in front of the lead guitarist of "The SBI" band, making a chuckle escape him.

"Ya Ya" He said, waving you off as a blush rose to his cheeks from your cheering. "I always win" Giggling at his confidence, you began to rock back and forth on your heels, hands behind your back.

"Right!" You stated, snapping your fingers as you turned around and rushed towards the large guitar case. "I have something for you! Like a good luck charm of sorts" Running back over to the taller male, you held out the guitar case to him, a smile on your face.

Taking it from you carefully, Techno opened it with a curious gaze. As he saw the custom made guitar with multiple signatures from his favorite guitarist and family, his eyes widened in surprise.

"You. . .You made this?" The pink haired male asked, looking up from the case to see you nod shyly, making a small, genuine small find its way onto his face. "Thank you" Pulling you into a hug, Techno buried his head into your shoulder, bending his back as he did so.

You smiled, hugging back by wrapping your arms around his midsection and setting your head on his shoulder as you smiled. "Your welcome"

[squishycheekanon]

Would you mind doing a dabble on Folklore!Piglin!Techno and his version of the Blood God and Voices? Like how he was picked, that’s if that’s part of his verse

Folklore!Piglin!Techno

Warnings: 18+, smut mentioned.

In the Folklore verse, Techno was chosen to be The Blood God, when the old one died. And when I say chosen I mean like Harry Potter chosen one. He had no relation to the last blood god, he just suddenly heard the voices.

At first he felt like he was going crazy, the voices wouldn’t be quiet. They had their opinions which they couldn’t wait to share with him. Techno had to learn to live with it, he had to learn to be patient and relax.

Due to being the new Blood God, the faes, fairfolk, elves and dwarves respected him as their new king. He lived like one, in an ancient building graced with the finest food and drink that could be found.

In keeping with tradition, after two hundred years of being king The Blood God is hounded by the voices in his head to find his ‘one’ or mate. A more common nickname for mates is ghivashel which means ‘treasure of treasures’ but Techno loves call you fiðrildi, which means butterfly. He will explain why later.

Just as Piglin speak Dwavish, their mating customs are quite similar to Dwarves too, however their primal instincts and urges are a whole lot stronger than theirs. Piglin are half pig so their animal side takes over and heightens everything.

Techno knew you were his mate when the voices instantly went quiet, it gave him a type of peace he never thought possible. The voices fell in love with you, every single one of them. They talked about you non stop, every little thing you did, whether is was cute or sweet and there were even the more crude ones.

The only time they were quiet for Techno now was when he was fucking you. The mating ritual was so important and powerful, Techno needed all his focus and attention on you. The voice understood that, something that Techno greatly appreciated.

[average-vibe]

that’s childish, mate.

pair: wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: wilbur needs to confess something..

tw: none :)

genre: fluff

an: hi hi hi!! i’m starting a taglist, so.. lmk if you wanna be a part of it :)

!lowercase is intended!

masterlist

wilbur stared at you across the room, a soft smile played on his face.

you were doing a subathon, so you had invited some of your closest friends. Tommy and Molly (although you just invited Molly, Tommy came anyways.), Philza, Ranboo, Charlie, Tubbo, and Wilbur.

you were sitting on the couch, playing mario kart. you didn’t notice wilbur staring intently at you. but phil did.

“Hey, mate, whyre you staring at y/n?” phil joked, a little too loudly for wilbur’s liking.

“shut up, phil. i’m just watching.” wilbur replied, eyes taken off of you and onto the screen.

“mhm. i definitely believe you.” phil sarcastically told a blushing wilbur. “cmon mate, just tell them.”

“hell no!” wilbur said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“what?” charlie asked, taking his eyes off the game, as did ranboo and tommy. leaving you and molly 1st and 2nd place.

“ha! get wrecked, losers.” you said, laughing at tommys shocked expression.

“it’s only because of that son of a bitch! he distracted us!” tommy excused, pointing an accusing finger at wilbur. in return, wilbur threw up his hands in surrender.

“yeah, why’d you do that!” ranboo asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“no reason. don’t worry about it.” wilbur shrugged, hoping they’d drop it.

“whatever, round 2!” charlie shouted, hitting the play button.

after a few minutes, wilbur’s eyes were glued to you again. the way you laughed softly, your focused expression, and your face when you won, all made him smile and grin more and more.

“simp.” phil said, not looking at wilbur.

“am not!” wilbur whispered.

“cmon, let’s go.” phil said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. no one noticed wilbur’s and phil’s sudden disappearance, too enthralled by the game.

“you’re crushing. big time.” phil told wilbur once they weren’t in earshot.

“no, i’m not. that’s childish!” wilbur responded, rolling his eyes.

“then go tell them.” phil said, raising an eyebrow.

“no! i-i can’t! th-they’ll say no! and-and then, it’ll be super embarrassing for both of us!” wilbur rambled, shaking his head.

philza shut his eyes and pursed his lips. “mate, that’s childish.”

wilbur stayed quiet for a moment, rolling his eyes. “fine, whatever, i’ll tell them.” he finally said, eyes shut.

“good. this is progress. you’re maturing-“

“shut up.” wilbur groaned, walking away from a snickering philza.

——

wilbur sat on the couch, breathing heavier than a normal person typically does. after a particularly long game, he finally tapped your shoulder.

“hey.. um..” wilbur began, looking to the side. “can we talk? somewhere else?”

you nodded, nerves getting the best of you. “sure.”

he led you to the kitchen, ignoring phil’s smirk and tommys smug expression. “so.. uh..” he tried, but all the words that he had waited so long to say, wouldn’t come out.

“what’d you wanna say?” you asked, encouragingly.

“i needed to tell you that.. i like you.. i have for a while, i don’t think i ever won’t, you’re perfect. you’re sweet and smart and funny and.. you’re just-“

“wilbur?”

“yes..?”

“are you saying you have a crush on me?”

“..maybe..”

“thank goodness!” you responded, letting out a breath. “i thought you were gonna say you hated me or something, but you.. like me?”

“yes! i do! finally, i’m glad we got that out.”

you laughed, smiling. “i like you too, wil.”

“oh, good. i was worried you’d say how weird i am or how dumb i am or why you don’t like me! or something like-“ he paused. “i need to shut up, don’t i?”

“i can help with that.” you smiled and kissed him. you never thought you’d be the one to kiss wilbur soot, that you’d be the one to make his cheeks blush red. but you sure weren’t complaining.

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an: OOPS THIS WAS RLY BAD LMAOOOO BYE

[nerdysleepybunny]

DUDE IMAGINE SBI WILBUR AND TECHNO BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU. Might write some fics about it tbh. Thoughts? Ideas? 👀

[rkay07]

The Traveler

c!Technoblade x fem!reader

(I don't have time to put warning so read at your own risk I guess and this is an UNFINISHED fanfic so sowwy (:)

Word Count: 6.1k (that's a big number)

Living alone has its benefits, privacy, everything and anything is on your own time, and you don’t have to worry about anybody. At least almost anybody.

You were having some time up in your attic reading about potions, even though you’ve read that book about seven times already. You zoned out, staring off out the window. It took you a second but you came back and focused on the snow that was falling outside, you smiled at yourself knowing that you haven’t gotten fresh snow for a good couple days. Admiring the scenery, you stared off into the distance at the trees. Beautiful spruce trees, covered in white powder is something you couldn’t get enough of when you looked out from your house. In all the years you’ve lived here alone, you never took them for granted. You get up from your chair and stand in front of the window, opening up your view to the whole field of snow you had. You leaned on the window sill and closed your eyes as you felt the coldness from the glass pane kiss your face.

You grinned and opened your eyes. But as your eyes adjusted, you could see wrestling off to the side of the tree line. The tree branches tossed and turned with leaves falling from the disturbed sticks, you were eager to see what it was but you didn’t have a great view. So as fast as you could possibly go, you booked it for your ladder, sliding down and hopping over your stairs to get to your front door windows. You grabbed your bow and arrows as you flew through your room, setting up right in front of the tree that was still moving rapidly. Honestly, you weren’t scared but confused, you thought the thing was trying to get something out of the tree but what? There was no food in the spruce trees. It was very strange to you. You thought about it again and took a deep breath setting your bow and arrows down under the window. You unlocked your door and headed out onto the porch, you had your sword with you in case of an emergency.

The tree line was a great deal away from your house, 25 yards to be exact. As you slowly walked up to the forest you thought it might be your horse that had gotten lost a couple days earlier while you were hunting for rabbits in the same forest but he could have been anywhere. You got a few feet away from the forest when you heard murmuring like someone was talking to themselves so you held your ground, planting your feet in the snow and having your sword ready behind you. You hesitated to speak but then it stopped, the talking had stopped. You froze at the sound of silence, your eyes narrowed in on the trees, jolting at the slightest movement. You held your breath but your heart rate sped up, skipping a beat when a rabbit jumped out a little ways down the tree line. You focused on the place in front of you trying not to become impatient with the lack of noise. You took one step forward but a voice from beyond the trees' bold and thick vibrates your head, “Don’t.” It said. So you stopped, daring not to take another step for the sake of not knowing what’s back there. The voice speaks again but sounding softer this time, “I’m just passing through but I think I have something that’s yours.” You scrunch your eyebrow together, not really thinking of what this person might have.

You hear sticks crack and see branches move as the person steps closer towards you. You take a big breath and a single step back when you finally see what was talking to you, tall, short pink hair, and tusks. Wait, no, he’s wearing a mask but still tusks? Huge cape too, gosh he looked like royalty. You slid your sword back into its spot and straightened up, “Sorry.” Was all you could muster at the sight of him. He continued to walk out from the forest, making a path with his sword through the branches. He had a horse with him, it was walking behind him, slow and tired, it looked like it hadn’t rested in days. When the man finally got into a good spot off the tree line, he turned around and clicked his tongue, “Is this your horse?” Your horse came running out of the trees, bucking and trotting around the snow like he hasn’t seen snow in forever. You chuckled and smiled at the sight of your horse prancing around, “Oh my goodness, Rusty! Where have you been?” You glance at the man petting his horse and decide to walk over to Rusty, your horse.

When you got Rusty settled down you walked back to the man and stuck your hand out, “Thank you, sir.” He looked at your hand, finger tips red and cold from standing outside for a little too long. He took your hand and firmly shook it. His hand was warm despite it being frigid outside. You took your hand back and turned to look at your house and back to him, “This sounds odd but would you like something to eat? I just got done making some mushroom soup and I think your horse would enjoy hanging out in my barn for a little bit.” You gave him a weak smile and cocked your head. He looked over your shoulder towards your house and at the barn that was a bit farther away. He looked at his clock and finally back at you, “I don’t think so.” He started to walk off, every step going deeper into the snow. You press your lips together at his statement, “It’s the least I could do for you because you found my horse.” He shook his head and kept on walking but his horse stopped behind him. The man turned around to his horse and gave the reins a tug, signaling that he wanted to keep going but the horse had other plans. His horse turned around and walked back to you. He nudged your arm and rubbed his face against it, “How long have you guys been walking?” You tried to sound caring more than anything. He exhaled and walked to his horse, mumbling under his breath, “A day or two.” He took his horse by the reins and pulled him away from you. “Have you rested at all?” You ask, trying to look around his horse and at him. You could hear him murmuring to himself again, the same exact tone you heard earlier behind the trees. You could tell the horse was tired the moment you saw it and now questioning if he’s even rested for a straight day or two. You look at Rusty and signal him to go to the barn, he stomps his foot and trots off to the barn as you walk with the man and his horse.

“I think you would get to wherever you’re going faster if you rest for a couple hours.” You said quietly, wondering if he even heard you. It takes a couple seconds before the man stops in his tracks making the horse bump into him. The man turns around and faces you. Not prepared for you to be so close to him, he stepped back, “Fine. But when I’m done, I’m gone.” You smile and start walking to the barn.

You made a bowl for you and the man as he sat over at the table, you occasionally looked back at him sitting there very quietly. You hadn’t had another person in your house for a very long time and it felt weird but not uncomfortable. You grabbed the two bowls and took them to the table. You sat across the table from the man, you had so many questions and you didn’t know why. He probably didn’t know the answers to them anyway so you asked a more relevant question to break the silence, “So where are you traveling to?” You had looked up from your bowl but he didn’t, he kept his eyes on his bowl. Looking at it like it was going to be the last meal he was going to eat. You put your eyes back on your bowl and took a sip from your spoon, you were a little surprised, you had made the soup very good this time. You got a little excited because you got to share with someone else but you kept your cool and kept eating.

He looked up from his bowl and at you, seeing that you were eating the soup, that made him feel a little better about eating it but it was still questionable. His skepticism got in the way of him actually enjoying a meal with you, he couldn’t go anywhere without feeling like everyone was out to get him. He was looking at you longer than he should have, observing a person that he had never seen before. His eyes widened when he realized that he might have a crush on you, he immediately looked back at his bowl and started eating. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he would see you. And next time wouldn’t be an accident.

He did what he said, he was gone when he was done. You watched from your porch as he galloped away on his horse, set off down the field and into the forest again. He was gone in a blink of an eye. You felt this warmth inside you that you had never felt before, you were outside on your porch in freezing temperatures and you felt warm, you thought you were going crazy, it was so unknown to you. You walked back inside and closed the door behind you. You sighed leaning against your front door. You thought about the man and buried your face in your hands, you never got his name. You were ashamed of yourself, asking where he might be going instead of asking him what his name was. You couldn’t believe yourself. You pushed off the door and started to walk to the stairs when you saw a napkin still on the table where the both of you ate. You picked it up to throw it away in the trash but it had writing on it, you couldn’t help but read it. 

The name’s Technoblade but you can call me Techno, I’m headed off to the town a few miles from your house. If you don’t mind, I'd like to stop by your house again on my way back.

You smiled at the note and walked up to your room, happier than ever.

You waited for him to come back, you were excited to see him again but got a little worried when it hit the fourth day. You tried your best not to think about it like hanging out with Rusty and moving hay bales but it was hard not to.

You were outside when you heard trotting in the distance, a big smile was plastered on your face when you saw Techno on his horse. You stopped what you were doing and walked to your porch to greet him. You took your gloves off and set them on the thick railing of the porch and crossed your arms. You grinned as he slowed down. He got off and whispered to his horse, the horse pranced around finally making its way to the barn where it found Rusty eating some hay. He took one step onto the stairs but stopped, he looked across the field from where he came from and took a second to stare. You noticed he had a little more emotion on his face than last time, he looked worried. You pressed your lips together, “What’s wrong?” You asked, taking a step down. He closed his eyes and was still facing the field, he didn’t know how to put it but he wasn’t at all worried. He turned back to you, “Nothing.” A smile tugged at his lips but never seemed to form. You nodded your head and walked into the house, he followed close behind, closing the door to not let the nice warm heat escape the house.

It was colder than usual at your house so you had the fireplace going. Techno sat in the seat he sat in the previous time, staring at the fireplace. He couldn’t tell if the heat was coming from the burning wood or his blushed cheeks. To be honest, he was also delighted to see you again and he was hoping that he could spend more time with you and not just on this occasion. He liked the company, and knew you did too but he didn’t know if you liked him. He whipped his head towards you when he heard you speak, waiting to hear that lovely voice of yours for days. “So do you have family? Brother, Sister, Father, Mother?” He was caught off guard by your question, he thought about an answer, one that wasn’t so complicated. He didn’t want to lie so he only said the basics, “A Father, a wonderful Mother, and…” he paused, you thought you heard him sniffle but it was probably you. He rubbed his chin before he finished his sentence, “And a little Brother.” You smiled at yourself, knowing he had family made him seem not so big and scary but a lovable giant. You picked up the board of bread, cooked chicken, and two wooden plates and walked over to the table sitting in the same spot as last time. You notice that he took off his big cape, exposing the rest of his figure. You thought you were prepared to see but he looked too hot. He was wearing a tight wool long sleeve making his arms seem massive, and brown wool pants that looked comfy as clouds. You didn’t know if he knew what he looked like but if he didn’t you would show him one day.

It seemed like the both of you talked for ages but when Techno checked his clock, only three hours had passed. He wanted to hit the road but he didn’t want to leave you here all alone. He was tempted to ask you if he could stay the night but his mind quickly discarded it. When you saw him check his clock you knew it was time for him to go, you got up and stacked everything. You made your way to the sink, rinsing the board and plates off. You rinsed your hands, drying them off with a towel. You started walking back to the table but Techno was already sitting on your couch watching the wood pop and sparks flying in the air. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked at him, you walked over to the couch across from him and sat down. You looked at the fire mesmerized by its light, your gaze trailed off to Techno. Your eyes met his, that made heat rush to your cheeks and your eyes widened slightly. He had taken off his mask before you guys ate but his facial feature glowed in the light of the fire, you couldn’t help but stare.

He leaned back onto the couch, putting his foot on his knee and resting his arm on the back of the couch. You had to look away before you walked over to him and kissed the living daylight out of him. You grinned as you looked down at your hands, “You’ll be traveling in the dark if you don’t leave soon.” You sounded as if you were trying to convince not only him but yourself too. He nodded and tapped his leg. He knew he had to go but he was convinced that you liked him back. He didn’t want to push it though and tapped his leg again. He got up and walked over to you. He held his hand out and waited for you to take it, “Thank you for letting me stay.” You took his hand but didn’t expect him to pull you into his arm and hold you by the waist. You were starstruck looking up at him, he was so tall and muscular, at that moment you didn’t know what to do.

Your brain froze for a second from being so close, his body was at your fingertips. But you knew better if you wanted him to at least have some sun for his travels you would have to let him be for the time being, “Anytime.” He leaned down as if to kiss you but hugged around your waist, bringing you up on your tippy toes. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. He hugged you back even tighter when you did that, moving his hand from your back to the back of your shoulder basically strapping you against him. You felt safe, that was something you didn’t feel very often but with him you were never going to get hurt. You ran your fingers through his surprisingly untangled hair, you leaned back but he held you close. You chuckled, cupping his face with your hands, “Would you like to take anything for the road?” The words of your request slipped your mind but he took notice of your ‘mistake’. He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours, if looks could kill. He tucked some hair behind your ear, “You.” Your lips curled into a soft smile and butterflies formed in your stomach. You shook your head and patted his shoulder, not believing what he said, “I meant food, Silly.” You made your way back to the kitchen and he followed you, walking incredibly quiet, “And I meant you.” You shook your head once more.

He ended up not taking food but he did take some night vision potions you had and some fire resistance. He was impressed by how many books you had of, well, everything. From potions to cooking, from ruins portals to strongholds. He had mentioned earlier that he was the boredest man alive when he was traveling through the tree because he couldn’t go fast unless he wanted to hit a tree at 35 mph. So you gave him a book of his choice because you don’t like being bored yourself and that gives him a reason to come back but to be honest he didn’t need a reason to come back to you.

It was over two weeks until you saw him again. It was a relief to see him and his horse walking out of the forest and finally getting to have time with him. You weren’t letting him leave until you got at least one kiss. You leaned on the porch watching him signal his horse off to the barn, the horse trotted away behind the house but you kept your gaze on Techno. He kept his eyes on the ground for his own reasons, walking up the stairs and finally looking at you. He looked sad but smiled anyway. You smiled back at him as you cocked your head, tilting up when he got close to you. You blinked at him, you would never get used to his massive stature, you were tiny compared to him and you think he liked it. He moved some hair out of your face and behind your ear. He glided his thumb across the skin of your cheek, you were cold and hot at the same time. You closed your eyes as you melted into his touch, “We should get inside.” Your voice soft and shy. He was taken aback with the sudden change of appearance, he nodded and let you lead the way with his hand on your back.

You went to the kitchen as usual but he followed this time. He hung his cape and mask up and walked over to the counter that you weren’t using and leaned against it. Your back was turned to him but you knew he was staring, tracing your body with curiosity and affection. A slight smile appeared on his face as you turned to give him a bowl of beetroot soup, your shocked expression came across your face when your eyes met his. And it didn’t help when you saw his smile get bigger, his canines showing and his hands on the counter. You raised the bowl to him and he took it, sipping on it as he looked at you. You didn’t know what to make of it, you stood there quite flabbergasted and he liked every moment of it. You stepped closer to him and leaned against the same counter he was, you finally felt ok to eat. You didn’t if you were uncomfortable with it or if it was just awkward to you but it didn’t matter because you snuggled next to him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He rubbed your arm and took a sip from his bowl. The both of you sat in silence for a while before speaking, enjoying each other's company.

You guys had a few things in common, like you both lived alone, you both lived in snowy areas, and you both liked reading. Not much but it was enough to get on topics you could talk about for hours. You and Techno were sitting across each other on the couch, the fire going ablaze and your conversation getting hotter by the minute. You felt the tension between you and him but you were nervous, you didn’t know how he was going to respond so you stayed put, holding your tongue every time you thought your remark was too much.

He saw how jittery you were and wanted to make sure you were ok, “How long has it been since you’ve had someone else in your house?” He leaned forward his elbows on his knees, your mouth parted slightly at the sight but you were brought back instantly, thinking about his question for a moment. You messed with your fingers as you spoke, “Honestly I can’t remember the last time I had company other than you in my home…” you trailed off, your gaze landed on the very bright fire, dancing in the fireplace. You had the sudden urge to cry, tears filled your eyes and you didn’t know why. You quickly rubbed your eyes and face, trying to remove any evidence of sadness off. You felt the couch shift and strong arms wrap around your shoulders, big hands softly rubbing up and down your back. He was unbelievably soft to the touch, he wasn’t scary at all to be clear, someone couldn’t be any further from the truth if they said he was scary. Sure, he was humongous and built like a spruce tree but that wasn’t even close to his heart, he cared, he cared about you. He had one leg on the couch and one foot on the ground, you moved in between his legs and leaned against his chest. It didn’t seem like he was phased but he was, but not because you were close to you know what but because you were so small, you fit perfectly between his legs and he couldn’t get enough of it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as possible which was actually quite close but you didn’t care. You settled into him and held onto his arms, you couldn’t believe how thick his forearms were so you stared at them as you tried to calm down.

He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault that you started crying. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck and whispered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He nuzzled even further into your neck to hide his flushed face. You chuckled lightly, “No…no, you didn’t make me cry.” You brought your hand up to his hair and ran your fingers through it. He chuckled and came out of his hiding place, resting his chin on your head for a second. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, he cocked his head and smiled back. You moved your hand down to his jaw and gave his lips a couple glances. He took notice and cupped your cheeks with a free hand, wiping a tear that had escaped from your eye. He examined your face and gave your forehead a gentle kiss. You looked up at him with pure fondness, you didn’t kiss him, it wasn’t time but maybe you should have because before you know it someone’s knocking on your door.

You looked at the door shocked, almost scared. You never get visitors, never. This was frightening. You look at Techno, he saw how scared you were and told you to either not move or go up to your room and see if you can see anything. You nodded and quietly sprinted up the stairs, finding your bow and arrows and peered out the window. You had a perfect view but the porch was covered by the awning. You saw no horse standing out in the snow so you were confused by how anyone could get to your house from anywhere if this person didn’t have a horse. You sat up there, waiting for absolutely anything, then you heard Techno open the door.

Techno watched as you ran up the stairs making sure you got up before he pulled anything out. He was silent, not making a sound whatsoever, he picked up his cape and satchel from the bench next to the front door and pulled out his sword. He looked through the window next to the door, being as stealthy as possible. How could he miss the guy standing outside? It was the last person he ever wanted to see, especially at your house. It was like seeing a ghost, this guy was thought to be dead but he was standing right outside the front door. He took a deep breath and gripped his sword behind his back. He put on his mask and opened the door slowly. “Hi.” The man spoke as if he was waiting for this moment his whole life. He had a huge scar across his eye that the one and only Technoblade had given him not so long ago. Techno held the blade by his side to show that he wasn’t messing around. “Oh come on, Techno. I’m just here to chat. Nothing more should happen unless you decide to be difficult.” Techno narrowed his eyes and scanned the man, he trusted him once but after what happened, after he tried to execute him, it would be the last time he could ever trust that man again. Techno stepped out onto the porch, appearing much taller than said man, “What do you want, Quackity?” Quackity grinned looking all around the porch, the floor, the walls, the windows. He sighed, “Techno, you know how it goes- I find you…I kill you.”

You stared at the tree line, questioning if this person had more people with them. You could hear muffled conversation, a short conversation, from downstairs. You slowly opened your window to pull your bow back, ready for some action. You stepped back to be more in the room, hidden in the dark shadows. Straight away you saw movement in the trees and pulled back all the way. You saw a person, who seemed to be taller than Techno, walk out of the forest holding an axe. Then right after him was another person, shorter than the one before, holding a crossbow already loaded and pointed at the porch. You had multi-shot on your bow so this was a piece of cake, it seemed as if time slowed to a snail’s pace. Your eyes jolted around the treeline, no one else was coming, you could feel it so you lined up for a shot but they dropped their weapons.

Two guys emerged out of the trees, one after another. One holding an axe and one holding a loaded crossbow. Techno chuckled at their gesture, “You really think you can kill me, after you failed to do it the first time.” He steadily raised his sword, resting it on Quackity’s chestplate, “Put it down Tubbo.” He said looking over Quackity’s shoulder, “You too Ranboo.” They only gripped their weapons tighter, eager to get a hit but knew they had to wait for the signal. Techno breathed out in disappointment, he really thought after everything they’ve been through he would put it down, for him. Techno leaned down to Quackity’s ear, “I can kill all three of you in a heartbeat.” Quackity gulped as Techno leaned back, straightening up he let the tip of his sword drop to the ground. Making quite a loud thud but surprisingly you didn’t hear it. Techno glanced at all three of them knowing they weren’t leaving until he was finally dead, “Fine. One last fight. But first let's get even, you take off your armor and I’ll take off mine and we’ll only use swords.” Quackity stared at Techno for a second to see if he was kidding but he was not. He turned around and gestured to lower their weapons, they dropped the weapons in the snow. The axe sank lower than the crossbow into the fresh blanket of snow that came that morning. Techno watched as they threw the weapons, taking a breath as a sigh of satisfaction. Techno and Quackity took off their armor at the same time, not breaking eye contact from one another. An evil grin appeared on Quackity’s face, “You’ll be lucky if you even get a scratch on me.” He threw a right hook to Techno but it couldn’t compare to his reflexes as he caught the punch and twisted around to his back, making him walk towards the porch stairs as Techno’s sword was held across his neck. They got to the first step of the stairs, Tubbo picked up his crossbow but it was too late, an arrow went straight for his shoulder, sending him to the ground. Ranboo looked up to see where the arrow came from but he saw nothing but an empty window, he went for the crossbow hoping to grab it before the next shot came but another arrow went right through his forearm. It sent a shock of pain through his arm up his shoulder making him wince and grip where the arrow was. Techno pressed his lips together, “See, told you I could kill all three.” Quackity stared at the aching bodies in the snow, “Well where’s the third one?” His breathing was now heavy, probably from adrenaline and the lack of heat running through his body. Techno shook his head and pushed Quackity into the soft snow, “I was going to spare you but I guess I’ll have to put another scar on you for you to understand.” As Techno talked he took a small step down the stairs, one after another after another and after another, making each second more painful than the last. Until he was standing over Quackity with his sword in his face, waiting for him to make the last snarky remark he would ever make for the rest of his life.

After shooting a couple shots, you saw a man fly down the stairs of your porch into the snow. Techno walked down the stairs, talking while he was taking steps, finally getting to the man and looking down at him with the sword in the man’s face. You had your bow ready for another shot, ready to take it whenever. You saw Techno kneel down to the man, gliding the sword not even an inch over his skin. Your eye caught the guy with the crossbow, trying to take a shot again. You fired and missed by a centimeter, as you quickly grabbed another arrow you heard someone gasp in pain. Pulling back and firing again. You sent the arrow straight through the guy’s other shoulder, he poofed into thin air before he hit the ground. 

Techno knelt down to the ground and glided the sword across Quackity’s face, “You can avoid all pain if you leave right now.” Two arrows were fired, one missing and one hitting Techno’s right peck, he hummed in pain trying to keep his noise level to a zero. There was a moment before another arrow was fired hitting Tubbo and sending him back to respawn, wherever that may be. Quackity looked to see who was shot, his eyes widening when he only saw Ranboo. He looked back at Techno, who was trying to stop the bleeding, he looked up past his shoulder and saw you standing in the window with your bow pulled back aiming at him. He tried to squirm out from under Techno but he pierced Quackity’s leg before he could get away, “Finish him!” Techno yelled, knowing you were up at the window. You breathed out and let go of the arrow, it went flying straight for him, penetrating him and he was gone in a cloud of dust with only a blood stain left behind in the white snow. Techno was unbalanced and dizzy from losing blood. Stumbling to get up, he used his sword as a cane to help him. He looked up at Ranboo, “Go. It would be a waste of your time to try and fight me.” Ranboo honestly didn’t know what to do, he could either fight and die or run and hide. And he chose the better option. Run and hide. He disappeared back into the woods and ran for his life.

You ran out to Techno to help him get up the stairs, he was slow but ‘stable’ as you took off his mask. You got him inside, setting him on the ground with a pillow to rest his head. You laid him down on the floor and took a look at him, it didn’t hit anything severe which was great. You moved some hair out of his face and slid your hand to his neck, “You’re going to be fine.” He nodded and let out a light cough. You got up and ran to your kitchen, grabbed your box of potions and pulled out regeneration and healing potions. You also grabbed a bunch of bandages from your box and quickly get back to Techno. You set all the bottles down and gave it to him one by one, you could already see he wasn’t so tense anymore. You asked him if he could take off his shirt, for medical reasons, and he said yes but he also told you that this wasn’t the only way to ask him if he could take it off. You scoffed and helped him take the shirt off. He was more handsome than you could ever imagine, his pecs were huge, his shoulders also huge and those light abs. You blinked away the images and carefully pulled the arrow out, you tried your best to be soft but it was an arrow. You swiftly wrap him up in the white bandage, applying all your pressure to the wound so it would stop bleeding.

When you were done, he took your hand. His touch was gentle as he ran his thumb up and down the back of your hand. His hand was cold for once, it felt like you were holding ice that was never going to melt away. You put your hand under his, raising it up and rubbing it against your cheek. He looked at you with love in his eyes, “Thank you.” He gave you a small smile and you smiled back. You set his hand down beside him and leaned down, giving him a kiss on the forehead. He leaned into the kiss wanting you to stay there for a little longer. You gave him a couple more kisses on the forehead before resting against his. You moved more strands of hair off his forehead as you spoke, “You need to rest.” He looked up at you, lightly gliding his fingers up and down your arm. He nodded and you nodded as well, you got up to go make something to eat but he held onto you. You looked back at him concerned but he had a smirk on his face, “Stay with me.”

[little-lee-froggie]

Strap in besties, it the special post

Hello! Welcome to a very special post where I’m going to be posting all my old fics I never posted and the ones I never did and never will finish, and there’s A LOT. They’ll be organized by fandom in alphabetical order (though I’m pretty sure there’s only two since they’re the ones I write the most for), so if you only like one of the fandoms I write for, you can look for it! Anyway, this is going to be a big one, so strap in, and let’s get into it:

Here’s a little guide so you know what all I have. Everything is in order, so that should help you find everything-

Fandom #1: Dream smp

Stories-

1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished 

Fandom #2: My Hero Academia 

Stories-

1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished 

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Scenarios-

1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

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Headcanons-

1: Shoto ler headcanons

2: Tamaki ler headcanons 

3: Bakugou ler headcanons 

Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

Stories-

1: Karma x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

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Ok, so here’s everything!! Let’s go:

Dream smp:

-I only write fics for the canon characters, none of this is IRL. This is all some of my first writings, so I’m sorry if it’s cringe at times, that’s just the way I wrote it, I’m sorry-——————————————————————story 1: c!Techno x lee!reader (platonic)

Techno looked at you, a bit confused. Confused and worried. You averted your gaze, and shyly continued to drink your tea. “Are you feeling ok?” Techno asked you. You nod, the only way you’ve really said anything to anyone today. Just shrugs of the shoulders, and nods or shakes of the head. 

“Are you sure? You seem more quiet than usual, and that’s saying something” he said, teasing slightly, but seemed more concerned then anything else. You just shrugged, and went back to your own little world, still drinking the tea that Phil made for you. 

The silence would be awkward to most people, but not you. You quite enjoy silence and listening to others, as it gives you time to observe, imagine and learn. 

“Heeellllllooooooooooo? Are you ignoring me or something?” he asked, getting more worried about you, but hiding it not on purpose, but well behind his nonchalant personality. Normally you were quiet, but not like how you were being right now. 

You were usually a shy but interested quiet, chiming in with sassy remarks or helpful advice every now and then, but still talking at least and always very present, not with words, but how in tentatively you listened. Right now was a completely different kind of shy. 

You were uninvested and not talking at all, not even when Phil purposely said “BPS” instead of “BTS” to tease you, as you will always immediately correct his joking and laugh along with Phil about it, but this morning, you were completely zoned out, you didn’t even notice that he had said “So, has BPS dropped any new songs recently?” and it was beginning to remind them of when you first came to live with them, worrying that they had made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome somehow, but Phil had to leave to watch Micheal for Ranboo and Tubbo, so it was just you and Techno. 

‘If only he knew what I wanted… but there’s no way in hell I’m asking for it’ you thought to yourself (as if you can think in any other way 🙄). You started to think deeply about it, not noticing the blush appearing on your own face. 

Techno however, did. He was confused about it at first, but he is smart and eventually put the pieces together. You still had no clue that he knew the truth…. that you had woken up in THAT mood… a way stronger one then most days. 

A lee mood, the kind of mood where all you want is to be tickled mercilessly. 

And the fact that this did not stay hidden from Techno for very long came as a surprise to… raze your hand if it surprised you. No one? That’s what I thought. 

A small smirk began to play on the pigman’s face. Ever since a year and a half ago, when he and Phil had discovered how incredibly ticklish you were, they would constantly poke your side when you reached for something high up, or lightly squeeze your side when you were purposely trying to annoy them a little, so the knowledge that you were the most ticklish person on the fucking planet to got used against you quite often by both Techno and Phil. 

Techno brought you into his lap for a back hug, putting your mug of tea down for you, and whispered into your ear “if you want to be tickled so badly that you’re thinking about it to much to talk, you could have just asked for it” he teased in a quiet tone, lightly tracing your inner ear (one of your more sensitive spots), earning a loud squeal from you, but you were stuck in his embrace. 

“Now, if you want me to do that again, alllllll you have to do is ask me” he said, almost to happily (especially for Techno), as he lightly stroked up and down your arm, not enough for you to laugh, but enough to drive you crazy. “Pl-please do that again…” you said shyly, but Techno is one of the few people that you would trust with everything completely and hole heartedly on the dream smp, other than Phil. 

“Now, was that so hard to just talk to me?” He teased, tickling your ear again, earning squeals and giggles from you, as his hand that was around you, holding you in place started to tease your waist in a way more ticklish way then you had ever experienced. 

“Ahahah, Techehnho!!” You giggled out loudly, but with that sweet and sugary hint that your laugh always had to it when someone was tickling you, kicking out lightly from how much just that tickled. “Yesss Y/n, what is it~?” Techno said calmly. “Ihihihththt tihihiclehehes!!” you giggled out, melting into your best friend. 

“No way, really?” he said sarcastically but in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “I know it does, that’s what you want, isn’t it??” he teased, being so effective that it tickled you with words, and he moved his hand from your waist to an insanely ticklish spot; the soft skin under your bellybutton. 

Your giggles turned hysterical. He hadn’t even been tickling you for more then ten minutes, and you were already in hysterics and completely melted into your friend, making it way easier for him to tickle you. 

“Ahahahhahah Tehhehchnhoho!!! Whahahhat are yuohoho doi- TECHNAAHAHAHAHA!!!!” You screamed as his hand moved from your lower stomach skin to one of your most ticklish and sensitive spots… the place where your ribs met your stomach… You started to kick out more, trying to squirm free, but you didn’t really want to be let go. 

He stayed there for awhile, as it had gotten the biggest reaction out of you so far, whispering teases into your ear like “Why are you trying to escape me? You wanted this, ya know” and “jeez, stop screaming! Your lungs will pop!”. 

The teases almost had more affect on you then the tickling itself! Almost… After about fifteen minutes of lightly tickling at the bottom of your 

hyper-sensitive diaphragm (it felt like fifteen-million eons, but you weren’t complaining), he then said something that made your heart pound with adrenaline and excitement; “Come on, stop kicking your legs so I can get them to! I know they have some of your most sensitive spots~…” and with that, you quickly tried to stop your legs as best your could, but Techno had decided to tease you even more, not stopping the attack on the bottom of your diaphragm. 

“TEHEHEHENOHOHOHOSTHOHOHOPPPPP!!!!!!!!” you yelled, laughing way more than before because of his teasing. 

“Stop what?? YOU stop kicking you legs and I’ll get them to! It’s not that hard~” his teasing went on relentlessly, until about five minutes later, when he decided that you had had enough teasing for that spot, and stopped for a few seconds so you could stop kicking your legs, and he immediately grabbed them, earning a happy and anticipation filled squeal from you. 

“Ok Y/N, I want you to squeal and or giggle louder the more it tickles, but any laughing, and I slow down to the same speed I was teasing your arm earlier, ok~?” he said in such a cheery sounding way that it was hard to believe that it was Techno saying it, but the message behind it was an obvious playful yet threatening challenge. 

He started with under your calves, getting small squeaks and a few quiet giggles, but he wasn’t satisfied. Then he moved his hand to your under-knee, getting louder giggles then before and a bit of squirming around, but still not enough to to satisfy either one of you. 

But then he hit the jackpot… he moved his torturous yet much needed hands from your under-knee to your under-thighs, earning a scream filled laugh from you; “AHAHAHAHAHTEHEHECHNHOHOHOOOOOO!!!!”  You couldn’t help the laughing and screaming, despite knowing what will happen if you couldn’t. 

“Five…” Techno slowed his attack slightly. “Four…” more and more slowly as he counted down. “Three…” he was almost at that unbearable speed that was so tortures and evil. “Twooooo…” he dragged out the word to add to the anticipation, resulting in anxious yet excited giggles from you. “ONE!!!” he yelled, speeding up again to even faster and 100x more ticklish then before, earning way louder screams of absolute euphoria then he had ever gotten from you, and the louder you screamed, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the louder you screamed. 

You had never wanted something to both stop and never end so much before in your entire 13 years of life on this planet, not even moving anymore, just absolutely and completely melted into a puddle of complete and utter euphoria. Never before in your life have you been so happy and been screaming so loud, but it was such a nice feeling, and you just wanted to stay in that beautiful moment forever and just have time stay completely still. 

It had nearly been an hour since Techno started to tickle you, maybe even more. You both had completely lost track of time when Phil walked in, indicating that it had been over an hour. Techno stopped when he heard Phil enter the house, both to your relief and disappointment. 

“Well, you two definitely had fun I see!” He said as if Techno wasn’t just murdering you with the most ticklish tickles you had ever received, but you just smiled, your red face getting slightly redder from a small blush on your face due to Phil’s comment. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve never heard them laugh so much in the three years I’ve known them! Whatever it was they were doing musta’ been really funny!” Techno teased you with a small poke at your side. 

Needless to say, the next time you were in even a small lee mood, you were going to talk way less then normal

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Story 2: c!Ranboo x lee!reader (platonic)

It was a seemingly normal day, until Phil and Techno had thought it would be a good idea for you to go see Ranboo. You agreed, as you quite enjoy spending time with him, and Tubbo as well, but Tubbo was out with Micheal, so you were just going to be seeing Ranboo. 

The interesting thing about you and Ranboo is that if someone didn’t know you two, based off how you guys act around each other they might assume that you are siblings. You and Ranboo definitely act like siblings sometimes and are both hybrids that are half and half split down the middle, so it’s a fair assumption. Incorrect, but fair. 

Another thing that made you guys seem like siblings is the fact that you both are constantly giving each other sass and would always have a witty comeback to what the other said (entirely in a friendly joke-fight way). Normally, this would either end in one of you not having a comeback and the other wins, or you would both forget how this started and just move on to something else. But today was different. 

You had zero clue that Phil, that evil bird man, had told the enderman hybrid about your weakness. 

Phil had seen most of your joke-fights, and decided that he was going to give Ranboo the upper-hand for the next one, so you, completely clueless, said something so sassy to Ranboo that he got really pretend shocked and said in both a very “shocked” voice yet also one with a hint mischief and a teasing in the back of it; “Now why would you ever say that?!”, he said, which surprised you, as he normally had something more to say about it, but you decided to ignore his out-of-character but clearly teasing and somehow slightly threatening yet playful response, and replied with “And what are you going to do about it? I said what I said, and that’s that!”, but instead of the expected response of “You really think that’s it?”, or “And why would THAT be, huh?”, you instead received a smirk and an “Is that so~?”, that sent a shiver down your spine. 

You got up and backed away, but he got up as well, following you, and walked really close to you and said “If that was that, then why am I going to do this~?”. 

His voice was not even TRYING to hide the mischief in what Ranboo was doing anymore, as the Oreo boy lightly as to not hurt you, but hard enough to make you squeak and start to sprint away, poked you. Not more then once. Not with a lot of energy. 

But he still poked you to the point of running (ShE’s A rUnNeR, sHe’S a TrAcK sTaR✨(sorry)) and he chased you till he caught you, which surprisingly took awhile, as he had *vwooped* to right in front of you and tried to grab you, but you do battle training with Phil and Techno, so you managed to dodge. 

This went on for about fifteen minutes until Ranboo had you cornered with no blind spots where you could potentially run through, and with that, he grabbed you. “Ahahah nhohoh fahahahihihr!!!!” You giggled in anticipation as the 7ft hybrid boy carried you back to the couch you were on before when you had made the original remark that started this all. 

“Puhuhuhut mehehe dohohown!! Rahahnbohohoho!! Ahahah!!!” “Put you down? As you wish~” he said as he put you on the couch and sat on your arms, pining them above your head. “Now, Where should I get first, hmm? There’s so many good spots… Do you have a preference~?” “Nohohohohoh!!” “No preferences? Ok then! Hmm… how abouuuut… HERE!!”, he said as he scribbled on your ribs. 

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!!” You screamed as he went on attacking your ribs. “Not there? Ok, how about… here~??”, he said, now one hand on your stomach and the other one on your arm, teasing you. “RAHAHAHANBOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!” “Not there either, huh? Okay, what about… hmmmm, so hard to choose… ooh, what about heeeere~?????” He said way more tease-y than before, putting his hands under your bellybutton to tease your soft, sensitive skin. 

“RAHAHAHANBOHOHO NOHO DOHOHOHON’T!!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!”, you screamed in laughter, but let’s be honest… you didn’t want it to stop. “Don’t stop? FINALLY a good review, geez~” he said even more teasing then last time he spoke, almost tickling you with his words. 

It was different from when Phil, Techno, or XD were to tickle you. To be fair, they all had different ways to tickle you, though. 

Phil mostly tickled you when you needed cheering up and was always very gentle and payed attention to subtle things that might have hinted that it was tickling to much or you were reaching your braking point, but let’s be honest, neither pretty much ever happened. 

When Techno tickled you, it was either cause he could tell you wanted it, you were annoying him in a playful way, or if you were sad and or panicking and needed a little light cheering up. He is normally slightly more ruff than Phil, plus, Techno is also a big believer in waking you up with tickles, and he says it’s funny to see you both fight sleep and his hands at the same time. 

When XD is tickling you, they are definitely the one who believes in teasing you the most, and would find any excuse to tickle you on one of your outside excavations, especially if you fell, because then they could insist to heal you just to see you try not to give a reaction, but end up melting in their touch. 

Ranboo, just like everyone else, had his own style of how to tickle you; “Awwww, does it tickle a little~? Look at you just melting into me! Phil was right, you really are tickle-tickle-ticklish! Awh, I hope you know that Tubbo’s going to find out about your little weakness as well~!”, he said to you. 

His way of tickling was similar to XD, but with hints of Techno in it. The teasing was VERY similar to XD, but the way he stayed at pretty much the same pace and moved around based off of your reactions was a lot like Techno. 

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOUAHAHAHA!!!”, you screamed, knowing this would probably make your situation better worse for yourself and you were prepared for the consequences of your actions. You were more then prepared. 

You WANTED it. He paused for a moment in fake shock and he gasped dramatically. “How dare you?! You’re going to regret that~!” He teased as he moved his hands from your lower stomach to the the place where your back met your side and changed from friendly scribbles to ruff tickles. 

You let out a loud scream and fell into hysterical laughter, not even able to form proper words; “RAHAHAHAHAHAHBAHAHAH!!!!!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know a ‘Rahbah’, but whatever their doing, it can’t be that bad~”, he said as he sped up the tickles, making it so you couldn’t even talk anymore, and you were to tired to move as well, from both the running and the tickling, so you just had to sit there and take it. 

Eventually he stopped, and you quickly pulled your hands down, still giggling from the tingling that you always got after you had been tickled for long periods of time. About an hour or so passed after that, Ranboo still would poke you or lightly squeeze your sides just to get you a bit flustered. 

When Phil eventually came to pick you up, you said your goodbyes and started to walk home. “So, what did you do? Did you have fun~?”, he said in his teasing voice that he used every so often. “I’m going to kill you” you said jokingly and with a small laugh in your voice. “Oh? And why would you do that?”, he said, giving you a small poke. 

After you squeaked, you just rolled your eyes playfully and said “I think you know exactly why”. Phil laughed a little, then said “You want to fly the rest of the way home?”, as he smiled at you. You nodded, and he let you hop onto his back, and took off into the air. 

Needless to say, next time you went to Ranboo’s house, you would be just as sassy to him as you were today

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Story 3: c!Tubbo x lee!reader (platonic)- unfinished

You knew for a fact that the next time you were to go to the overgrown Oreo and Bee boy’s  house you would be endlessly teased. 

Last time you visited, Phil had told Ranboo about your sensitivity, and Ranboo promised that he would tell Tubbo, and he never lies to you… and to your luck dismay, you were going there today because Phil, Techno and Ranboo had a syndicate meeting, so you had to prepare yourself mentally to see Tubbo, because you knew that the moment you stepped foot in the house, there was no turning back and your fate was sealed…. 

You had been with Tubbo for about ten minutes, and you quickly went to one of the many guest rooms, hardly saying hi to him to do your best to keep the teasing to a minimum. You had brought your favourite sketchbook with you so you could preoccupy yourself until Tubbo inevitably found where you had run off to. 

Well that time came sooner then you had expected, and he walked in about two minutes latter. “There you are! I was wondering where you went to~…” he said, already teasing you somehow. “Mmm…” you replied, forgetting why you were where you were, completely lost in your drawing. 

“Whachya’ drawing??” He asked, knowing this would get your attention, because you had a rule that no one is allowed to see this sketchbook until it’s completely filled out besides you. You quickly closed your book when that sentence was accompanied by a poke on your side, getting a squeak out of you, and you curled up into a ball, giggling slightly and quietly. 

You put your book down and sprinted away, Tubbo close behind you. It wasn’t to late, but you knew from babysitting Micheal that he would be asleep right now, so you didn’t worry about him finding out, but you didn’t want to wake him up, so you made sure to run far away from his room. 

You were thankful that it was such a huge house, but because of it, you knew for a fact that Tubbo would catch you, because, even though he may be slightly slower than you, even with the extra adrenaline, he had more stamina, so at this point you were just delaying the inevitable. 

You knew that, but you didn’t care, all you cared about is not waking up Micheal. After about five minutes of being chased all around the giant house, you had eventually been caught by the bee lover, and you knew there was no getting out of that now. 

You were stuck.

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Story 4: c!Wilbur x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Wilbur and Fawn were home alone together, just kind of chilling, Wilbur was playing the guitar and Fawn was singing along. 

Phil had taken Tommy to go see Tubbo and Techno had told Niki he’d help her with her garden, specifically with the potatoes she was trying to grow, so Fawn and Wilbur had decided that they were just going to do whatever, hence them playing music together. 

“Can you teach me how to play the guitar one day Will?”, Fawn asked their big brother after they finished up the song they were playing. “Yeah, sure! I might be a bit busy for the next little while, finishing up a new song, but definitely soon!”, he said, knowing when they make that kind of proposal, they normally mean some time in the near future. “Thanks Will!”, they said, with a small giggle in their voice. That small giggle made Wilbur get an idea. 

“Hey… if you want I can teach you right now Fawny~” said Wilbur teasingly, putting his guitar down. “Really? That’d be awes- wait a minute, ‘Fawny’? Why’d you use that name? Wilbur, please don’t tell me you’re planning what I think you’re planning.”, they said almost sternly, looking up at their brother, but seeing the smirk on his face made Fawn’s fight or fight reflex activate, but Wilbur could tell and grabbed their wrist so they couldn’t run. 

“Planning what Fawny? To be an awesome big brother and help you learn a new instrument~?”, said Will, his smirk growing at the anticipation in Fawn’s eyes. 

Fawn somehow managed to get their wrist free before their brother could attack, quickly running away. “That’s not going to help you much Fawny~! You’re just delaying the inevitable now!!!”, he called after them, getting up, but purposely giving them a few seconds head start to add to the anticipation. 

He chased them all around the house, but eventually took a shortcut to where Fawn was running to, and they ran into him, allowing Wilbur to catch them in his arms Catholic Church intro (<—— add link) style, and carry them to the living room. 

After pinning them down on the couch, Wilbur took his usual position, sitting on their arms to get a good shot at everything while having his hands (and wings) completely free to roam wherever they please. 

“Wihilbuhur dohon’t!!!”, Fawn managed to giggle out while their brother lifted their hoodie to the bottom of their binder, and just smirked at them, lightly brushing his fingers along their neck to show that this was happening no matter how much Fawn argued, because Wilbur knew they didn’t mean it. 

It’s hard to explain, but as the oldest of all the siblings, he developed this sixth sense to be able to tell when his siblings actually don’t want to be tickled or it’s their biological response, and right now, it was both a mix of biological response and also Fawn not wanting to admit that they actually really enjoyed it and wanted to be tickled really badly. (I don’t play the guitar, so if the notes are ones that are just strings/aren’t a note you can play on the guitar, please don’t bash me ㅠ ω ㅠ) 

Now’s when Wilbur took his plan into action, saying “Ok, so, this is A#…” he said, pretending that the space between Fawn’s ribs were the frets, and did the hand placement for the note, “strumming” on their torso, making them squeak and giggle, kicking out slightly from the feeling. “Ah, what beautiful music that comes from this guitar!”, Wilbur teased, ��strumming” even faster, making Fawn’s voice raze an octave. 

“Wihihihihilbuhuhuhuhr!!!! *squeak* ahahah, nohohohoho!!!!!!!”, they giggled from the attack, as Wilbur kept pretending that he was teaching them guitar. “Oh no Fawn, I think this guitar needs to be tuned, it’s all squeaky and changing tune like it has a mind of its own!”, he teased them, as they started to giggle louder, not wanting it to stop, but they would never admit that. 

“Okay Fawny, now I normally wouldn’t do this, but is looks like the sound hole has a lot of dust in it, so I have to clean that out!”, he teased as he inhaled deeply, blowing a huge raspberry on their belly button, making pour little Fawn scream, tears pricking at their eyes. “Okay Fawn, now I’m going to play a song so you get the basic idea of how fast you would have to go to actually play a song~” Wilbur continued with his teasing

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Fandom #2: My Hero Academia

-I have an OC in Mha with the same name as me that I named before that was my name, so if you’re confused about why we have the same name, that’s why-

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Story 1: Shoto x lee!OC (siblings)-unfinished

Kai and Shoto had been friends since they were about 4 and 6, so they go back a long time, and within that time, you learn a lot about a person! 

For example, mister icy hot learned about a special way to help his shy quiet friend when they’re sad or just need some loosening up. When this happens, Shoto will give a small light poke somewhere on Kai’s side. This was, for them, a way for the older to help the younger with any bad emotions and see them smile for a moment. 

Neither of them ever worried about other people seeing, because they just thought of it like cheering someone up, however, it did happen a lot less in class. Even though it happened less, some of the people that were close to them picked up on this habitat. 

It of course wasn’t everyone in the class, however everyone noticed it, but it was a few people. 

There was only one problem with the fact that a lot of the class knew, and that was that it was harder to get good battle training because if they made themself known, in close quarters it was very likely that the person would use it against them depending on who it was. 

In fact, this happened so often that Aizawa had to literally state the rule in front of the class and write it on the board in sharpie so it wouldn’t get erased: NO TICKLING KAI DURING TRAINING. 

Todoroki didn’t really ever tease them about it and found their reaction to it sweet, but he only ever actually tickled them when they asked him to, or when it was a day that Kai clearly just needed to laugh. 

Anyway like I said, a few other people had picked up on the habit, and these people were as follows (from most to least likely): Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Sero and even Baukougou had done it once, but that was really just to make fun of them.

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Story 2: Shoto x lee!reader (platonic)

You had a really shity day and were just ready to go back to the dorms and collapse on your bed. 

You finally got into your room after hours of being yelled at by Aizowia for falling asleep in his class 7 times today while Baukugou mocked you, Iida gave you a lecture, Deku tried to make you feel better by telling you about all the times he fell asleep in class, Ochoco joined Deku in the story telling, and most of all, your childhood friend, Todoroki, was trying to comfort you. 

None of your friends efforts were working, though (not that Baukugou was even trying to), and you just wanted the day to be over. After that, you immediately went back to your dorm room and covered your face with your pillows and just lay like that for about twenty minutes, until you felt your bed dip beside you. 

“Hey, are you okay? I would’ve come here immediately, but I thought you might want some time alone to calm down first, but I figured it’s been long enough.”, said the voice of your best friend, Todoroki, resting a hand on your stomach, which was enough to make you blush and get butterflies in your stomach, which made you thankful that you had pillows over your face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay, I-I’m just a b-bit tired, that’s all!”, you said in an attempt to not sound so flustered, but your stutter made it incredibly obvious. “Are you… flustered?”, he asks, kinda teasing kinda curious. 

“I-I.. Y-no? N-yes?? I-I don’t k-know what you m-mean!”, you stuttered. That’s when Todoroki noticed his hand placement. “Ooooooohhhhh” he said, now understanding. 

He slowly and carefully started to trace shapes over your stomach as you started to giggle and try to push his hand away, not successfully might I add. “Nohohohoho!!!! Whihihihy??? Ahahah!!!!!!!”, you protested, not actually wanting him to stop. 

He then moved from tracing shapes to lightly fluttering his fingers under your shirt and over you stomach with his cold hand (oof), while using his hot hand to warm you up a bit by making it hotter and lightly brushing it over your arms, neck, ribs, sides, face and torso. 

Your laughter and giggles would ring out for awhile after that

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Story 3: Dabi x lee!reader with extra character Shiggy (slightly less than platonic)-unfinished

Sleep. 

It’s almost as if Kai’s body didn’t know how how to do that.

Don’t get me wrong, they slept, but only for about 8 hours every month, the amount of sleep someone should be getting every day. Weirdly enough, this didn’t effect them to much, only falling asleep in class when they got way less sleep, like half an hour that month, which didn’t happen to often, so it wasn’t really a worry to their teachers.

Growing up in the Todoroki household had brought some dark times to their life at a young age. No one knew who their dad was, and their mom was a close friend of Rei Todoroki, their godmother. One day, a villain attacked the Ai home, and Kai’s mom, Ai Ayako, got killed trying to protect Kai, so they moved in with the Todoroki family, and seeing what Endever was doing to their godmother and Shoto Todoroki, pretty much the only person they can be themself around made them have terrible nightmares and hate going to sleep, resulting in the terrible sleep schedule they have now.

Since for some reason, it didn’t effect their performance in class, and because their quirk, five senses, allowed them to become almost undetectable, even though they can only use sight and sound right now, they were granted special permission from the school board to just kinda wonder around town as long as they have their quirk activated, and if they start to feel like they have used it for to long, come back to the dorms immediately.

And that’s what they were doing! Just kinda chilling, unable to be seen or heard, just the way they liked it, just sitting by their favourite abandoned house (yes, they have a favourite abandoned house), listening to music generated by their quirk.

All of the sudden, they felt a hand on their shoulder, scarring them to all shit, making them jump and squeak. They were very confused, as they were used to people bumping into them, then being confused at what they hit, but never anyone knowing where they were unless they were someone that they were not using their quirk on, which was pretty much impossible, because the only people they weren’t using it on at the moment was everyone at UA (except for Mineta, because they (along with me and pretty much anyone who watches MHA should) DESPISE Mineta), and they would probably all be asleep because of curfew, and people in the Todoroki family, so that if they ran into their family, they could say hi, but that was it. No one else should be able to-

“Hey, look who it is. The little disappearing kid from UA. What are you doing out?”, said a raspy voice, interpreting Kai’s thoughts. They looked up, and saw two people looking down at them. Well, more like one looking at them, and one looking at the one looking at them. 

“Who the hell are you taking to Dabi? Have you gone more bat-shit crazy then you already were?”, said the one looking at the one looking at- or, sorry, the one looking at Dabi. “Oh, are they using their quirk on you? Hmm… well, show yourself to Shiggy, he doesn’t bite…” said Dabi, a shit-eating smirk on his face from the look on Kai’s. 

‘Tomora Shigaraki and Dabi are here? Why? Why can Dabi see me? Why are they here of all places? Why is Dabi looking at me like that?

Why-‘ their thoughts got cut off again when they started to feel the fatigue that came with their quirk wearing off. They knew they had no choice but to show themself, otherwise, they would faint, and it was better to be conscious with two people as dangerous as the ones in front of them now, then be unconscious with them. So, they turned their quirk off, wobbling from the faint feeling they got, just avoiding going unconscious.

“Well well well, you’re not completely crazy after all Dabi!”, said Shigaraki in his very smooth and slightly soft yet bloodthirsty and unhinged voice. They don’t quite remember what happened next (definitely not because I couldn’t think of how, ahahha 😬) but Kai ended up in a secret bar in the house, sitting tied to a chair, but wasn’t really fazed anymore since they are a very nonchalant person and got over the shock fast.

“Why are you here? How did you find us?”, Dabi questioned Kai as they examined the room around them, just kinda humming in response. “Not talking, hmm? Hey, by the way, are you aware that during your fight with Todoroki in the sports festival, you only made what was happening unseeable to the people in the crowd? We heard about it, how the arena filled with smoke, but when I watched it live, I didn’t see any kind of smoke! Instead, I saw what really happened. Do you know what I’m referring to?”, Shigaraki asked, getting Kai to slightly blush from embarrassment. ‘Shit, I forgot that I can’t make things appear on cameras cuz they don’t have senses! Damn it, now the whole world knows…” they thought.

If you’re wondering what happened, I’ll tell you. At the sports festival, Kai and their best friend, and legal brother, Shoto, were up against each other. The two had promised not to hold back on each other despite being as close as they were, however, mid-battle, Todoroki had asked Kai to make them both silent and invisible, just so he could talk to them, and so they did. When they were completely unseeable (or so they thought), Todoroki gave them the look that he always gave them before he tickled them, but since they were so close together and had limited space to move, Kai couldn’t run away like they normally would, and ended up getting wrecked on live TV. When they asked Todoroki about it after the fight (that he won), he simply said he was worried that he was going to go to harsh on them and felt they needed a break from the match to just have fun for a moment.

“W-what are you t-talking about?”, Kai said, trying to sound unfazed, but the blush on their face and their stutter gave it away. 

That stupid shit-eating grin was back on Dabi’s face, but this time, he started walking towards Kai slowly. “Oh yeah, you’re right Siggy, something did happen~”, said Dabi, Making them even more worried then before. ‘No, their VILLAINS. There’s no way they’d TICKLE me… right?’ 

It only took Kai a minute to realize that hypothesis was wrong when Mr. Shit-grin finally reached them, taking long enough for Kai to start giggling nervously. “Aww, look at that, all scared and nervous, just waiting for me to attack… I feel bad for you kid, I really do, but we need to make sure you won’t ever come back here unless we decide you should” said Dabi, putting his hands on their knees, using them as support while he leaned in close to their face. 

“You’re. At. OUR. Mercy. Now.”

 He squeezed their knees, getting the same squeak out of them that he did when he scared them at the front of the house.

To say Dabi was amused by this would be an understatement. He always felt relatively indifferent about Kai, as they just had that kind of feel to them that if they saw him on the street, instead of rating him out for being there, as long as he wasn’t hurting someone, they wouldn’t do anything about it and just go about their day. Basically, he knew Kai probably wouldn’t say anything to UA or any pro hero’s, and at this point, he was just messing with them.

“Why’d you squeak, huh? We don’t scare you, do we? Hmmm~?”, he said, looking at Kai with the most smug smirk know to man while he continued to squeeze their knees, making them giggle and squeak. “Nohohohoho stohohohop *squeak* ihihit! Ahaha!!”, Kai said, now with a smile on their face as the tickling continued. “Why stop? Does it tickle? Ooh, it does tickle, doesn’t it~… Wow, who knew you were so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle~…”, the villain continued, in a very teasing manner. “Hey Shiggy, why don’t you join me? The more people, the more they’ll scream!”, said Dabi, and if Kai heard that in any other situation, they would have been terrified, but in this situation, it just caused them more anxiety, worry, and weirdly, considering the fact that if Shigaraki touched them with all five fingers, they would start to crumble and dissolve; excitement. “No, I’d rather sit back and enjoy their screams without getting my hands dirty” Shiggy said plainly. “Suit yourself” Dabi shrugged. Kai hadn’t expected Dabi to be so tease-y with them, or at least not appear to be enjoying it, but he looked as if this was the first time in a million years he had eaten.

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Scenario 1: Characters - OC, Kirishima, Fatgum, Tamaki (all platonic) /tickling mentioned/

Kai was with Kirishima, Fatgum and Tamaki for work studies, but they only really spoke to Kiri because the two were good friends, and Kai was intimidated by anyone they didn’t know well, aka Fatgum and Tamaki. Kirishima was also one of the few people who knew about how physically sensitive Kai was, teasing them about it constantly. Which leads me to the situation they were in now; Kai had just watched Fat absorb a few things into his stomach, a lot of them moving. “How do you do that?”, they asked quietly, but genuinely curious as well. “What do ya’ mean? It’s my quirk” Fatgum says in his usual jolly way. “O-oh, I know that, i-it’s just that even if I had your quirk, I-I could never do that, b-because…” they said, rambling on and on in their shy way, wishing they had never said anything. “I know why!”, Kiri chimes in, clearly amused by this situation. “It’s because they’re-“ he said, but Kai activated their quirk just in time to make him silent. Kiri was about to out them. “W-why did you silence him?”, Tamaki asked very quietly per his also shy personality. “O-oh, I j-just, umm, I-“ they said, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t be lying but also not letting them know about their secret. “I-it’s just that I’d be scared of the impact, even if I knew it wouldn’t hurt…” Kai said. The truth, but not what they meant when they asked how Fatgum did it. “Oh” replied Tamaki, not really getting an answer to his question, but not wanting to annoy them, so he stopped talking. That was the first time anything had come that close to revealing Kai’s secret. The second time was a bit past the point where Kai and Tamaki had started to become good friends, neither of them being any louder, though. Tamaki had accidentally bumped his elbow into their side, and heard a squeak come from them. He started to frantically apologize and ask if he had hurt them, to which Kai replied with the same frantic apologizing for scaring him and being in his way, as they explained that they were fine, just a bit surprised. After about two minutes of apologizing and stuttering, the two finally calmed down and went back to normal conversation. All of the sudden, Kirishima popped out of seemingly nowhere and pretty much shouted; “Hey Tamaki, wanna know why they squeaked like that?!”. Kai immediately started to blush, and (for one of the few times in their life) shouted “EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, I WILL END YOU!!!”, as the two of you started to playfully chase each other, both laughing a little at the others antics. “That was strange… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kai yell, not even at a villain…” Tamaki muttered softly as he looked as if he was trying to figure out something. Strangely enough, neither Fatgum nor Tamaki figured out what all the commotion was about whenever something like this happened until Kiri actually told Tamaki when he knew Kai wouldn’t be around to silence him, and after that, Kirishima started to tease them a lot more, and would sometimes even poke Kai a little and pretend it was an accident just to tickle and tease them a bit more around Fat and Tamaki, never failing to make Kai flustered as fuck :)

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Headcanon set 1: Shoto Todoroki ler HCs

Not a tease-y ler because he doesn’t see the point in teasing. He says it might make someone fell bad about it, and the point of him tickling someone is to make them feel better and let them laugh 

He’s not ticklish, or at least we don’t think he is. No one really knows, and people are to scared to find out, because, while he is an incredibly kind person, get in his bad side, and he’s terrifying

He has a tendency to say things that sound like teases, but really aren’t, and he genuinely means them as complements, like “your laughter sounds so happy and nice!”, or “your smile’s so cute! You seem so happy, I’m glad!”.

Not very into revenge tickles, cause if he cares about you enough to tickle you, you shouldn’t warrant revenge in his eyes, plus, since he’s never been tickled himself, he doesn’t know what it feels like, and since it makes people smile and laugh, he assumes that it makes people happy, and for some it does 

He makes his left side colder to get a better reaction from you, in turn making you scream

He won’t laugh with you, but he will smile a lot more than usual, as he finds your reactions cute

Cuddles after is a must, and might ghost his hands over your stomach to get you giggling all over again 

You have a code word for stop, just cuz it’s a reflex to say stop, and he knows it

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Headcanon set 2: Tamaki Amajiki ler HCs

Shy boy doesn’t know what to do at first 

I can imagine him liking being the lee more, so it starts off kinda timid and shy (then again, he’s always timid and shy)

However, he loves to see you smile, laugh and just being happy, so he soon finds that he actually really enjoys this as well, however, he worries about possibly hurting you 

Softest ler ever

Constantly asks you if your still doing okay or if this is fine, just making sure that you’re still having fun 

He starts to do it more often, and every time he does it, he gets a little less scared of hurting you, as he now knows what to do and what you like

He will always be shy of course, but he warms up more the more he tickles you

Has never tickled you to silent laughter because he stays pretty light with the tickles, barely getting above giggles for you, however, this means he goes for longer once he’s gotten used to tickling you because he doesn’t have to worry about it as much 

Won’t really tease, but he does laugh along with you and call you cute, which you consider teasing and he considers complements 

He gets so used to tickling you that he can’t go a day with out at least poking you once. He never does it around people though, he would get to embarrassed

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Headcanon set 3: Bakugou Katsuki ler HCs

RUTHLESS 

He’s already so ruff with you, and that either amplifies or decreases when he tickles you, depending on wether it’s for revenge or cheering you up 

Contrary to popular belief (or not, IDK), this boy is very soft when he wants to be

You tend to enjoy pissing him off for fun, kinda like a sport, but this little habit ends up with you getting tickled to silent laughter very often 

He teases relentlessly, weather it’s to cheer you up or not

Likes to state how much power he has over you, and how amazing he is. Like, he thinks he’s accomplishing something great by tickling you

You would never admit it, but half the time when you annoy him, it’s just to get him to tickle you, and the other half, it’s definitely a subconscious reason 

He is fucking evil, and he finds it hilarious to randomly attack you after you got closer to each other 

He says it’s cause he likes watching you just crumble into his arms, completely at his mercy 

Mans is a TERRIFYING ler, holy fucking shit

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Fandom 3: Assassination Classroom

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Story 1: Karana x lee!reader (platonic)-unfinished 

You and Karma had been friends since forever, and the two of you got along surprisingly well. There was always one thing that bothered him about you, though.

He could read everyone else, he could find their weaknesses, but with you… even after so many years of being your friend, he still couldn’t read you, still couldn’t find any weaknesses of yours.

Which is why he was so pleased with the events that transpired today before school…

You and him live in the same area, in fact, you guys live next to each other, so you’ve always known each other. Because you two lived so close to each other, you often walked to school together, then went to sit on the stairs.

And that’s exactly where the two of you were now, on the stairs, him sitting up-right and playing with his anti-Koro sensei knife, and you, laying down on his lap with your face to the sky.

He surprisingly doesn’t mind you laying on him, and he’s pretty used to it, however you always end up having conversations like; “why do you insist on always sitting like that?” “Cuz it’s comfortable, Karmy~” “And why do you always call me ‘Karmy’?” “Cuz you hate it.” “I don’t HATE it, just slightly annoying.” “Yeah yeah, sure. Either way, it’s what I’m going to call you”

You were in the midst of such a conversation when you were teasing him- probably the only person who can get away with that (for the most part)- and he said “Sureee, you’re soooo much better than me at that. I’ll let you believe that…” and poked your stomach once in retaliation.

He expected you to say “Hey!”, and go into a tangent about why you are better then him at whatever you were arguing about, but instead you… squeaked? Not only did you squeak, you also kinda crumpled in on yourself and giggled slightly.

His eyes widened with mischief, his face morphing into an evil smirk. Oh no… he had figured out your weakness. The one that you had managed to hide from him for 12 years, but now, he had discovered it, and holy shit was he going to have some fun with this

“Hey [NAME]… are you by any chance… ticklish~?”

‘Shit’. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, he already knew the answer and lying would only make your situation worse, but at the same time, if you said yes, he would tease you about how compliment you were and how you must enjoy this, which wouldn’t exactly be wrong, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until your face was as red as his hair, so you chose your last resort option. You knew you could pull it off cuz you were good at hiding how flustered you were, otherwise how else could you have hidden your weakness from him for so long.

“What’s that?”, you asked adding in a furrowed brow and a cock of the head for good measure. 

He was clearly slightly caught off guard by that, his smirk turning to confusion. You did your best not to laugh at his face, but you hadn’t ever seen such a look on his face in all the years you had known him, and when you let out a small laugh, he was snapped out of his confusion.

“And what are you laughing at?”, he said, playfully glaring at you. “Yohour fahahace” you giggled, covering your mouth slightly with your hand. His smirk resumed on his face, evilness filling the air. “Oh, I’ll give you something to laugh about-“ he said, and dug his fingers into your ribs. You screamed in surprise, then small giggles started pouring out of your mouth.

“Stohohohop!!!! Thahahat tihihicklehehes!!!!”, you said, trying to pry his hands off your extremely sensitive sides.

“Wow, you’re so percepti- wait a minute… if you don’t know what being ticklish is, how do you know what being tickled feels like? Holy shit, you little lier! You knew what it was didn’t you?! Oh, you just made your situation 100x worse for yourself~” he said, moving from digging to harsh squeezes, but not to harsh, he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“AHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!!!!!!”, you screamed, trying desperately to escape, but your favourite sitting position turned into a weapon for Karma, as he had you trapped in his lap.

He continued with the squeezing with one hand, and poked your ribs with the other. You let out a loud squeak as you tried to pry his hands off you as he continued to tease you, making you blush.

“Wow, you’re SUPER ticklish, now aren’t you~? We’ve known each other for how long, and you kept this hidden from me? Well, now I’m going to have to make up for lost time… wow, this is surprisingly cute~. Why didn’t you tell me you were this cute while being tickled~???”, he teased you, making you blush.

Just then, Koro sensei appeared in front of the two of you, startling you and not fazing Karma. “While I’m glad you two are having fun together, class is about to start, and I’d hate for you to be late” he said, and Karma let go of you as you tried to recover.

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The rest of the day wasn’t any different from the morning, and with you sitting beside Karma, you were easy for him to get. He poked your side at random intervals through out class, making you squeak and the entire class turned to look at you. You just covered your blushing face while Karma just smirked at you.

However, gym class was even better worse. 

Mr. Karosuma had made the two of you sparing partners, and Karma went behind you many times and held you to tickle you, and while normally you could have fended him off, you were on edge and tired, not to mention the fact that you crumpled in on yourself every time which made fighting impossible, your reactions only giving Karma more incentive to keep tickling you.

This went on all day, and none of the teachers did much to stop it, cuz it was relatively good assassination training for the both of you- you to try to escape, and Karma to not let you escape. Not to mention that Koro sensei honestly found your bond cute.

On your walk home together, he actively forced you onto his back, carrying you piggyback style and lightly tickled your inner knees and thighs the entire way back as you had no choice but to hold onto him tight, unless you wanted to fall that is. Not to mention his evil teasing. For the first time in his life he was calling someone cute as a way to tease them in a close friends kinda way instead of to berate them.

He did the same thing on your walk to school the next day. He stayed true to his word of making up for lost time, as ever single chance he got, he would tickle you. This made you jumpy all the time, and he found it fucking hilarious. You didn’t really mind it all to much though. You always sort of enjoyed being tickled, in fact, there used some days where you’d wish that Karma knew, and now that he did… well, you definitely didn’t mind it.

Everything had become sort of a routine, and the both of you had gotten so used to it that when to two of you started walking everyday, you subconsciously got on his back, when you laid across his lap, you would put you hands behind your head, during training, if he got behind you would fall into him, but very subtly (one time, he purposely didn’t catch you and you fell. He found it so funny, then he sat on your hips and ticked you. That was the one time the teacher properly stepped in), and you never had your arm covering the side facing him during class.

After almost two months of this, he suddenly stopped. It came out of the blue, just happened one day. To be honest, it made you feel a bit sad. All through out the day, not even a single poke. If only you knew what was in store… See, he was purposely not tickling you so he could catch you off guard. After a week of this, he invited you over for a sleepover. The two of you had only ever had one sleepover before, and it was mostly to plan on how to kill your teacher, so you were a bit sceptical, but agreed nonetheless. He was your best friend after all.

When you got to his house, everything seemed a bit off. His parents were out of town for a few days, and it was a weekend, so you didn’t have a set time to wake up. Instead of sleeping in a bedroom, he had things set up in the living room so the two of you could watch t.v and turn it off when you were tired enough to sleep and not have to walk to his room. 

He had a movie picked out to watch- Coraline- and snacks. He was being to nice, to upbeat. Something had to be up.

The two of you sat down on the floor, a big pile of blankets and pillows on the ground. You two sat in your normal position, you flopped on his lap, but you noticed he placed his hands on your stomach, making you feel butterflies, every time he hands shifted slightly, you jumped a little, making him smirk. Everything was going according to plan.

Then it happened. The tickle scene in the movie finally came, the entire reason he chose it in the first place. 

At that point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and blurted out “CAN YOU JUST-“, but you stopped at the word ‘tickle’. You couldn’t say it. It was to flustering for you, you just couldn’t. 

“Can I just what~?”, he asked as you got all fidgety. He reviled in the blush appearing on your face. “You know, just… mmph” you grumbled. “I don’t know what ‘mph’ is 

[NAME]~” “J-just, you know… t-… tic-…” “You want some tictacs?”, he asked as if he didn’t know all to well what you wanted. “Karma… please…?”, you said small-ly, clearly missing the playful gesture. Now, this man may be sadistic, but when you sounded so sad like that, this went from a mission to fluster you to a mission to cheer you up.

Of course, he still wanted to tease you though, he just decided to go about it slightly differently. “Please what~? I don’t get what you mean, you have to tell me~…” he said, but his actions spoke differently. As you were focused on the fact that he was being mean, you didn’t notice his hand slowly snake around your torso until he started squeezing your side.

You were completely caught off-guard by this, and you let out a surprised scream followed by laughter. “K-kahaharmahaha!!!”, you giggled out, kicking and moving side to side. “What is it [NAME]~? I’m not doing anything ~” he said as you giggled and laughed, trying to escape, but there was no way in hell Karma would let you do that. After all, he new you didn’t want to in the first place. 

“KAHAHaharmahahaHA!!!! Dohohon’t plahahay thahahat gahahahame!!!!”, you giggled, a blush forming on your face, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your sadistic friend who was currently MURDERING you with laughter.

“Hey, [NAME]~… are you ok? First you have a random outburst of laughter, now your face is turning red…” he said, as he moved his hand that wasn’t squeezing your side to do the same motion on your thigh. With that simple moment, your laughter raised an octave.

“KARMAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!”, you screamed, squirming in his grip, and he just laughed at you. 

“Ok [NAME], looks like you caught me! And was being so subtle about it to. Oh well, doesn’t change much. Say… is your back ticklish ~?”, he asked, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach and sat on you to keep you pinned, using his knees to keep your hands down. Then he lifted your shirt so your back was bare, and started to skitter his blunt nails all over your back, and every so often moving his hands to your sides.

“Hmmm, so it is~. That information will come in handy…” he said close to your ear, his breath in your ear making you squeak. 

“Oh, are your ears ticklish to~?”, he said, keeping one of his hands at your back and moving his other one up to your ears and neck, turning your loud giggles all squeaky. “They are! This will be even more useful, especially when your sitting how you normally do~”

“K-karmahahaha!!!!”, you giggled, trying to get out of his tickly prison, but failing, not that you minded. 

After a little while of him attacking your back, neck and ears, he asked his question again. “Hey [NAAAAAMMMME]~? Are your arms ticklish?”. If you could have widened your eyes, you would have. He quickly moved his hands to your arms, making you scream. Your arms were insanely ticklish.

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Holy FUCK that was a lot… I hope you liked it, I put a lot of effort into it. Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever else you celebrate at this time of year! I hope you had a good celebration! Well, I’m going to head to sleep now, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p🎄