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[jeawrites]

Hello 👋,

I am alive.

I made a new acc forever ago, decided; "hey, maybe you don't need a new acc?" So I died on both accs.

I decided, like, maybe a week ago that I was gonna come back to this one and leave the other one as a backup? So it's dead for the time being and I'll be posting on this one.

It's been a year since my last post on here and I've fallen back into my love for bbs n stuff. I don't think I'll be writing mcyt stuff for a bit, but yeah.

I'm trying to get back into it 👍

Idk how things will actually play out, so it's a bit we'll see, but I hope to get back into posting on here eventually. I've got my prompts list pinned back up and request are open but that's not a guarantee I'll write it; it's mostly to.help renormalize myself.

Hope you're all having a good time rn. :D

[jeawrites]

Dream is enrolled in a challenge arena that he's been practicing for for months. He gets in the arena only to find out that the challengers have been partnered together and he's been assigned "Technoblade" who has a deadpan voice and looks very much not thrilled to be there. Over the course of the tournament dream finds out techno was actually very nervous about the tournament and kinda shut down b/c he doesn't know how to talk to people. Dream's opinion of techno improves greatly as he figures out Techno's way of thinking and they end up winning the competition together :')

(This is a lovely idea for a first meeting and I can't express how happy it made me)

Dream crossed his arms, gripping slightly at his hoodie sleeves.

Of all the bad luck they changed the rules of the event. Which, normally he wouldn't bat an eye at- especially in a partners based rule. He enjoyed teaming to an extent and he was social enough to build some sort of chemistry to a stranger.

But, not this guy. Not with the way he's acting.

Techno Blade.

He remembered hearing gasps and whispers of the name as people hovered around the duo's listings. And, when he saw his name next to the one causing that much stir he figured it was because it was someone cool. Now he's figuring its because the guy is terrible and known for that.

Normally Dream wouldn't be thinking like this and he'd shrug off a bad played and carry if needed, but he worked so hard for this one. He trained for days and days for months only for his partner to be some stoic wannabe "cool guy".

Dream was competitive. He had to be in a challenge like this. He was not prepared to lose early, he didn't even consider it a possibility and he wasn't going to start now.

They stood together on the waiting platform to be lifted to the start. Hunger Games wasn't too bad but this wad meant to be a series throughout the week leading to a final sky wars 2 v 2. In order to move on they had to place in the top 50 of 110.

He tapped his foot a taf impatiently and finally sighed out in some form of defeat. He had tried talking strategies with the guy and he tried to discuss what he might be trained in but Techno either evaded the question or he gave some mysterious answer of "you'll see". Whatever that means.

"Do you... Know anyone else in the tournament?' Dream decided to ask. Maybe he just wanted to get a sense on the guy and try and read his character, ready to over analyze the question.

Techno glanced towards him, his lips pursed before he nodded slightly. "I... Have a couple friends playing," he answered, looking up. His voice was bland, nearly toneless but it held a slight shake in it like his voice was wavering on the deepness it held. Like he was putting up a front.

Dream nodded and felt a little relieved that they could talk about something then. "I do too," he replied with a shrug. Before any other words could be said, however, the platform shook and then slowly began to rise.

Day light shined down on the huge circle and Dream grinned a tad, happy to finally be free and out. Rhe countdown began as soon as everyone was up, and there was a grace period of thirty seconds declared.

He turned on his heals to face away from the middle, a tad surprised to see Techno was doing the same. The man's eyes were narrowed and he was clearly ready to run.

Maybe... He had a plan after all.

The alarm rang out and people took off every which way, but Dream and Techno stuck together. They found a building and a couple of chest, quickly looting them.

Dream had spotted another one and went to grab at it before hearing the sound of swords clashing. He turned with wide eyes and watched as Techno skillfully knocked someone down, their body being teleported away. "Woah," he mumbled. "Woah! Dude that was awesome!" he exclaimed, quickly opening the chest as his mouth ran. "That was so smooth, you look like you didn't even take a punch! That's so cool," he laughed and stepped back after grabbing some food, smiling towards the other from behind his mask.

Techno offered him a small and hesitant smile before he gestured back. "I heard a commotion to the right of us, we should head left and out," he said.

Dream nodded happily to that idea.

--

Only 20 more people had to be eliminated before the event ended. Dream and Techno were camped out at mid, sharing in a small conversation as they enchanted their stuff and waited.

"So did you practice before the event?" Dream asked, "you sorta brushed me off the last time I asked."

Techno nodded a bit. "I practiced a bit... Sorry I ignored you," he said, "I... Was a little stressed coming into this. I was honestly unprepared for how many people showed up," he sighed softly. "Then teaming was announced and I got paired with a stranger and that, no offence, made me... I don't know. I wasn't here and really didn't want to be here," he said

He handed Dream his helmet and continued enchanting. "Phil says I'm probably the worst at meeting people cause I'm awkward," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "I wasn't entirely ready to have a chatty teammate."

Dream felt like something finally clicked then and he felt a tad guilty for dissing Techno at the beginning of the event. "So you're awkward," he noted with a nod. "You must really be in your element here though! You talk a lot when it comes to fighting," he said. Then he chuckled. "Guess its my lucky day that was the case. I was fully prepared to drop you if you weren't going to help out."

"I wouldn't blame you," Techno said, "I'd probably do the same thing."

They shared a quick laugh and the game continued.

After ten minutes Techno and Dream had ended up eliminating five of the remaining teams. The game ended and the winners were gathered in the center to see where they ended up on the leader boards.

Techno and Dream topped the event. Both were tied for first in an equal amount of kills.

With day one coming to an end, Dream honestly couldn't wait for the remaining week and his time with Techno.

[jeawrites]

KK, N, and maybe situation of at party and one got overwhelmed and then they went for a walk or something like that? Pairing of kryoz/Smii7y or Brock/Brian

(Its been so long,,, since I've written for moo and bri. This is sweet)

kk. “Can I hold your hand?” 

n. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

Brian was a loud mouth.

He was handsome and quite charismatic without trying, in all honesty he could probably make anyone in a room fawn over him if he put effort into it. But, he wasn't bothered with that. Instead he preferred the 'cool guy' vibe and lingered to the wall with a group of friends, making inside jokes and loudly laughing when he could.

Sometimes this would lead to him losing himself in the moment and he'd forget his surroundings. Sometimes that would lead to him bumping into a few people or acting a tad insensitive- not to a person but rather a situation. He'd joke about bullying or find himself mocking whoever he spilt his beer on. Of course that'd lead to a good earful from Anthony at some point, or even David if he felt like it.

But, god, he couldn't bring himself to say a word as he walked into the kitchen and bumped into Brock. He had turned without looking and bumped shoulders with the man, and while he didn't particularly mind sense he knew Brock well enough, he couldn't help catching the shaky gasp that left him.

He glanced over and noticed the other clutching the counter, his eyes closed. "Brocky? You okay?" he asked, his brows knitting together in concern as he gently touched his shoulder.

"'m fine," Brock nodded, but he sounded winded. "Just... I just need a minute- I- I can't," he gestured to himself and then gripped his chest, which heaved in a series of deep breaths.

"Wanna get some air?" Brian suggested easily, no tease on his lips and malice was never in the question. He was genuinely concerned.

Brock nodded and he opened his eyes a bit, wincing at the light. "Help me?"

"What do you need me to do?" he asked softly.

"Can I hold your hand?"

Brian nodded and gently laced his fingers with Brock's hand, tugging softly. "Lean on me if you need. We can head out the back and lap around to the front," he said.

Brock nodded and leaned against Brian's side, following him to the door and all the way into the blissful peace of the backyard.

It was made into a bit of a smoke break area, but it was mostly empty due to the slight crisp in the air. Brock didn't seem to care, he took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly into the night sky, his breath fogging the area.

Brian gave him his moment, leading him a tad farther from the house to avoid the lights. It was peaceful for a while.

Once Brock felt a bit better they began to walk towards the gate, a nice silence filling between them as they looped around to the front of the house.

"Wanna go back in?" Brain asked, pointing his thumb towards the house.

Brock glanced over and then shook his head. "Can... We stay like this for a while?" he requested, gently squeezing Brian's hand.

Brian smiled softly and nodded. "Course Brocky," he said and gently pulled him away. "How's a walk sound? I can bully you a little and get you used to the people inside again," he joked.

Brock rolled his eyes and followed along. "That wouldn't be cool of you. I bet people would love to see Anthony scold you though," he teased back in a threat.

"Rude!" Brian gasped. "See if I ever help you again, smart guy," he huffed. But, laughter fell from both of them shortly after.

Brian was a loud mouth and sometimes a bully... But Brock was always the exception.

[jeawrites]

Tubbo is the young god of nature and animals. The forest is his domain and he is young and thriving in this new world when he meets someone he'd like to call a friend. god!Tubbo in a dream smp au where literally everything he has done has been for tommy. Soft found family content is what I LIVE for and I would die if you included Tubbo keeping his godly status a secret only to reveal it in some dramatic fight when tommy was abt to die

(This request made me go :D and I just wanted u to know that)

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, descriptions of injury, reference to Tubbo's execution, character death

Vaguely based off the smp lore, kind of an alternate to the overthrowing of Schlatt.

"I didn't help you just so you could replace one tyrant with another!"

Tubbo stood frozen with shock, the man before him shouting things that he couldn't understand. He was on their side. He was on their side! And, now they all ran a chance of a painful death.

He glanced around the world. The grass was soft beneath his feet and freshly made. The world was generated not too long ago and he was blessed to be the protector of its nature. The forest protected him as he came to terms with who he was now from who he was in another world. From where he last left an impact.

The wind brushed his cheek and he was startled from his bliss by the sound of footsteps echoing through the woods. With a sharp inhale he ducked around a tree, hiding with unease. Mortals weren't an uncommon sight, really he enjoyed befriending them, but it was so soon. People were already spawning in? He was sure he'd have more time.

A boy emerged from the trees, grumbling to himself as he gripped an Axe tightly. "Stupid people taking my stuff," he huffed, glancing around before letting the tool disappear. "Join the world! It'll be fun!" he mocked and rolled his eyes, rubbing his face afterwards.

Tubbo watched, his eyes studying the other. He heard a squeak from the bushes and made up his mind. With a bit of forced confidence he stepped out from behind the tree, a nervous smile filling his face. "Hello."

Tommy jumped, his head snapping towards Tubbo in surprise. "Shit! Who are you?" he asked, voice pitched and startled. "Christ you scared me," he added, gripping at his chest.

"I'm sorry! Sorry," Tubbo said, putting his hands up to show peace. "I didn't mean to scare you! I'm- my names Tubbo! I sorry, I just saw you here and I'm new and-"

"Jesus man, calm down," Tommy huffed. "No need to apologize, I was just caught by surprise s'all." He straightened up and nodded. "I'm Tommy. Its nice to meet you, Tubbo." He held his hand in front of him and a pair of boots appeared. "Here, your feet must hurt a bit."

Tubbo stared at the item in confusion but took it with an added insistence of Tommy shoving his hand forward a bit more. "Oh, um... Thank you," he said with a small smile. "You- that's really nice of you!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm a nice guy! Say, I don't suppose you've really been on all that long, yeah? Why don't we be friends," he suggested with a grin. "I'll help you get some stuff and you can help me stop people from taking my stuff," he chuckled.

And, Tubbo had never become attached this quickly. Despite being young he knew the consequences of relying on a person. But, he saw an underlying genuineness to Tommy's suggestion and despite being offered such simple kindness, Tubbo couldn't help but agree. "That sounds great!"

Tommy being his first friend on the world made Tubbo find a reason to connect everything he did back to him.

Maybe that's why he found himself gasping as Techno pointed the crossbow at him. Respawning took a lot out of him and he'd never make it back if he were to fall now. He'd never make it back. Tommy would be in danger and he wouldn't be able to help.

His fingers tightened at his side, his suit crumpled at the edges and covered in dirt. The world screamed at him to move, the grass pleaded for him to run but he couldn't. He needed to protect him.

Tubbo hummed softly, his fingers tracing over the leaves of some nearby bushes. Its been a while sense he had came to this world but the nature was just as beautiful as ever. Even with the growing populations and buildings beginning to stretch out, the forest still preserved a beauty around it that made him happy.

He heard a whisper in his ear with the wind and he mumbled a thank you to the trees around him as he stood up straight, patting out his shirt with a small smile before turning to spot someone coming from between the break in the woods.

"Tubbo! My friend, how are you?" Tommy beamed as he approached, arms opening wide to emphasise his excitement.

Tubbo laughed softly and shrugged a bit. "Good as I can be!" he grinned and stepped forward. "Its been... Nice these last few days," he noted, looked around.

"Its been a nice break," Tommy responded easily, patting his shoulder before gesturing back with his head. "Of course, we do need to do some planning in case something is to happen. Wilbur's going nuts," he joked.

Tubbo glanced towards the opening in the cave where Philza stood. He heard plenty about his adventures and his life in other worlds. The man was a living legend and the one dead before him was Wilbur. The one who Tommy had been looking up to.

He gazed back to Techno who was ready to fire until Tommy ran forward.

"No! Techno stop!" he shouted, punching the man. Techno stumbled, rubbing his cheek before he turned his aim to Tommy.

Tubbo's eyes widened.

He awoke with a gasp, clutching his face immediately. There was an ache where his fingers brushed, and he could feel the scarring. His eyes closed and he breathed out. He was alive.

He glanced over, pausing as he saw wide eyes staring at him. "... Tommy?"

The blonde shot from his seat, pulling Tubbo close. "You're okay!" he exclaimed, shoulders shaking. "Y-you're okay..." his voice shook. "I can't believe he shot you."

"I won't let you hurt Tubbo again!" Tommy shouted, shielding himself as Techno brought his sword down upon him.

"You don't understand, Tommy," Techno hissed, swinging his leg and knocking the boy down. He pointed his cross bow at him again, finger on the trigger. "This isn't a choice."

Tubbo felt his anger grow. "Stop it!" he shouted, vines extending from the ground and angrily enveloping Techno, restraining the man. Techno held his hand out, squeezing. The vines wrapped tightly around Techno, the man disappearing quickly.

He had killed him.

The battle field fell silent. Tubbo let the vines fall and he swayed a bit. He hadn't used his powers in so long, it felt as though his energy had completely depleted. Before he fell, he heard the distant sound of a shout from Tommy.

--

He woke a few days later, though he mostly stayed asleep that long out of worry. He couldn't bare to face his friend after pulling a stunt like that- he was afraid to be hated.

His eyes opened and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. This all felt oddly familiar... He turned his head and met a pair of eyes. They were calm and tired.

"Tommy," he greeted softly.

"I can't believe you," Tommy huffed as he stood, walking over and hugging Tubbo tightly. "Don't worry me like that, dick! I thought you died- that was scary," he huffed.

Tubbo teared up and gripped Tommy tightly. "You're not mad?"

Tommy pulled back. "Mad?" he rolled his eyes. "You mean over you killing Techno? Of course not! He had it coming."

"I- I mean over how I killed him."

"Oh," Tommy mumbled. Then, he shrugged. "Tubbo, that was the coolest fuckin thing I'd seen. If I was angry about anything it was your potential death! Besides, getting pissed at you would be pointless. You're my only family left," he smiled.

Family.

Tubbo felt a sob leave him at the word and he pulled Tommy into another hug.

They were family.

[jeawrites]

HEYO!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS JEA!!!!

aye wishing you happy holidays and star travels and everything you would normally find on a christmas card. hehe :P

Seriously tho, I hope you're well 💕💕

Anyways didn't mean to bother you but I just wanted to wish you cs you're me friend

see you on the other side? idk I've been drinking a lil bit ;)

-E🌴 💕💕

Haha. Merry Christmas E🌴!! I appreciate the wishes! I also hope for you to have a good day and all that. Lets have a good final stretch to the new year, yeah?

[jeawrites]

ONE MORE,, HERE WE GO,, techno talks to Tubbo after the festival and apologizes to him for shooting the crossbow. He's not great with words, and he's never liked having to talk about his anxiety- but Tubbo was hurt, and it was his fault. Tubbo forgives him.

(This one particularly stung to write! I hope I did it justice, haha)

Warnings: Mentions of Tubbo’s execution, Scar, vague violence, mentions of fighting.

Techno hated feeling guilty. It was a nagging feeling and it drove him down a hole to his own self loathing and wouldn't let go until he fixed it. However, fixing it wasn’t exactly an easy task- though maybe that was because he was never in a position to talk about it.

He had no clue how to even address Tubbo and what he did to him. Tommy was a big factor in that as well because he had no idea how to get around the blonde in order to talk to him. Of course, he knew that it was fair, one of the many consequences that had come from the festival. Which would have been fine if he didn’t zone out for the last half.

He stared at the water and finally sighed in defeat, falling back into the grass. Maybe spending time alone wasn't a good idea. His thoughts were clouding his head and he was finding it harder than usual to focus on any of them. He could still hear the fireworks and the yelling if he was in silence, like he never truly left the scene. His eyes had barely closed as he tried to ground himself within the area. Then he heard footsteps and his shoulders tensed.

He looked up as a figure stood above him and fell silent as he recognized who was there. The scars covering the boy made him flinch- he hadn’t been close enough to really see the damage that was dealt but it was noticeable. And the guilt was beginning to crawl back over him but paused as he saw a soft smile fill the other's face.

"Evening, Techno," he greeted, moving around him and slipping off his shoes as he put his feet into the lake, sighing softly and sitting down by the edge of the water. "It's a beautiful night tonight, yeah?" he asked, though his head was tilted down.

Techno had just watched in subtle surprise as the scene played out. It… Didn't feel real but he was slowly regrounding himself, touching the grass and pulling gently. Breathing out as he pushed himself back up to sit, he took in the surrounding area for a moment. It was calming and he was there. That was relaxing enough. "Where's Tommy?" he asked softly.

Tubbo shrugged, looking up towards the sky for a moment, smiling softly as he examined the stars. "He's off with Wil, trying to figure out some stuff... I snuck off on my own," he answered, glancing over towards Techno again. "What brings you out here? Noticed you haven't been around much," he noted, tilting his head back some more to curve over and peer at him.

"Just… thinking," he answered, bringing his knees up to his chest awkwardly. He was technically thinking- if his anxiety had anything to say about it.

“About what?” Tubbo pried, but his voice held a genuine curiosity.

“Life,” Techno answered simply, forcing his voice to stay plain. Life involved incidents, so this was another truth in technicality. He spent most of his time trying to piece together the festival and what happened at its fullest. It was hard to remember now, when he thought back to it, just how the execution played out. He was overwhelmed throughout most of the event, even at the point when he ran away after shooting into the crowd. Even at the point where he fought Tommy… but that was all also fuzzy. So much of it was fuzzy.

"Gripping the grass awfully hard there, Techno," Tubbo mentioned and Techno quickly flinched his hand back, instead wrapping his arms around his knees.

"Tubbo, hey," he went to speak but stopped, furrowing his brows and then shaking his head. “I uhm- I,” he trailed off and made a face. What was he supposed to do here? This wasn’t a simple accident- it’s not like he was trying to apologize for breaking a glass. He swallowed thickly. “People… bother me,” he said slowly, finding his thoughts slowly.

Tubbo raised a brow. “Well, I figured that. You’re nearly never in a group,” he noted, making a face as he fixed his position, turning around fully in his spot to face Techno. His feet made the grass a bit damp but he didn’t seem to mind.

Techno nodded slightly. “I know,” he replied. “But I’m not good in large groups of people. Especially when they’re- when they’re watching me,” he gestured lightly with his head. “They uh- it gets worse if people are yelling at me,” he trailed off. "I'm so sorry. For- for the festival," he said, gripping at his pants leg.

Tubbo jumped lightly at the sudden apology opening his mouth to speak but he couldn't get a word in as the man continued.

"It shouldn't have played out the way it did- I just," he didn't know how to phrase it, his mind fought for words and he sputtered around excuses and the truth. "I- I got overwhelmed and there were so many people," he looked down, "it was- if I knew that they were going to make me do that I wouldn't have gone- if I was better maybe I wouldn't have caved-- I don't know."

His chest felt a bit tight. God- he hurt a kid, and such an innocent one at that Was the realization just fully dawning on him? He gave him scars and he hadn’t bothered to fully feel affected until now? "It's my fault and it's- it's my head's fault and I- You got hurt because of me! I wasn't supposed to let you get hurt but you did and-" his breath hitched as he felt arms wrap around him.

Techno felt dizzy and he felt sick but he couldn’t bring himself to move back, though an underlying fear of making everything worse is what prevented him from doing that.

"… It's alright," Tubbo mumbled after the silence, a smile in his voice that mixed with a gentleness that most kids would never be able to hold onto in a situation of war. "I forgive you, y'know? Tommy doesn't speak for me,” despite the joke, neither of them laughed. “I… I know it was scary up there--" he trailed off for a moment, breathing out softly and then shaking his head, "But hey! We're both safe now, right?"

He pulled away and grinned brightly. "We're all one big family now! It's a given that I'd forgive you," he laughed. "The scars are a little ugly but… I can bear them. And, if I can do that then I can definitely forgive you."

Techno felt overwhelmed again, but a small sense of closure fell over his shoulders and relieved some of the guilt that flooded him. He breathed out shakily and closed his eyes, nodding a bit. "Right… you’re right. Thank you, Tubbo," he fell back again, laying in the grass with a sigh. "God, when did you and Tommy grow up this much?" he peered his eyes open, gazing at the stars.

"War requires growth," Tubbo said with a shrug. "Tommy and I… we're both still dumb and immature but," he paused for a moment before he chuckled, "We're both trying to grow up faster than we should cause we want to help support our beliefs with all of you guys beside us."

Techno smiled a bit.

"You're a good kid, Tubbo."

"And you're a good friend, Techno."

[jeawrites]

Philza Minecraft helping Techno with his social anxiety by providing an out for him at an event/festival when he started looking uncomforable

(Best!! Friends!! Thank you for requesting!)

Warnings: none

It was the end of a big tournament and the town declared a festival to celebrate the winners.

Of course, it being a pvp-based duo type deal, Techno and Phil won without much of an issue. Though, Dream and his friends had decided to miss out on this one so maybe that’s why it was less of a struggle to victory. 

Or, maybe Techno just liked to brag about how easy it was when, in reality, the whole ordeal had stressed him out to no end and drained every ounce of energy he had left. From training to the actual event itself, he had lost most of his energy. So, adding a social factor into the mix wasn’t something he was particularly happy about.

But, Phil was good at reading people. It's arguably one of his greatest strengths. So, when Techno began to linger closer to the wall, and when he started avoiding eye contact and grabbing at his own arm; he understood what was going on.

Techno was already not the best with groups larger than five. Frankly, they were loud and mostly unnecessary in his opinion- especially when it held people wanting to talk to him. He would have been fine with the party if he could have been on his own for a minute, but everywhere he turned was a new face with more words than his ears could hear.

He was drained and his attention was getting grabbed by other things all at once. It was overwhelming and he needed to go somewhere else.

"Techno! Just the man I needed to see," Phil butted in and outstretched his hand, grabbing Techno's arm gently before he smiled politely towards the surrounding crowd. "I apologize but I'm afraid we both have something we need to do. Be right back!" His wings extended and wrapped around Techno, shielding him from the gazes of those around them as they moved.

And, they walked away.

Of all the miracles that could have happened, walking away just never laced his mind as one of them.

They left the crowd behind and soon found themselves in the quieter back alleys of the town, the lights of the festivities illuminating the nearby sky but not quite reaching them.

It was the breather Techno needed really.

He leaned against a wall with a soft sigh, his eyes closed. He stayed quiet for a few minutes, letting himself cool down as he came into his own peace with the world and felt grounded again. Then, he opened his eyes and sent a hint of a smile towards Phil, who had patiently been waiting for him, before looking down. “Sorry I-”

"Nuh uh- none of that... Its fine," Phil said, brushing it off easily. "I just saw you in danger and came to your rescue!" he laughed gently at the glare he received before softening up, a serious look crossing his eyes but his smile never fell. “Seriously, you know I can read you like a book and you looked ready to get out," he shrugged, "I only hope I was helpful enough."

Techno nodded a bit and closed his eyes again for a final breath. "You were fine," he mumbled, "you helped plenty." He pushed himself off the wall and ran his hand through his hair. "I wanna go home. Wanna come with?" he asked, opening his eyes to look at him again.

"And ditch our own party?" Phil gasped, before nodding a bit. "Of course I want to come. I'm getting tired anyways," he stretched and began walking. “Parties get so boring with their constant energy. I much more enjoy a lazy night in after an event,” he decided out loud.

Techno watched him walk before huffing out a chuckle. “Yeah. I agree,” he said and followed after him.

[jeawrites]

Kryoz/Smii7y. They are in Boston for paz east, and are waiting to meet up with the others. While waiting, they spot someone surprisingly ice skating, it's tyler, and he's looking super cute. The pair mention it to him later, and he makes them promise to not tell anyone, and they agree at the price of a kiss?? (Could lead to more??)

(They are in love your honor).

Warnings: cussing, some dark humor.

"Its fucking cold, John," Jaren mumbled, pulling his hat over his ears with a small grumble.

"Thank you for your observation, Jare. I was honestly still on the fence about if it was warm or not," he rolled his eyes and smiled a tad as he was elbowed gently.

Jaren sent him a small glare before deflating with a sigh in defeat. "Whatever- how much longer until we're s'pose to meet everyone?" he asked, though he was already pulling his phone out of his pocket to check himself.

John peered over his shoulder and noted the time with a small nod. "Another hour."

A groan left him and Jaren was pronounced dead. Not really, of course, but a man can dream. He went to shove his phone into his pocket but froze as an idea popped into his mind. "Oh! Maybe we can find something to do- there's a lot around here, right?"

"I guess," John shrugged, looking up at the sky and narrowing his eyes at the grey clouds. "There's lots of stores," he contributed, looking over.

Jaren opened up his map app, searching for the closest thing to them. "Oh! There's a cafe this way!" he pointed to the right of them. "It's by a skating rink," he said, "so it should be easy to find!"

John nodded and followed after Jaren, though he really didn't have a choice as his hand was grabbed and tugged along with him.

"Their reviews say they have really good hot chocolate," he mumbled. Though, the picture had him already feeling warmed up. It was just classic stuff but the steam was visible. "I'm gonna get extra marshmallows," he decided.

John snickered. "Do they serve it with whipped cream?" he asked, peering at the phone again, though he took glances to make sure they wouldn't bump into anyone. Though, he soon froze to his spot on one particular glance up, a choking noise leaving his throat.

Jaren paused, mostly out of concern because; "What the fuck was that noise?" But, he looked over to where John had been and spotted it. A familiar person skating along the rink, a smile on his face that was clear as day- or much clearer than the day currently was.

"Tyler," they both breathed at the same time. Too enthralled to make a joke about being in sync, they approached the wall of the rink, watching as their friend skillfully navigated around and even pulled off a few tricks.

"Phone," John nudged Jaren.

"Phone..." Jaren mumbled. "Oh! Phone!" he got off the map and opened his camera, pointing it at Tyler and taking a quick video. "Oh god- he's gonna kill us," he fought back a smile and then put his phone away, taking a glance across the street. "C'mon, lets go get our drinks before we're caught," he pulled him away.

John laughed softly and followed along, taking one more glance back before they were crossing the street to the cafe.

--

They both sat at a table inside the cafe, embracing the warmth of the room happily.

"I'm going to die here," Jaren decided, sipping off his hot chocolate happily.

"That makes two of us," John agreed, his eyes closing as he sipped his own drink before putting the cup down. "We gotta come back tomorrow," he said with a grin. "Maybe we can bring the guys along," he added.

Jaren nodded and put his cup down with a small exhale. "That's a good idea. I'm sure Brock will enjoy it," he pointed out.

The door dinged and both glanced, their hearts stammering as Tyler came walking in, his hands in his coat pockets and face a bit red from the cold.

Oh god.

"Tyler!" John called, a reflex if anything to seeing the guy up close.

Tyler jumped, his shoulders flinching as his head snapped towards them. Then, he relaxed and grabbed his chest through his coat, sighing. "Jesus John, you scared me," he grumbled, before glancing towards the counter where the line was open. He held up a ginger to signal a moment and ordered something to drink.

"He's... Unaware it seems," Jaren noticed and felt a tinge of relief fill him. "Maybe. He's weird," he trailed off and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Tyler exchanged money for his coffee. It came in a noticeably different cup so it was easy to tell what he got.

Then the giant sauntered over to their table, a smile loose on his face. "I haven't gotten to see you both yet," he said as he sat down, once John had nodded his head to the seat. "You both look terrible but otherwise you don't seem to have changed," he noted.

"Your one to talk, shithead," John playfully fired back, reaching iver to tug on a strand of hair sticking out of Tyler's hat.

Tyler swatted the hand away and took a drink off his coffee before leaning back into his seat. "In all seriousness, you both look good! I missed you guys," he smiled a tinge on a fond way but it was gone the moment Jaren "awed".

"John he missed us!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands together in excitement. "Someone's getting soft on us," he cooed, batting his eyes at the American.

"When's the wedding, Ty? I'm ready now," John teased, touching his arm.

"Fuck off," Tyler grumbled, rolling his eyes. "You both are weirdos," he added, but his smile didn't drop.

They all began to chat from there, keeping in the playful remarks every now and then until their drinks were gone and they were heading out the door. The cold air made Jaren groan and he pulled his hat down again.

"Dude, aren't you Canadian? Shouldn't you be used to this?" Tyler asked.

"I'm a desert man at heart," he said, cringing as a gust of wind blew against his cheeks. "I thought it would be nicer- this isn't my nice coat," he added, glancing down at the one he was wearing. Then, he glanced up at Tyler. "Aren't you from the south? Why aren't you bothered?"

"I'm a heat radiator," Tyler said with a shrug. "Evan says I'm basically a walking heatwave."

The group snickered and the conversation died down a bit as they walked to the meeting place.

"So when'd you get into ice skating?" John asked, mainly to break the peace.

Tyler froze and so they did too, looking at him in confusion.

"Ty?" John asked, raising a brow.

"You- you both saw?" he asked, looking between the two with wide eyes. Now it was hard to tell why his cheeks were red, but they could definitely feel the heat. "Oh god," he covered his face with his hands.

He was embarrassed.

Tyler was embarrassed.

Jaren glanced to John, both sharing the same bit of worry but also confusion. "Tyler, hey," he said, touching his arm. "Is it a big deal we saw?"

"No," Tyler shook his head and sighed shakily. "Just... Don't tell anyone, please? Evan and Brian would kill for a chance to make fun of me and I'd rather not deal with them," he brought his hands off his face.

"But we're definitely going to bully you. That okay?" John asked.

"You two are different," Tyler said with a small nod, "I... Don't care if you two do it." He glanced away.

The two felt warm all of a sudden, with such simple words. And, sharing the brainwave they do both nodded and mumbled out quickly; "Okay!"

Jaren glanced at John then and swallowed before slowly grinning, which the other mirrored. "Of course... We still want a little something for not telling," he said.

"I'm not buying you guys lunch," Tyler said immediately, knowing he'd be broke if he threw that on the table.

"Not that," John said, his voice trailing off as he met Tyler's eyes.

"We want a kiss," they said happily.

Tyler's eyes widened and he stammered for a moment, his heart skipping a few beats. "I- I- you both are freaky," he breathed. His hands were grabbed by the two and they shared a smile, which made Tyler melt.

"Just on the cheek is fine," Jaren clarified, tilting his head to the side. "Just one."

Tyler looked between them two and then closed his eyes, bending down and quickly pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks.

...

"Oh," John's breath hitched and he felt Tyler grip his hand. "You-you really..."

Jaren was rendered speechless by surprise and he touched his cheek with his free hand.

"There," Tyler mumbled, squeezing both their hands before breathing out shakily. "Lets... Go and meet the others now, yeah? We can," he paused and contemplated for a minute, "maybe we can get lunch after all."

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Okay!! So 🥺🥺 techno trains with Tommy and teaches him how to fight because I'm a sucker for found family

"Technoooo, Techno, Techno--!"

"What is it Tommy?" Techno asked, looking behind him and towards the child. He was just about to head into the woods too...

A wood sword was proudly in his hand, a bit poorly touched on the blade itself, but otherwise it looked alright.

"Its Tuesday!" Tommy announced, "you said you'd take me with you to practice if I had a sword by now!" he beamed.

Techno fought back a smile and tried to hold his usual stoic expression. "I dunno Tommy, your still a little young, dont you think?"

"That better be a joke-"

Tehcno cut him off by ruffling his hair, walking by him to head back inside. "I gotta get my old sword," he said, "make things fair on ya."

Tommy beamed in victory, laughing happily as he gripped his sword lightly. It was exciting- to train with the Technoblade. His grin was impossible to wipe at that moment.

--

They had walked to Techno's clearing- a space in the woods he had discovered months ago. He made it into a makeshift training ground, which other that Phil and now Tommy, no onr knew about.

Training began shortly after, with Techno teaching Tommy the basics.

"Your stance is sloppy," he commented, nudging Tommy lightly and watching him stumble. "You need to be heavier, harder to move," he pushed his own foot back and bent his knees lightly, showing ak example. "Like this."

Tommy mimicked him, glancing over a few times and down at his own feet to make sure it was right.

"Now lift your heel up, so you're ready to move at all times," he moved as he spoke, talking through the steps. "And don't watch your feet, it'll set your balance off."

"Right," Tommy mumbled, looking up, and then back down immediately to make sure his footing was right.

Techno shoved him again and watched him fall right on over.

"It also makes it easier for someone to attack," Techno said, entertainment in his voice but he didn't keep a smile. Instead he offered a hand towards him. "Here. I'll help this time," he said.

Once Tommy was standing, Techno moved to stand in front of him. "Focus on me," he said, "follow the movements but keep your eyes on me."

Tommy nodded and did as told, keeping his eyes on Techno as he moved his stance, stepping forward with ease.

Techno grinned. "Good!"

Tommy grinned brightly.

"Now, again."

Tommy frowned.

--

After an hour and a short break, Techno began teaching Tommy how to use a sword.

"You need to feel it," Techno said, "note the weight and strength of your blade. If you're too strong with a swing you could very well break your sword."

Tommy nodded and looked at his sword before at Techno. "Don't you want to have a strong swing?"

"Yeah, but not too strong," he answered. "You need just enough power to make it deadly and for that you need to understand limits and you also need to develop skills." He gently slashed the air in front of him and Tommy.

"Phil told me once that in order to perfect the sword to a deadly weapon you beed to perfect an attack," he smiled.

Tommy beamed. "So then you'll teach me that?"

"No."

Tommy groaned. "What the hell?"

"You need to learn some stuff be yourself," Techno shrugged, "I'm not a teacher." He then smiled and got into a beginner stance, his sword in his hand as a threat. "I'll give you experience and beginner stuff though."

Tommy grinned again. "Finally! Yes!" He fell into position, his sword up and ready.

Theen they both moged forward and the fight began.

--

8 rounds and 8 loses for Tommy later they took another break.

Tommy rubbed his head befire he laid back in tge grass, his chest heaving as he breathed in deep. "Every-... Every Tuesday," he held his hand up with his pinky out, "promise you'll train me on Tuesdays."

Techno glanced at him, a smile in his eyes despite the fact they rolled. "Of course," he said, linking his pinky with Tommy's, "I'm sure Phil won't mind if I do."

Tommy grinned and closed his eyes as his hand fell to the ground with exhaust, a soft snore following.

Techno stared momentarily before he laughed, following Tommy's lead as he fell back onto tge ground, his eyes closing as he made impact.

Every Tuesday.

Techno was glad to have something to look forward to. Maybe they'll do hand to hand next week.

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Techno-halloween anon here to once again request for more techno fic content :') mayhaps,,, give the lad one(1) hug????? He deserves it tbh and it doesnt have to be shippy I just think techno deserves nice things. You can choose if it's from a fan or dream or whoever you're more comfortable writing in that position

(This was fun to write!!! Thank you for requesting!!!)

Techno was stressed.

Honestly Dream had noticed right away but he hadn't really thought about mentioning it because he assumed that it'd get sorted out.

Of course, he wasn't right all the time.

Phil was the first to actually bring it up, noticing the tenseness in the man's shoulders and the tiredness to his eyes. Of course he was worried, it was only natural.

Techno waved it off- 'I'm fine, I just need a nap'- and he continued on like the exchange didn’t happen.

Dream really did try to mind his own business with it. But, then Tommy and Wilbur caught on, poking fun at the messier hair of the Blade and the way he seemed out of it more often lately. Of course, the two showed worry in their own ways and it gained a slight smile but Techno, again, just waved them off.

Finally, Dream found the question pushing at his lips as Techno walked with him towards the square so they could do some shopping. He didn't quite know how to ask, but he figured he could formulate it in some way. So he stopped and Techno stopped with him, glancing over.

"Something wrong?"

Dream didn’t answer right away, which made Techno grow a bit paranoid until he shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong... well- not with me,” he glanced around before he brought his hand up, sliding his mask off to the side to give a concerned stare to the other. “Are you okay?”

Techno’s brows raised slightly in surprise from the sudden confrontation, and his arms crossed defensively despite his expression not really changing. “I’m fine. Why?” 

Dream sent him a different look and crossed his arms over his chest, a dare in his eyes. "Lie again and I'm telling Phil," he warned before relaxing a bit. "Your less focused and tired- more than usual. Has something been bothering you?"

Techno didn't answer at first but that was a given- he hardly every talked about what bothered him. But, he let out a sigh and looked around, similar to how Dream did. "Been overthinking the next event," he answered honestly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dream nodded, gesturing for him to go on with a subtle smile. It was good! Techno actually talking to him this easily was good.

"I uh... I dunno," he looked up, "after my screw ups in the last one- especially in the parkour department, I've been thinking of how to fix it so none of you guys get held down."

He shook his head a bit. "I... Felt so bad after the last one- making a few of you guys help me out," he sighed again. "I just... Don't want it to happen again..." He fell silent for a moment, but then jumped as arms wrapped around him tightly.

v"Technoooo!" Dream cooed lightly, "Come on man, don't scare us like that!" He looked at him with a laugh. "We don't mind helping you, y'know? You can't be perfect at everything," he swueezed him gently.

Techno hesitated, sort of content to uust standing there, but he slowly returned the gesture and hugged back gently. "Says Mr. Perfect," he mumbled, gaining a small his to his back.

"Another one of those and I'm never talking to you again. Cant I just be wise for once?" He asked.

Techno shook his head and pulled back. "No. But, I'll appreciate the attempt," he smiled a bit, ruffling Dream's hair before they released each other and exchanged playful insults while beginning to walk again.

Techno really did appreciate the gesture. Even if it was as up front as it was.

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HI JEA!!!! omg it's been a while since I sent in an ask..... I swear it's because tumblr keeps fucking up and I'm not getting the notifications from your blog OvO

Anyways I hope you're doing good and staying healthy! Keep being wonderful, my friend 👈👈

-E🌴🤙

E🌴 you're always a lovely sight to have back in my inbox :) Don't stress over not interacting much- Tumblr's been wacky for me as well so its all good.

I'm keeping healthy tho and all that!! Thanks for checking in!!! Hope ur doing good too!!

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One Piece AU (Drabble 1)

(Sometime after Tommy Joins- no huge spoilers to his story)

Tommy knew the tune.

It was a familiar comfort mixed with sorrow, something people don't understand until its experienced.

He followed the gentle strumming to the deck and then into the kitchen, quietly peaking in through the door and watching as his fellow crew mate gently strummed the strings of his guitar despite the fact his back was turned towards him. He could just tell what he was doing.

It was soothing in its own way, despite giving Tommy and underlying feeling of dreadful regret. It reminded him of his own mistakes but it also reminded him of the safety he found afterwords.

The strumming stopped after a moment and Tommy grew confused until he saw Wilbur's head tilt up.

"Are you going to come in or not?"

Tommy's shoulder jumped and he choked on his breath, coughing awkwardly as he shuffled into the room. "What- no- you got it all wrong! I mean, I'm coming in and I was gonna anyways! I wasn't- I wasn't listening in!"

Wilbur looked over his shoulder with a shadow of a smile on his lips before he tilted his head in a gesture to the seat besides him. "I never said you were. But, while you're here you might as well listen. I prefer an audience anyways," he said.

Tommy felt himself smile at that and he excitedly hurried to the spot, sitting besides Wilbur with his hands in his lap so he wouldn't impulsively try and grab at the instrument.

"Are you a fan of music?" Wilbur asked as he gently strummed at the strings in piano, keeping it quiet so they could talk.

Tommy shrugged. "I s'pose I coulda been," he glanced over and then grinned. "Though- I hardly a voice to sing and no one bothered playing in my village."

Almost as though he knew the response Tommy was searching for, Wilbur commented; "You don't gave to be good to sing. Its a matter of enjoying yourself."

"Right?!" Tommy exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. "I kept telling people that but no one listened! It was a bummer," he crossed his arms and sighed lightly.

Wilbur pursed his lips and then nodded. "Sounds like a bummer."

"Oh you have no idea!"

-

Tommy had began to rant and Wilbur couldn't help but join in. The two were so similar in their situations yet they hardly had the time to interact until now.

Phil quietly shut the door to the kitchen and smiled at Techno as they both headed towards the railing to look down at rhe water.

"I'm glad they're finally bonding," he said softly, grabbing his hat off his head and holding it in his hands, gently playing with the stitching on it.

Techno stayed silent, though it was clear he agreed by the gentle smile on his face.

"Feels more domestic than the usual crew," Phil pointed out.

Techno shrugged. "Well... It something to make us different," he said. "We're tired and we're a family. What could be better?"

"The marines suddenly deeming us not a threat."

"As if!' Techno laughed, patting Phil on the shoulder.

Though, he really did enjoy the sound of that, especially as he remembered Tommy and Wilbur's prior situations.

A family is just what they were and a family is what they all had needed.

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Movie Night

(Halloween short gonna be late, here's a cute short-short in apology)

Ship: Terroriser/Moo/Vanoss/Delirious

Warnings: none.

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Brock smiled, eyeing the treat bags he had laid out by the door. He was ready for any amount of trick-or-treaters he coule get.

Though, the minute his back was turned he heard rustling and immediately knew the problem at hand. "If I have to puppy guard the candy I'm not going to sit down for movie night," he glanced over his shoulder, glaring at Evan and Brian who were fumbling with the bags.

"But Brock-"

"Don't," he put his hand up. "You get one warning. I doubt Jon would be happy if I went to sleep early."

Brian made a face and put his bag down quickly. No one liked an angry Jon- especially on Halloween.

"Just one? Maybe a handful?" Evan asked, pushing out his bottom lip in a beg.

Brock reluctantly gave in with a small sigh. "One handful. You both can have one handful."

He turned around and headed towards the living room. "You both get to be on door duty though," he added, "to make up for it."

Evan whined to complain but already grabbed his loot before he followed after. Brian hesitated but followed suit with his sweets.

Brock had already found his place cuddled into Jon's side, the latter talking excitedly about the movie they were watching. It was tradition to binge the Friday the 13th movies on Halloween- of course it was mostly started because they all found it adorable to hear Jon rant their ears off about the movies.

Evan sat besides Brock, nudging him to make him sit up just in time as Brian flopped over them, grinning as his head landed in Jon's lap.

Jon laughed lightly, running his hand through Brian's hair before he looked over toward Evan. "You two stole candy again, huh?" he asked.

"Of course," Evan smiled, handing him over a sucker, "wouldn't be a Halloween if we weren't annoying Brock."

Jon took the sucker happily, before pressing a kiss to Brock's temple. "Must be a pain."

"Don't act like yer all innocent!" Brian huffed, glaring up at him with no anger in his eyes. "Ye took a cookie from him jot to long ago, yeah?"

Jon shook his head. "I was off- um- Brock let me have the cookie, actually!"

Brock rolled gis eyes. "After you asked a billion times." He smiled fondly, however, and leaned over to return the kiss to Jon's temple. "You're all a pain."

"But you love us," Evan teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Brock snickered and wrapped his arm around Evan's shoulders and patted Brian on the head. "I do," he agrees with a big smile.

A knock at the door interrupted them and Brian groaned. "I got it!"

Brock watched him stand up and contemplated for a moment before sighing. "Put all the candy into a few bowls, yeah? I... Sorta want to just spend the night without an interruption."

Brian grinned bright, agreeing quickly to that and Evan nudged Brock as he went to stand up so he could help. "Your a softy," he teased.

"Only for you guys," Brock agreed softly.

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SKEPPY AND BAD ARE IN THE AU TOO!! the two are like,,, hunted by marines. They were originally just kind villagers on some island but skeppy sort of maybe a devil fruit after some marines dropped it (dumb marines).

After getting caught the marines tried to attack them, push came to shove and Skeppy hurt a few to protect Bad (who just ate an apple-- leave him alone!!). Sadly he was out numbered but then suddenly he was saved by this pirate (ts techno- techno's the pirate).

Techno showed up just in time to fight back the marines and escape with Skeppy and Bad to his ship where the two stayed until the next island. Then they split off but promised to meet again eventually.

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I promise I'm working on request i just need to rant abt one piece au for a while fjfjdj get it outta my system

ANYWAYS

Marine captain Dream. He ate some weird ass fruit and now he can make these weird blobs come outta his skin. They're like lil zombies and he cam only produce so many vut they cute (in his eyes- everyone else dont like em)

He joined the marines and used the blobs to catch pirates and he quickly went up the ranks.

He does not take his job seriously.

He is on very thin ice w/ the government.

George and Sapnap are along for the ride and theyre both skilled in their own ways. George has some weird third sense when Dream is in danger.

Tubbo is a chore boy but he enjoys vibing w/ them all! Sometimes he even gets to help fight- if its,, a small enough threat.

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Pirate au where techno is the captain but he isn't really the captain cause Phil is mostly in charge and ends up recruiting most of the crewmates but it was Techno's idea to be pirates and get phil to quit the Marines and phil is too nice to deny him the right of captain so he just lets hik vibe and techno has the highest bounty anyways because he keeps showing up to places at the wrong times and this is essentially just,,, a one piece au ghdhdhdn

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since you're asking from prompts and all, how about 3,4 L, and ee? where one of them gets injured dancing pair: nogla and brian

Taking care of injuries.

Dancing/Singing together.

l. “Are you flirting with me?”

ee. “A good time never killed anyone.”

Soft music echoed through the kitchen as David and Brian worked, the two having done a bit of housework. But, with it slowly finishing up David was becoming a bit annoying.

“No.”

David pouted, leaning over the counter to gently take Brian’s hand. “Come on Bri- you’ll be fine!”

Brian shook his head but didn’t remove his hand from David’s. “Every time I dance with ye I end up getting hurt because ya can’t time stuff right.”

“A good time never killed anyone, Bri,” David said.

He scoffed. “Famous last words,” he taunted, waving his hand lightly before pulling back and walking around the counter, poking David in the chest. “Gimme one good reason.”

“Ye love me?”

Brian fought back the smile that nearly immediately filled his face. He did turn red though. “Fine. Good enough, I think,” he nodded his head and offered a hand. “Better not hurt me though, else I’ll have yer head.”

David laughed lightly at that and grabbed Brian’s hand. “I can’t promise anything,” he said, bending down to kiss his cheek softly.

“Bullshit- at least promise ye won’t fuckin’ stomp on me,” he jabbed a finger gently into his chest again, before bringing his hand to his shoulder.

“Fine, fine,” David agreed, “I’ll try my best at least.”

“Whatever,” Brian chuckled, moving closer to David.

They started to slowly move then, calm and peaceful shifting from side to side. It was domestic feeling, the warmth of the two projecting onto each other and Brian felt compelled to rest his face against David’s shoulder, smiling as his eyes closed.

Of course, the two couldn’t stay serious for long. The music switched to a fast song, and the two tried to follow, laughing as they carelessly moved around with each other, spinning and littering the air with soft comments and jokes.

In all honestly, it was going great until David slipped. HE had let go of Brian and just stepped back wrong.

He hit the ground with a thud and a soft groan, and Brian was quickly concered and over him, leaning down.

“Are ye okay?”

David winced but then he looked up to meet Brian’s concerned eyes and a smile laced his face. “Sorry, not my brightest moment,” he chuckled gently, reaching a hand out to ask for help up.

Brian rolled his eyes and went to grab the hand but flinched slightly and then grabbed his wrist. “Did ye scrape yer palm?”

“Probably,” David said, “I caught myself with something y’know- I didn’t want to bang me head or something.” He gestured lightly and then smiled. “’sides, its worth gettin hurt if its cause im fallin’ for ye,” he winked.

Brian dropped his wrist. ‘Are ye flirtin’ with me?” he asked. “Cause, one, that was god awful, two, I can’t take ye seriously when ye do so if ye keep that up I’m not gonna get a band-aid for ye.”

David pouted a bit but nodded. “Fine, fine. Ye win. I want a kiss though.”

Brian smiled a tinge and couched down in front of him. “I can deal with that.”