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toxicruins101 · 2 years ago

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"The killer of 1980" Dsmp x male! Killer! Reader.

Genre: music/horror/suspense

Killer queen by Mad Tsai

TW: DEATH, BLOOD, GORE, BLOOD, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, KILLING, MURDER.

(this was written like 3 months ago so don't judge pls)

NOT PROOF READ

"hey guys!" said Karl, arriving at the fire camp.

The others greeted him and started talking.

This small group consisted of: jack, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, Phil, Karl, foolish, tina, and Niki.

"I'm bored, wanna tell some horror stories?" Tommy spoke to the group.

"you sure you won't run like a little girl afterwards Tom?" said jack in a joking tone.

"shut up jack manifold" said tommy

"I think it's a cool idea" said Niki

"I second that" said tubbo

And so on until everyone agreed.

"so, who wants to start?" said tommy looking at everyone in the group.

"I have a good one, it's actually a true story" said ranboo.

"go ahead" said Niki.

And so ranboo started the story

"so, this story took place back in 1980" started ranboo.

~24/ 05/ 1980~

There was this boy walking in a big building, his school, he walked and everyone would stop for a second and stare at him.

There was this girl, the most beautiful in the world

He just walked by everyone going to his locker, he arrived and started putting his things away when, they, arrived.

She had all the boys in town wrapped 'round her finger, oh

"hey l/n, how are you? Having some problem putting away your stuff?" said dream aka clay, the school bully and one of the popular kids, as soon as he said the last words in his sentence he threw some of y/n's books to the ground.

She would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk

He heard everyone laughing and murmuring quietly, as dreams friends stood behind him, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Quackity and Sam.

'Cause all the girls in town wanted to be her

He just started at the group, picked up his books and walked away, but the group kept on following him and bothering him until the bell rang.

But behind those emerald eyes

After school y/n headed home, but when he got there, he opened his door and a bunch of water mixed with paint fell in him, he turned around and met dream and his gang across the streat laughing at him. He just entered his house without saying anything.

She's a devil in disguise

He got to his room and looked at himself in the bathroom as he took a old blade he use to shave with and plunge it into the wall with anger while keeping a straight face.

The prom queen has blood on her hands

He went to the house infront of his, that was puffys house, the only good friend of dreams and asked her for their numbers, she gladly gave them to him, under the lie that he just wanted to talk through some things with them.

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trace

Soon he called them and told them to meet him at the mall exactly at 10:30, without telling them it was him, they were stupid enough to actually go though.

So be careful when she asks you to dance

He soon saw them arrive and he smiled as he pulled out his portable knife and hid behind the many stores of the place, the group looked around for the person who called them here as he looked at the people passing by who probably just for out of the theaters, as soon as everyone was gone they looked around a bit more just when they decided it was time to go home y/n jumped out and stabbed quackity in the arm, Quackity screamed and pulled the knife out as he bumped into his friends they all got him to his feet and ran.

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

Y/n followed them as they ran through every corridor of the mall with a pretty steady pace, everything was closed so they had no choice but stay inside and there wasn't anyone else since the janitors had all gone home as well.

A beauty in a blood-stained dress

They took quackity to a bathroom and tried to patch up his wound but he was clearly still losing blood, so Wilbur took his jacket and ripped the sleve off and used it as a type of bandage, "that should work for now" said Wilbur "thanks" said quackity a bit out of breath.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

They all walked out and started looking for a way out, Sapnap with Dream, George with Wilbur, and Quackity with Sam.

And light you up 'til you can't breathe

Sam and Quackity were looking everywhere, soon they ended up in the food court and managed to enter the kitchen of a sushi place. They started looking around not expecting anything when they heard some metallic tapping and footsteps, y/n.

If you cross her path you just might end up dead

He was looking around every stall kicking the doors open and seeing if there was anyone there, they hid inside one of the cabinets and covered their mouths, praying he would not hear them. They heard some more footsteps and suddenly silence. When suddenly quackity jolted a bit when he heard the sound of a door being slammed open to the kitchen they were in, Sam held quackity by the shoulders and put his finger in front of his mouth as in saying 'quiet!'.

There was this girl who was broken by the world

Quackity calmed down his breathing and relaxed but heard nothing, they tried to listen to any sound but heard nothing when suddenly a hand smashed through the wood of the cabinet and grabbed Sam by the colar of his shirt he was pulled out and Quackity screamed he crawled out and got to his feet and saw y/n stabbing Sam multiple times, he started running once y/n dropped the body of his friend and turned to look at him, he ran and ran through all the stores till he got to the end, there was a door he tried to open it but it was closed he got over the counter and tried to push the gate blocking the exit to the hallway, he tried kicking it and the door multiple times as he heard the footsteps getting louder and louder till he got pushed to the floor for a second and tried to run away but then he was pushed onto a counter of sorts, he realized where he got pushed over , it was a automatic bread cutter that was still working and turned on by y/n he pushed him down and dragged him closer to the blades as quackity screamed and kicked at him. His body fell limp as his head was put through the blades and cut into fractions blood and brains spilling everywhere as y/n's face was now tainted red and he walked out the stores through the door Sam and Quackity had first found, leaving Sam's and Quackity's.

'Cause every day at school they'd push and shove her, oh

They were looking through the center of the mall, near the water fall and close to the cinema, they were talking and looking through possible exits.

But she had a plan, one day she would get her revenge

They have already given up, they found nothing, this place was more secured than a government facility.

And those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under

They were talking when they got distracted by a loud noise, it sounded like screaming, they ran to the noise but stopped midway when they saw yn walking out, knife in hand and a bloody face, they ran back to their original place and held their arm on the other to make sure he was till there.

But behind those angel eyes, lies a devil in surprise

The footsteps didn't stop in fact they just got faster and faster almost behind them, soon sapnap felt a sharp pain in his back and he had to stop, dream also stopped and cheked what had happened he was sapnap screaming as a knife was plunged in his back y/n was running full sprint at them so dream had to pick up his friend and carry him through the place he had to stop infront of the waterfall as he got to tired and sapnap was clearly losing blood.

The prom queen has killed for her crown

But it was to late y/n arrived and pulled dream away from sapnap, he took the blade in his back and pushed it in his chest right in his heart, dream screamed in pain while watching his best friend cough up blood and slowly die.

Every boy and girl she seeks never comes back in one piece

He tried to get up but couldn't as his gaze was stuck on sapnap as all life left his eyes, he felt tears run down his eyes but was suddenly pulled away from his trance and met face to face with the killer.

So be careful when she tries to ask you out

Dream got out of his grip and ran to sapnap, checking his pulse and trying everything to keep him alive, then he felt a sharp pain followed by more but he didn't stop it and just closed his eyes as he slowly fainted when the slashes stopped and feel on top of his friends chest

She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at 17

Wilbur and George were so close, they had found an exit but it was old so they needed a bit of strength to get it open they slammed themselves against the door multiple times.

A beauty in a blood-stained dress

They had heard their friends screams, this time it was dreams, they knew what was happening, they were in the same level as quackity and Sam, they heard everything but if they had to be selfish in order to save their lives, then god dammit were they gonna be the most selfish people in the world.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

They soon got the door open smiled at themselves, they ran and ran through the old passages.

And light you up 'til you can't breathe

They ran faster than the flash, they could see a door at the end of the hallway leading to the outside, they could see the lights of the city as it was now 1am.

If you break her heart you just might lose your head

But then, they turned a hallway and saw the most horrifying thing ever.

She's dancing by herself

It wsd y/n, clothes and face bathed in blood as he helped up a bloody knife running it through the wall leaving a long scratch as he slowly walked at them.

She's crowned the queen of hell

Wilbur just grabbed george as he ran towards the exit, y/n's footsteps following.

Tears will sink into her skin

They grabbed the others hand and ran at full speed towards the exit, they were so close, so close.

She's gonna get revenge

Wilbur felt a sharp pain in his leg but continued running adrenaline pumping through his veins as he led George and himself through the hallway

You're all gonna know her name

He made it, they made it, they slowed down once they were outside and looked at eachother and smiled. They hugged eachother but it was short lived as the knife in wilburs leg got pushed down he screamed in pain as george noticed y/n behind him, he nelt down and pulled the knife out, George knelt down to Wilbur and helped him to his feet as they both stared at y/n

"I'll forgive you, simply cause you weren't as mean to me, but just know, I'll always be here, in your nightmares and dreams, my grip on you will never be broken until you die" said y/n as he slowly walked away into the shadow of the mall

She's the one and only, killer queen.

Wilbur and george got to the nearest phone and called the police. It wasn't long after they heard the sirens.

She's a motherfucking killer queen, she sold her soul at 17

Wilbur was given health care and bandages as george stayed by him the whole time, smiling and telling him how brave he was the whole time, this situation if tou can call it that, had pushed their friendship to a whole new level.

A beautiful and broken mess

Soon some nurses came out with Dream with a air mask on as the nurses covered his cuts, they screamed at every doctor around, apparently, dream had survived, he had a very faint heartbeat but it was there.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

Then the others followed but they were covered in bodie bags, their faces still put in the open, George looked away as he couldn't bear such a horrifying sight while Wilbur just stared in shock at his friends bodies, god who could be this evil?

And light you up 'til you can't breathe

Soon a lot of people and news reporters showed up. They were interrogating everyone, especially Wilbur and george.

If you break her heart you just might meet your end.

Wilbur and george moved on, they moved to a different town and school, and made new friends, but one thing was for certain, they will always be living in fear, as y/n was right, he kept on appearing in their dreams and nightmares, they couldn't get him out of their brain. But they had to learn to suck it up. Important thing is they survived.

~BACK TO THE PRESENT~

"Jesus man, you need to stop watching so many horror stories" said tommy staring at ranboo as he finished his story.

"sorry Tommy" said ranboo as another person started talking. Probably telling another story.

But he just stood up and said he was going to bed early.

But secretly he went to the woods and opened a book the words

"Killer of 1980" on the top and a bunch of pictures of him all around the page, he turned to the next one and he saw his favorite photo there, it was the killer with a child, his child, aka him.

He closed the book and smiled at the fond memories of his dad.

He was adopted so he wasn't his actual son but still they were pretty close as he was the one who raised him.

He went back to the tent and put on his favorite playlist as he went to sleep

Playing:

POV: your the famous

"Killer of the 1980's" y/n l/n.

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vneuns · 3 years ago

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▸ Dead Beat | cc!Dream ֙⋆ ་ .ᐟ

＃ʚĭɞ warnings dead beat dad mention, brief mention of sex, brief mention of condoms, but angst, afbab!famous!reader

ʚĭɞ＃author's note(s) this was originally written for someone else so if it makes no sense at some points i understand 💀

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"CLAY!" you pleaded as he walked out of the bathroom. He simply ignored you walking into your shared bedroom.

"Please baby," you tried to stop him from putting his clothes in the bag but he jerked them from out of your reach. "You can't leave me with a baby to take care of!" The tears were falling down your cheeks and clouding up your vision as he pretended you weren't even there.

"y/n I told you I'm not stopping my life for a child." You knew Clay didn't want any kids any time soon but it was your birthday and things went down when he was fresh out of condoms.

"I respect your decision for not wanting to get rid of it." He gestured to your stomach. "But that's not what I want, tell them I was a deadbeat, tell them whatever you'd like because I don't care." And with that he took his stuff and left.

"Say hi Oliver." You told your son who was resting on your hip, arms around your neck. He waved shyly, picking his head up for just a second before burying his face in your neck.

"He's so cute." The man in front of you, told you as he walked backwards with his camera in your face.

"Thank you." You told him with a smile. It was Karl’s birthday dinner and you knew you couldn’t miss that. Ever since that night with Clay you left social media and didn't contact anyone except family and your best friend.

To say everyone was worried was an understatement. Everyone thought you died at one point but your mother posted a picture of you two watching tv on your Instagram story stating you were very much alive just taking a break.

After Oliver was born you kept your focus on him and him only. It wasn't until he turned 3 months were you finally logged back into your socials announcing your baby boy.

Now after going AWOL for a year and not seeing your friends in two this was your first outing with friends but it didn't really count since Ollie was there.

"Are you excited to see everyone?"

"Of course I am! I haven't seen them in so long. I'm surprised they still remember me." You chuckled, rubbing Oliver's back slowly.

"But yeah it's going to be really nice and plus they get to meet my baby boy."

You pinched his chubby cheeks causing him to giggle. "Ya know he kinda looks like someone I've seen before," this was it. The statement you'd been regretting since you introduced your son to the public. The “He looks oddly familiar” or the “he has the same features as someone I know.”

"He's got his mama's genes." The man chuckled before waving at the two of you when you got inside the restaurant. When you walked in you looked around before spotting Tina..

She gasped at the sight of you when you came into her eyesight.

"Y/n hey! You brought a friend!" she looked down at Oliver who was giving her a weird look of uneasiness with never being around any of your friends before.

"Say hi to Aunt tina Oll." he gave her a small wave which seemed to just melt her heart. "God I missed you so much." She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling the both of you into a hug.

"I've missed you more."

After Hannah, Puffy, Niki, Punz, and Foolish made it and met Oliver, you made your way into the elevator where Punz, Foolish, and your son bonded over cars while you and the girls practically cried the whole way up to the top floor.

"Okay Punz I need my son back." You told him as the 7 of you walked off the elevator.

"Aw but we were just getting to know each other."

You playfully rolled your eyes taking your son into your arms as all of you followed Tina to the table.

When you reached the table everyone broke out in gasp as Ti once did, you watched as they all got up to circle around the two of you. Oliver was overwhelmed at first and cried before everyone got the hint and took their seats taking turns saying hello to the two of you before you also took your seats.

Dinner was going smoothly Oliver sitting in the seat next to you in his booster seat trying to feed himself mac and cheese.

"Oh Karl, Sapnap, and Clay said they just got here something happened with the car I guess." Quackity told the group from the end of the table. You swallowed your sprite trying your hardest not to show a reaction to the name.

"Mama color?" you were shaken out of your haze looking down at Ollie who had a crayon in his hand hovering it over the paper. "Of course baby." you told him, giving him a small smile, moving his plate still full of food to the side.

"Anyone sitting here?" you recognized that voice. And it sent goosebumps all over your body. It was the one that told you to keep your baby and to take care of it all on your own. The one who abandoned you because “he wasn’t ready”.

Instead of looking up at him you kept your eyes on Oliver who stopped coloring to look at the man standing next to the empty chair beside him.

"No you can sit there." your voice was nearly a whisper refusing to look at him. "Mama who's dat?" Oll asked loud enough for Clay to hear.

"I'm Clay." he told Oliver, putting his hand out for him to shake. Oliver shook it, giving him a dimpled smile.

"I'm Ollie. Ollie y/l/n smith.”

You watched with hooded eyes as Clays eyes widened, taking a closer look at his son and then finally looking at you for the first time since he sat down. You met his eyes not showing any emotion.

"Nice to meet you Ollie Smith I'm Clay Smith."

Oliver's eyes widened, his brown curls bouncing as he got excited. "Mama me and cway have the same name!" you giggled, giving him a smile ruffling his hair. "That you do."

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niki-is-clay · 4 days ago

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“i love you so much mama.” she murmurs, curling into him. “so so so much. you promise you won’t leave me? i- i don’t want to be alone. i really don’t want to be alone.”

Jordan Kennedy stalked the streets, anger clear on his face. He had his hair up in a bun, keeping it out of his face, and he kept his eyes covered with sunglasses so no one saw the mechanized eyeballs in his skull. Well, one eyeball. He never did get the other fixed.

Sinclair was dead. He saw it on the paper. He knew who did it, and he knew where that bastard was hiding!

Jordan was passing a lonely alley when he saw a familiar figure. Though it looked pale, much paler than before, and positively sickly. "Amelie? Is that you?"

[ @allthesemechanismsbutnocoping ]

Amelie turns around, looking the man over. It stared at him for a while before it realised who it was.

"Tim¿? I thought you were away."

#tma rp #allthesemechanismsbutnocoping #niki the clay girl #rp chain

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allthesemechanismsbutnocoping · 21 days ago

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NOT AN OPEN RP

TW: GENERAL TOXICITY

There's a reference to a fic I wrote in here, which I guess is canon in this universe. Shameless plug, Solider Side on AO3 by PocketChangeStories

Tim and Jonny are talking at the same time in this, so I colored Tim's dialouge orange and Jonny's red.

ENJOY!

Jonny was positively fuming when Niki left and he made his way to the bathroom, where Tim managed to bugger off to. That wasn’t going to stop him from getting to him. “Tim!” he yelled, knocking on the door. “Tim, open the door right now. We need to talk about you and Carmilla being so fucking chummy all of a sudden!”

Tim knew Jonny would be angry, he did, but it still shocked him when he heard his yelling from outside the door. He swallowed the lump in his throat and opened the door, seeing Jonny standing there with pure anger in his eyes. Tim knew what would happen if he found out. He knew how angry he’d be, he honestly expected to be shot a few times. Jonny didn’t even have any weapons on him, though, from what Tim could see. “We’re not chummy,” he said weakly, keeping his eyes down, looking anywhere else but at Jonny. “She’s just-“

“You could have fooled me!” Jonny interrupted, no ready to hear whatever explanation he had for why Carmilla is still hanging around, He was angry. Worse than that, he was hurt. “You didn’t mention you knew anything about her being around, Tim! I thought she was out of here after Pamela came back with those hands of hers. You know, Pamela? Her most recent science project! Before Niki!”

There was a moment of silence between the two. The silence lingered. Jonny stared at Tim with a burning hatred that was unusual for Jonny to show. Tim didn’t like that look being used on him. He opened his mouth to speak, but what could he say? What could he say that would make anything better?

“Jonny, I’m sorry,” Tim said after another pause, sniffling. He couldn’t cry, but he still felt the pressure around his nose and eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I knew you wouldn’t like it and I just… I fucking froze up when I saw her for the first time. What was I supposed to do?! Tell you so you could go down to the basement and yell at her?! We both know you can’t hurt her either!” Tin’s voice was rising and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Jonny wasn’t being fair to him. He wouldn’t be fair back.

“Bullshit I can’t!” Jonny yelled, not about to let his voice gradually raise like Tim. They both knew the louder one tended to have the final word. “Even if I wouldn’t have done anything, at least we would have known! What if Nastya went down there?! Or Ashes?! Ivy?! There’s only three of us that wouldn’t give a damn, three of us that would have been able to go down there and remove her! You hid it, though!”

Sniffling again, Tim moved passed Jonny and tried going into the living room, but Jonny grabbed his arm, grabbed his arm tight. “Don’t walk away from me! We’re not done! What were you thinking taking Niki to that woman?!”

“I don’t know,” Tim said immediately, trying to pull away from him. “I wasn’t thinking. Niki was hurt and I-“

Jonny pulled him back, but with Tim struggling to get away from him, he ended up shoving him against the wall in the hallway. “I said don’t walk away from me! You took Niki to that woman knowing what she is! She hurt that little girl and you let it happen!”

“She was broken! Her leg was broken and I didn’t know what to do! I can’t take a bloody clay girl to the hospital! Carmilla was there she-“ Tim kept going even as Jonny started yelling over him.

“You had Marius, Nastya, and Brian! You didn’t have to-“ “- she was the first person I thought of, I don’t know why! I just needed to get her fixed an-“ “- you’re a fucking idiot and now that girl doesn’t trust you! She trusted you to protect her and you didn’t-“ “I fucking panicked! I had to think fast, she was crying and she said how much pain she was in, I just wanted it to stop!”

The two were breathing hard and staring at each other, Tim with so much sorrow and regret in his gaze while Jonny looked ready to blow. There was another long pause between the two, neither sure what they wanted to say, what they wanted to do about the situation. Jonny was angry, and, in his mind, he had every right to be. Tim fucked up and he fucked up bad. Niki got hurt and her trust in Tim would surely take a hit. Jonny wasn’t any good with kids. Not really. Brian would have to be her anchor for the moment. Tim, though…

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jonny asked finally. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

Tim, staring ahead, no longer at Jonny or anything in particular, laughed. It was broken and dry, completely voided of humor, but something of a laugh. “I told TS,” he said, tugging at Jonny’s arm, trying to pry him off gently. He didn’t want to hurt him, after all. “Then I told it to completely forget I said anything about it. It listened, and I didn’t feel guilty. Does that sound familiar?”

The hand only tightened around Tim’s shirt. “Don’t,” Jonny warned, gritting his teeth.

“What was it you said? ‘Forget the last half hour of your life’ isn’t that right? Funnily enough, TS can bypass that sort of thing. Follows any order if you give it nice and hard!” Tim finally yanked Jonny’s hand off of him. “I used your own bloody trick for it. Told it that Carmilla was around, and then I told it to forget. You can go ask it yourself.”

There was something dangerous in Jonny’s eyes. Tim would be afraid if he could die. He couldn’t and Jonny knew that. Anything he could do to be had been done and Tim just moved away. “I didn’t tell you because I was scared of what she could do. Not everyone is immortal and she loves science projects. Some people would wander in and she’d grab them for her experiments. Everyone who mattered was safe. It was just our little secret. No one had to know. Especially you.”

“Especially me,” Jonny spat at him, “spare me. You can say it for protection all you want, but it was because you were scared! You’re a bloody coward!” He watched as he walked away, walking towards the door. “What? Going to go run to Mother?!’

“I’m fucking leaving!” Tim yelled back, grabbing the doorknob. “I… fuck. I’m leaving. Leaving you, leaving the Mechanisms, leaving the bloody planet if I have to. What’s the point of staying here? All we do is fight. Niki hates me now…” he just shook his head. “I’ll spend a few decades as Jordan Kennedy. He seems to be doing just fine. You know about Carmilla now, so go have a bloody ball with that. Don’t say I didn’t try and protect you, though.”

With that, Tim opened the door and walked out, not listening to Jonny yell for him to come back. He was tired. More than tired. He was bloody exhausted.

Gods, he wished he could cry.

#mechs rp #the mechanisms rp #allthesemechanismsbutnocoping #hearteyes

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 4 years ago

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If You Flinched Away From Their Touch

Dream SMP x Fem! Reader

Here’s some more angst lol

I’m definitely doing more Dream SMP stuff now that it’s ‘ended’ so if you have any requests just comment or message me! ^^

I’ll do prefrences, imagines, oneshots, fluff, SFW, angst and NSFW (not for The Dream SMP tho, only for other fandoms lol. NSFW in the MCYT community is genuinely weird-).

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DREAM

Clay stared down at you with trembling green eyes, his hand that was about to cup your cheek was still held up and shaking a little.

His mask was pushed to the side of his head so he would be able to kiss you, but you had actually flinched away from him. Like, properly flinched away like you were afraid of him. The more he looked into your nervous eyes, he finally realised.

Eyes darkening, he gritted his teeth and brought his hand to his side,” Who was it.” It was more of a demand than a question.

You panicked at his angered tone and how his hands clenched,” N-no! It’s fine! You just surprised me--”

“[Y/N].”

His tone shut you up, your eyes burning a little. He looked hurt and most of all, concerned,”... Just tell me who. Please...”

You gulped and told him, his dark eyes lighting up ever so slightly at your cooperation.” Thank you...” He then reached down and gripped your hand tightly within his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

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GEORGENOTFOUND

His eyes wide with concern, George instantly took his hand from your cheek when he saw you flinch. It hurt him... Where you scared of him?

“ [Y/N]... A-are you alright? Are you-....” He paused, gulping down the tight lump in his throat,”... Are you afraid of me?” He whispered, it was barely audible but you heard him clearly.

You instantly denied his claim, grabbing both of his hands within your own,” George you could never scare me... It’s just... The last relationship I had wasn’t.. the best, lets just say.” You explained it horribly but your boyfriend seemed to get the gist of it.

The brunette’s hand moved from holding your hand to holding your waist, pulling you into his chest and then wrapping them around you safely and securely, you froze at his warm embrace but found yourself melting in it,” I get it...” He whispered next to your ear,”... I’m sorry. I love you.” He muttered.

You couldn’t stop the loving smile from crossing over your lips,” Yeah... Same here.”

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SAPNAP

“...babe?” Nick muttered out with a confused look,” Why’d you flinch away? Is everything good?” He was worried now.

You smiled up at him quickly and nodded your head,” Y-yeah! Sorry, you just surprised me a little. I didn’t think you were just gonna hug me outta nowhere!” You laughed out to make it more convincing that you weren’t lying.

Nick knew better than that.

Sighing, he settled his head in the crook of of your neck, holding your arms gently and securely. You looked at him in confusion and you were about to question him, but he interrupted you,” I’m not gonna push anything out of you... but if you need to talk about it, then just talk. Okay?” He whispered to you reassuringly, burrying his face deeper into your neck.

You visibly relaxed and took your arms from his hold gently, moving them around his neck and playing with the back of his hair,”... Okay...”

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WILBUR SOOT

The brunette looked terrified for a moment, afraid he had hurt you whenever he cupped your cheek but then a wave of realisation crossed over his expression. A solemn and monotone look passed over his worried expression, biting his lip due to habit.

“ Who was it, [Y/N]?” He asked calmly, but there was an angered undertone to his voice.” Who hurt you?”

You were silent for a long while, staring deeply into his chocolate-brown eyes that were dangerously dark. Those eyes that you had fallen for the first time you ever saw them. Sighing, your brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped it gently. Standing on your toes, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose with a kind smile.” Who cares who hurt me before? I’m with you, and I could never be more safer than I am when I am in your arms.”

He was surprised for a moment before his tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile twitched onto his lips.” Fair enough.” He muttered, giving into you.

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ERET

Pulling you into a deep kiss, Eret’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and anxiousness. You had just flinched away from him when he tried to hug you. You were afraid of something.

He pulled away, staring down at you with stern eyes,”... Who was it and did they hurt you.” He demanded a response, he was just being a concerned significant other but his deep voice cracked a little when he spoke those words, he was silently panicking on the inside.

Shaking your head a little,” I don’t... please, can we not talk about it?... I didn’t mean to flinch away, I just need to get used to it. Give me some time.” You pulled him down a little and pecked his lips lovingly,” Just give me some time...”

Silent for a moment, he nodded.” I’ll wait.”

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TECHNOBLADE

“ Who the hell was it.”

His words were like venom as his red eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. Whoever had hurt you, he was going to find them and torture them until they wished they had never even met you before him-

His thoughts stopped spiraling as soon as he felt arms wrap around his waist, watching as you buried your face into his chest, shaking your head a little.” I-I’m sorry for flinching away, but please, when I tell you who it was... You need to promise me that you won’t go and hurt them.” The girl mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by his clothing.

His lip twitched a little but he brushed it off,” Yes.”

“ Yes what?”

“ I promise.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, watching as his eyes narrowed in return. ”Lair.”

“HEH? I’m not lying!! All I was gonna do is introduce them to my axe of peace, that’s all-”

“This is why I’m not gonna tell you, Techno.”

“ Eh, I’ll find out sooner or later anyways.”

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JSCHLATT

Schlatt breathed in a little, closing his eyes to calm himself down.’ Why the fuck did she flinch away from me, I swear to fuck if someone hurt her I’ll fuck em up-’

“ Sch-schlatt?” You stuttered out, concerned at the fact he was staying silent.” What’s up?...”

He coughed a little and opened his eyes, narrowing them a little as he looked down at you,” Look- I love you [Y/N] but who the fuck hurt you.” He spat like an angered snake.

You gulped a little,” Hey now- whatever your thinking...” You trailed off, not even able to defend yourself.

Scoffing, Schlatt settled a strong yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as a way to reassure you. He was never one for comforting others face-to-face even though he was so good at it.

Breathing a little before he spoke with a softer tone than before,” [Y/N].... Tell me who the fuck hurt you.” Although his words were threatening, his calm voice made [Y/N] give into him. He could only smile a little at her submissive nature and bring her into a tight hug.

There was a long silence.

”I’m getting my glock 17.”

“ Schlatt, nO-”

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QUACKITY

He gritted his teeth a little as thoughts ran through his head, different scenarios of what you had to go through consuming his mind. The panic in his eyes were clear, the darker they got.

You stepped closer to him and cupped his face in both of your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. He was surprised for a moment before you pressed your forehead against his. Looking into your serene and calm orbs, he felt at peace again, his thoughts moving to the back of his mind.

“You need to stop thinking for a bit, okay?” You whispered to him reassuringly, he was silent as he just listened to you speak, feeling his anxiety slowly disappear,” I’m safe now. I’m safe and I’m with you... So calm the fuck down.”

Laughing at how out-of-character the last sentence you said was, Alex shook his head a little,” Alright, alright...” He muttered, a slight grin on his lips,” Whatever happened to you... if you wanna talk about it at all, come to me.” He reassured her, placing his hands on hers.

Snorting at his sentence, you gave him a cheeky grin,” Who else would I go to?? Sapnap?”

“ Yeah, no me gusta-”

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NIHACHU

As soon as you flinched from her hug, she instantly pulled away with a conflicted look. Her eyes full of hurt before realisation washed over them.”... What happened?” She whispered with a concerned expression.

You panicked and settled your hands on her shoulders quickly, a nervous grin on your lips,” D-don’t worry about it, Niki! You just caught me off guard-” You stopped talking as soon as her soft hand settled upon your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

A soft smile crossed over her lips as she shook her head lightly,” You don’t need to hide things from me, [Y/N]... Just talk to me, I can help you.” She reassured, her smile widening further.

You stared at her for a long moment before sighing and leaning into her touch, nodding ever so slightly,” Yeah... yeah, okay...”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur soot x reader #nihachu x reader #jschlatt x reader #quackity x reader #technoblade x reader #eret x reader

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simpurnatural · 3 years ago

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ok since you wrote dsmp football au - feral boys team verison can you write another but sbi team version? it was sooooooo good

"Ooh! I've been planning on writing one so here it is!"

“Sleepy Bois seem to be wide awake now!”

Winner’s POV (Feral Boys)

Warning ⚠️: Swearing

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN LUVS <3

"Oh this is fuckin' stupid," Tommy scoffed as the other team earned another point.

“There there Tom,” Jack consoles as you strolled up to them. “We usually pull through anyway,” he reminds as his knee went down and up anxiously.

“They ran out of Coca Cola,” you grumbled, handing them both a Fanta instead.

“Aren’t you supposed to be cheering?” asked Tommy, who pulled back the tab of his soda and eyeing your pom poms.

“I should be but...” your voice trailed off as a pink-haired tornado practically blew through the field and made a touch-down.

“Holy shit!” Phil shouted and threw his clipboard to the ground in disbelief, SBI High’s stands erupted with glee.

SBI! SBI! SBI!

“Phil! Phil! Phil!” someone bugged but the blond coach kept his back turned. “Put my son back in!” Schlatt barked as the dark-haired boy took a seat.

“Shut the fuck up, old man!” Minx barked back out of annoyance, holding her pom pom out threateningly.

“How’s it going Toby?” Lani asked her older brother before putting him in a loving headlock and messing up his hair.

You smiled at the energy on and off the field. The team was catching up and you could hear FB’s star quarter back Clay D (aka “Daddy’s Money” according to Techno) claiming that every point against them was a foul.

“Sleepy Bois seem to be wide awake now!” said Boomer, high school sports commentator. “Feral High better watch out!” he warns in a playful manner.

“SBI! SBI! It is time to look alive!” You and Niki cheered “We’re here to win! We’re here to stay! Long live the Queen of England!”.

The last part of the chant made absolutely no sense but the spirit was definitely there. A big furry came running your way at a snail’s pace. You could hear the person inside the suit panting for oxygen.

“I’ve been trying to get this damn fox head off for half an hour,” Fundy complained.

“Oh my God!” Niki gasped, not hesitating to help him. “Are you alright?” she asks after his sweaty facial features were revealed.

“Yeah,” he nodded as you patted him on the back. “I think I’m gonna go get a bottle of water now,” he heaved before walking off towards the snack shack.

“Poor guy,” you frowned, “But I heard that stuff like that looks really good for applying to colleges,” you shrug before continuing your cheer routine.

...

Feral Boys High lost by a whopping 10 points and the field was now littered with white and teal confetti. Wilbur, who made the final touchdown was being launched into the air by his fellow team mates.

“This is a great,” someone beside you said in a cheerful tone.

“Jesus Ranboo,” you jolted at the sudden scare. “Announce your presence next time. How’d you even get here that fast? Did you teleport?” you joked.

“Who knows? Maybe I did.” the tall boy shrugged “Can’t remember,” you hear him mutter under his breath.

“Hey!” you hear someone hollar, that someone being the lead cheerleader of FB High.

“Cara!” you smiled as she and Hannah jogged over. “What’s up?” you ask.

“Our team lost so we were wondering if the girls wanted get something to eat?” The bouncy hair gal asked.

“Food sounds so good right now,” you sighed, thinking about a good, greasy, and hearty pepperoni pizza.

“Food?” another voice chimed in, that voice belonging to Toby. “Fellas, we’re getting food!” he hollares over to his mates.

“No I meant-” Cara began.

“Hell yeah!” Jack cheered, throwing a fist into the air.

“I know the perfect spot!” Tommy claims, duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“You guys-” you started.

“I’m starving!” Techno chuckles as everyone began making their way towards the parking lot.

The boys had practically invited themselves to your plans but you didn’t mind.

“We better be getting pizza!” you shout, hearing words of agreement short afterwards.

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niki-is-clay · 24 days ago

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“okay.” she mumbles, eyes downcast as she runs over to brain and raphaella’s. “hello? brain and ra- raph- raphaella? jonny said to come here.”

There is a woman standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Not walking down it, standing squarely in the middle of it. The crowd passes around her as if she were not there.

Niki fears the clowns, and rightly so, but she's not a clown, so she should be safe. Right?

She hobbles over to her, bending straight down at the waist, as if her body were on hinges.

"Hello, little girl. Are you lost?"

@detritus-of-the-earth

“i’m not lost!” niki giggles cheerfully. she knows where she is. she feels unsettled, but there are no clowns here, so she should be okay. probably. “are you lost?”

#tma rp #niki the clay girl #allthesemechanismsbutnocoping #rp chain

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jacobsnsfw · 4 years ago

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half time, dream

NSFW! MINORS DNI ISTG

PAIRING football!dream x fem!reader

PRONOUNS she/her

WARNINGS unprotected ( wrap b4 u tap! ) hate sex, choking spitting, degradation, hair pulling,

SONG REC girls need love, summer walker

WORD COUNT 2.28k

NOTE this is fully inspired by @/slapnap , @/whoranges , & their wonderful anons. football!dream my love </3 it's been months since i've written smut bare with me pls😩. it’s written kind of weird, i wrote it almost in past tense? they’re both 18 and seniors

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HALF TIME HAD FINALLY BEGAN all the players from each team had went to hydrate and talk amongst themselves, (y/n) watched clay's cocky smirk form on his face as the other cheerleaders on her cheer squad surrounded that gorgeous bastard, and showered him with compliments about how good he looked or how well he played.

she hated everything about him, the way he obnoxiously flirted with every girl to ever enter the school's front doors, hell he's even tried on multiple teachers. he made her skin crawl but yet, he was unimaginably attractive. clay's green eyes gazed pasted the heads of the girls in front of him, the smirk on his face grew as his eyes raked down (y/n)'s a beautiful figure in her uniform that fit her body perfectly, her hips and tits on full display only covered by the short skirt and tight top.

once their eyes met the cheerleader was quick to break eye contact praying he didn't get the wrong idea, but his long legs carried him quickly to where she was leaning against the metal pole holding up the stands, "staring isn't very nice y'know" she hated the way he spoke and the effect he had on her.

"why don't you go fuck yourself" she more-so told him then asked, "oh come on.." he trailed off a faux pout pulling at his lips that (y/n) rolled her eyes at.

"why don't you and i take a trip to the locker rooms, hm?" he asked. something that damn near no one knew, was the fact that they had gotten together at clay's friend karl's house, in his bed, but they never talked about it, and if niki, one of (y/n)'s close friends, were to bring it up, (y/n) would say it was some mistake, but she never forgot the things clay made her feel that night, maybe it was the adrenaline she was feeling that made her overly sensitive, but he was.. different.

her eyebrows raised and her thighs clenched at the memory, "what are you thinking about?" clay asked his voice huskier than before. he placed his index finger under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. how the hell are you supposed to tell someone you're daydreaming about the sex you had with them, maybe if he wasn't so full of himself now, she would've told him, but no.

"thinking about how you're on my last nerve" she snapped putting on her best angry look, as if she wasn't soaked from his voice and her thoughts alone, pulling her head away from him quickly. "feisty... i like it" he tutted running his thumb over her bottom lip. he pulled her into him by her waist, "come on, you had fun last time.." he continued, he wasn't wrong but, (y/n) would never admit that.

his lips met hers as shock crossed her brain, but when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she moaned, as if there were parents and their peer's siblings just above them on the bleachers, but that didn't matter at the time. their mouths slotted together euphorically, teeth and tongue clashing.

clay's muscular thigh lifted to meet her pussy that was covered by a thin, skimpy pair of panties and short spandex, and he pressed into it so she could feel him through the clothing.

(y/n) quietly protested when his lips left her own, "come on" he mumbled pulling her behind him to what looked to be the boys' locker room, "i can't go in there" she stopped in her tracks, standing just outside the door, clay rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist pulling her in.

"as if you coming in the locker room's a big deal. no one's here to snitch and no one will find out" he mumbled like they weren't about to have sex where any of his teammates or coaches could walk in.

he pushed her up against the cold lockers, the cold metal and clay's mouth back on hers sent chills up her whole body. god, the thought of someone walking into his hands gliding down her body, and gripping her ass under the inappropriately short skirt, made her brain fog.

(y/n) reached down and tugged the clothing on her lower half off, leaving a pair of black panties thin enough to not see through the spandex that pooled at her ankles that she had on only so no one could see what she didn't want them to.

they pulled away from each other, clay palmed his erection through his pants, (y/n) grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him back into her by his shoulder pads, "are these staying on?" she asked quietly and clay nodded in response, they only had around fifteen minutes left of their thirty

the football player's hands trailed from where they sat on her waist, to her throat, he wrapped them tight but not too tight, just enough so she could breathe, "what do you want me to do" clay teased, he knew what she wanted, but he wasn't going to just fuck her, he wanted her to beg.

"fuck you, i'm not doing it." (y/n) said, it's almost like she could read his mind if she did beg he would brag about it for the remainder of the time they fucked around together.

"oh.. okay" he replied nonchalantly pulling away from where he had her pressed against the lockers, and heading towards the door, "wait, clay!" she walked quickly after him, grabbing his wrist pulling him into her.

their chest colliding just before she reached up and pulled his head- more specifically his left ear, whispering, "clay, please fuck me~" she moaned loudly and obnoxiously squeaky into it and he almost lost it.

his hands that were at his side, came back to her waist and her throat, "listen, we both know how much of a slut for me you are, and don't pretend any different, got it?" he asked his tone was serious and that's what made it even hotter, c'mon if a greek god were to be in your face telling you how much of a slut you were, how would you act?

she hummed, acknowledging what he said. his grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, "words, whore" he hummed his calloused hand left her hip and trailed teasingly down her thigh, and slapping it roughly.

"yes," she gasped when his hand met her flesh soothing the stop he hit, "i'm.. a slut for you" her hands met his broad shoulders, her nails digging into the clothing that covered them.

a deep grunt left his agape mouth, and he pulled the top off the cheer uniform up enough to expose her tits to him. his mouth as quick to attach to the left one, her hands tangled in his dusty, blond locks, when his teeth barely grazed over her nipple, her breath caught in her throat and her hands tugged at his hair.

(y/n)'s head tipped back and met the lockers, with a so much force a small clang bounced off the walls of the large room, "careful doll, don't wanna hurt that pretty little head of yours." clay spoke up his mouth releasing her breast with an audible 'pop'.

his hands reached to pull the pants from upon his hips, but before he did, he glanced up at (y/n) for permission, she nodded with a dopey smile on her face. the bare minimum just hits different when he's with her.

"ya'sure you wanna do this?" he asked, he didn't want to force her into anything she was uncomfortable with, i'm sure if she had an issue she would've said or done something sooner, but just in case she didn't.

"m'sure" she mumbled out, her dainty, slender fingers tugged at his hair again trying her best to make him hurry and fuck her before time ran out, to say she was eager would be an understatement.

clay laughed at her neediness, "for someone who hates me, you sure don't act like it. all needy for me, hm?" he was so painfully conceited he knew how hot he was and he knew how to treat someone mentally and physically.

the pants he wore for the game, were quick to be tugged down his hips, and his boxers as well, fully exposing himself to (y/n) and anyone who could walk in at any time.

he wrapped his hands around his cock, stroking it slowly almost like he was teasing himself, a grunt passed his lips and his hips pressed more into his hand, though (y/n) didn't want him to get to into it and grabbed his wrist causing his hand to almost halt and his eyes locked with (y/n)'s.

"use me not your hand, please" she cooed under her breath wiggling in his tight hold. he laughed once again at her neediness.

"you want me to fuck you? use you like a toy?" teasing, teasing, and more teasing, he enjoyed watching her struggle and rub aimlessly against him, it was hot to him at least.

she continued nodding, like that was the only thing she could do, "please. pl-please" the high-pitched moan that followed her stumbled words made clay almost want to edge her until she was crying in his arms, but then he remembered the time crunch.

he grabbed her chin making eye contact with her as he rubbed his cock against her slit trying his best to get a reaction and pushed slowly into her.

"clay~ hngg" she moaned, her plan to keep at least a little bit quiet was crushed when he slowly started thrusting into her, his pace speeding every time he pushed back in

his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip, opening her mouth slightly, clays brows raised expectantly waiting for her to open it the rest of the way, when she did, the spit that pooled on his tongue transferred to hers, "swallow it, bitch" he spoke through gritted teeth.

his cock nudged that spot deep inside her, and her back arched from the locker and her moans stuttered, "right there- fuck!" (y/n) gasped as her legs wrapped impossibly tighter around his hips pulling him closer, just to make him hit it again.

his thrusts were almost animalistic at this point, and the words that streamed from (y/n)'s gorgeous lips were echoed throughout the room, her mind ran so fast she could barely keep up, maybe this is why they called him dream, ‘cause fuck was this is like a erotic fantasy. it was almost embarrassing how fast he could make her cum.

her brain became more foggy than when this started, her thigh started to quiver ever so slightly, “you g’na come?” clay taunted, his hips slowing. she didn’t even reply her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, pulling him into her, as she ground herself against his cock.

her velvety walls enveloped around him tightly, pulling a strangled gasp from clay, his left hand reached to tug the ends of her hair exposing her neck to him. his lips attached to her neck, “no marks, someone’ll see” (y/n) mumbled threading her fingers through his hair.

“ ‘ts baffling how you think i give a fuck.” he muttered continuing his harsh thrusts and his mouth sucking red marks that would be soon become a deep purple color. (y/n)’s vision blurred slightly and she swore she could see stars, the ahegao-like expression present on her features reminded clay of the hentai he’d seen that sapnap had sent him, drool dripped from her tongue and down her chin, like a child.

a white ring could be seen every time clay pulled out to thrust back in, he fucked her through her orgasm, attempting to chase his that was so close he could practically taste it, his hips stuttered and his pace slowed quite a bit.

his body slumped against hers, and his head fell into her shoulder as he breathed in the overly expensive perfume and matching lotion she wore all the time, it was her go, kind of fruity and coconut-y, not too sweet but sweet enough to get the point across.

the afterglow they were basking in was cut short by the banging on the door from someone, “clay? are you in there” what sounded like clay’s good friend alex on the other side of the door, “yeah, i’ll be out in a sec” he yelled back pushing off of where he was leaning against (y/n).

a dopey smile pulled at her lips as she pulled her skirt up from on the floor, "what's so fuckin' funny?" clay asked with his brows furrowed. "nothing, just had sex with a hot guy in his locker room at a football game" she mumbled pulling her top over her boobs and walking past him making sure their shoulders brushed when she did. clay stared at the door, dumbfounded, she just walked away as if he didn't just ruin her, if she didn't feel it now she definitely would later.

#dreamwastaken smut #mcyt smut #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dreamsmp smut #dream smut #football!dream

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5: Studying You

Chapter 5 of my series "New Girl" new girl series masterlist

Warnings: usage of dream's real name, dnf (if you squint), swearing Characters: Dream, Drista, Technoblade, Wilbur, George (mentioned), Sapnap (mentioned), Tommy (mentioned), Niki (mentioned), Jack (mentioned), Sally (mentioned), Philza (mentioned) Word Count: 1.9+ summary: the Was-Taken twins have a much-needed chat. y/n and techno are partnered together for a mythology class assignment

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"Is that my fucking shirt?"

You roll your eyes dramatically, taking out your earbuds to look Clay in the eyes. "Good morning to you too, sleeping beauty."

"Shut up."

"Yes, this is actually your shirt, now let me go back to studying."

Your brother wouldn't drop the matter. "Why are you stealing my shirt, much less my favorite shirt?"

You looked down at the shirt that hung loosely off your frame. Indeed, it was his favorite t-shirt. But you didn't realize that when you quickly grabbed it out of the dryer that morning.

"I guess it is," you respond. "But why do you care?"

Clay paused, before shrugging. "I don't, really. It's just weird having you here."

He sat down on the couch a little ways away from you, bowl of cereal in hand. "It's weird living with you again."

He wasn't wrong. You thought it was weird living with your family, too. After years at a boarding school, where you were away from them most of the time, it really was strange.

Plus, Clay looked so different. He was taller, carried himself as much more maturely. It was all so different from the obnoxious and nerdy middle schooler that you left behind.

"You're different," You admit, desperately hoping you don't make the situation any more awkward.

Clay nods. "You too. But it's nice. You're actually pretty cool!"

His words fill you with warmth. It's impossible to keep the slight smile off your lips as you reply, "Likewise. thanks for letting me meet your friends, by the way."

Clay took another bit of his cereal. "No problem. They liked you."

You smirked mischievously. "But not as much as you like George!" You shot back.

Your brother practically choked on his breakfast, a bright red blush rising quickly to his cheeks.

Just then, Drista came running into the living room. She practically jumped onto the couch right next to you, sending you lurching in the other direction.

You and Clay laughed. She's always been this energetic. It never fails to make people smile. Whether you're sad, angry, or downright depressed, Drista can always make you smile.

"Y/n!" She's clearly excited about something, almost jumping in her seat with excitement. "Are you gonna be at me softball game tonight?"

You mentally run through your schedule. "I have to study for two hours after school, but then I will definitely be able to go."

It was true. You did have to study. But it was for a History project, and your partner was Technoblade. Honestly, you were... pretty happy about that.

It's only because you've met him and because he isn't some random kid, you told yourself.

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The coffee cup warmed your hands as you leaned over a textbook. Techno sat next to you, a notebook open in front of him, flipped to a clean, white page.

The greek texts and mythology books spread out on the table in front of you. Pencils and pens and other papers strewn about. You'd expect Technoblade to care about neatness but he literally could not care less.

"Uh..."

Techno sighed, looking up from the textbook he was reading. "For the last time, Y/n: stop making fun of me for my shit organization skills."

You laughed, unable to stop yourself. "I still can't believe it! I expected you to the super organized and studious asshole who has no sense of humor."

He rolls his eyes. "I might be studious but I am not an asshole-"

"Tommy might disagree."

"You literally just met him!"

"And yet I still know I'm right."

Techno laughs and leans back in the chair. His pink hair is falling out of the half-bun he's styled it into. He sweeps the stray strands back and goes right back to taking notes. You have to force yourself to stop studying him and to go back to studying the material.

You tap his shoulder.

"Technoblade."

He looks at you intently, waiting for you to speak.

"This is a project, not a test. We don't need to be taking excessive notes. We need to have a plan first."

He considered this for a moment before blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I guess so. But don't you dare blame it on my lack of organization skills."

You smiled and shook your head. "But seriously. We have to choose a greek myth and retell it to the class."

"Which one do you want to do?" Techno took the book of greek mythology and began to flip through it, skimming for the titles.

"There are so many!" You cried. "And they're all so good! Okay- some are better than others, but still." You looked at the book as well, eyes taking in the rows and rows of text.

Hades and Persephone Pandora's Box The Three Sisters of Fate Perseus and Medusa Orpheus and Eurydice 12 Labors of Hercules Icarus's Folly Theseus and the Minotaur Narcissus and Echo Sisyphus and His Eternal Punishment The Great Trojan War

You groaned in utter frustration.

"I love history, but I am so done with this shit."

That made Technoblade chuckle. But then his demeanor changed completely. He stood up abruptly and grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to do the same. Hesitating because of your confusion, you did.

He hurriedly straightened the papers before dragging you out of the library.

"Techno! Where are you taking me?"

He didn't stop to look over his shoulder as he called back, "I'm late for football practice!"

You were shocked. "B-but the project!"

"That isn't due for another two weeks! We have loads of time." At this point, he had let go of your wrist, but you found yourself continuing to sprint behind him as you raced to the field.

A couple of times, you guys raced into a crowd of people, awkwardly excusing yourself and offering haste apologies as you continued to run where you needed to go.

After a good two minutes of sprinting, you burst through the heavy doors onto the football field. Techno gradually stopped and you followed suit.

Unlike you, he wasn't really panting at all.

"Thanks for running all the way here, and sorry for messing up the study session."

You took a moment to catch your breath before responding. "It's totally cool."

The metal bleachers caught your eye and you got an idea.

"Actually... I might study up there," you pointed to them. "And maybe watch some of practice too."

Technoblade looked at you curiously. He nodded before walking with you to the bleachers. He set his stuff down on the lowest metal step before turning around to run onto the field to join the rest of his team.

You sat down, popped in your earbuds and started brainstorming ideas, totally oblivious to the sports practice that was going on in the background.

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(techno's pov)

Technoblade Minecraft threw a perfect pass to his brother Wilbur, whooping in celebration when it was flawlessly caught and ran into the end zone.

A perfect play. If the team continued to perform like this, they'd win their next football game easily. Techno looked over to the bleachers as the team started its five-minute water break.

His eyes caught on you, hunched over a textbook. But what shocked him was the fact that you were wearing his jacket. The SBI letterman jacket he always wore on football days.

He hadn't realized you were cold. You weren't wearing a jacket before and now that he thought about it, the fall months could get cold. The chilly breeze had to make you shiver. He was honestly glad you grabbed his jacket. It was much better than you being cold.

Wilbur had noticed his brother staring at you on the bleachers. He stood at Techno's side, following his gaze.

"What's so interesting about her?"

Technoblade had enough self-control not to jump, but he had actually been startled. "Just noticed that she was cold and grabbed my jacket."

Will squinted before laughing quietly. "It appears she has. Say," his face shifted to a more pensive expression. "You should invite her to the Halloween party."

The Halloween party. Every year Jack Manifold and Niki worked together to throw an amazing party. Somehow, each party outdid the last. But the thing was, it was invite only. And it was a big deal if you were invited. Of course, being one of Niki's close friends, Techno and Wilbur were always invited.

The other thing about getting invited was you were allowed to bring a plus-one. Wilbur had brought Sally last year and would be again this year, but Techno always went alone. It would cause a big stir within the school if he finally had a plus-one, no matter how platonic it was.

Even still, he replied. "Yeah. I'll ask. She'll probably say no, though."

Wilbur shook his head in disappointment. "I know you have amazing grades, but you really can be a dumbass sometimes."

Techno rolled his eyes, not understanding, but began walking over towards you. His footsteps caught your attention and you looked up, which to his eternal surprise, made his face start to heat up.

He sat down next to you, still facing the field. "Hey stranger."

You smiled, remembering. "Hey. What brings you back here? Practice is still going on for another hour, Mr. Quarterback. Plus, you need to improve your passes to the wide receiver. He's a crucial part of your team."

He was shocked. "I had no idea you knew so much about football! You never talk about it."

You laughed, the sound like a happy melody. "I'm Clay's twin sister remember? Plus, football is a cool sport."

"Oh right." Technoblade had totally forgotten who you were related to, but he was still going to ask you.

But you could tell that he wanted to say something.

"Have you heard of Niki's and Jack's annual Halloween party?" He blurted out, as if the question desperately wanted to escape his mouth and be free.

"Yep. I have. Clay is going this year."

That was news to Techno. "He was invited?"

"Absolutely. He won't stop obsessing over it. Says it's a chance to 'show those losers who's actually the best team'." you shook your head in affectionate disappointment.

The pink-haired boy scoffed. "Yeah, right. Our team was looking really strong out there."

"True, but SMP isn't weak by any means."

But Technoblade wasn't worried. He was confident in the abilities of his team. They had been running passing drills and plays flawlessly for months and their team communication was "admirable", as Philza described it.

But he hadn't yet asked the actual question that he wanted to.

"Would you like to go to the party with me?"

There. He asked the question. The words hung in the chilly fall air. Not heavy and anxious, simply a thought being pondered.

He waited in anticipation for your answer. But thankfully, Techno didn't have to wait long.

"Yes. I'll go with you."

That was all he needed. The boy fought to keep a smile off his face as he picked up his bag and slung it on his shoulder.

"Cool. I'll text you the details so that you can prepare."

You packed up your stuff as well, getting ready to walk with him again when someone interrupted.

Tommy. The youngest brother.

"Techno. Dad wants us home," was all the blond boy said before sprinting back to Wilbur and the rest of the team,

You and Technoblade shared a quiet laugh before he picked up his pace to follow his little brother.

But then, he turned to look over his shoulder at you, still walking.

"Keep the jacket," he called back. "It looks good on you!"

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