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neutral, chap. 25 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary technoblade and tommy live out their days in the tundra. a visitor both expected and unexpected arrives at last..

warnings swearing

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technoblade found himself staring into the distant tundra more than he would care to admit. he just prayed to the gods every time he glanced into that endless snow that he’d see her trudging figure juxtaposed against the horizon. but the longing voices and the aching of his heart wasn’t enough to simply make her appear in the distance; only her own two willing feet could do that.

but of course, he always imagined that the one time he wasn’t looking would be when she was finally approaching.

“y/n!”

technoblade immediately rushed around the side of the house, only to see tommy petting one of the chickens that roamed free around his warm cabin. tommy looked up.

“hey, techno,” the boy spoke innocently. “need something?” techno watched as tommy scooped the chicken into his arms with no resistance. the usually skirmish animal didn’t show even a shadow of complaint, even nuzzling into tommy’s chest.

technoblade let out a long huff. “you did not seriously name a chicken after her.”

tommy immediately let out a loud laugh; the chicken didn’t even startle at the abrupt noise. “is that why you came running? you heard me call to the chicken?”

“oh, well..”

“god, you’re a simp, man!”

techno just shook his head as if that would rid the rush of voices. “we’re just gonna ignore that ya named a chicken after y/n?”

tommy scrambled to answer, “i-i mean.. chickens are motherly!”

“really? that’s your defense?”

...

“can y/n come into the house?”

“no.”

in just a week, tommy grew attached to the serene chicken. he constructed a new coop for the roaming chickens to nest in, a special bed for y/n especially, and insisted on making homemade feed to “improve egg production”; technoblade suspected it was all mainly to continue pampering the favored chicken.

“c’mon, tech,” tommy whined, the chicken cradled contentedly in his arms. “it’s freezing out there!”

“i live in the tundra, tommy,” the hybrid grumbled plainly.

“it’s supposed to be the start of a blizzard tonight,” tommy sighed. “c’mon, tech, please.”

techno looked to the chicken again, who had her eyes closed peacefully, embracing the warmth tommy brought. i’m going to regret this, he thought over the voices’ complaints. technoblade opened the door wider.

“fine. but just this once.”

tommy cheered, racing into the house and toward his room with the chicken.

technoblade sighed again as he closed his door. “when did i get soft?”

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the storm was just starting to pick up outside when technoblade settled with his book. but even after ten minutes, he couldn’t quite seem to focus. the voices filled his senses with useless thoughts, and so instead he took to watching the snow float past his window.

‘i wonder if she’s alright.’ ‘do you think she’s made it out of the nether yet?’ ‘l’manburg’s too stupid to find her.’ ‘at least we have tommy back.’ he listened to the incessant droning with little consideration, until the many voices formed together to warn, ‘behind you.’

he immediately turned around, his hand instinctively reaching for the axe he had leaned next to him, only to be greeted with the sight of the favored chicken behind him. she clucked quietly at him.

“you’re all useless,” he muttered to his mind, settling back into his chair with a huff. she clucked again at him to draw his gaze. he shook his head at the animal.

“i’ve gone soft, haven’t i?” he questioned uselessly. the chicken’s head twitched into an inquisitive tilt. techno would’ve laughed had he not been so tired. he sighed out, reaching his open palm toward the chicken. she immediately pattered forward and brushed her feathery neck to his warm hand with a sound cluck.

in the strangest way possible, techno could understand why tommy had likened this chicken to y/n. it was oddly calm for a chicken, not frightened by any of the household men but also not completely unbothered by them. if she had been unbothered, technoblade imagined she would have left tommy’s embrace soon after he picked her up.

“you’re a weird little chick,” he spoke aloud again. the chicken abandoned his hand to push against his clothed leg. “you should be running from me right now. i like chicken soup.” she just clucked again, settling decidedly against his leg. techno sighed again before finally picking up his book. and for some odd reason, he was finally focused enough to read.

...

“he’s still with the chicken, huh?” philza chuckled when he saw tommy chasing around the sweet chick as she pecked at some of the scattered feed.

technoblade just shrugged. “he’s found a weird outlet for missing neutral, i think.”

“yeah,” phil laughed out. “oh, um, speaking of which..” techno watched as phil fished something out of his pocket. after a moment he presented an emerald ring. it wasn’t poorly crafted by any means, but it was most definitely a first trial. “a crow came back with this.” techno connected the dots and tried to ignore the race of his heart on top of the voices growing in volume. “judging i sent them out about a week ago.. she can’t be more than a week or two out now.”

‘she’s close.’ ‘she’s close!’ ‘god, i can’t wait to see her smile.’ ‘i hope her journey was safe.’ ‘is safe. don’t get too ambitious.’ ‘i hope she’s excited to see you.’ ‘i imagine she’s excited to see anyone at this rate.’ ‘i hope she gets here soon.’

philza, who always had a sixth sense for when the voices were meddling in his son’s mind, placed a grounding hand on technoblade’s shoulder. “she’ll be here soon enough, mate.” he turned his gaze and techno followed it to watch as tommy scooped the chicken up in his arms with a laugh. “we’re just playing the waiting game now.”

…

“dinner’s ready when you two are!” philza called out before returning to the warm interior of his house. tommy and technoblade shared a look and put down their gardening tools.

“race you in!” tommy yelled out, scooping up his favored chicken and running to the home. technoblade just sighed before walking after him.

when he entered the warm house, the chicken was picking at a small bowl left for her by the door. when technoblade turned his unamused eyes up, philza just shrugged at him.

“chickens have to eat, too.”

“sure,” technoblade grumbled in response, taking a seat at the table as philza set his plate in front of him. they ate with minimal chatter for a few moments before tommy spoke up.

“where do you think y/n is right now?” he inquired, gaze training on his warm plate.

philza and technoblade shared a look. technoblade raised his eyebrows at his father and philza cleared his throat, offering, “if we’re lucky, she’s headed here.”

tommy looked up. “you think so?”

“her safest option is here,” philza continued with a shrug. “she can’t go to l’manburg without risking a hell of a lot, she’s suicidal if she goes to dream, even eret’s is a risky option with ghostbur being there. l’manburg tends to stay away from here.”

“for good reason,” technoblade interjected.

philza chuckled, “yeah.” he shrugged as he loaded his fork with more food. “the only other logical place for her to go is..” he shook his head, “to foolish.”

tommy’s hopeful look faltered. “right. i forgot they knew each other.”

there was a moment of silence as philza and technoblade scrambled for a comforting word.

“she’ll come,” technoblade offered up. tommy’s head snapped up to him. he just shrugged at the younger boy. “she will.”

tommy’s shoulders seemed to relax. “yeah. yeah, she will.”

...

“y/n? y/n!”

though the call for the chicken was now a begrudging frequent in his life, it still made technoblade freeze every time. but the voices were quick to remind him of the damned feathery creature and techno just sighed.

“tommy, how many times do i have to-”

but when he rounded the corner, all of the breath left his lungs. he couldn’t even think to be snarky or teasing or anything he usually was in her presence. because holy shit, she was actually here.

y/n had tommy wrapped securely in her arms, face alight with pure joy and relief as her closed eyes fell into tommy’s chest. and then those beautiful e/c eyes were open and on him and he had never felt warmer in the freezing tundra.

when tommy pulled off of her he immediately sensed the two’s eyes locked and let out a quiet, “i’ll get some cocoa started. get your ears ready, ‘cause i have some things to tell you, woman.”

she gave him a smile, turning from techno for just a moment. “i can’t wait.” she watched as tommy scampered off before turning back to the hybrid. he couldn’t even find the words to say to express his relief. the voices were dead silent. “i would’ve been back sooner, but i had to stop and trade for warmer clothes.”

‘been back’ one of the voices helpfully repeated. as if this place were like a second home to her.

“you don’t have to justify your timing to me,” was all he could say, shaking his head as his body naturally leaned toward her. he caught himself in a step and scooped her into his arms before either of them could say anything else. she laughed out as her feet left the ground, wrapping her arms around the strong man. “’m glad you’re safe.”

“me too,” she muttered into his chest.

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fandomlit · 1 year

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Do you think you’ll update your master list?

yes!! expect that to happen soon :)

#im really really trying to be active again yall #but college is hard #especially when you barely know what you're doing #prayers #answered

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fandomlit · 1 year

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I've been on tumblr for a few months now but I still dont understand c! and cc! Can you please elaborate it to me? Help me🥲

Thank you in advance

of course love!

when referring to c! and cc! in front of names c! means character and cc! means content creator

so for example, cc!wilbur would be referring to actual wilbur soot himself, while c!wilbur would be referring to the character her plays in dsmp

#hope this helps!!#answered

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fandomlit · 1 year

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i was just wondering, is neutral a finished series? i normally only really read fics that are completed, and i couldnt find anything on if it was or wasnt

neutral is not yet completed!

#she's got some life left in her #answered

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fandomlit · 1 year

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jus wanna remind u that we appreciate ur work!!! take ur time w neutral and other works,, we'll be wilding when u post either way HSHSH

thank u so so much my dear!!! i promise i'm alive my loves <33 happy new year! expect some new work soon :)

#college is BONKERS loves #but also totally amazing #and i wanna write more!!! so send in rqs #love yall #answered

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and scene (sbi x reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“where were you this morning?”

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

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

“wil, wh-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you were going to get those damned boys back.

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

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requested by anon “If you don’t mind, could you do prompt 5 with zuko”

o hey i do writing prompts,, those used in this imagine will be in bold

imagine going to fire nation meetings with zuko

“i feel like an idiot.”

“what are you talking about? you look great!” iroh assured his nephew. it had been too long since zuko had worn true, traditional fire nation garb. but a few days after becoming the fire lord, zuko craved to look his part, and began to scour old wardrobes from formal fire nation wear.

the issue was, the formal wear was a little outdated. it didn’t fit zuko well, too large everywhere, and the train and sleeves of the robe were achingly dramatic, too long for any sort of comfort. the black and orange looked worn and overall, zuko despised the look. “i look like the most miserable pantherfox ever.”

“don’t be too hard on yourself, nephew,” iroh chuckled. “we’ll have new robes tailored by the end of the week; for now, you have meetings to attend. and, there’s someone here to see you..”

zuko gave his uncle a suspicious look just as the doors to his dressing room opened. zuko used the mirror in front of him to catch sight of what was coming through the door--a figure adorned in green, beige, and brown. he turned around quickly when your beautiful eyes met his in the mirror.

your drab was similar to his--billowy, elegant, and dramatic beyond modern compare. your hair was done in a style he only saw in the ancient earthen scrolls. the only thing seemingly untouched besides your natural beautiful features was your makeup; you appeared to wear only what you usually adorned with no attempt to doll up your already stunning smile. that facet comforted him, oddly.

“i heard we were going traditional to the negotiations meeting,” you shrugged when assessing zuko’s dropped jaw. you winked at iroh as he slipped out of the room. zuko said nothing to you, mouth still agape as he processed just what you had done to make him feel more comfortable at his meetings. “well, come on! the fire nation awaits.”

zuko swallowed before sweeping forward, offering you his arm. you took it graciously and allowed him to lead you to the meeting room. whatever your plan was, zuko knew that it had at least partially worked; he was now less nervous about the meeting and more nervous about showing up with a beautiful earth kingdom delegate on his arm.

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requested by anon “Could I please get Peter parker with prompts 83 and 91?”

o hey i do writing prompts,, those used in this imagine will be in bold

imagine telling peter parker that you know he’s spiderman

every part of peter’s body ached. being a superhero and saving the day was amazing and incredibly rewarding, just as he had always dreamed.. but no one ever mentioned how hard some of those villains hit.

aunt may was out for the day and peter decidedly laid in bed to waste away the hours in the empty abode. he tried to fall asleep for a while, but every shift and every other breath stung his bruised abdomen, and he was nearly in tears with how frustrated it made him.

the sudden opening of his bedroom door made him jolt up immediately on high alert, but the sting that resounded through his body made him groan and sink back down. luckily, it was just you.

“good to see you too, pete,” you nodded, furrowing your brow at the moaning boy. “rough day?”

peter pressed his pillow to his face to prevent from yelling. “like you wouldn’t believe.”

you shrugged, though you knew he couldn’t see it. “i might be able to believe it, spiderman.”

peter’s entire body tensed. you watched as he slowly removed the pillow from his face only to hug it to his chest. “that wasn’t a dream? i actually told you?”

“well, when im in life threatening danger and i tell a very-much-concussed spiderman that i don’t trust him enough to swing me through the city, said loopy spiderman tends to say some things he wouldn’t usually,” you waved. peter slammed the pillow back onto his face.

“mr. stark’s gonna kill me.”

you frowned, sighing as your brain swarmed with guilt-ridden thoughts. you began to approach peter’s bed slowly as a familiar sound drifted through your ears.

“i know you’re in pain,” you began with a sigh, leaning over peter’s bed, “but there’s an ice cream truck outside right now.”

peter slowly removed the pillow once again, pouty eyes gazing up at you. your heart clenched with adoration and sympathy. “can you get me a spiderman popsicle?”

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic

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a/n back to loving this man, callsign is honey

imagine dancing with bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

the beginning of a piano-heavy tune fills the bar and suddenly you’re jumping out of your seat, gathering the attention of your squadron. phoenix laughed as your eyes turned to bob, who you had just been talking with.

“bob!” the man startled, though he had already been looking at you. “dance with me!”

“wh-what!” bob sputtered, eyes wide and flush rising to his pale cheeks. your friends around you laughed.

“dance with me!” you repeated, holding a hand out to him. “please, please, please, i love this song!”

bob just stuttered out again, trying to find an excuse. you sighed, waving a hand before turning. your eyes fell on your next victim, “payback!”

“two left feet, honey,” payback shook his head. “i’d step all over you.”

“coyote?” you practically whined. your one hand was still outstretched, waiting for someone to accept your offer.

“sorry, honey.”

finally, your eyes found rooster. he had kept his silence, awaiting everyone to turn you down so he could make your night. you gave him your best puppy eyes and before you could even ask the question, he was putting his pool cue away.

“anything for you, honey,” he smiled and you cheered, grabbing and his hands and dragging him onto the dance floor as the rest of your squadron cheered and laughed.

you reached the floor just in time for the lyrics to start. “my baby said she’s travelling on the one after nine o’ nine!” you carelessly danced to the fast paced rhythm of the song, catching rooster’s eyes as you moved and keeping his hands held in yours. “i said a’ move over honey, i’m travelin’ on that line!”

as you continued your heartfelt belt of the classic tune, rooster couldn’t help but grin down at you. you were nothing short of perfect to him in that moment as you beamed at him and sang out every single lyric to a song he didn’t even know you knew. his heart was full and he had never wanted to kiss you more.

but instead of kissing you on the sweaty dance floor while surrounded by drunk people, he instead opted for shouting with you, “c’mon baby, don’t be cold as ice!” and the laugh you let out was enough to make his night.

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neutral, chap. 24 (dream smp x reader)

chapter summary you part ways with badboyhalo and punz. tommy and techno have a comfortable, open conversation about their past and present. sapnap brings news to george.

warnings swearing, mentions of destruction and death

a/n i’d like to formally apologize for all the delays in posting, i may be depressed (or just moving into college soon, one of the two)

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“will you be okay?” badboyhalo asked as punz wrapped you in a tight hug.

“yes,” you chuckled as the taller man lifted you from the ground before returning you gently to the same spot. “i’ve lived the nomad life before. for a long, long time.”

punz let go of you to look into your eyes. “don’t be afraid to find us if you need help. and if you’re ever in danger, well..” he shrugged. “you could always come ask the egg for advice.”

“you know i’ve never been able to hear that thing, punz,” you shook your head at him. you saw bad smile at your close pair out of the corner of your eye.

“i know,” he spoke gently. his smile made your chest feel embarrassingly hot. “the egg will lead us if it knows you need us.”

though you didn’t know how much you believed that, you pressed a kiss to the blonde’s cheek. “thank you, boys.” you let bad squeeze you in one last hug.

“stay safe, okay?” the hybrid spoke seriously. “stay away from l’manburg for a while. or anywhere dream would be.”

“that’s the plan,” you smiled, summoning your trident back to your hand. badboyhalo seemed giddy at the sight of it back in your hand; he had always loved that damned weapon, but only when it was with you. “i’ll see you boys soon enough.”

you all said one final goodbye before you could think of getting emotional and turned your separate ways. despite your sadness of parting with another sense of familiarity in your disorderly reality, your heart didn’t ache as you walked away from your favorite cultists. if anything, the interaction gave you more desire to hurry toward the man you could trust above all others.

...

technoblade should’ve been in bed.

but it was yet another late night, post-adventure for spider eyes. when thinking in retrospect about dream, techno thought it best to be stocked on potion materials in case of emergencies in invisibility and other cases. it had been a tired night for the both of them and primarily quiet as a result. but when they returned with enough of what they needed, they sat in the kitchen instead of heading to bed.

technoblade wordlessly made two cups of hot cocoa for them. the silence was no longer awkward as the first few days of tommy’s stay were; it had melded into something comfortable overtime, a comfort only shared by two brothers who understood each other’s thoughts in the moment. except that tommy could never predict the voices--not really.

“you know, i look up to you,” tommy offered after a while. technoblade’s eyes slowly drew up to the younger boy, who had seemed introspective all night. he wondered how long it took him to gain the courage to say those words. and suddenly, tommy looked embarrassed. “i, uh.. you’re my brother.” techno nodded, bringing his cup to his lips. “and you’re a total badass.”

techno let out an amused snort. “i am.” tommy smiled, turning his gaze away from the hybrid’s intimidating eyes. “go on.”

tommy shook his head as his brother snickered. after a moment of considering, tommy spoke, “and y/n always talked about you like you’re a saint, so..”

now he had really caught his attention. “she did?”

“yeah,” tommy sighed into his mug. “you’re a simp for asking, but yeah.” technoblade leaned to shove his shoulder and tommy let out a loud laugh. “she did, though! she always said you were strong and that she trusted you more than anything. and reading her journal, she said you made her feel safe.”

techno nodded. “you’re a creep for reading her journal.”

“hey!” tommy called out defensively as his brother laughed out again. there was a flush rising to his pale cheeks, but he grinned anyway. “she encouraged it! it was my way of learning about the war from someone i could actually depend upon for an accurate account of events.”

the hybrid shrugged knowingly. “fair enough.” he considered for a moment as tommy sipped his hot cocoa. “what’s ghostbur up to?”

if the question surprised tommy, he didn’t show it. “heading to king eret. they say..” tommy’s mind flooded with a thousand questions as he remembered his journeying friend. “they think they can revive him.”

technoblade nodded, “so he took the offer, eh?”

“you knew?”

“phil told me,” he explained. “when eret reached out to him with the idea, phil came and told me before he wrote back.” tommy nodded. “he’s trying not to get his hopes up--i can tell that much, but..” he sighed. “he’s a dad. dads love their kids.” tommy nodded again, gazing out the window to watch the clouds graze over the starry sky. “he’s happy you’re back, for the record.” he watched tommy blink a few times in surprise. “i mean, i’m great to be around, but i think phil gets some empty nest syndrome sometimes.”

“yeah,” tommy agreed quietly. “i mean, he already lost one child, and i kind of parted myself at the first opportunity.. he probably feels better knowing he can see me, that he gets to have me around instead of me running away.”

“and he’s proud of you, too, you know,” techno credited. the boy’s bright eyes turned to him. “ya don’t have the clearest conscience, but phil always finds a way to put a positive spin on everything you’ve done. it’s kinda annoying, actually.” but tommy was smiling too wide for techno to continue his complaints.

“‘m sure he does the same for you,” tommy offered and technoblade shrugged. “no, really! especially through all of y/n stuff, man. it’s hard not to be impressed by how much you truly-” the word love was on the tip of his tongue, but he dared not venture that far, “-protect and care for a person. at least, one that’s not family.” he said nothing as tommy raised his mug to his lips again. “now that’s what a real badass does.” technoblade snorted.

the voices were a dull lull in the back of his mind, but one rose to the front to speak, ‘you make that kid proud to be your brother.’ the idea warmed his chest more than he anticipated.

...

you reached a small sign post the following day. it was a helpful little thing, with three small wooden arrows carved with the name of villages, all pointing in varying directions. but your attention wasn’t initially on the signs. instead, your eyes were trained on the crow perched atop the post.

“i thought i saw you flying yesterday,” you hummed quietly, stopping when you were in front of the sleek creature. though the sign post was a little taller than you, the bird seemed to be turning its gaze to you all the same. you tilted your head at it curiously and laughed when it mimicked your action. “what are you doing so far from home?”

the birds neck craned in the slightest, beak jutting toward you. you slowly presented your flat palm, and the crow dropped its jaw. a small golden ring fell into your palm. it was a plain band, and far too big for your finger, but it made you smile. you knew it was more about the item reaching you than the item itself.

though it meant nothing to the avian, you held up a finger before going to rummage through your bag. you found a silver emerald ring at the bottom of your emerald pouch. you recalled philza being present when you had welded the small object, it being your first successful trial of welding jewelry; you had only saved it from the destruction for the sake of that memory. it was janky and uneven around the band, but that just reminded you all the more that philza would recognize it as yours.

you gave the crow a small piece of bread before offering it the ring. it took it into its beak to replace the one it had given you before squawking one last time and flying off.

you took a breath as you watched the crow fly among the tall tree tops before disappearing. you finally took the time to read the sign and assess the familiarity of the village names. you smiled when you saw a name that undoubtedly belonged to the tundra tribe. you took a calming breath before once again continuing your path.

...

george was continuously thankful for the way he lived after leaving dream. he was a more secluded man now, living out his days in an attempt at peace in l’manburg. there was little drama (personally, that is) in his life and yet still a lot of care, for and from the community and the people around him. he was beyond happy with his carefree arrangement in the nation he once fought to keep down.

but of course, a community like his did not come without interruptions. and george was less than surprised when sapnap arrived at his door.

“what’s the news?” george finally spoke after sapnap had settled at his kitchen table, watching as the older man brewed some tea for the both of them.

“y/n’s alive,” sapnap began. there was a pause in george’s actions and heartbeat as he continued, “fundy saw her in the nether. she didn’t tell him where she was headed next, but she was alright.”

when sapnap let out a hefty sigh and the water was effectively boiling, george turned to face his old friend. though it was warming to know that y/n was alright, the uncomfortable look on sapnap’s face was enough to unease him. “what’s the downside?”

sapnap finally lifted his eyes to george’s as he spoke, “dream did not blow up neutral, but.. maybe it would’ve been better if he had.” every word from therein was a needle in george’s chest. it looked as if it pained sapnap just as much to be telling the tale. sap looked desperate by the end of his telling, “i mean.. where do we even go from here, george? what can we do?”

there was a tense moment of somber consideration before the ear-splitting whistle of the kettle cut through the room. george was quick to take the kettle off and pour the boiling water into the awaiting cups as he considered his words carefully.

“he’s looking for her; we can be sure of that much,” george spoke quietly as he steeped the bags of fresh herbs. “the only thing we can really do is pray that wherever she’s heading is far outside of dream’s reach.” sapnap nodded as george placed his hot cup in front of him. after joining him at the table with a sigh, george offered, “there’s a few places that come to mind that she could’ve gone.. only one really sticks out, though.”

sapnap raised his eyebrows at him. “care to share?”

george’s lips drew into a thin line. “has anyone heard from technoblade?”

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sorry if I'm bothering you but I wanted to ask if you will be updating Neutral any time soon?

hey lovers, im so sorry i’ve been super inactive lately!! i’m headed to college soon so stress is at an all time high and i’m trying my best to balance my work with my play and it’s super difficult

neutral will be updated soon! i’m finishing up the last bit on the next part now and it will hopefully be out either today or tomorrow depending! and the next two chapters after are already in the works because.. drama ✨

and of course to all my top gun stans, rooster fics are LINED UP in my drafts!! they just need to be edited and then y’all can feast,, i didn’t forget about you dearies <3

once again, i love you all the mostest and thank you for your patience!!! 💓💓

#stress is real but my inbox has so many kind words in it that it makes it bearable #and i’m SO excited for these next few chapters of neutral. y’all don’t even understand #you will tho.. soon #answered #neutral series

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rest in peace alexander ‘technoblade’. you will be deeply and severely missed by countless.

there’s not much i can say that hasn’t already been said; technoblade was loved, and it showed that he loved all of us as well. grieve however you see fit, for this was a loss for us all. just remember to take care of yourself in the meantime—it’s what he would’ve wanted you to do.

consider donating to sarcoma research, whether it be directly or through his merch (which was very much like him to release, even in his final moments). it’s the least we can do to give back for all he gave us!!

lastly, i will be continuing to write for technoblade, and i encourage others to do so as well. make fanart, write crazy stories, do whatever you can to continue to share and celebrate the wonderful, wonderful man who gave us laughs and love. never let his memory die, because as we all know, technoblade never dies. not really.

#he will be so deeply missed #if anyone needs additional support please reach out!!#technoblade #alex technoblade

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please i’m dying for another rooster one shot your last one was incredible ❤️

coming sooooon 👀

#the amount of love i got on sleep clothes FLOORED ME #y’all are such lil sweetie pies #but i have quite a few drafts and PLENTY of rqs to supply you all <3 #answered

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sleep clothes (bradley bradshaw x reader)

summary a power outage allows rooster (and unfortunately, the other men on base) to see you in your sleep clothes.

warnings swearing, suggestion toward adult themes, rooster has a staring problem

a/n so guess who went and saw top gun (rqs are open <3)

gif cred belongs to @bykryx

the squadron had been getting ready for bed when the lights suddenly went out and the usual background thrum of the bunkhouse went silent. rooster looked to the switch to see no one standing by it just as payback let out a groan.

“the power did not just go out,” he huffed, digging through one of his drawers for his emergency flashlight.

“i think it did,” rooster replied as the other men in the bunkroom began to curse. hangman hopped out of bed, not bothering to pull a shirt on as he headed for the door.

“where are you going?” coyote called to him.

“to see if anyone else’s went out or if rooster just left his curling iron on too long,” hangman replied with a cynical smile. and as much as rooster wanted to put him in his smug jaw, he, payback, and coyote all followed.

the backup generator must have been some piece of work, for it only somewhat worked in the hallway, filling it with eerily faint light. some other men were out of their bunks already, milling about the hall with tired grumbles and groans as they talked amongst themselves. “guess it wasn’t just us,” rooster offered with a tired sigh.

“guess it got the girls, too,” payback spoke before moving past rooster. “hey phoenix, c/s!” rooster followed after him to see the silhouetted figures of the two girls of their squadron were in fact hovering near the entranceway of their hall. his heart nearly stopped as he got close enough to catch sight of you in the dim lights.

rooster had seen you in many shapes and forms; workout clothes, dresswear, uniform, even swimwear. but never in sleep clothes.

he thanked what ever god for blessing him with that sight.

“enjoying some mood lighting, boys?” you joked with a tired smile, tilting your head in a way that nearly had rooster swooning. man, he knew he had it bad for you, but this was a whole new level.

you stood in pair of lazily picked out socks and a way too big sleep shirt that left too much and not enough to the imagination, just barely stopping at your mid thigh with no implication of shorts underneath. he prayed the same dim lighting that revealed your adorably tired features to him hid the way his eyes greedily drank in the sight of your beautifully bare legs and the large shirt slipping off of your shoulder in the slightest, exposing your bare collarbone to his prying eyes. he forced his eyes away after a few long moments, cursing just barely under his breath. he couldn’t help the intrusive thought of you wearing his too big shirt, looking up at him with those doey, tired eyes, and, god, he was in public right now.

while you had taken a more lighthearted approach to the situation, phoenix was less than so. “none of you thought to put on shirts? not a single one of you?”

“c’mon, c/s’s not even wearing pants right now!” hangman retorted with a snicker. rooster didn’t know when he had joined their group, but his blood boiled at the thought of hangman’s gaze replacing where his had just been, thinking worse and more perverted thoughts than his own. that stupidly familiar burn in his chest only lessened when he heard you scoff.

“i’m wearing shorts, dipshit,” you huffed and rooster’s eyes followed selfishly as you lifted the hem of your shirt, revealing the pair of spandex that sat even further up on your thighs. he looked away quickly this time, before his mind could get too carried away. “i’m officially the second most clothed person here.” phoenix, who stood in a tee and sweatpants, just shrugged.

“i don’t know about that,” hangman tutted under his breath and rooster had never wanted him to shut up more. luckily, the admiral saved any further debate and intrusive thoughts.

“admiral on deck!”

everyone fell to attention immediately, lining up against the walls. when the hall was completely silent and devoid of shuffling noises, the admiral stepped toward the center. he scanned the hall before commanding, “at ease, but listen up.” everyone relaxed their attention and that’s when rooster realized that you had snuck your way beside him in the brief rush. you caught his eye when he glanced down at you and shot him a jovial, heart-stopping wink before focusing back on the admiral. he couldn’t help but bite his lip to prevent a goofy smile.

“we’ve got mechanics searching for the source of the outage now,” the admiral explained, pacing further down the hall. “lights out will be extended by an hour to accommodate for those whose showers were cut off or cut short. y’all smell terrible. you need that shower.” chuckles arose down the hall. “until we get up and running again, a few reminders: you are still not allowed to mingle in each other’s dorms, you are still required to wake at the same time tomorrow, you are still..”

as the admiral droned on, rooster snuck another glance down at you. you caught his gaze after a moment and the two of you shared an exaggerated look. he leaned closer to you and spoke quietly, “where’d you even get a shirt that big?”

that clearly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say judging by the breathy chuckle you let out. “some laundry mix up a few weeks ago. don’t really know what happened or who did it, but it doesn’t matter. it’s my shirt now. it smells like me and everything.”

rooster let out a quiet chuckle as if the thought of you scenting a shirt didn’t nearly make him shiver. the admiral swept his gaze through the part of the hallway your smiling duo stood and rooster quickly fixed his smile into a hardened expression. when the admiral’s eyes were gone, he whispered to you with a skipping heart, “looks good on you. ‘m sure it smells good, too.”

he looked toward you to see a silent laugh shake through you as you caught his eyes, “thanks.” his gaze flitted away from you after a moment, just as you added, “would rather it be one of your shirts, though.”

his heart stopped. his fervent eyes were back on you within the millisecond. “what?”

“what?” you repeated back to him. but the feeble lighting was just vivid enough that he could see the knowing, provocative look in your eyes as you tilted your head at him and holy shit you were going to be the death of him.

“dismissed,” the admiral called before rooster could even think of a response to you.

you shot rooster a smile that only told him that you were proud of yourself before speaking sweetly, “goodnight, bradley.”

fuck, did you have to say his name?

his veins were on fire. he let out a chuckle that only told you how flustered you had made the usually-cocky pilot. “goodnight, y/n.” he stared after you for a moment, gaze on the hem of your shirt as it just barely rose to the top of your thighs with your pace. the sight of your spandex settled just under the curve of your ass was like a reward.

and though some of the boys jostled and teased him like teenagers when you disappeared back to the girls rooms, rooster’s only thoughts were how to cause another laundry mix up in his favor.

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