#techno come back we miss you :(

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I would love to see your take on Trollex or Synth I love them so much. Maybe relationship hcs with reader? Thank youu~

@!; Starfish Wishes Trollex / Reader Synth / Reader

"Summary"! Unstructured headcannons on how Trollex and Synth would be in a relationship with the reader! "Tags"! Fluff and the two being literal dorks I love them sm. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A REQUEST ABOUT THEM FOR AGES PLEASE ILY SM (/p)

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@!; Being the lover of the Techno tribe leader is an experience like no other. I'm being serious, Trollex is a big doofus at heart and he knows it, and while he's more tame in public when he's alone with you it all comes out. And while Trollex has the biggest heart you've ever seen, it's a blessing and a curse.

Standing at the bottom of the ocean was defiantly something new for you, and something you didn't exactly expect to experience - like ever. Nevertheless, you never thought you would experience standing under the ocean in the middle of a Techno rave. Trollex always gushed about them, speaking with such energy you were sure half the time he was going to explode. Yet, whenever he spoke with you about the raves there was always a common denominator that made him pause and cause him to stand still. You both knew that it was harder said than done, seeing as you were neither a Techno troll or that you could breath under water. And yet, after months of talking (and a lot of trust building as Trollex tried to find some way to make this happened) he finally did it! "You alright Starfish?" Trollex shouted over the blasting music towards you, taking off an earphone as he did so. You nearly missed his voice, despite standing right next to him as you still felt a little uneasy to join the rest of the Techno tribe on their dance floor. "Huh?" You shouted back, taking a moment to process what he said, "Yeah! It's just- it's weird!" A chuckled followed after your words, "Standing at the bottom of the ocean, listening to unmuffled music, dancing?" Trollex beamed towards you, dropping his headphones around his neck, "Yeah! You have to get used to it, but if you ever need a break let me now. I'll get Synth to take over for a moment so we can go to a quieter area."

@!; Honestly he has the biggest heart, loves you to death and will do anything to make sure you're happy and well. Furthermore, he will do anything to protect you. Other than his tribe, you're his number one priority and he won't ever let you forget that and will remind you constantly. Mostly shows his love through spontaneous actions! Such as grabbing your waist and hugging you tightly while twirling around, making a CD that is a mash-up of all your favorite songs (or your own songs), or just deciding that today was going to be you and him day. I feel like he shows a lot of his affection through physical contact and quality: hugs, cuddles, kisses, swimming together, listening to music, spinning disks, having you next to him during raves so he can steal kisses from you. Loves to also make you flustered. It's the cheekiness instead of him.

@!; Defiantly a family guy! Expect him to be home with you, and the children, when he isn't doing his leadership gigs. Also, expect there to be kids and at least 3-4 of them, and expect him to love and spoil them to death. Those are his babies and he will not let anyone harm them and he will make sure they're raised not only right but also with everything he could possibly give them. Though is defiantly the type to understand if you want fewer or more kids, or if you need time between each egg catching. he knows it's difficult to raise kids without him there all the time. And while he tries to be there all he can, running the Techno tribe is a lot of work and he can't always be there. But you'll be damned if he misses something important for his kids. Never, ever, will this man miss something for you or his kids. First dj session? There and he's their biggest fan. First steps? There. First glitter ball game? You know he's rocking their colors. Birthdays? His schedule his cleared on that day for decades. Somehow finds a balance between life and work to keep the tribe happy and safe while also being the best dad he can be.

@!; Big prankster and goofball. The type who, when he sees your sad, cheer you up either through cuddles or a well meaning prank. He loves you to death, and I will say this time and time again because it's true, and he doesn't want to see you upset or sad. It makes him sad! So he'll cheer you up with his second best medicine, laughter and smiles! The first is obviously raving.

"Hey starfish, can you come here?" Trollex called you from the kitchen of your shared home, causing you to lean your head back on the couch. You tried looking at him, or tried to get a hint of what he was doing. It was one of those days were all you felt like doing was nothing. You just wanted to lay on the couch and completely space you, looking at the wall for any sort of inspiration that would never come. It made your nose scrunch and your head hurt to think that your boyfriend could possibly think beckoning you from your current place of hibernation was a good idea. Though seconds later, after not seeing you budge, he called again, "I promise, it'll be good!" So reluctantly, you mustered the strength to push yourself off the couch and onto your feet. Despite how heavy your body felt, you pushed through it to enter the kitchen where Trollex stood all too suspiciously; His hands were behind his back and this big grin was spread across his face. You knew he was up to something but you couldn't guess what it was. "So.. I know that you're having a bad day." He started, trying to contain his excitement. "So I decided to get you a gift!"

Did the gift happen to be something you absolutely loved, and had been ranting to Trollex about anytime it had crossed your mind? Yes. But was it also a bitch to get out because Trollex used every box and paper bag and gift wrap you two had laying around to wrap it? Also yes. You were so sure that the gift wrap and the boxes and the bag would never end, but it got you laughing and smiling at how ridiculous the whole thing was. Trollex and you literally spent 15 minutes on the kitchen floor unwrapping it all, then another 5 minutes laughing your asses off about it.

@!; Overall, he's an amazing lover and I love him so much. He will give you up, he'll never let you down, he'll never run around and desert you. He'll never make you cry, he'll never say goodbye, he'll never tell a lie and hurt you. But he will rickroll you as a prank while playing around with his turntables, giving you your own private concert. And this man will absolutely cackle at your expression like the gremlin he is and apologize later.

@!; Being Synth’s lover is getting to know the Synth behind “Synth”; which is much more complex than the outward, rave-loving and happy-go-lucky person Synth is always described and known as. And sure, while you fell in love with that version of Synth, you couldn’t help but fall deeper for him the more you got to know him, and in turn he fell harder the more he realized you accepted him and the more he got to know you.

@!; You first met Synth at a rave, which you had been invited to by Poppy as an olive branch to get to know some Techno trolls. At first, you weren’t sure why she would invite you to such a loud event, knowing you were rather sensitive about noise and iffy about meeting new people, especially people from different tribes. Yet, you also knew it would be rather rude to decline the invitation. Not only because Poppy had asked you personally, but also because it was a party for another tribe and you weren’t sure how they reacted to declined invitations. You had feared they took it horribly, like if you declined it would mean you hated them or something along those lines. So, to not make anyone upset you decided to go.

And, as you had expected earlier, you kept close to the edges of the party and watched everyone else; Having even taken a seat upon the disco floor out of tiredness of standing for too long. Yet, you didn’t want to leave encase Poppy wanted to introduce you to someone, or if it would count as rude to leave before a rave had finished. So you stayed, despite the overwhelming feeling you got from being in such a crowded and loud environment. “Yo, Bro!” Someone shouted, and you had thought it was towards someone else. Seeing as you didn’t know who the voice was coming from and you were just sitting in a corner doing nothing interesting, you had little reason to think someone was calling to you. Yet the voice shouted, this time closer, “Yo! Hello!” and then you saw someone waving their hands in the background, which caught your attention rather quickly. It was a Techno troll you had seen before around Poppy, and a few other Trolls. While you never spoke to him personally, you knew a few things about him. Such as, his name was Synth and he was quite loud. At times, you were able to hear his voice from across Trollstopia, and it always caused a slight fright in you at the sudden noise. “Bro you okay?” Synth swam over to you, hanging upside down with glow sticks in hand and some hanging around his neck. You hadn’t known at the time how much this first interaction would change your life, how much Synth would affect you. All you knew is that you wanted to run and hide. You were glad you didn’t.

@!; Synth wasn’t the most emotionally aware troll there is, while you were exactly the opposite and were way too emotionally aware for your own well being. As such, you two were able to balance each other out. Synth helps you calm down from the stress and emotional pressure of carrying everyone’s troubles on your back and you help Synth by pointing out social cues and things he was overlooking in his fun-seeking ways. You both helped each other get more in touch with your friends and with each other. Synth usually helps you calm down, not by raving with a large group of Techno trolls (though he used to before you exploded to Poppy, not wanting to hurt Synth’s feelings and she told Synth) yet by having dance parties at your pod. Dance parties meaning it was only you and Synth with your feel-good songs and you two would either dance together or do something else like scrapbooking, cooking, baking, etc. Something he tries to sit down and help you through your emotions. At first he tried giving you suggestions, but they weren’t the best and he learnt to just let you get it all out. Something you didn’t even need him to listen to, you just needed him there.

@!; Cuddling with Synth means there’s always a nightlight nearby! Poor Synth is terrified of the dark, and it really troubled him to be in a room without any sort of lighting (which is how you figured out why he always carries glow sticks with him). At first, Synth tried to be strong for you and cuddle at night… but he didn’t even last 2 minutes before he yelled out in pure terror.

“What? What?!” You exclaimed, jumping up from your place in bed as Synth was just freaking out. You were just about to doze off when he had begun to do so, and you were sure he didn’t have a nightmare because he hadn’t even fallen asleep… or closed his eyes for that matter. You could see the purple glow of his eyes through your shut ones. Though Synth didn’t seem too keen on answering you straightly, as he just blubbered out, “What what? What who? What where? And sometimes-” “Synth.” But you cut him off, cupping his cheeks to make him look at you. To which he drew back a little, his eyes widening in shock for a split second before he became a ball of nerves. He laughed, nervous laughter. And you seemed to realize instantly what was happening with how frequently his eyes darted around the room, trying to look for something. You didn’t know he was afraid of the dark! “Synth you should have told me.” You would mumble before scrambling to turn on your bedside lamp, much to Synth’s relief.

From that day on you had a nightlight in your room for Synth.

@!; Synth gave you a rave name the first 3 hours he knew you and now that’s the only thing he decides to call you. You weren’t sure why he did so and when you asked Trollex or Laguna they just said that’s how he is. Trollex even shrugged. You’re stuck with it, so get used to it because he means that rave name with the up most endearment!! <3

@!; He’s a little hard in the head. Didn’t know you liked him until you told him out right and even then he didn’t understand and said he liked you too. You gave up and Trollex had to explain to him what you meant, to which he paused and shouted to you as you walked away, “I LOVE YOU!” To which Trollex stared at him with the most bewildered look and you got absolutely terrified.

@!; Has taken you water surfing and urchin acupuncturing if you’re cool with it! And if you need he’s here to hold your hand and help you through it. Has also shot water at you with his water powers. Was his hands in the shape of little guns? Yes. did he also say “pew pew” as well? Yes. Did you then also purchase a water gun to be able to do it back? Yup. And was Synth so shocked the first time he got pew-pew’ed with water back? Mhmm. But then did it dissolve into a huge water fight anytime you guys pew-pew’ed each other with water? Of course!

@!; Other than being scared of the water and being an avid raver, Synth sometimes struggles with self esteem issues; mostly, he fears that he’ll let people down and disappoint them. Which, when you first heard him explain, you were shocked to hear! You always thought Synth didn’t really care what other people thought of him, despite caring about people and their well being. You don’t know why you thought that way, but you just did.

“So that’s why I’ve been acting so off the past few days, yo.” Synth explained to you the whole fiasco about his cheerleading side-gig, which he did more for fun than anything else. Though Synth expected a slightly more emotional reaction out of you than other trolls, he didn’t expect to see you almost crying. “Yo, are you crying?!” “No! No, I’m fine!” Yet you only sniffled. “Bro… don’t cry because then I’ll cry!”

You and Synth connected on a deeper level that day, as you explained you also tended to feel that way around people. You both decided to make a pinkie-promise to be able to tell each other anything since that day. @!; I love Synth so much, 10/10 lover. 

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[wincore]

indelicate | liu yangyang

pairing: yangyang x fem!reader

synopsis: missing the last train out of new shanghai was not on the to-do list. however, your project partner liu yangyang promises fun, dazzling lights, and the warmth of a human connection for this festive weekend. perhaps even in the era of diamond and steel, the human touch means something after all.

genre: oriental cyberpunk, f2l, fluff

warning(s): swearing & several innuendos. also out-of-date jokes sorry guys i wrote this in 2021

words: 11.9k

a/n: this is just a rework of an old fic i posted here with another character! if you find any inconsistencies, it's probably because of that LOL also this is not a wincore revival but i did miss everyone on here !!

i. city plaza

Some idiot, somewhere along in history, decided to renovate a city into something so dazzling that the population shoots up to a hundred and fifty percent of what was before, and the rest of the damage comes along with the people. Promises are made and broken to build this city of extravagance. You have the belief that the more people there are in one place, the more difficult it gets to live there. This dazzling hellscape means colliding into too many people on the streets, too many bright lights outside your dorm room when you’re trying to sleep and the god awful sound of deafening firecrackers at every new year celebration.

Another idiot somehow roped you into his ‘midnight adventure: traditional version’ once he heard you missed the last train ticket out of the city. Liu Yangyang has a terrible way with words—but he has a way.

You were, by some unfortunate gamble of the gods, partners for a project that accounted for sixty percent of the grade. While that affair is over, you still haven't rid yourself of the predicament that is Yangyang. Gorgeous, yes, but too overwhelming. You smack your head against the car window only for him to jump in his seat beside you, hand gently driving over your forehead to check for damage. The neon city lays around you, and festive light projections float across the sky in intricate shapes of the ox and written messages. This is going nowhere. You came to this city sacrificing everything and yet suddenly, everything’s hanging on a string again.

The city lights of New Shanghai are cruel. Everything in this place is cruel.

Which is exactly why you’re in Yangyang’s car, parked by the middle level city plaza on New Year’s Eve. It is, in fact, illegal to hover by the city plaza on New Year’s Eve but Yangyang seems to either not care or simply doesn’t know. You forget the law doesn’t exist for rich kids. Out of all man-made wonders, rules are the most interesting. 

“Shall we go?” he asks, voice bubbly as ever. Every morning, he chirps like the alarm birds outside your window. Yes, it has made you want to sleep forever at times.

“It’s just one night. And I’ll be with you, so you don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid,” you snap. 

“Not afraid of the dark either?”

You pull your jacket closer to you. Here, the cold streets of the techno-jungle make you shiver more often than not. If you dare go out without friends, a city so grand will inevitably drain the life out of you. Your body alone cannot withstand the dazzle. And—you can’t be afraid of the dark after you’ve complained about the lights.

You look at Yangyang and back to the cityscape outside—large conglomerative blocks of buildings, some hosting advertisements with the faces of inhumanly beautiful models and some with the ‘Happy New Year!’ text animation floating about in increasingly complex patterns. You see the revolving top of one of the grandest skyscrapers, a Dior hotel, not the tallest but certainly the most pleasing to look at. It gleams from red to orange like the pulsating heart of a giant metropolitan beast. There are more funky buildings to look at, some not even the shape of austere corporate skyscrapers.

“Do you wanna go there?” Yangyang asks all of a sudden. “I heard the lounge is closed off from eleven. I can call some friends and we can book a room though—”

“No. No way. I’m not going to spend new year’s eve in a Dior suite.”

He grins. “Thank god. It’s so boring there. Only models and businessmen and whatever freak shit they do.”

You sigh. Liu Yangyang is a whole story in itself. He’s rich and popular—a dream of many—but so few are as welcoming as he is. When you’re in that position, you’re bound to have a little metal seep into your heart. Some hidden part of you, however, tells you to loosen up when you’re with him; just let it go and have a good time. There’s no reason why you shouldn't. The economy is on a steep incline, the people are happy and no other city compares to this place. You could learn a thing or two from Yangyang.

He looks at you questioningly, eyes waiting and the curve of his lips still. You notice his platinum blond hair is more styled than usual, you can almost smell the gel on it, and for a moment, you wish you looked as good as he does. A dark leather jacket accentuates his shoulders, the plain T-shirt underneath not of the flashy type. He looks like he’s ready for club-hopping and you, anything but. If you knew earlier that you’d be by the Strip around midnight on New Year’s, you'd have dressed better. 

“If you stay any longer in my car, people are going to assume we’re…y’know,” he states, quirking his eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal, though. Like, who thought fu—”

You were wrong. There is absolutely nothing to learn from Liu Yangyang. 

“I would get out of this car immediately and fall to my death before I let that happen,” you retort, crossing your arms.

“No, hey. What an inauspicious sentence. Besides, and I’m not bragging but you should know I’m really good at using my assets—”

“Don’t say a word.”

The heat of embarrassment flows into your cheeks at his implication. You look out the window, weighing out the pros and cons. The scenery is so bright that sometimes it hurts to look outside. It’s not midnight yet but the main streets are already getting crowded for the processions; the sound of laughter and conversation ring in the air. It makes you somewhat sad to not be home for this. But as they say, living in a big city can only be done if you sell your soul to it.

You’re directly above the level one city plaza, the people below looking unsettling in the way they’re so small and far away—they don’t even seem human at this distance. You wonder if you look like that to the people above this, to the level three elites who sit on top of the whole city..

You look back to your companion, who’s transfixed on the bakery across the road—either that, or just really, really zoned out. Knowing Yangyang, it could be either. When you tilt your head, waiting, you find that he has pretty features—a shaped nose and round, curious eyes, all in perfect alignment with plump, pink lips. His metallic ring earrings shine when the light hits them right. No wonder you get girls asking how close the two of you are often. Even in a world pushing manufactured love, boys like him make others daydream. You wonder why you’re the one he loves to drag in with him.

Yangyang flinches when he finds you staring at him. You clear your throat, looking away and hoping you can sweep this under the rug.

“Are you- are you by any chance mad at me?” he asks, a nervous smile awkwardly tugging at his lips.

“I- what? No. I’m not mad at you.”

“You look like my mother when I don’t clean my room. Or Ten's cats when I try to kiss them.”

A tiny laugh escapes you before you get back your poised demeanor. “I’m- I’m not mad at you.”

He smiles at you wordlessly and you feel a little conscious. You glance outside when the plaza music starts to get loud and look back at him, debating whether you should just give in.

“So… you’ll let me brighten your life now?” he asks in his regular baritone, grinning wider. “The semester’s over and it’s festival time! I bring good luck, I promise.”

Liu Yangyang is not a happy serendipity. He simply cannot be. However, he does make you laugh more often than you’d admit.

“Whatever. Go ahead. I just don’t want to be hungover on a Friday.”

“You don’t- you don’t have to drink to have a good time.” He laughs. “I would know. I’m sort of a lightweight. I don’t know why I told you that. I’m supposed to be cool.”

You giggle, taking a moment to think.

“Fine then. Show me your magical access key to our beloved Mobius Strip, the mightiest, grandest structure in all of New Shanghai.”

“Well, if you put it that way… I am pretty cool, huh?”

His smile is too harmless for you to roll your eyes. He’s too gentle, you realize all of sudden, to be as awful as all the uni frat boys you’ve had the misfortune of talking to. You watch him as he drives; his arm moves with ease and he tries to make conversation but you can only hum and respond in singular words. The closer you are to the Strip the more nervous you get. It’s like visiting all those dark places that your mother explicitly warned you not to visit as a teenager—but you’re an adult now. No one owns you. No one should be able to own you. The determination builds up slowly over neon lights and hazy street shops.

Nights here are the fun part. Everyone says that. Other than the fact that you can barely make out the colour of the sky under the vivid city lights, there’s something very enticing about the streets, the upper streets that wind around the city.

Yangyang drives the car to a level three street, the behemoth structure of the Strip now so close that all you can see beyond your window are its placid, white walls stretching out to infinity. You can see little gardens and shops, peeking out from between each strip and one of the shopkeepers wave at you the moment you pass. Yangyang says something along the lines of “thanks for the free noodles” to the woman, before gliding higher. 

“Grandma makes the best glass noodles here,” he says, excitedly. “I’ll take you sometime. If you like.”

You hum, noting the joy he expresses at the idea of something so simple. 

Level three streets are already thousand and a half feet above the ground. You try not to look down; heights aren’t something you’re very fond of even if you love the sky. You note construction work for street levels four and five, shivering at the idea. The winds of change are fucking cold.

Yangyang swerves the car off-road at one point and you clutch his arm by reflex.

“What the fuck? Don’t do that without warning me,” you say, breathing quicker. You do not do well with: sudden movement, jumpscares and boys with pretty smiles.

“Sorry,” he says, looking at you with concern. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You let go of his arm, more embarrassed at yourself than mad at him. Driving the car closer to the Strip, he brakes carefully by the parking lot. The walls are covered in red wallpaper, a few lanterns attached to drones, floating along the path inside. It looks like a rooftop parking lot, though the mysterious dim lighting makes you walk closer to Yangyang.

“I heard this is gonna be a really cool event—they’ve got the latest AI tech hosting and crap but let me tell you the best part.”

He pauses for dramatic effect. 

“The food!” He says, spreading his arms and grinning. “The food at private events is the best thing you’ll ever taste.”

You open your mouth but close it again in part horror, part confusion. “You’re… taking me to a private event?”

“Ah, don’t look like that. It’s really fun, promise.”

“I’m not even dressed for it,” you blurt, embarrassed.

Yangyang shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. It’s for rich kids, you know? If I’m being honest, none of them know how to dress.”

His confident statement gets a giggle out of you and you relax a little. You walk with him, further into the square platform and away from the cars. The sky disappears behind the dark roof and for a moment, you feel like you’ve entered a different dimension. It’s like the architecture models that your professors had on display for the Shanghai History class in your freshman year. Old stuff, that is. Before this place even had the first skyscraper.

You turn to your side and narrow your eyes at Yangyang, suddenly wondering how he finagled his way into bringing you here. Your iron-clad will is not so much iron after all. It’s not even steel, you think, once you catch yourself staring at Yangyang a bit too long.

You step forward to find the entrance to the club; it’s a little lonely to look at in the beginning. Then it clicks that it’s probably the back door. The red pillars encase a black door between them, the overhang of the gateway just a little above Yangyang’s head. You can see the hip-and-gable style roof of the larger building behind, looking like a skyscraper instead of the usual historical buildings you’ve seen on the internet. In glowing red letters, it displays a blinking ‘Club 2’ near the top of the door.

The moment you step on the stairs, a bunch of advertisements pop up on the door, bright bubblegum colours hurting your eyes. Yangyang taps at the little x at the corner of the display till it disappears and finally the door is a regular door. The colour is jet black like any other screening platform. 

“I thought the rich were exempted from ads,” you say.

“They’re… more likely to buy things though.”

You make an ‘ah’ sound in contemplation when a whirring makes you jump into him. A little spherical drone flies its way out of an opening in the wall and stops right in front of the two of you. 

“Sicheng-ge!” Yangyang says, waving frantically at the camera.

The little drone circles around Yangyang’s head before stopping right in front of his face. It runs a scan before turning sharply and beeping at you. 

“My plus one!” Yangyang declares, pulling you by the waist. “Or whatever it’s called.”

Your ears feel warm but you don’t push him off. The camera focuses on your face, likely scanning to identify your age and occupation. When it’s done, a beep resounds and the door slides open to reveal a dimly lit pathway. The main entrance is much brighter, Yangyang promises, but for now it’s just the warm glow of the lanterns, Yangyang’s neon red striped jacket and the mechanical whirring of some sort of device in the darkness.

“What’s that sound?” you whisper and Yangyang stops. 

He pauses to think. “Oh, they’re Sicheng-ge’s drones. He’s got like a million of them. I'll introduce you—he’s hosting this club event, by the way.”

He smiles at you reassuringly. If Yangyang’s not bothered by it, you’ll follow his lead. Though, you do take more nimble steps and stay close to him like he’s your lighthouse. (In a way, he is, with all that neon shining on his jacket.)

You’re surprised to find a garden, but then it gets stranger when you see brighter lanterns in the middle area. You see figures and before you can react, Yangyang takes your hand and into the central platform.

ii. orchid club square

Yangyang was right. None of them know how to dress.

The two of you stand in the middle of a crowd, who are in fact dressed either for: a) an impromptu pool party or b) a Sunday morning lecture. You blend in somewhat well given the variety though Yangyang’s painted looks have attracted the attention of quite a few giggling, murmuring onlookers.

You clench your jaw in mild annoyance. 

“This is a tour,” Yangyang whispers to you. “I thought… you’d like to know what everything’s about.”

You feel grateful to him for once. Having some sort of knowledge about what you’re getting into makes you feel better about any situation. A set of mechanical clicking fills the air.

A woman—no, an AI bot is the first to greet you. She has pale white metallic skin and her dark strands of hair are in a traditional updo. Her lips are imperial red, shaped in a way that makes her seem as though she’s smiling but also not at the very same time. She holds an extravagant fan by her face at the perfect right angle, the patterns on it painted to imitate an ancient cherry blossom tree. 

“Good evening, everyone,” she says, her voice pitched up and enthusiastic. It’s a little funny to imagine metal so lively.

You smell oranges and lavender as soon as she flicks her fan once and precise. 

“Welcome to the New Shanghai nightlife!” The bot continues jovially. “The oldest surviving city on planet earth, the birthplace of the human race.”

“You are in virtual space,” she informs. “It might look like a courtyard stretching to infinity but it is only an illusion. However, the club is five hundred and sixty one metres wide and six hundred and twelve metres long. It is large enough to hold twenty-one blue whales in a line. That is, if they still existed of course.”

She giggles algorithmically.

“Where you stand right now,” she says, turning her head in a swift mechanical motion to you and you flinch. “This place is called the orchid club square. As you know, only VIP access lets you in.”

You glance at Yangyang worriedly and he shrugs. There’s no way she could know, right? That was oddly specific. But then she moves her head left to right to address the whole crowd in perfect grace. When her movement starts to get a little too eerie to watch any longer, you fix your eyes on the garden instead. You have no way of telling part real flowers from virtual ones and even so—all of them are beautiful. Maybe reality doesn’t make things any prettier.

However, when you look at Yangyang, the thought gets tossed out. You shake your head, in an attempt to get rid of the image of his face. It’s a little too late to be feeling this way. Either that, or the night is taking its toll on you already. The day was exhausting, considering it was the end of the semester.

The AI guide’s chatter fades into something quieter when you move the club square. It’s a rather empty space, fitting for a rave or just housing large crowds. The decorations are for the new year celebrations, banners of the ox in auspicious colours and a few drones projecting the rest. There’s a garden of evermore orchids lining the area in a perfect square and it’s so precise that it’s pleasing to look at. There’s a door at one edge, similar to the one you encountered before entering the club square.

The music that wafts through the air is so gentle, you almost forget there’s a celebration. The beat makes it livelier and even so, the rhythm of your heartbeat matches it in a soothing sort of way. Turning around, you spot the musical ensemble. It’s another AI, peering over a guqin with trained habit.

She looks the same, except she wears an electronic mask over the lower half of her face. It displays a blue musical note made up of noticeable pixels. She has no fan—instead, her fingers strum the guqin rhythmically, programmed with precision and grace. The sound is accompanied by the woodwind notes of a flute, though you’re not sure where that sound emanates from. There’s also a soft drumbeat which seems to come from the guqin bot herself.

You gasp when a few painted goldfish float through the air, almost real to look at if it weren’t for the glitch effect of holograms. One of them swims closer to you, opening and closing its mouth in rhythm and you giggle at its face.

Yangyang laughs, long finger pointing at the critter in amusement. “That’s adorable.”

He looks like a little kid and you giggle at his expression, with wide, delighted eyes and mouth open in focused mirth. He pokes at the goldfish and it makes a bubbling sound, gears shifting in ticking time before suddenly biting at his index finger. Yangyang lets out a low yelp, retracting his hand before clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“You’re like a cartoon,” you tell him, in between laughs. “No way are you real.”

He grins, in that same way he always looks at you and you look away, feeling hot in the face. It’s too enamored a way to look at someone. But of course, that couldn’t be true—he’s Liu Yangyang and you’re you. Parallel lines do not meet, even if they’re headed in the same direction.

“I think you’re unreal,” he mumbles.

iii. club 2

The doors open to a rather spacious arrangement, with several tables one one side and a sort of dance arena on the other where people are trying to out-dance each other. The intensity makes you move further away from it. It seems a little too festive and you can feel the energy slinking away from you. The music is more upbeat but you suppose the DJ tried to make it sound more eastern; the result is pleasing. He wears a smooth black helmet with a neon red beat visualizer on it, with written SFX appearing from time to time. Two pulsing golden horns glow at the sides of his head. You stare at it for longer than you’d like before composing yourself. You’re very impressionable when it comes to parties. 

There are two floors to the club, above the bottom floor itself. The other two floors mostly seem to consist of private booths, however, covered with gossamer silk that glow iridescent. A few floating lanterns sway by the upper floors. The ceiling is open to a midnight blue sky and the stars look much larger than you’ve ever seen them—you suspect it’s an AR mesh over the ceiling. A few light shows project little dancing dragons and coins over the sky and you find them too cute to not stare at.

“Wow,” Yangyang says, right after walking in. “Why is Dejun on the table?”

You look where his eyes are focused on, though it’s difficult through the crowd of people, and find Dejun and Kunhang in some sort of old anime transformation pose atop one of the tables. It’s surprising that they’re not the weirdest pair here. 

“Now, bear with me, it’s going to be boring as hell till the countdown and the fireworks,” he explains, waving his hands around. “But it’s a good place to have fun and make friends. You know?”

“Friends?” you ask, a little nervous. You’re not very proficient at making friends and it makes you anxious.

“Yeah! Don’t worry. ” He makes a strange gesture, bordering between posing for a beer ad campaign and looking like a motivational speaker for the army, before furrowing his eyebrows. “You just have to be confident! I’m learning too!”

He lets out a sweet laugh and it makes you laugh in turn, hand covering your mouth so you don’t embarrass yourself too much. You don’t believe the words much, but the glow over his cheeks makes you reconsider.

“You look really nice when you laugh,” he comments, a bright glint in his eyes.

“Whatever,” you reply, punching his shoulder lightly.

Just then, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder to find Lana from your ethical AI class, smiling at you warmly. She looks a little tired, of people more than the time. Like you, she is also a scholarship student—and not a day has gone when she hasn’t soothed your anxiety about your classes. In stark contrast with Yangyang, you would trust her over him for most tasks. Even if you weren’t partners, you’re okay with the outcome. You glance at Yangyang.

“(name)! Oh my god, I didn’t know you were coming here,” she says. “Did Yangyang kidnap you?” 

“I mean, sort of.”

“Hey.” Yangyang looks at you with betrayal.

“And how did you even manage to do that cool ass project with him as your partner?” she continues, squinting at him.

“Honestly, I don’t know either. He can be surprisingly helpful though.”

Yangyang looks from Lana to you in exasperation. “I’m literally right here,” he grumbles. 

Lana laughs at his expression, patting his shoulder sympathetically. 

“I just can’t believe you let him kidnap you and not me,” she says in mock indignance. “I’m a much better chauffeur, you know?”

“Do you even have a driving license?” Yangyang asks, laughing.

“I got mine before you, rat. Anyway, (name), I’m playing the guzheng. Do you wanna come see?”

“No,” Yangyang interrupts, suddenly grabbing your hand. “I… I mean you guys can go, of course. It's just the countdown’s close, so we have to go to the viewpoint.”

“That’s exactly where—ah. I see.”

"We'll join you another time, Lana," he says quietly, a cute grin on his face like a little boy would make to an older sister for more shares of chocolate. 

"No, no. I actually remembered I left my friends in the corner. See you!"

She leaves her epiphany unsaid, offering you a smile and taking her leave abruptly.

“I thought you told me to socialize,” you complain to Yangyang. 

“Yes, I’m so proud of you for that.”

“Yangyang, I swear if you treat me like a kid—”

“I’m not, I’m not. Sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head. “I just need to borrow you for tonight. After all, I promised you, didn’t I?”

You sigh. “Fine then, what’s this viewpoint you’re talking about?”

“Oh, we’ll get there.”

Someone’s watching you. You turn around a full three-sixty but find only the same crowd of college-age kids. No one sticks out much, apart from Dejun, Kunhang and Ten, who are at this point performing some sort of strange ritual unbeknownst to any new year tradition, with a hell load of yelling.

“Oh my god, you’re dancing too?” Yangyang says, grinning ear to ear. “I didn’t know I’d have that much of a positive influence. Wow.”

“I’m- I’m not- never mind.”

Yangyang furrows his eyebrows. “What did I tell you? More confidence! See—”

He takes your hands in his, pulling you further onto the dance floor. You feel a rising panic but swallow it. There’s a beat of silence in which the two of you look at each other. Yangyang proceeds to perform the stupidest sequence of movements you have ever seen, certainly too awkward for his body to accept as natural but it doesn’t seem like he cares. He’s having fun.

You find yourself laughing. Taking timid steps, you try to loosen up although the inevitable embarrassment arrives in flushes of heat across your face. There are stars in Yangyang’s eyes when you join him—not the artificial jewels in observatories but the real kind that you used to see in your hometown.

You take a wobbly step back. It’s starting to get disorienting. If it were the real sky above you, you might even have felt better. Perhaps the purpose is to get dizzy.

“I’m a little thirsty,” Yangyang says, motioning to the table with food and drinks at a corner. “I’ll head over and be back.”

Unsure what to do, you follow him like a lost lamb and though it would be embarrassing at any other time, any other place, now and here are not part of that.

The red and golden lights of the neon patterning the walls don’t seem as harsh anymore and you let your eyes rest on the boyish figure of Yangyang. You haven’t figured him out yet. Something tells you he’s more than a shallow image of the party-loving rich kids of Shanghai. In fact, in quiet, personal moments, he looks more out of place than you do—despite all that bright neon. You open your mouth to ask something when you’re interrupted by a dizzy Yangyang spinning into you. 

“Sorry, (name),” he says, rubbing the base of his palm against his forehead. “I genuinely thought I was going to win that game.”

You shake your head, letting him get back to whatever spinning game they were at. He smells like wine and something tells you he’s poor at holding his liquor. The stakes must be high for that game, you figure, because you see Yangyang set aside his beloved shoe on the floor. To be the only scholarship student here suddenly feels scary and awkward.

Yangyang once again tugs at your arm, the touch reassuring as though he understands how you feel. But it isn’t true. There’s no way someone like him can understand someone like you.

“Yangyang,” you call. “Do you come here every year?”

“No, no. I do come for drinks though. I’m only here right now because a friend is hosting this.”

You shrug.

“And you,” he adds and you feel a hot flush rise to your face. “New years are the only time this place is PG-13.”

“I’m not a child,” you snap.

“My mom says childish people say that.”

“Then it's very rich coming from you, Liu Yangyang.”

He laughs heartily, leaning away. A creeping thought grows in your head that you missed out on a lot. But then again, you’ll always miss out on things if you’re not rich enough for them.

Yangyang flinches suddenly, almost knocking a plate off the table. He moves quickly, turning so that his side leans against the wall and the other arm cages you between him and the wall. His frame covers your view from whatever, or whoever arrived at the entrance that made him react so obnoxiously.

However, his lips hovering just a little over yours makes your breath hitch in your throat. This is the worst possible position you could've gotten into. The smell of mint interrupts your thoughts and you look at him with as annoyed an expression as you can muster over the heat of your face.

"Yangyang, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

“I am… admiring the wall. Ooh, it’s got velvet over it, did you notice?”

 “You’re going to have your head in it too if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

"Just… sorry. Let’s stay like this for a few moments."

He flashes you an apologetic smile, his face close enough to make yours grow even hotter. A nervous chuckle erupts from his lips. 

"Oh my god, get off. People are going to think we’re making out."

"We could do it for real." 

"I'm going to scratch your eyes out."

"Sorry, sorry."

“Who are you even hiding from?”

“I’m not hiding… okay, forget that. Bodyguard-watcher-dude. It’s kind of hard to explain.”

“You have a bodyguard?”

“More like a babysitter.”

You try not to laugh, considering the proximity between your faces. “How come you have a babysitter? Actually, wait, I think I know.”

He huffs over your face and you restrain yourself from landing a swift uppercut to his jaw. Now you know the minty smell comes from mouth freshener.

“He’s a prosecutor. It’s weird that he stalks me in his free time. Even- even if… my parents are paying him.”

“They think you’re doing something illegal?”

“No. I don’t think I am.”

You rest your head back against the wall, rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s your answer? God, your brain cells rotted somewhere along the way, didn’t they? It’s all those parties.”

“I’m starting to feel like my mom hired you too.”

He looks back, and noting the absence of his so-called babysitter, he pulls back from you. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath and you let it out in a shallow effort.

“Your babysitter’s gone?”

“Not a babysit—I regret saying that. Look, I really don’t think they appointed him because they think I’m doing something illegal. I have never done anything illegal. Except that one street race but that’s because Lucas told me it was perfectly legal.”

“The what?”

“Anyway, the point is, let’s look forward to good fortune for this year, hm? Leave all the burdens to last year.”

“Fortune doesn’t favour fools.”

“I’m not stupid,” he complains, spreading his arms to express it further. “Mostly.”

 You laugh, turning your attention to  the food table.

“Ooh, pineapple tarts,” he exclaims, hand reaching out to grab one when you smack it.

“You’ve had, like, fifteen already.”

“Mhm,” he says, with a few more stuffed in his mouth.

There’s a pause.

“It’s me, isn't it?” you ask quietly. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He gulps, lips parting and closing. “I brought you here. So you don’t worry about it.”

Rich people suck. You believe that strongly. But sometimes, just sometimes, when you have everything you can ever want, you start to want the same for everyone around you. Some people are special. You find Yangyang genuinely fascinating for being someone who makes friends when he’s supposed to be making more connections. You find him fascinating. 

It makes sense for someone like him to be the way he is.

iv. fireworks viewpoint

“That’s the old Shanghai Tower,” Yangyang points to a building in the distance. “It used to be the tallest building once but… well, it looks like the little guy now.”

Lunar New Year’s celebrations are a big, big deal in New Shanghai. It means a break from university, work and every other affair to have as many priorities sorted in anticipation of the new year. And the impact is evident from this height, when you can see the city in its golden glory. It looks warm out there for once—although you’re not very sure if it’s because of the warmth that comes from right beside you. The little wooden boats float by on the river a little far off, various images blooming as holograms above them. You giggle at the large animated fishes swimming above the river with blank expressions and painted button eyes. 

The golden clock shines bright in the sky, its holographic hands ticking down to midnight. It looks like something out of a fantasy movie, scattering golden pixels everywhere with each minute passing. The size of it alone reminds you of the scale of this city.

This is an empire. It's owned by the kings and queens who built it over the bones left from sacrifices. It's going to be owned by heirs and heiresses. You feel a looming sense of dread come over you. It's so beautiful and it can never belong to itself. It must always belong to someone. It’s the terms and conditions of human creation.

"Hey." Yangyang taps you on the shoulder and you try not to flinch. "What are you thinking?"

You hum. "Stuff."

"This place is pretty cool, huh?"

That, you can agree with. "It is. It's so amazing that I can't believe I'm here sometimes."

Yangyang laughs slowly. "I hope more people can live here. Not in level one. You know. No one should live in desperation."

You hold back a scoff, though you end up frowning. What does a rich kid know of desperation? He might as well be prince, and princes do not know how to beg. It must be something of a saviour complex. You shrink away from him. The new year music is starting to ring a little too loud in your ears.

"That would be difficult," you mutter.

"Not if you lower the cost of living conditions—ah. Sorry." He pauses and you feel a flicker of surprise in you. “It’s not appropriate to discuss. Or so my parents tell me…”

The expression comes from empathy. You’re sure of it. There’s some sort of passion and not the kind of coloured fire that flames up in parties, but a different one. The kind that says, if you can’t bear the heat then you can’t learn how to forge. You scoff. Which prince has possibly known heat?

“I- I get angry too,” you say quietly. “I think it’s something to be angry about.”

He smiles at you, leaning against the balcony railing. 

You’re interrupted by a man in the attire of a waiter and it causes the two of you to jump away from each other. It’s not like you were very close in the first place but the proximity of shared words can play tricks on people. The man offers the two of you a screen and Yangyang’s face lights up almost immediately.

“We can order food with this,” he says. “Or book a table. The top strips are all reserved for members of the club. That’s the big daddy restaurants.”

“That’s… pretty cool,” you say, leaning in to glance over the browsing menu. “But don’t say that phrase to me again.”

“I can. And I will.”

“Ugh. Move on.”

“Okay, so we should drop by the convenience store for some ramen. I heard they taste better in the middle of the night,” Yangyang suggests all of a sudden, leaning in further.

It gets difficult sometimes to not be bothered by him, especially when there is a lack of distance. You look at him, pause and then sigh. “Sure. I guess. Are those free too?”

He opens his mouth in sudden realization and grins sheepishly at you. You roll your eyes.

“Do you have money then?”

“Uh.”

“How do you not have money? It’s the New Year!”

“I… uh—”

“Okay, you don’t have to answer that. But I’m not paying for you,” you complain. “You could always ask your parents for some money. What’s the point of being a party kid?”

‘Party kids’—it makes you laugh in amusement—is the colloquial term given to the children of businesspeople who had a direct hand in the economic progress of New Shanghai. You would sell your kidneys to be one and it still wouldn’t be enough.

His smile wavers at your statement but he shakes his head. “If I call my mom, she’ll start scolding me again about how my apartment room needs to be cleaner. Blah, blah, blah. You know.”

“She’s right- wait, you don’t clean your room?”

“Don’t take her side, (name).” 

You bite down a smile and he offers you his biggest one. 

“Oh, that place looks new,” Yangyang exclaims, a long index finger pointing to the preview of a sushi restaurant. You glare at him, his face nearer to yours than you would prefer but his eyes are fixed like a child ogling halloween candy.

“Let’s go,” he urges, looking directly at you. 

You furrow your eyebrows, shaking your head vehemently. “We don’t have money. Or bit-credits.”

He sighs, deflating as though you just snatched the candy right from his hands. “But… I haven’t been there before.”

“So?” You exhale, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You don’t have to try every food place in the city.”

“I need to eat,” he says as though it’s a very reasonable response. “I’m still growing!”

“Not mentally.”

He drops his smile, looking at you blankly. “You don’t have to get so smart with me, let me tell you.”

You snicker at the ‘offended’ expression on his face.

In the next moment, your attention shifts to the sudden crowd of people rushing to the balcony. Yangyang pulls you closer to avoid getting pushed by them, and you look around confused. It all makes sense when they start chanting the numbers, counting down from ten. You can only stare in awe at the clock and the otherworldly glee in the rhythmic chants. It’s like they don’t feel anything but joy at this moment. You let yourself smile.

The clock strikes twelve. The sound of the bell resounds throughout the city and the firecrackers burst into a thousand shades of red and gold across the sky. There’s moving images of animals, floating text and other animations which make the night sky seem like a screen. The sparks of the fireworks look like golden snow, or even happy little pixels.

You point your finger to the sky excitedly but when you turn, Yangyang’s eyes aren’t on the sky but on your hand outstretched towards it. He faces you, rather hesitantly as though caught red-handed.

“You’re- you’re… so pretty,” he says, softly and shrugging as if answering a question.

You wish he wouldn’t look at you like that. It’s the lonely speaking, right? The euphoria of human connection in this time and age—it can make you believe anything. There’s a myriad of colours blooming in the sky behind you, a city dazzling with diamond and ruby lights, people with much more stories to tell than you do. This city, this city, this city. This city will break your heart. 

“It’s kind of crappy,” you mutter, to which Yangyang quirks an ear.

“Wh-what is?”

“This city. It’s got bright lights and fun and all those promises of success. But all I see are people desperately trying to survive. All I see are the same faces at the top and—I’m sorry. I’m getting carried away.”

“No, no.” He makes a vague gesture. “I’m listening.”

“We’re at their mercy,” you whisper. “My life is not my own. That’s crappy.”

Yangyang hums in response. “You're right. What’s the point of living a life that’s not your own?”

Looking at him again, you see the entire figure of his being against the fireworks and all the beautiful creations of the human race. His almost silver hair falls perfectly by his forehead, the contact lenses looking like glazed frost over his eyes. Just as vibrant and excessive as the city itself, Yangyang belongs here. This is his kingdom. 

No, that’s not quite right perhaps. Yangyang belongs anywhere because he brings warmth. You're suddenly grateful he's with you because no one you know would possibly go out of their way to make you feel comfortable like this. You know Yangyang loves people and crowds. No one would do that for you at the expense of their own enjoyment. You smile at the prospect of solving the blinding mystery that he is.

"We… should leave," Yangyang says, all of a sudden. He eyes a man at the corner of the balcony, dressed in a business suit and looking blank. He sticks out like a sore thumb. You're not sure why he's in that getup.

"Okay," you say, not sure why you're so agreeable tonight.

Maybe it's the night. Sometimes all you can do is drag your feet over the asphalt and hope it'll be sunnier tomorrow.

v. two-four-seven convenience store

College boys are the most god-awful creatures on earth.

“Hey, do you always reach class on time?” Yangyang asks, eyes curious. He keeps asking a question every five minutes or so, trying to keep up conversation. You've already told him he doesn't have to. However, it makes you strangely comfortable to hear the sound of his voice periodically. You won't tell him that.

You nod, returning your gaze to the window, though the advertisements block your view. You can always try skipping the ad every five goddamn seconds. 

It's your first time riding the train that travels through the Mobius Strip, and certainly the first time in a luxury cabin. Since it’s free for members of the new year club, you can heave a sigh of relief. You will never in your life, even if it’s genetically elongated, ever be able to afford a luxury cabin.

"Oh, that looks so good," Yangyang says, large hand smacking against the window to get rid of the colourful advertisements. 

"It's a convenience store, Yangyang," you say. "It's got everyday ramen."

"No, look. It's a different brand. And they're giving a burger for free with two ramen cups!"

You furrow your eyebrows at him. "Well, I guess it's cheaper too."

"Oh, we can go to one of the upper restaurants too. They're free, remember?"

"I like convenience stores," you mumble. There's something about the lack of even lighting and crowds that made them a comfort spot for you.

“Quick,” he says, pulling you off the seat when the train stops.

“Yangyang!” you warn. He's so easily excitable that you find it hard to believe he's real sometimes.

However, when he turns around with his big puppy-dog eyes, you curse at yourself before you curse at him. Sighing, you follow him down the steps, his hand tenderly holding yours. Sometimes, you wonder if the human touch means anything at all in this diamond and steel era. Yangyang’s palm is warm against yours.

The ramen tastes awfully delicious on stolen time, and you would complain more if it weren’t for Yangyang looking at you with so serene a look. It annoys you and you try to grab his attention by waving your chopsticks in front of him. When it doesn’t work, you resort to swearing. You’ve never seen anyone respond with a smiling hum after being told to “eat shit”.

“Oh, this tastes so good,” he states, cheeks puffed with food. “I think I’m going to cry.”

“I- I think you’re crying because it’s spicy.”

“Oh.”

As usual, Yangyang pokes and prods at you with questions about your daily life, like you’re the most interesting thing in a city full of blinding lights, world-class robots and cyber-enhanced technology. You don’t understand how he doesn’t just grow tired of asking every single detail about you.

Apart from the fact that Liu Yangyang is most certainly an environmental hazard, some part of you cannot believe that he's truly terrible. There's something innocent about him, but all at once, something quiet and mysterious. 

“Why are you always so curious, Yangyang?” you ask finally. “Why are you always running off to different places?”

“Because experiences never come twice,” he answers after some thinking. It seems to be a little difficult for him to articulate, deep contemplation over his features when he continues. “This city… all the lights and clubs and arenas, all of it will be gone someday. Like we don’t have telephones or those big computers anymore.”

You rest your chin on your palm, leaning in.

“This moment, right here with you… I’ll never experience it again,” he tells you. “We can have more midnight convenience store ramen sometime later but… each time will be different. I’d rather live now.”

You smile softly. “That’s a funny thought to live by.”

“Yours isn’t any better,” he says, patting your head. “Also, I’m like hot and young and popular and not a cyborg—how can I miss parties?”

You shake your head, laughing. He’s ridiculous. He’s completely ridiculous. In that moment, when you look at him, Yangyang seems to be smiling in a daze, eyes on your face.

“You look nice when you smile,” he says quietly.

"Thanks," you respond. "I should keep it a secret then, huh?"

"Not from me," he says, smiling. 

Somehow, the extra minutes you have at the convenience store turn to a few multiplayer games and then, ditching technology, to an arm wrestling match.

"I feel like this game is kind of unfair," you say after losing almost immediately. He's clearly got stronger muscles. Does he work out? Probably against his will, you bet.

“My right arm’s a lot stronger than my left arm,” he says, before looking a little horrified. “That wasn’t a masturbation joke, by the way. I am so sorry.”

You roll your eyes. "Give me your left hand then- wait. You're right-handed?"

"That's not the- uh." He thinks for a moment, trying to gather words. “That’s not the reason.”

“I, uh, I heavily damaged this arm when I was a kid—don’t look like that, there’s a fun part to this. It’s made of titanium! And some other things. The names are too complicated.”

You drive your fingers over the arm, so warm and real and flushed red, anything but metal and code. You find curiosity blooming in you more than ever before.

“You know why I’m not with family,” you say, straightening. “But why aren’t you celebrating with your family?” 

He gets quiet, thinking to himself for a few more moments. You almost regret asking when he answers, a hesitant sound leaving him first.

“None of us, uh… none of our parents can spare more than three hours. They’ll come in the afternoon tomorr—today.”

You can’t exactly respond to that very well.

“So all of us go hang out at the New Year’s Club.”

You frown. "But it's not a celebration without family!"

"We have new year lunches. And… it's the future. Traditions die. Very few grieve them for fear of being stuck in the past."

You feel partly horrified and partly dismal. "I… You could come with me next year, if you like."

You're not sure where the offer comes from but Yangyang lights up at the idea.

"I can? Oh, we'll have so much fun!"

"Slow down. There's a year to go."

Yangyang laughs. It's surprising the way he turned out. He must have gotten tired of waiting by the door. And now you know all the things about him that his parents don’t.

You smile at him, warming up to the idea of you and him as friends before scoffing at it again.

Right in the next moment, Yangyang dips suddenly to the ground, crouching below the table. You look around in surprise and fall to your knees with a yelp at the tug on our wrist from Yangyang.

“What the hell?” you hiss. “You’re starting to act really weird.”

“I- Sorry. It’s an emergency,” he says, but there’s no sign of distress in his voice. He simply smiles at you. Perhaps he’s never heard of the emotion as of yet.

“Your babysitter?”

“I say that once and on accident—yes, it’s my babysitter.”

You chuckle. He’s simply too cute at times. 

“We have to be discreet now, okay? It’s like—what’s the movie called? Oh, Mission Impossible.”

“I’ve never seen that.”

“What? How can you not? It’s a classic! It’s got so many cool—ah, I’ll show you another time.”

You hum, staring at Yangyang’s facial features tense up and relax again as he scans the vicinity outside the window of the convenience store. It’s full of people, even at this hour so you can’t possibly know who’s looking at you from there.

Yangyang turns back to you. “Have you ever been to blue moon station?”

“The one with the pretty walls? No. No, I’ve never even gone beyond Strip Two.”

Yangyang smiles at you and right then, you feel like you’re about to resent whatever’s going to happen next. It’s in the ebb and flow of tonight’s itinerary, however, and you relax your shoulders just as he does a roll across the floor, looking back at you with a grin for executing it flawlessly. 

“You’re so silly,” you mutter. 

“I heard that,” he whisper-shouts back.

You’re not as afraid as before, you realize. The lights are absolutely mesmerizing.

vi. blue moon station

It drops a few degrees in temperature once you step foot onto the platform. You can see a bunch of scattered tourists, cameras hanging around their neck and a look of awe over their faces. 

Yangyang takes off his jacket, shivering immediately but offering it to you nonetheless. When you refuse, he places it gingerly over your shoulders.

"Is that a…?"

"A tourist bot, yes."

"Oh my god, it's so cute," you say, crouching by the little red robot, a teal-colored smiley face popping up on its monitor.

"A lot of tourists in this station," you note.

"Yeah. It's very… visually pleasing."

That's true. The walls are screens with three dimensional graphics, immersive enough to catch one's eye. A single tree grows through the middle of the station, evergreen and alive with holographic flora and fauna. The sun shines eternally over the tree. It's so beautiful that you had trouble taking your eyes off it at first.

The walls next to you are currently displaying a walk through a fantasy forest, crafted by a visionary artist, no doubt. A blue butterfly flies past you and you stare at it before zoning out.

Sometimes, the lights are too disorienting. You start to feel dizzy, massaging your forehead when Yangyang brushes the tips of his fingers against your shoulder.

“You good?”

Yangyang crouches beside you with watchful eyes.

You nod, turning your attention to the tourist bot. It displays a plethora of information about the architecture of this place which you're sure no tourist will bother to read beyond the first two lines. 

“You can make it do cool tricks too,” Yangyang says. “Watch.”

Yangyang pokes at it with his index finger, drawing a pattern over the screen. The bot proceeds to do an old internet dance, waving about its arms and hips. You laugh at it and Yangyang looks at you with the pride of a third grader with first place on their science project.

The colours on the walls change and you see the animation of a man and a fox, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to recall that image. They seem to be broadcasting fables through the holograms. You can’t deny that they’re pretty—glowing with auspicious colours and as animated as the real world itself. As if by compulsion, you hold Yangyang’s hand. It’s nice to feel the human touch real once in a while, especially in the overwhelming loneliness of city nights.

Yangyang looks at you brightly and right then, you feel less inclined to leave him.

“You know, I could teach you better ways to flirt than just grab my hand,” he says, grinning like an idiot.

“What?” 

You move your hand. “I’m not flirting.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he responds quickly. “Can I please have your hand back?”

You shake your head, laughing. He worries you. Some part of you says you shouldn’t be worried. It’s not like you’re close friends. (Friends, maybe. Close, not yet.)

The night has a different opinion.

—

“Found you,” a voice declares, and the two of you jump into each other with a scream.

The man in the suit looks at you with a fatigued look in his eyes, hair somehow still neat though he breathes like his lungs are on fire. 

“Care to tell me why you’ve been skipping my calls?” he asks after catching his breath. “It’s not like I wanted to follow you—you just needed to tell me.”

“I… I was busy?” Yangyang flashes a smile. “Kun-ge, I honestly had no idea you called. I don’t even have my phone.”

The man shakes his head. “Fine. Just head over to Jasmine for the night. And you can bring your date too.”

He gestures at you and you want to deny it as quick as you can. You do not, however. It’s almost like you’ve warmed up to the idea of it rather well.

“Okay,” Yangyang answers quietly. 

vii. jasmine private lounge

You enter a lounge with the capacity of around a hundred people. Despite that, there are hardly five present. The walls are black with neon jasmines pulsating from blue to red. A grand piano lies still in all its elegance in the middle of the lounge, played by a plain white AI. It feels like an expensive place to be, and more so, it feels like someplace you’re not supposed to step foot into. There's a bar table at one side, opposite to the entrance which glows a hypnotizing purple. A flat lettering on the wall declares the time to be 3 A.M.

You and Yangyang sit a little too close on the artificially warmed couch, waiting for Kun to return. Yangyang reassures you that you haven't done anything wrong but the illicit outing of yours certainly says otherwise. You contemplate tasting the cocktail Yangyang ordered before finally giving in and find it pleasantly warm to taste. You take another sip.

“It’s a little strong,” Yangyang warns. “Don’t have all of—you had all of it.”

You shrug. Your throat certainly feels better now. This lounge is fucking cold.

"You know, Yangyang," you say with the warmth of confidence on your face. "You're a really nice guy."

He smiles incredulously. "Thanks. You're really nice too."

"And you're pretty decent-looking—"

"I know that."

"—and also popular. So why are you always hanging around me?"

"Uh, that's your question?"

You nod. Placing your cheek against your palm, you try not to sink into the couch.

"Because you're really cool!" He answers before clearing his throat. "I mean. I think you're fun to be around. You make me see things clearer."

"And what exactly are you wanting to see clearer?'

"You."

You blink aside your astoundment, straightening. "What?"

Your question is left unanswered because a man enters and sits across the two of you, a loud huff of annoyance leaving his mouth. It's not just his disposition but the architecture of his face that grabs your attention. He looks like an AI robot so perfectly crafted with coloured lips and flawless skin that you end up staring till Yangyang elbows you.

“He’s not an AI,” Yangyang whispers.

You furrow your brows and notice it is, in fact, true that he's not an AI. There are no ridges over the joints or hollowness in the eyes. He wears the same frost-patterned smart lenses as Yangyang does. However, it doesn't change the fact that the man is beautiful to look at.

“I’m never hosting a new year party again,” he mutters, sinking into the couch.

“It actually sounds kind of fun,” Yangyang interjects. “I can’t wait for my turn.”

“I’m sorry. Good luck standing at Longhua temple for three hours till midnight just to make sure nothing goes wrong. Without dinner.”

Yangyang makes a face at that.

"That's Sicheng-ge," he says, turning to you. 

"Ah," you say in response, remembering the name vaguely. 

"He let us into Club 2," Yangyang says, noticing your lost expression.

"I think Kun's looking for you," Sicheng says, eyes trained at the back. 

His hands fidget with the dim blue buttons at the edge of the table, till a small compartment reveals itself under the glass. An old world-style cigarette is slowly pushed up and Sicheng picks it up. He offers the next one to Yangyang, who accepts it hesitantly. No one smokes tobacco anymore when nicotine is so readily available. Alas, human nature is to want things deadly and out of reach.

“So how’s Cat?” Yangyang asks, fumbling with the plasma lighter he picked from a compartment on the side.

Sicheng smiles a little, the smoke from his cigarette snaking around him as he raises a hand to dissipate it.

“She’s doing fine. Running everything as usual.”

“Of course. Boss lady.” Yangyang does an awkward salute.

“Oh, a new hair color too. As pretty as flower fields in the spring of ‘22.”

Sicheng’s lovesick rambling is interrupted by Yangyang hacking his lungs out. You turn to him and he avoids your gaze, reaching for a crystal blue  glass of water one of the helper bots offer. So, he’s not even a smoker? Why did he think you would care? 

“Anyway, Kun is glaring daggers at me now. You better get out of here.” Sicheng grimaces.

You turn around to see Kun by the bar table, gesturing towards Yangyang to come. You're not sure why but either of those men make you nervous. 

"I'll be right back," Yangyang says, scrambling up and leaving you in a long awkward silence with Sicheng.

“So, uh, I’m assuming you’re oblivious to that lovestruck puppy following you around?” Sicheng asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or is this some game you guys are into? I’m not judging you for that.”

Your face heats up and you fidget with your collar. “The- A what? Game? Uh? I- huh?”

Sicheng tries to press down his smile but it’s evident enough for you to see. Did you say something funny? Did Yangyang say something funny about you? Oh, you’re going to kill him.

“For all that he talks, he’s kind of terrible at pulling together his own love life.” 

“I- I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

It still unnerves you to look at him. He certainly looks more android than human when he’s not making any particular expression.

“Don’t mind me,” he says, offering you a reassuring smile. “You should find Yangyang before he lands the two of you in trouble.”

You turn to look at Yangyang through the glass and turn back nodding. Sicheng offers you a parting smile and you hesitantly make your way to the bar table.

"This isn't in my job description," Kun tells Yangyang just before you arrive. "I didn't know being a lawyer included babysitting."

The tips of Yangyang's ears heat up when he notices you.

"It's not babysitting," he murmurs. “Also, you’re not my mom.”

"You, Ten, Kunhang, all of you give me such a hard time," he continues but pauses right when he notices you. 

"Oh, hello. (Name), isn't it?" He says, smiling politely. He's quite young and handsome for a lawyer. "Yangyang talks about you a lot."

"Oh," you respond. "Really?"

Yangyang glares at the older man. "You don't have to say everything, Kun-ge."

"You interested in law?" Kun asks, offering you a seat between him and Yangyang.

You make a face. The law is a tool for the rich and powerful. But then again, what isn’t? The world is in your hands when you have billions to spare. However, you still can’t imagine being a rich man's guard dog your whole life.

Kun chuckles. "You kids are interested in tech more, aren't you?"

Yangyang interrupts, "You talk like you're fifty years old."

Kun grimaces, resting his face against his hand. Shooting a glare at Yangyang, he finishes the rest of his wine.

You're not exactly interested in tech or engineering or the big kid jobs either. You just want a way to survive this man-made food chain. Rich eats the world till there’s nothing left on the plate. Then again, you'd rather be a pet than get eaten.

"Anyway," Kun turns to Yangyang. "If you see Ten, give me a call."

Yangyang signals with a thumbs up gesture, watching as Kun’s figure slowly makes its way out of the gate. It’s the two of you again and suddenly, you feel a strange sort of feeling overcome you. Leaning your throbbing forehead against Yangyang’s shoulder, you take some soft breaths and skip the part where you question your actions. It’s pleasant, at the very least. He shifts his chair closer, extending his arm around you so that your head rests against his shoulder more comfortably.

“You must be tired,” he mutters.

“You didn’t answer me,” you say. “Answer in a way I understood, at least.”

“Hm?”

“Why do you hang around me?”

“Do you not… want me to?”

“No. I like your company, actually. I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Yangyang laughs. “You’re… you’re really perfect. As a person. At least to me, you seem that way.”

You scoff. “You’re a long way off there.”

“No. No, you felt like clockwork,” he continues. “When I first met you. I couldn’t believe you were real.”

You do work like a delirious robot on clockwork steroids. But you’re not very proud of it. You don’t think overworking is a good personality trait to have—even if it’s for survival. However, the faraway look in Yangyang’s eyes suggests that’s not what he means.

“I felt like I understood you,” he continues after a short pause.

You find it unbelievable. That’s the one sentence you could never imagine coming from him to you, much less agree with. But right then, as his warmth seeps into you, you want to agree desperately.

Yangyang feels an unexpected trickle of doubt down his throat. No matter how many times he’s practised in front of the mirror, the words don’t come out right when you’re with him. With everything you do, he feels more drawn in. There’s something familiar and something honest. And if he’s honest himself, he just likes you. What sort of a hypocrite should he be categorized as, to tell his friends to ‘just confess’ to their crushes when he’s a complete idiot when it comes to you? It can’t be that little voice from his childhood that tells him to stay in order.

Yangyang understands that there are rules to this world but he doesn’t get what those have got to do with him. He sighs, the sound somewhat grim when it comes from him.

"I've seen it before," he says, "People come from all over the country with hopes and dreams, and they get their hearts broken by capitalism."

You frown.

"I don't want you to go anywhere," he mumbles. "I hope you'll stay… even if- even if you feel like that, you know? If you're feeling lonely, I could—"

"Yangyang." You smile. "I’m quite comfortable here."

When you bury your nose into the crook of his neck, Yangyang thinks this is it. This is how he ends the sorry excuse of flirting he’s been trying with you and says something he regrets. It was never this difficult with the other crushes he’s had. He’s always left opening his mouth and then promptly closing it like a goldfish out of water every single time he wants to bring up dating with you. He’s always honest. So, what’s the big deal this time? This is so horrendously not cool of him.

You straighten. “We should get back home.”

“Can you- Can you not move so far from me, please?” Yangyang murmurs, hands gripping yours.

You smile, to yourself more to him but that’s one he likes the most.

“You’re a really interesting person, Yangyang.”

“I am?” He clears his throat and repeats the question. 

“How are you so nice to people?”

“I think people are nice.”

“Why do you like parties?”

“They’re fun.”

“When the party’s over, who do you go to?” you ask, words mushing into each other.

“Home,” he answers, gulping down what seems like more words. “Like always.”

A hush falls between the two of you. You’re asking quite the questions.

“I’m sweaty,” you mutter. “I hate being sweaty.”

“You look wonderful though,” Yangyang mumbles, more to himself than to you. “Not that being sweaty makes you wonderful. You’re just nice.”

There’s another hush, the notes of the piano playing a faraway, romantic tune. He turns away and looks back at you again, but right in that moment, you lean forward to press your lips against his. It’s so sudden that he almost falls over backwards, his feet planted firmly on the ground the only thing preventing that from happening. The next thing he thinks is that your lips are on fire and it’s the most comfortable feeling he’s ever experienced. 

The two of you fit into each other like clockwork, Yangyang thinks. It’s the one thing in his life that feels whole. Not that he isn’t whole by himself—he just loves your warmth. For a moment he feels like he’s on cloud nine and the next, his heart plummets when he feels you go limp in his arms. 

It breaks his heart a little but he doesn’t—can’t bring himself to say much. He’s not this bad when he’s drunk, is he? Pulling you up by the waist, he texts Kunhang to bring his car down to the lounge.

This is going to be a long night.

viii. home 

You wake up to the sun in your eyes and immediately know you're someplace you shouldn't be. This isn't your bed. The sun doesn't reach your bed in the morning. This isn’t the dormitory. You see a cubical alarm clock, a pixelated smiley face on it as it displays 10 A.M.

You get up and immediately shriek. You’re not wearing any clothes. Pulling the blanket up to your chin, you look around the room. It’s huge; the walls are multicolored with a little section opposite the bed reserved for photographs. There’s a lot of junk all over the floor that you don’t pay mind to when you notice Yangyang.

“Yangyang?!”

He rouses blinking slowly, hair going every which way and his eyes still unfocused. He looks like he’s had a difficult night.

“Why are you on the floor?” you ask, shrinking further into the ridiculously soft bed when he gets up. Massaging the back of his neck, he looks like he's looking at a mirage instead of a real live person. Unfortunately, he’s not wearing a shirt and you look away after a prolonged minute of staring. This is getting ridiculous. What are you doing here?

“Yangyang!”

“Huh? Oh!”

He seems to be finally awake. You should pop the question before it eats you alive.

"Did- Did we…?"

Yangyang blinks at you in confusion before a loud "oh" erupts from his mouth.

"No!" He says in between laughter. "No, we didn't. Oh my god, you’re so funny. You took off your clothes saying it's too hot and smacked me with them. I didn’t look, by the way.”

Your jaw drops. You can’t even form words through the pulsing headache.

“Your clothes are on the chair. And I didn’t touch your underwear. Out of respect."

You avoid eye contact in embarrassment. 

“And… well, you did kiss me once. Twice.”

You look up alarmed and he raises his arms in defense. 

“You- you were drunk so I had to push you off. You cried a little after that. Sorry.”

“Oh god.” You cover your face with your hands, sitting down on the bed. That has to be the most embarrassing thing you could have done.

“You- Don’t worry about that. You’re a good kisser. I was kind of surprised,” he offers in an attempt to make you feel better but you only grow hotter in the face.

“And- And I liked it,” he adds in a panic. “Wait, I don’t mean it in a creepy way.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t anyone else.”

“What?”

“You. It’s okay if it’s you.”

You give him a weak smile, still not over the embarrassment.

Yangyang laughs. “I… I think I should’ve said this before but… can I take you out on a date?”

“What were we doing last night then?”

“Well, that was- ah. You’re teasing me. Motherfucker.”

You giggle into your palm. When he takes a seat on the bed, you make a distressed sound and he jumps up immediately.

“My clothes,” you hiss. “Get out of the room so I can wear them.”

“Right,” he says, pointing an index finger at you.

He turns around right then. "By the way…"

You shriek, pulling the cover up all the way to your nose.

"Sorry," he says, averting his eyes immediately. "If- if that was a date, did you like it? Do you wanna go on another one?"

You can see him practically sweat bullets and you laugh at the innocuous questions. He’s too cute. You can’t believe you made yourself shake off the thought every time it crossed you. However indelicate his touch is, you welcome it nonetheless.

"Yes. Yes, I'll go on a date with you. You annoying, stupid, bratty idiot." 

“Okay, that was mean.”

Watching his figure leave through the door, you relax your shoulders. In the end, people will always be people. No matter what shiny new toy you give them to play with, people will always search for happiness, and they will laugh and cry and fall in love with people and places and things over and over again. It's lovely to be human in an era of diamond and steel.

#yangyang x reader #nct x reader #wayv x reader #yangyang scenarios #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #yangyang fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #yangyang fanfic #nct fanfic #yangyang fic #moonwrites #dawg idk what im doing imma be honest here

[iamthemain-character]

That’s Your Ex?

c!technoblade x goddess! reader, ex!dreamXD x reader, hinted dreamXD x c!georgenotfound

she/her pronouns

TW: none

mcyt masterlist

You could practically feel the stare; sure enough, as you turned your head towards your partner, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before.

You straightened up, stretching after being bent over the potato garden for hours. The snow was lightly melting, and you knew that Technoblade enjoyed the moments of sunshine that broke the monotony of snowy tundra.

Collecting the harvested potatoes, you still could feel Techno watching you.

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

“Art is meant to be looked at.”

Slightly scoffing at the complimentary pickup line, you threw a clump of dirt at your partner. “That was cheesy and you know it.”

Technoblade smiled, getting up and walking over to you. When he reached your side, he held your face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. “Maybe, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead before turning and taking his basket of seedling potatoes back towards the house. Collecting up your materials as well, you followed his footsteps.

Just as you were coming around the corner, however, you saw Technoblade standing, his sword drawn. Hearing your footsteps as you approached he held his hand out, warning you to stay back, but you were not so easily wavered. Looking over Techno’s shoulder, you saw what the threat was:

your ex.

More specifically, DreamXD. You two had once had an on again, off again type of relationship, mostly full of grand gifts and excessive flirting on your ex’s part. Eventually you got tired of it and moved on, and later you were rewarded with the love of your life.

But DreamXD was a jealous god, and he had a hard time letting you go. He used to try to win you back, swinging wildly between lavish gifts and intense threats. You knew at the end of the day, however, that he would never lay a hand on you. You both were wise enough to know that no one ever won in a war between gods.

Eventually, you did tire of the constant unwelcome attention, so you moved into the mortal realm. And that was how you met Technoblade and eventually fell in love.

But now DreamXD was here again, determined to ruin the peace. Rolling your eyes, you walked by Techno, arms crossing over your chest as you stopped in front of DreamXD.

“Y/n.” His voice was smooth and echoey this time, the one he used when he wanted to fit in with mortals.

“DreamXD. What are you doing here?”

The god titled his head, playing up innocence. “It’s been a while Y/n, can’t I come see you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head in return. “We both know you don’t just ‘come to see’ people. Please don’t tell me you want me to come back to you again.”

DreamXD paused a moment, considering your words. “You really don’t miss what we had, what we were?”

“No. No DreamXD, I don’t miss you.”

He didn’t respond; he simply stood there and stared at you. He shifted his gaze behind you, looking at Technoblade.

“You fell in love with a mortal.”

You felt Technoblade get closer to you, his sword still drawn in case you needed protection. You smiled despite yourself, trying to appear as neutral as possible. “I did.”

DreamXD nodded again, but he seemed distant, like he was thinking about something entirely different. “These mortals, they do have a strange charm to them, do they not.”

Just as he said those words, a figure came crashing through the tree line. Clad in blue with large, white-rimmed glasses, they approached DreamXD casually.

“Where have you been? You said you were going to help me?” The crisp accent came through, the person impatiently looking at the god.

You watched as DreamXD’s entire body language changed, his attention solely on this one person. You saw him become possessive and obsessive, and you recognized that this must be the “strange charm” DreamXD had just been talking about.

The newcomer started walking away, and DreamXD followed after. Looking back one last time, he nodded, a sign of farewell to you. As the pair disappeared into the distance, you took a deep breath and turned to look at your partner. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Technoblade pulled you in close, touching your foreheads together.

“What the heck was that Y/n?”

“Oh, that was my ex, sorry about that.”

Technoblade blinked a couple times, trying to process this information. “The god of this server is your ex???”

You pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go and walking back to the house, grabbing the potatoes you had previously abandoned. “Don’t worry, he’s just an ex, that’s all.”

“Heh?????”

#dsmp #dream smp #technoblade #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #c!technoblade #dreamxd #dreamxd x reader #dreamxd x georgenotfound

[mathanlin]

Witch AU where village kid catshifter!Tommy starts developing magic.

It’s terrifying, sure. But he’s friends with the SBI coven, and they’ll surely take him in — though they don’t know he’s a shifter, they’re still kind.

So Tommy’s stunned when Phil flat-out rejects him.

“They’ll notice if a kid goes missing.”

*Not me,* Tommy almost says. That’s part of the problem. He’s barely able to stay in the village now — let alone if they discover he’s a witch.

But he still can’t bear to tell Phil, with his new magic so weak it’s only a liability.

“Phil, I can’t— I need a place to stay,” Tommy says, bordering on fearful frustration. “I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t— friends.”

*I thought we were,* he thinks. After all the times he’d played with the twins as a kid, Phil smiling & watching over them. 

He must've been wrong.

“No, Tommy.” Phil’s voice is soaked with frustration, too. “I can’t take care of you. Not if—”

He cuts off. Tommy still hears it.

*Not if it endangers my real sons.”

And, filled with a broken rage, Tommy snaps. 

“If you send me back, I’ll tell them where you live.”

It’s an empty threat. 

That must be clear, with how Tommy’s shaking, on the verge of tears. But he must’ve underestimated how much Phil loves his sons.

And how much he *doesn’t* love Tommy.

Because, voice humming with magic, Phil utters, “You won’t say *anything.*”

Tommy opens his mouth. 

To apologize, to beg, to tell Phil the truth. *I love you. You make me feel safe.* 

But of course, nothing comes out. 

Just like Phil wanted.

The worst part is, there’s only relief in Phil’s expression. No regret.

Not until Tommy stumbles back, shaking as he tries to form apology after apology, clutching uselessly at his throat. 

And even then, there’s only regret in Phil’s expression when Tommy turns and bolts.

(“He’ll be safe.”

That’s how Phil consoles his sons, comforting them with the idea of Tommy back at the village, warm, fed, and protected.

They don’t notice the cat huddled beside their house, pressed desperately against the wall.

Not until it sits silently on their doorstep.

And Tommy… Tommy’s okay with this.

At least he’s with them. Even if he can’t speak, can’t risk shifting back, can’t even purr when they hold him close — closer than they ever did when he was a filthy, skinny kid. Even if he’s still terrified of Phil.

It’s still worth it.)

.

.

.

It’s… not that hard for Phil to find out.

How that tiny, scrawny cat only curls up with Techno & Wil. How he hisses at Phil, no sound coming out, trembling violently.

How, when any danger arises, the cat that reminds him far too much of Tommy is willing to die for them.

But there’s still a final straw.

Tommy’s reckless. He’s not a normal cat, sure, but it’s still easy to accidentally knock bottles from counters. But unlike a cat, he doesn’t wait for Techno’s precious work to fall and shatter.

He shifts into a human, barely catching it.

He should’ve been alone.

Should’ve. 

But when he pulls himself back up, bottle in one shaking hand, Phil is staring at him.

“Tommy—”

Tommy runs.

Phil had made it *painfully* clear. 

Tommy’s a danger to his sons. So much of a danger that he’d rather shut Tommy up than risk any chance of hurting them.

And Tommy almost can’t blame him. Because, desperate for a place to live, he goes right back to the village.

But he should’ve known what would happen.

Kids that go missing for months? They don’t come back right. Especially kids like Tommy who were already on thin ice, sneaking into the woods at night where witches lived.

So all Tommy gets is a crossbow bolt right through the shoulder.

He’s done.

There’s no way to survive this. At least he was able to hide from the villagers, the curse keeping every pained cry inside his chest. But now he’s bleeding out on the forest floor. Alone.

But not for long.

“Tommy?”

Techno. Then, Wilbur, falling next to him.

And asking questions he can’t answer. “Oh god, what happened? Where were you? Why— fuck, Techno, why is he— why’s he quiet?”

Funny. If Tommy could speak, he knows what his last words would’ve been. Not an answer.

Just, *I love you.*

But they’re not his last words. He wakes, swaddled in blankets and bandages, back in the cottage he’s wanted to call home for years.

And the first thing he sees is Phil, sitting at his bedside.

“I’m so sorry.”

If Tommy could speak, that would’ve shut him up.

But he can’t speak. And so he thrashes, desperately trying to sit up. To run, maybe? To flee before Phil—  before he— 

And then Techno appears in the doorway, utterly pale.

“Dad, he’s… he’s been cursed.”

Silence.

“Cursed,” Phil repeats slowly. Like— like he’s not the one who did it. 

And that lie just keeps going. As Techno & Wil tend to Tommy’s wounds, gathering ingredients for a spell to heal him.

As they, as a coven, break that curse.

The spell works.

It does. Tommy can feel his voice, tucked back from where it’d been torn out. He can feel the coven’s eyes on him — Techno & Wil’s, hopeful, and Phil’s… unreadable.

So he’s still too terrified to speak. 

“Tommy?” Wilbur leans in, taking Tommy’s hand, on the verge of tears. “Oh, Toms, can you— did it work? Can you—”

“I’m sorry.”

Tommy keeps his eyes on Phil, even as the man… shudders?

“I’m sorry,” he rasps out again, voice choked and ugly as every bit of grief pours out. “I never would’ve— would’ve— told them. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, please, I want to stay—”

Phil climbs to his feet, fast — and for once, Tommy can let out a panicked noise.

Even as the man stumbles away, face torn with grief.

And disappears.

(But Techno & Wil stay. 

And in their embraces, Tommy crumbles. Every truth that was locked behind his lips comes rushing out.

*Every* truth. From, “I love you,” to, “It was— it was Phil.”

And Phil… Phil doesn’t know what to do.

But he knows he’s *willing* to do anything. To make up for that horrible, brutal mistake, to take care of the kid he’s always loved like his own — even if it was hard to admit.

And maybe, just maybe, that’ll be enough to atone.)

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza

[aphroditestempleimagines]

Mortal - Chapter 1

A Suguru Geto x fem!Reader fanfiction -16+

Words: 1983

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Death, Violence, wounds, hospital, heavy angst

Summary: Mimico and Nanako get into a horrible car accident after a drunk night with their friends. Geto is called to the hospital where he discovers you, a human plagued by cursed spirits and a cursed life, who saved his two precious daughters' lives from the fire.

It was quite late at night when Suguru closed the door to his private apartments in the temple. He crawled onto his futon, his eyes barely kept open. He rubbed his temples as he drained the pitcher of water his subordinates left by his bed.

"What a day", his rough voice murmured.

He tapped on the screen of his phone. It was quite late indeed. Nanako and Mimiko had still not returned from their party. He slid his finger down the screen to unlock it and dialled Nanako's phone number; she was bound to pick up. A few moments later the rhythmic beats of the dial were replaced by the loud background of techno music.

"I promise we're going", Nanako's voice said before Sigiri could even ask a question.

"It's already quite late young miss. And you didn't even call"

"I know I know", she whined.

Geto let out a short chuckle. "Are you girls having fun?"

"Lots!", Nanako beamed.

"Alright. You are excused", Suguru said, "But it's time to come home now."

The girl let out a gruff. "Yeeeess we will"

"I'll be waiting for you", Suguru warned, "I won't go to sleep until you come back"

"Ok Geto-san, we're coming", she said before giving him her goodbyes and hanging up.

Geto shook his head. He had been fearful of the time the girls reached this age and now he was experiencing it first-hand. He lay on his side, scrolling down his phone as he read through their messages. He checked on their Instagrams and smiled at the various stories they had uploaded from their night at the party. He knew the kids were from good sorcerer families, even though they themselves did not know his relation to the two girls. He tried to stay awake, but his exhaustion weighed down on his eyelids more than he could lift.

The next thing he remembers is a loud banging on his door. He shook his head awake. He checked his phone; an hour had passed. The girls should had been home by now. The banging continued. He rubbed his eyes as he pulled himself onto his feet.

"Miguel?", he frowned as he slid the door open, "What the-"

"There's been an accident!"

Miguel's words almost stopped Suguru's heart. His eyes grew wide. "What...did you say?", he stuttered.

"We have to go to the hospital! NOW!"

Miguel left to wake up the rest of their little family. Suguru stood there, on the doorstep of his bedroom, unable to move anywhere else but down. He clung to the doorframe, his body trembling in fear.

It was happening again. It was all happening again. The world around him was spinning like a roller coaster. His fingers dug on his chest as if trying to reach his breaking heart. He barely registered Miguel's voice as he returned.

"SUGURU!", Miguel shook Geto's shoulders. Suguru was finally able to focus his gaze. "Get yourself together. They're not dead"

A sliver of hope brightened Suguru's eyes. It gave him the strength to summon one of his curses and carry his family to the roof of the human hospitals the girls had been taken to. Geto ran down the flights of stairs. When he finally found a staff locker room he quickly sneaked inside.

"What are you doing?", Larue followed him, "The twins are bound to be in the emergency room"

Suguru was already half-way into changing from his Buddhist robes into doctor attire. "I'd be damned if I let their primitive medicine touch them", he spat as he gathered his long hair under a blue plastic hat. "What if...what if they...", he could not say that forbidden word, "We can do something! Reverse curse energy can heal them even if they are on the verge...on..."

Larue grabbed a spare shirt and coat and put them on. He covered his square jaw with a mask and nodded his head to Satoru. He'd follow him in whatever he did.

They ran to the emergency room. The others were already sitting outside. Geto used one of his curse spirits to make some of the staff start coughing uncontrollably. Then he and Larue appeared as saviours out of nowhere. He stood over the bed where his girls lay. His hand petted Nanako's hair in sorrow. Her bright eyes which used to be full of life were firmly closed as she breathed through a tube. He lifted the thin blue cover the monkeys had placed over her body to operate. She had a lot of cuts and even more bruises. A few burns were even imprinted on the left side of her body. Her sister was a little bit better. She must had protected her; she always did.

He had never wished Shoko to have followed him more than he did on that moment. He concentrated with all his might to heal the two girls, at least enough to get them out of death's reach. He managed to fix Nanako's internal bleeding and restored Mimiko's ribs to their rightful place before the nurses took notice.

"Did you take proper scans?", Larue asked the nurses, "Cause they don't look to be in need of an operation"

The humans did not believe them until they saw the new scans with their own eyes. Geto was amused by their astonished gaze as they tried to understand the great difference between what they were seeing and their original diagnosis.

"To err is human", said Geto as the girls were transferred into a recovery wing, "We should be glad our colleague spotted the mistake before we endangered the lives of two young girls with an unsanctioned operation".

His charm was enough to win them over. He thanked the mask he wore on his face at the emergency room for saving him from complications when he went to visit the girls as himself. He sat by their bed as they slept soundly. He would try to heal them again when he recovered his strength.

"Are you a monk, sir?", one of the nurses asked, to which Geto nodded. "I see...I suppose it makes sense, they really had luck on their side, didn't they?"

Suguru frowned. "What do you mean?", he turned his gaze to the woman.

"Oh...well..I thought you knew sir...", she fidgeted with the folder she held in her hands, "T'was a drunk driver...I'm afraid their friends died instantly upon collision"

A chill ran through Geto's spine. He looked at the two daughters he had raised, the two daughters that could had been taken aw from him so easily. "They...died?", his voice trembled.

"I'm sorry to say sir", the nurse whined, "Were you taking care of them as well at the temple?"

Suguru shook his head. Damn monkeys. More sorcerers' lives were taken away, this time directly by the hand of those vermin. "What about the driver?", he asked.

"The police are looking for him, sir. His car fell of the bridge as it ricocheted"

Geto clenched his fists. He was almost certainly dead. There was nothing for him to do to make him suffer for hurting his girls.

"Honestly I don't know if I could have done it", the nurse's voice broke through Geto's buzzing thoughts.

He turned to look at her again. "What did you say?"

"That woman sir", the nurse responded, "She called the fire department, then went and carried the girls outside. Lucky thing she did the car was completely enveloped by fire when the trucks got there"

"A woman? What woman?"

"I don't know sir. She's at the other end of the hall. She suffered quite a few burns so we had her treated too"

Suguru frowned. He held his daughters' hands in his as he sat between the two beds. Was that woman another one of their friends? Did she see the accident and ran to help?

"Geto-san", Nanako stirred as soon as the nurse left the room.

Suguru hushed her. "Stay still for now, we'll make you all better in a bit"

"What...happened?", she struggled to say.

"You were in an accident", Geto cupped her hair, "The bastard who hurt you is already dea-"

"Mimiko", Nanako tried to get up, "How's Mimiko?"

"Shhhh", Suguru laid her back down, "She's fine, she's asleep. Look"

Mimiko's gaze turned to her sister but her heart did not settle. "Is she...is she alright?"

"She's fine darling", Suguru reassured, "You're both fine. I made sure"

A few tears of relief pricked her eyes as she settled back in her pillow.

"Suguru", Miguel called from the door. He gestured to the corridor. Suguru left a kiss on each of his daughters' foreheads before following Miguel. He pointed at the smoking area. There, an old friend waited for him.

"If it isn't the wanted criminal", Shoko joked but there was no joy in her voice.

"Shoko...what..."

She put out her cigarette and tossed the bud in the closest bin. "No one knows I'm here. Not even Satoru", she cut him off before he could ask, "One of your new acquaintances came into my lab and let me know what happened"

Shoko walked up to him and pulled him into her arms. Suguru had not realised how much he had needed that.

"So...you're here to help?"

Suguru felt her nod behind him. "Of course", she said, "Just give me an hour and they'll be discharged. Your friend...Laure? He told me you already put in a lot of cursed energy to get them to their current level."

"Thank you, Shoko"

She let him go, her gaze turning serious. "You better disappear as soon as I'm finished. I'd rather if I didn't lose any more friends"

She gave him a kind smile and a pat on his shoulder before going to the girls' room. Suguru felt warmth overcome him. Sorcerers helping sorcerers; That was his one true dream.

As he got out into the hallway he peeked through the open door of the room on the side. He did not mean to, yet as the deed was done the nurse's words came back to him. He saw a young woman. Her hands wrapped in bandages, she sat on the hospital bed with a book on her lap and her gaze turned towards the falling snowflakes outside her window. He stood at the doorstep before he could properly think. There was some curse energy coming from her even though it was not all that strong. He lowered his head. How disappointing.

"Hello", she called to him as he turned to leave, "May I help you?"

He turned to meet her gaze. That's when he spotted the small curse spirit that clung to her body, weighing on her soul like leeches.

"Are you lost?", she asked again. Her gaze was soft and kind like an April cloud watering the fields.

"Ah...eh...no", Suguru said, "Were you the one that helped the girls at room 214?"

"Are they ok?", her eyes widened in fear, "Did something happen? The nurse told me they were stable!"

"They're fine!", Suguru waved his palms at her, "They...uh....They're my daughters. I just wanted to...uhh"

What was he doing? Was he about to thank one of those monkeys? Seriously? Her eyes were confused at his lack of response. After a moment her face relaxed into a kind smile.

"I'm so glad at least they're alright", she said before lowering her gaze, "I wasn't able to get anyone else out"

The old Suguru would had comforted her. He would had gone to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder, letting her know she had done more than enough with the strength she was given at birth. But...he was not the old Suguru anymore. No matter how much his old self screamed at him, he gave her a nod and returned to his family.

#suguru getou #suguru x reader #Mortal #suguru geto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #hurt comfort

[squishycheekanon]

Dad!Techno Drabble.

Modern day

Warnings: realistic life, teething, looking after a 10 month old baby, Techno being a dad, Techno’s towel is too low on his hips and we miss it.

It’d been an already tiresome evening with your ten month old teething, she screamed and screamed and no matter how hard you or your husband tried nether of you could calm her. Until finally after three hours of constant wails she fell asleep to sweet piano lullaby’s you had found on your phone.

You placed her in her cot and practically ran out of the room back downstairs, twenty. Minutes. Later. She’s awake again screaming. You’re up and in her room picking her up to soothe her to no avail. You loved your daughter so much, but from how tired you were from this happening every night for the past week you had to chant that it wasn’t her fault this was happening in your head.

You needed a break.

Techno had jumped in the shower a few minutes before she woke up so for now you had to try your best to help her alone. You changed her nappy and put her in a new onzie that wasn’t wet from dribble before taking her to your room. You got into your bed cuddling her close to your chest and in the dark of the room you spoke to her hoping your voice would stop her from screaming.

“Come on baby girl, mummy really needs you to sleep cause she’s really really tired,” she blinked up at you, cheek smushed against your chest, big eyes full of tears. Your heart broke for her, for the pain she was going through with her teeth coming through, “That’s it Athena just focus on my voice.” You continued to talk to her and she listened hanging on to every word you were saying though she didn’t understand you.

She fell asleep after a few minutes and you rejoiced doing a happy dance in your head. You didn’t dare move her though, but with how tired you were yourself you just let your eyes flutter shut. Just a few minutes you thought to yourself.

That’s how Techno found you when he came out the shower, still wet and dripping, towel hanging low on his hips, his big beautiful muscles on display so sexily. He thought with your daughter asleep that you two could maybe have some alone time but all those thoughts went flying out the window when he saw the two of you.

His heart ached with love seeing his gorgeous wife fast asleep with his beautiful baby daughter letting out little snores against your chest. “God I’m so lucky.” He muttered without even thinking about it. It was so true, he never imagined he’d have a wife let alone someone amazing as you and you had gifted him a wonderful baby girl too.

He quickly dried off and pulled on some sleeping clothes all while grinning to himself. The same grin was wiped off his face as your baby began to stir and before she could even start crying Techno had grabbed her from you and left the room giving you one last glance to make sure you had stayed asleep.

He took her into her bedroom and began patting her back while swaying her, “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” He coos his eyes darting around the room for the bonjela, as soon as he spotted it he grabbed it and pulled off the cap, squirting some on his finger before rubbing it into her gums, his skin grazing a tooth that’s was pushing it’s way through.

And she screamed, howled, wailed.

“Fuck. Okay baby, I’m sorry daddy didn’t mean to. It’ll feel better soon, just gotta let the bonjela do it’s thing.” He rocked her side to side, holding her close to his warmth and as if the gods had finally heard his begs she finally calmed down accepting the dummy he offered her. She snuggled into his neck sucking on it, soothing herself to sleep in her father’s arms.

He knew this is what his night would consist of but if you managed to catch up on the sleep you’d missed out on this week it was all worth it.

#dad!techno #squishycheekanon #asks are appreciated #beefy!techno

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

“Truth or dare?”

Dream groaned, letting his head thunk back against the obsidian. “I’m not answering your questions, Techno.”

“So… dare?” Techno raised an eyebrow.

“No! We’re not playing this stupid game!”

They fell back into silence. This was the way of things, it seemed; long stretches of mind-numbing nothingness, broken only intermittently when one of them—almost always Techno—decided to try to make light conversation. The attempts never lasted long.

Techno leaned back against the cell wall, closing his eyes. He often slept sitting up like this. Sometimes, Dream wished he could do the same; it felt less vulnerable than lying down. He looked down at his hands, limp and twisted on his lap, and he groaned again. “Okay, okay. Truth or dare?”

He didn’t miss the way the corners of Techno’s mouth lifted. “Truth.”

There were a lot of things Dream could ask him. Actually, the choice was kind of overwhelming; for all of Techno’s inane ramblings and tangents, he rarely ever talked about himself. And then there was everything that had happened on the server while Dream had been in here, every person and problem he hadn’t been updated on—but then again, he probably didn’t need a truth or dare question to find that out.

“Why did you come to visit me?” he asked.

Techno didn’t really react to the question; he might have been expecting it. “Because Quackity told me to.”

“But there’s no way you just— no. You’re not dumb enough to think it wasn’t a trap.”

“I did think it was a trap,” Techno assured him. “Quackity is a suspicious guy, Dream. He’s pretty sus.”

Dream scoffed. “But you don’t even have a way out. Like— you don’t just walk into traps.”

“Traps can be pretty pog.” Techno shrugged, grinning. “See, we’re havin’ so much fun right now.”

Dream waited for him to explain himself, to tell him literally anything else, but he obviously didn’t. He should have expected it by now. But they had been here for so long together, sealed into a tomb of Dream’s own design, and it was getting hard to ignore how much that fact was weighing on him. Techno had no way out. They were going to die here, and no matter which way Dream looked at it, it was always going to be his fault.

“Dare,” he said.

For once, Techno actually looked surprised—but not unhappy. After a moment of hesitation, he reached into the chest, retrieving a potato. “I dare you to eat this,” he said, throwing across the cell.

Dream, predictably, failed to catch it. He picked it up from the floor, giving Techno a look. “We need to be saving these.”

“Bro, you haven’t eaten in, like, two days. Which might be a complete guess, because I have no idea what time it is, but that’s really not the point. It’s gotta be days. Surely.”

“I have, though! I’ve been eating.”

Techno stared at him, expression blank, and Dream had never known a blank expression could look so incredulous. “Wow, it’s a good thing you didn’t say truth, Dream, because you would’ve just lost right there.”

“You’re so annoying,” Dream muttered.

But he ate the potato anyway. And when Techno laughed, Dream couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t the only one who had lied.

#dreblr #c!dream #c!techno #c!rivals #crivals #pandora's vault #drabbles #my writing #this is completely out of nowhere #not at all related to current events #nope #don't look into it

[jams-sims]

Listen there so much depth to Philza character when it comes to relationships. That it bleeds over into the family dynamic that the Skull and Flowers family has going on. Im so normal about them yall can fill my inbox with questions about it but-

Theres a theme of being left behind or left alone for a long time that connect Skulls and Flower family. This leads into how Forever does not grasp the familiar nature of Philza. Plus I find it so interesting that Forever has pursued Philza even though Philza has Missa. Before I go into the theme of being alone and how that reflects in the relationships Philza has I wanted to touch on something else.

Firstly I noticed that in Philzas relationship he is not as grandiose in his show of affection. He dyes his backpack black and puts a skull on it for Missa. But never voices that he may miss him, he simply takes it day by day. He does the same for Wilbur, Tallulah and Chayanne. He takes endless photos of the kids and puts them in photos books. Philza way of loving and showing he cares is one that is super gentle and very light. This is also why inherently Forever and Philzs would never work. Forever is someone who is loud about his loves and wants. It ultimately puts Philza off, and would cause problems down the line to which Forever would question if Philza even liked him at all. Coupled with the whole Philza look like his ex problem.

Forever fundamentally does not understand Philza nor who he is.

I realized this when Tallulah asked Philza "why does everyone I care about disappear?" which is a horrible question to ask the man who is always left alone. Philza comes from worlds of God and Goddess that he never gets to see. In the sea of endless life it solely himself and the crows. (His 5 yeah world.)

When he traveled with the Blood God. That was truly a time when he was not alone, fighting and warring taking over a whole continent. But when they became part of the Arctic empire or more like when they moved out to the Artic to be far away from government. Philza again was left alone in the cold snowy mountains in silence. Only on the whim that Techno would wake up from hibernations. Then one day Philza was left alone for good and he left those snowy mountains back to the world of Gods.

Then he enters qsmp, he paired off and he has Missa and He has another child. An his Son had a kid and this is the most Philza world had been filled with people. But it doesn't take long for that to fall away. Missa leaves with no confirmation on when he'll be back.

He marries the Goddess of Death and he never gets to see her but she is with him always.

His first Son appears but soon leaves for his band leaving Philza with his daughter. Wilbur is gone for so long. That it now seems as though Tallulah is Philza kid. An now Philza has a daughter and 2 sons. I don't even think Forever knows that Wilbur is Philza kid.

Philza is fundamentally a man left alone for so long that the loneliness and and silence is something he is so deeply connected with an understands. That it would break the spirit of any other person. That he is always waiting and will always wait forever.

Forever comes in with this light hearted air and it's refreshing. But the callous skin that has grown over Philza is so tough that Forever could not even make a dent. Because Philza devotions to the people he waits for is a endless. He waits for Goddess of Death, He waits for his son (wilbur), He waits for Missa. Forever says he loves him but he does not know him. An Philza does not wait for people for them not to see him. An I think that is what we were getting from Philza during the wedding. Your proposing to a man that you do not know the of life not the blood, sweat and tears.

But the waiting and loneliness doesn't just end with Philza. It is like baked into family core. Wilbur is alone and waited for his father when ever Philza disappeared. Chayanne wait for Missa to come home. Tallulah is becoming more like Philza in the way people leave her. But it's that type of trait that i don't think Forever could honestly deal with it. That could lead to a great resentment from a place of obsession. I should note that I don't think philza feels that loneliness anymore. I think those are so deeply rooted in him. That it's normal to be alone that he probably feels peace being alone. But I'm sure he was like Tallulah before but with no one to comfort him.

But that is the family Forever is trying to be apart of that he does not see it. He does not see beyond the looks. Even if there are an inkling of truth behind those words he says.

#philza #qsmp #qsmo forever #Send me ask also this is just for fun i got some weird people before who get upset that im having fun writing nonsense so if you see this #An your like omg it just minecraft just block me :D

[anarchy-and-piglins]

"It's a full moon tonight."

Phil's voice is casual enough, saying it as easily as somebody else might comment on the weather.

But Techno knows what he is really asking. Wilbur's fingers stop while still halfway entwined in Techno's hair, holding onto the strands that are starting to form a braid. There's hesitation there. There's worry.

There's so much in the face of the fear that he thinks Techno is lacking.

"I'm staying," he says.

"Techno-" Wilbur starts but he's stopped by a growl, low in Phil's throat. Wilbur goes quiet again. Techno can feel his muscles tense. And it's still not fear, it never is. Not with them. No matter how much it should be.

He swallows it away to continue speaking. "Breaking up the pack this close to the full moon will just cause more issues, right."

"Probably," Phil admits. "Control becomes... tenuous at best. A missing packmate would worsen that."

"Yeah," Techno says. "I don't want you guys to get upset."

"And we don't want you to get hurt," Wilbur snaps. Techno jumps a bit, an action that instantly makes him feel guilty. Especially when it has Wilbur breathe out an apology, pulling him closer again. Nuzzling against the back of his shoulder in a silent show of affection that comes so naturally to him even in human form. Techno smiles, petting his brother's head.

"It's okay, you would never hurt me." As he says it, he can feel the skin over the scar on his other shoulder pull tight. "Not on purpose. It was my fault last time. I messed up."

He knows Wilbur wants to answer, to deny. But he doesn't, because then Phil is reaching out his hand and he strokes a thumb along Techno's cheek with a vague smile.

"But you learned. Stick to the rules, right? Then you can continue to belong with us."

Techno nods. 

He wants to belong so badly it makes his chest ache.

And when he's pressed against the ground again, with the entire weight of an animal twice his size bearing down on his sternum and teeth sharper than knives teasing his flesh to draw blood, Techno does not fear. He closes his eyes. Phil exhales warm air through his maw before chuffing and licking Techno's face once. It makes him laugh.

Because in that moment, he belongs.

#technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #dark sbi #shara writes #it's the human techno + werewolf SBI au

[modelbus]

Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

-

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

-

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁïṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

-

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

-

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

-

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

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Maximals reaction to technorganic Buddy having a rough day and tries to run away (probably because buddy thinks that because their half human that doesn’t mean they’re like the Maximals) but they comfort buddy please

Okay, back at it again with the Techno Organic Buddy! They can't seem to catch a break, huh? No worries by the end, they will be fine.

Hope you enjoy!

Maximals reaction to Techno Organic Buddy running away

SFW, familial, platonic, angst but has a happy ending, talks about insecurities, (remember running away is never the answer),Techno Organic reader

Beast Wars

Being Techno Organic, Buddy always felt a bit ostracized from the people they knew. They thought their luck would change when they met the Maximals. They were such a lovely team and most of them welcomed Buddy in with open arms. Sure, there were snags along the way, but every new friendship doesn’t start out perfectly at first. The insecurities never left though.

Buddy never voiced their problems to their team, feeling as if it would be an unnecessary burden to give to the already exhausted group. So, they just buried the thoughts and feelings deep down, not a healthy way to cope but they couldn’t think of another way to do this. Today the lid was bubbling over. Primal had gotten in the crossfire between them and a Predacon (was it Terrrorsaur? Maybe Inferno?). He had to be taken straight back to the base for repairs. The ugly thoughts had decided to show up as Buddy and the other Maximals waited for Primal’s news. It felt too much, they needed to get out of here.

They were just going to cause more trouble if they just stayed here. Anyways, what was a part human, part Cybertronain supposed to do here amongst these ‘true’ Cybertronians. They waited and planned their escape. They began packing up everything they owned, which wasn’t much, and took out one of their data pads and wrote down a note. Buddy at least wanted to give an explanation in some way. At least they would know finally. There still wasn’t any news about Primal’s condition.

They waited till they were certain that everyone was in recharge before they acted. As quickly and quietly as they could, Buddy dashed to the entrance of the base and easily slipped through one of the little holes. An advantage Buddy had, many of the small holes in the base were near perfect size entrances and exits for Buddy. They ran. They ran and ran until they were sure that they were far enough from the base to activate their jetpack and flew off to their new home. Buddy flew for a couple of hours until they came across a waterfall, behind the waterfall was a series of ‘small’ cave mouths. Small for your average Maximal or Predacon, perfect for Buddy. They dropped their bag in a semi dry area and slumped on the cool wall and began to cry their little spark feeling the familiar hold of loneliness take over as they fell into a restless sleep.

Optimus Primal

As it turned out, Primal was fine. It wasn’t as bad as it looked.

No one thought about telling Buddy though, they had forgotten to tell them as everyone was preoccupied with other things.

So, when he comes out of the chamber he wants to know if Buddy is okay.

“Hey look who’s out of the chamber.”--Rattrap

“Good to be back from his little nap.”--Tigatron

“How are you Big Bot?”--Cheetor

“Feeling much better. How’s Buddy?”--Optimus

“Oh, we haven’t seen them since we got back.”--Cheetor

“Can you go get them, I need to talk to them.”--Optimus

“You got it!”--Cheetor

“What are you going to talk to them about?”--Rhinox

“I want to make sure they are okay after that fall. No doubt at least some bruises, but just want—”--Optimus

“THEIR GONE!”—Cheetor

“What!?”--Silverbolt

“Hold on what do you mean ‘gone’?”--Airazor

“Like they aren’t their anymore! Packed gone and- and they left a note.”--Cheetor

“What does it say?”--Optimus

“It says ‘I’m sorry for all the trouble being a techno Organic freak has brought you guys. I hope with me leaving your luck will change. I’ll miss you guys. By the time you find this I will be long gone. Don’t bother looking for me, I’m not worth the it. Sincerely, Buddy.’”--Cheetor

“…”--Everyone

“They really left just like that…”--Blackarachnia

“No, they really think that we weren’t going to go look for them. We gotta go right?”--Cheetor

“You’re right. Everyone huddle up there is no time to lose!”--Optimus

Optimus is quick to organize groups to go search for Buddy. He has Rhinox stay at the base in case Buddy came back and or someone needed medical attention.

The teams came out like this:

Team one was going to be Cheetor and himself.

Team two was going to be Rattrap and Dinobot.

Team three was going to be Tigatron and Airazor.

Team four was going to be Silverbolt and Blackarachnia.

There was no room for argument, as everyone was to a degree worried about where Buddy had runned off to. Rhinox tells everyone the general direction the cameras caught Buddy going.

Primal gives each of the teams a sector to look through. He is not going to leave Buddy out there alone for another night.

Primal sticks to the skies for the most part, trying to get a better vantage point. He is calling out for Buddy and making sure he doesn’t miss a single stone or leaf where Buddy could be hiding.

Ape Dad is Worried for his techno organic child.

“Buddy! Buddy where are you!?”--Optimus

Rhinox

He wants to be outside with everyone else, but he also knows the importance of being at the base.

Someone needs to be here.

But that doesn’t mean he is restful. Rhinox is constantly on the monitors and checking last night’s footage to try and get any other clue of where Buddy could have gone to.

He is also trying to get in contact with Buddy’s commlink. All he hears is static on the other end.

He is really worried about Buddy’s safety. They are so tiny and the world around them is so big and dangerous.

He has the med bay filled with all of Buddy’s medical equipment just in case the worst happens. Not that he wants it to happen… but better safe than sorry, right?

Rhino friend is worried for his tiny friend.

“Buddy. Buddy come in.”--Rhinox

“…”

“Buddy, do you read.”--Rhinox

“...”

“…Where are you, Buddy?”--Rhinox

Cheetor

He was the first one to find that room so empty and that horrid note. He felt so sick to his tanks reading it out loud.

He is so worried about his friend.

He is checking ever place 5 times.

Cheetor is running so fast that he doesn’t even know until Primal has to com him in and tell him not to go too fast. He wants to find Buddy before anyone else.

He knows that the jungle is a dangerous place. He can’t imagine being Buddy’s size against the elements. Cheetor does look around the early human settlement in case he spots Buddy amongst them. Not a single clue.

He is running on pure determination to find Buddy before nighttime.

Little cats’ best friend is out there, and he wants them to come back home.

“Buddy! Buddy! Where are you!? C’mon its time to go home!”--Cheetor

Rattrap and Dinobot

Rattrap is worried.

How does everyone know?

His complaining and whining lack its usual bite.

Being the second smallest Maximal on the team besides Buddy he knows the disadvantages of being the little guy against the world.

Rattrap makes sure to look at every rock and small hole in case Buddy was around somewhere. He also regrets teaching Buddy how to avoid most of the cameras in the base. A bit proud but not right now.

Rat is worried for his friend.

“Kid! Kid! This isn’t funny anymore!”--Rattrap

Dinobot refuses to show that he is worried about Buddy, but he can’t fool everyone.

Rattrap can see it clearly.

While he isn’t the best at finding things, Dinobot is trying to make an effort for Buddy. As the sun starts to set, he starts getting ideas of storming the Predacon base. Who knows if Buddy had been kidnapped the night before?

Dinobot is worried.

“Buddy! This is Dinobot. State your location.”--Dinobot

“…”

“Buddy! State your location!”--Dinobot

Tigatron and Airazor

The pair are searching in the more extreme locations in their sectors.

They have more knowledge of the terrain and are willing to bet that Buddy is going to be the place where they least expect.

Airazor takes the skies, Tigatron prowls on the ground.

Airazor checks each location slowly and carefully making sure that Buddy wasn’t in the area. Tigatron is looking around the steeper areas and darker regions, trying to find Buddy’s signature scent.

No luck.

The pair get worried as the sun begins to set over the horizon.

Big cat and pretty bird are scared for their friend.

“Any luck up there?”--Tigatron

“Nothing up here. Anything down below?”--Airazor

“Not even a footprint…”--Tigatron

Silverbolt and Blackarachnia

They are the ones who find Buddy.

Well, more like Blackarachnia than Silverbolt.

While Silverbolt was searching the skies above the waterfall, Blackarachnia was supposed to look around the water’s edge near its banks.

That when she notices the mini cave mouths near the back end of the falls. If she were on the run and small enough, that would defiantly be a place to look.

She carefully climbs the wet rock wall as Silverbolt flies beneath her in case she slipped, which was sweet of him.

That’s when Blackarachnia spots a familiar body slumped on the cave wall in one of its holes.

“Oh finally! Buddy come out here! It’s getting cold and wet out here!”--Blackarachnia

“…”--Buddy

“Buddy? Buddy this isn’t a joke come on.”--Blackarachnia

“…”--Buddy

“…Buddy?”—Blackarachnia

Carefully she reaches out to Buddy using her long nimble arms and gently grabs Buddy and their bag. She jumps down on Silverbolts back.

Silverbolt is first ecstatic seeing Buddy but quickly turns into worry seeing them so limp and Blackarachnia’s panicky expression.

He is speeding back to the base with Blackarachnia and Buddy on his back coming Rhinox to get the med bay ready that they found Buddy unresponsive.

“Silverbolt to Maximal Base!”--Silverbolt

“Come in Silverbolt.”--Rhinox

“We found Buddy! But they aren’t responding!”--Silverbolt

“Keep calm Silverbolt. Just bring them in. How far are—”--Rhinox

CRASH!

“…Guess they’re here…”--Rhinox

Buddy wakes up groggy and looks around. They aren’t back at the falls; they are at the base. Was the whole running away thing a dream? They try to sit up, but a gentle servo holds them in place. It was Rhinox.

Soon enough the rest of the team came in asking if Buddy was okay and how could they do that that they were so worried especially when they came back to the base unresponsive.

No one is going to tell them that they were just a really heavy sleeper.

Each Maximal expresses their worry and that they don’t care that Buddy was a Techno organic. They belong to this team. They were stuck with them till the bitter end. Buddy by now has happy tears streaming down their face never feeling this much love than in that moment. They promise the team to never pull a stunt like that again. Rhinox does make the team back off wanting to let Buddy sleep and recover, the team hesitantly obliges saying good night as Buddy slowly closes their eyes feeling a swell of love in their chassis and for the first time in a while falls into a peaceful sleep.

#transformers #transformers x reader #beast wars #bw optimus primal #cheetor #rhinox #bw rattrap #bw dinobot #tigatron #airazor #silverbolt #blackarachnia #maccadam

[heythereimb]

This is cross posted from Reddit. You can find the original here vvv

If you don’t know me, hey there I'm B.

December of 2022 u/mrtechnodad gave me the challenge of finding something good in every day, no matter how small. Since then I’ve been sharing monthly updates with a few of my good things from that month.

Anyone who's followed my updates has probably noticed that the title is different and I missed part of my usual intro.

That's because today's list only has one thing:

- I'm officially cancer free

After 708 days, countless hours of chemo, and 4 major surgeries, I have beat almost impossible odds.

Along my journey I've lost too many people who were important to me. Each of them gave me a new reason to keep going. My first roommate taught me how to be strong, how to push through the darkness. My second roommate taught me the power of compassion, how to use my voice to help others. A friend taught me how to laugh, how to see the fun in even the worst situations. And Techno, Technoblade taught me how to fight, how to win any war.

It's no secret I've struggled with survivor's guilt for almost as long as I was sick. I've asked the question, "Why them and not me?" so many times it's become a mantra. I've realized it isn’t about me or them. I think it's about finding what my purpose is. Their lives had purpose, they were full of love and joy. For so long I didn't think I had those things, that there wasn't a reason for me to still be here. I still have a purpose here. I think I know it. At least part of it.

I'm here to share my story. I'm here to share the good I see in every day. I'm here to live.

I'm alive to live.

And so are you.

Be alive. Wake up to wake up. Laugh, cry, sing, dance. Feel everything, sadness, joy, grief, shame, love. Watch the sunrise and live to see it set again. Then do it all again. And again.

Be alive to live.

Today I sat on a beach and watched the sunrise with the love of my life. For the first time in almost two years it wasn't tainted by the possibility of being my last. Instead the sun rose on the first day of my future. It's the first one of a lifetime of new days. Sunrises are no longer a symbol of bitter relief. Now they represent the promise of tomorrow.

I am beyond grateful to be alive. Since my diagnosis I was so sure I wouldn't make it. I had so little hope. Now my voice can shift from the cries of a fighter to the laughter of a survivor.

I am a survivor. Those are words I never dreamed of speaking.

Thank you to everyone who followed my journey. Thank you for your love, your support, and your endless compassion. Without this community my story would be very different.

Remember, "no matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful. That one day, we'll look back at where we started and be amazed by how far we've come."

Until next time.

Your friend, B

#BRUHHHH #The fact that I can make this post #is insane #I'm a survivor baby! #cancer #cancer survivor #cancer patient #cancer awareness #cancer patients #heythereimb #technoblr #technoblade #dsmp techno #techno #dream smp #techno support #technodad

[technoblade-updates]

Techno’s mods have posted an update in Technocord. The server will remain intact but since the mods can’t inherit the ownership they need to continue running the server, it will remain locked.

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A cropped screenshot of a Discord message by hannahpeyton. It reads “@/everyone

Hi technocord! We are so sorry for leaving you guys in the dark for so long. We weren't sure what we were going to do with this server, and we were also working on stuff behind the scenes to try to make everything work.

Sadly, we can't bring you good news. We have been in contact with Discord, and other higher ups, and we aren't able to transfer ownership to any of the mods. We don't have the perms we need to successfully run this server on our own. And I'm sure as many of you can imagine, it is hard to continue modding a server with no direction from Techno himself, as there was a lot of stuff he did for us behind the scenes.

We are very saddened by this. The other mods and I have talked to so many people, and did everything we could to make things work. We love this community with our whole hearts.

➡️ We will however be keeping the server up, so all of Techno's old messages will still be around, and you can come back anytime you want to reminisce even though the channels will remain locked. ⬅️

Thank you for your patience during all of this. Techno's community is very strong and we appreciate all of the love and support that's been given through the years. Techno's memory will forever live on. We would love to see your favorite memories from the discord shared on twitter with #technoneverdies. Feel free to use this hashtag anytime you wanna share memories, or talk about how much you miss our favorite Minecraft Pig. :technoheart:

Techno mods are officially signing off. Thank you for everything. Stay safe out there. We love you.

- hanna, jabber, david, jillian, and sky

:techno7:”.

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#technoblade #mcyt #image id #no id in alt text

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Add Some Spirit in To Better Cheer It!

@thesilentbard @lavendarlily @Silverwing013

We've Got Spirit, Yes We Do! We've Got Spirit’s, More Than Two! We’ve Got Enough Spirits, To Beat The Shit Out Of You!

Paulina had had her curiosities peaked back when Ember McLain, oh my GOD, and the strange pirate child had abducted all their parents. The weirdo trio were not as pathetic as they often acted.

Sure that goth girl -why? Does that girl still think those clothes somehow look good? Ew- was always known to be fit and whatnot, but Paulina hardly cared about that stuff. Strength didn’t equal balance or grace. There was nothing graceful about the goth, the techy, or the freak.

Or so she had thought.

All three moved so well during that invasion, sure it could have been dumb luck, or whatever. But now she was sure it wasn’t.

Freaky Fenton had just done a triple backflip spring off of a wall and into a tree… He did it like it was nothing. Now he’s staring down at her from the tree, with her staring up at him from the base of the tree.

All she had been doing was working on clothing design sketches, she hadn’t expected someone to come bolting out across car roof tops; much less the Fenton boy of all people. She blinks at him before putting her hands to her cheeks, “that was a-mazing, oh mi god!”.

Fenton physically winces, “we’re… having a race”.

Both of them glancing up at the roof tops when a motorcycle zooms by, that greasy-haired -ew- biker ghost flipping them off, “ha! Suck on the distraction, dipshit!”. Fenton standing up on the tree branch without so much as a wobble and sticking his hands out to the side, “go crash into a wall!”.

Paulina shakes her head out, “you were racing a motorcycle on foot?”. That shouldn’t be possible right? Oh whatever, Fenton doesn’t even wobble when he bends down to look at her again.

She’s decided.

She must have him.

“Uh. He gave me a head start? A head start I totally wasted”.

She pouts at him, this was such a waste! “If you can move like that why are you wasting it so much. That’s not cute you know”.

“Paulina, do you think I give a single fruity fuck?”.

Then the Manson girl comes sliding down a pipe from the rooftop, the techno one following while fiddling with a pda.

Oh this was just perfect! She could fill up so many holes!

Jumping up and pointing at both teens, startling them a little, the tech actually walking into Manson’s back.

Poor awareness, but she could work on that.

Paulina making sure to put on a pretty pout, the kind that makes her eyes twinkle, “you absolutely must join the cheer squad!”.

“Hell no”.

“A group filled with cute girls? Count me in!”.

Paulina skips over and pinches the techno one’s ear, “no, bad, teammates are off limits”.

Danny groans from the tree, flopping over on the branch, “you’re talking like this is already decided”.

She turns her head back to the boy, oh silly silly boy, “it is”, and nods curtly to herself. Who were they to deny her? She was moving them up in the world, they should feel honoured.

Manson walks over to Fenton, without even looking at Paulina, how rude. “Says who? You? Like miss shallow puddle? As if. And shut up, Tucker”.

Riiiight. That was the techno one’s name. Silly her. Well why would she bother remembering the names of the lower class? Though if they were going to be her teammates, she should at least try…

Fenton drops out of the tree, humming, “will it get me out of Tetslaufs stupid sports class?”. The goth sounds mad, “Danny! Don’t humour her and her shit!”.

Paulina huffs cutely, “oh let him, I don’t know why you’re not. I’m-”, putting a dainty hand to her chest, “-asking… you-”, gesturing around at the goths… everything, “-to join the cheer team. A privilege”.

The goth snarls, “take your privilege and shove it”.

The tech-Tucker pouts, it’s not a good look. She’s going to have to work on that with him. “Aw but Sam, being surrounded by cute girls sounds very privileged to me”.

“You disgust me”.

Paulina doesn’t not agree with that… he was a creep. But he was a creep that could nearly walk down a rooftop pipe without looking where he’s going or wobbling. Huffing softly at the techno boy before looking to Fenton, “of course, Testlauf will do anything for the team. The cheer squad keeps the jocks happy and entertains everyone, she loves us”, humming, “and Lancer loves cheerleading too”.

Fenton makes a few faces, “right, he used to cheer. Very weird”, leaning back and groaning, “he’ll be thrilled about this, damn it”.

Oh that’s right! Mr. Lancer -most boring teacher evar- had a major soft spot for Fenton. Why? Who knows. She doesn’t care. “Well then do it for him”, fluttering her eyelashes at him when he looks back to her, “pwetty pwease?”.

Sam groans and buries her head in her hands, “we’re doomed”.

Fenton sighs, eyes Manson who glares at him, eyes Tucker who raises and lowers his eyes brows creepily (ew); and sighs again. “Ugh, fine. Why am I like this?”.

Sam smacks him, “dumbass”, then glares at Paulina and crosses her arms, “fine. You win. Happy?”.

Paulina beams at the goth, giggling happily, “yes, very much”.

Dash was going to freak, she can’t wait. She ignores Tucker doing… some kind of ‘dance’ thing. It’s creepy, it’s embarrassing, it’s pathetic. She almost regrets incubating him, almost, but she will make it work!

Paulina practically skips over the Star, “girl you will never guess what”. Star smiles softly at her, so Paulina continues, “that weirdo trio? Yeah totally agile. Like balancing in a tree agile”, putting a hand to her chest, “and I wasn’t going to waste that so guess who’s joining the team?”.

Star gasps, scandalised, “You didn’t”.

Paulina giggles, “I did”.

“No”.

“Yes”.

“Oh mi Zone girl”.

“I know right?”.

Star giggles, “Dash is going to cry”.

Paulina nodding back rapidly with a bell-like laugh, “totally”, waving a hand around, “that Tacket, I think that’s right, is still creepy though, so like, ew”.

“Well no one would date him anyway, so whatever”, Star pushing Paulina’s shoulder gently, “you finally snagged miss ookie spookie, got her to cave instead of being all ‘I am to dark for that’. She’s been perfect cheer material since we were kids!”.

Paulina pouts, that had always bothered her, she had tried many times to get the goth but she finally won! “I know! It was so sad”, pouting more, “there’s no way we can get her to pretty up tho, dios mio”.

Star grins and wiggles, “think we could get Fenton to pretty up”.

Paulina gasps in shock, “don’t make me even picture him in a dress! He has way too much muscle for that! Even if he is still skinny”.

Mr. Lancer startles her a little. Not that she lets him see that. “So I heard you girls recruited Daniel?”. Star jumps a little though.

Paulina turning a blinding smile on the teacher, “yup! He flipped into a tree without even stumbling! I was suuuuuuper impressed!”.

Mr. Lancer blinks and grins, “I’m not even a little surprised by that, good for the team”, grin growing, “hopefully we’ll win cheer state this year”.

Hmpf. The only reason they didn’t last year was because of stupid Emilie, Ellen-high had found a diamond with that girl. Why couldn’t she go to Casper-high instead. Rude. Well whatever, at least no one on of her team was some druggie loser.

… even if the whole weirdo trio were total freaks.

Paulina is almost squirming with joy waiting for the weirdos to show up, the rest of the team can obviously tell she’s excited; which obviously means there’s new members.

Or she was dating someone new, which she obviously was not. She’s preparing for fashion school after all! She has better things to do than boys. Such a sad thing for so many silly boys.

The doors open, the trio walks in, and Casey huffs, “um why are they here?”.

Paulina grins, rounding on Manson, “throw Fenton at the basket ball hoop”.

Sam grins meanly, grabbing Fenton, “now that you don’t have to ask twenty times for”, and hurls Danny at the hoop. He just twists in the air to land on top of the hoop part in a crouch and pouts at Paulina.

Paulina turns back to her cheerleaders, and hums proudly, “see?”.

Bailey puts a hand over her mouth and squeals, “oh my Zone! We are so winning state side!”, running over and poking a slightly wide-eyed Tackor?, “and I totally saw you juggling a laptop! You can so totally lift me!”, putting a hand to her chest, “I only weigh one hundred pounds”.

All of the cheer team responding in unison, “you need to eat more”. Making Bailey squirm, she was much too skinny there was no way it was healthy; and Paulina was having none of that on her watch. Thin may be pretty but bones were not. Plus! You need energy to be pretty and to cheer.

Though there was that one skeleton ghost with stellar hips. But that’s a ghost. Very different.

Manson rolls her eyes at Bailey, “and I agree with all of them”. Bailey pouts more. Mason sighs, “I… have tons of healthy recipes if you care”.

Paulina grins to herself and multiple girls giggle. The goth would come around yet. Plus Bailey looks to actually think about it. Good. Oh yes, very good.

Teckur grins, whispering, “this is gonna be awesome”; Manson swats him over the head.

Fenton flings himself down off the hoop, landing in an easy crouch and sauntering over. If he was a girl and had good hips…. “Okay so look”, making a weird gesture with his hands at them, “I may have done one too many feats of skill, one too many times”.

Sam quirks an eyebrow towards the boy, “‘may have’? Danny?”.

Danny rolls his eyes back, “shush you”, looking back at the cheer team, “and yeah, maybe I just want out of Testlauf’s Hell class. So anyways, hi”, pointing at his face, “Danny. Not Daniel or Fenton”, pointing at Manson, “Sam, not Sammy or Samantha or Manson”, pointing at Tracker, “Tuck or Tucker, not Foley”.

So maybe they didn’t love being called by last names. Fair enough, and she had decided she’d at least try. But did Tucker have to have such a weird name? ‘Tuck’ could be like tuck and roll though so maybe….

Sammy was sooooo much cuter than Sam though, but Samantha was just an old lady name; who names their kid that? Ew.

And Danny was Danny. She only really called him by his last name because the football boys did. Because Dash and Kwan did.

Paulina turning to the team, “okay girls, let’s show the newbies how it’s done”.

What follows is a lot of practice jumps, flips, lifts, simple tosses, splits (that Tuckar winces over), and precisely one double down. It takes almost nothing to convince Tacker and Danny to get involved; even it the techno geek had pouted after being told the girls wore shorts under their skirts (ew), at least Danny smacked him. Then, eventually, Mans-Sam sighed and joined In.

Watching the three of them do a three person human tower, or physically throw each other around seemingly carelessly was a bit scary to everyone though. The level of trust was so adorable! But no way was she letting Danny throw someone twenty feet in the air and having them land on just one of his hands, that would probably get them banned from competitions.

Tracer’s reaction time was no where good enough to be thrown by anyone else though, her having watched Sam intentionally let him land on his butt more than once. Chelsea got kicked in the face and was going to complain about the bruise for weeks, Paulina would too. Very little was worse than a scuffed up, banged up, face; the horror. Danny was going to have to work on getting banged up less, it was so not pretty; he was a boy though so he could get away with it more.

Sam also kept pretending she wasn’t going to even try to provide support or catch and just would not stop frowning… except when someone messed up. She was not going to be great for moral.

Danny though, Danny would be their Emilie… so long as he watched his obviously weirdo strength. Anyone who could lift Charlie one-handed was to be feared. Charlie was charmed, which was bad, Paulina had to glare at the blushing startled poor girl. But also, Danny weighed nothing, actually nothing. Her mom’s crockpot weighed more! He got the same lecture from everyone as Bailey. He blamed his ‘ecto-contamination’ thing, she didn’t believe it, he threatened to eat eighteen mighty meaty hamburgers a day to prove it…

Paulina’s pretty sure that was not physically possible for someone to do. Like, evar.

But he looked like he meant it (he did, he did not gain weight. The second to the top of the tower position was very officially his).

Paulina claps her hands together after about two hours, “okay, great work everyone”, pointing at Danny with a playful smirk, “you can be anything, cool right, totally. Flyer, base, or spotter”, pointing at Tuller? Tucker? Tucker, “you are banned from being a flyer”, pointing at Manson, “and you’re too mean to be a spotter”. Sam flips her off, so unlady-like. Ugh.

Chelsea huffs, crossing her arms, “if Tucker is ever a flyer, I’m quitting”. Earning more than a few giggles and laughs.

Tucker shrugs, “I think I’m good staying on the ground”. Sam glaring, “and I’ll beat you into it if you even try hiding all the uniforms shorts”. Ticker glances away like he actually thought about that, so ew so so ew. Paulina’s putting in an order for spare shorts. Ew.

Star finally, hurry up gurl!, shows up, “speaking of uniforms-”.

Multiple squealing girls interrupt her to run over and hug her; Manson fake gags. Tuck just looks uncomfortable, right didn’t they date for a while? As pity or something? Not that Paulina actually remembers that, since a ghost possessed her body to date Danny. So freaky, so ew, so not worth thinking about. At least he didn’t get awkward around her because of that, hmpf.

After Star’s done patting all the girls aand doing hugs, “okay okay, I love yall too! But we have things to address”. The group gives her room and she eyes Danny and Tucer, “so what are you boys wearing?”.

Sam snorts, “if you think these two idiots are getting away scot free for dragging me into this, forget it. They’re wearing the normal, skirt included, uniform”, waving a hand, “besides, it’s not like they’ve never cross-dressed before”.

Everyone, which was fair because what?, give the two boys weird judgy looks.

Tuck sputters, gross, “hey! That was because you wanted someone to pretended to be you so you could run away to the circus! And I rocked it, I’ll have you know!”.

“Purple is not your colour”.

Tuck makes more ugly faces.

Olivia tilts her head, “but she’s pale and you’re dark, how would that have ever worked?”. Getting three, “people are blind”, replies in return.

Paulina could agree with that, boys especially were very blind; that’s what made them so much fun to tease!

Casey snickers, one hand over her mouth, “so we’re going to get the boys in skirts. Ha”. Sam pointing at her, “hey, clothes have no gender”. Casey rolling her eyes, “riiiight, toootally”, and snickering more.

Danny chuckles, “hey I’m pretty sure last time I went to one of Vlad’s stupid galas in a ball-gown in an attempt to embarrass him, I got more compliments than he did business offers”.

Olivia blinks, “you go to galas with the, like, super rich mayor”.

Danny raises an eyebrow, giving the girl one of those ‘are you dumb’ looks. Paulina’s confused too though, “well yeah? He’s my uncle? I co-own all his businesses? I’m the only recipient on his will?”.

“YOU’RE RICH!”.

Paulina is shook.

Shocked.

How and why?

Sam face-palms, “oh my Zone, really?”, sighing and giving everyone a very judgy, mean popular girl worthy, smile, “how have you not realized that? Even his parents are rich, not Vlad rich but whatever. Heck, all of us are filthy stinkin’ rich”.

“WHAT!”.

“Then why do you hang around with the lower class?”.

“Shouldn’t you be all popular then?”.

“Why don’t you, you know, brag about your money? I’d brag”.

“So you all dress this way by choice?”.

Tuck bends over laugh wheezing, “wow! Honest or what!”.

Danny putting a hand to his chest, “hey, I like my dumpster-chic. It’s comfy and it’s makes Vlad’s left eye do that twitchy thing”.

Casey looks pleased, “wow, you are so petty. I like it”. Danny gives her a goofy thumbs up.

Sam points a thumb at Danny, “the only expensive clothes he wears is tactical Kevlar”.

“Well it’s very good to have, you know, in case I get abducted to be hunted for sport in the wilderness again”.

Bailey blinks, “Again?”.

Right, Paulina kinda forgot that Danny had had a very weird life, and really weird things just kept happening to the boy. This was totally another weird thing in his mind, the lesser class could never appreciate a good thing… even if they weren’t really lower class or whatever. If they didn’t want to be assumed to be lower class then they would act like they were! Hmpf.

Sam sighs, “to get this out of the way, nice to know how little your type pay attention to us, I’m the only heiress of the Manson family fortune since nana Ida hates my parents so they’ll get nothing from her. Tucker is the only descendent of a very wealthy Egyptian Pharaoh that actually looks like said Pharaoh meaning he gets the money. And Danny’s Danny, the weird hyper-fixation of one of the wealthiest men on the planet”.

Danny does jazz hands, “go me! Woo!”, putting a hand to his chest, “we’re rich and we’re hot”.

Sam and Tuck joining it, “they want our money and our bodies”.

At least that gets them some laughs.

Looks and body fitness was, like, ninety-nine percent of cheer after all. So of course she was absolutely after them for their bodies. Wealth never hurt though!

Star shakes her head, before smacking her fist into the palm of her hand, “right, you guys totally haven’t met the team pets yet, have you?”, looking to Paulina, “they totally haven’t right?”.

Paulina almost forgot about that! If Danny was like his freak folks she’d be worried, and she totally needs something to help her ignore them being rich but too silly to be smart about it. Flaunt it! What is wrong with them??! “Nope!”.

Tic tilts his head, “since when did the cheerleaders have pets?”.

Paulina waves him off, “oh only since the last big game, they just showed up and they’re close enough to ravens that we claimed them. Even if they talk funny”. Chelsea could nevar figure out what they were saying half the time, it was so cute.

Danny makes a face, “so that’s a yes to them being ghosts and a no to any of them being a green dog”. Sam smacks him, “oh you’d just love it if it was your stupid puppy”.

Charlie squealing and running over, “you have a puppy! Show me right now!”. Paulina smiling to herself as basically everyone crowds around the weird boys phone. Cujo was absolutely adorable, very green, but adorable with its little floppy tongue and big eyes.

Star laughing, “okay okay, adorable dog, but it’s decided that we’re sticking with everyone wearing the standard uniform, yeah?”.

Sam’s ‘yes’ is mean. Tuck’s is pitiful. Danny’s gets followed up by a finger snap and wink.

And then everyone pulls out their phones to bombard the trio with pictures of the vultures. They just had so many silly ones!

Danny bursts out laughing, falling over, Tuck right behind; even Sam bends over laughing. Sam explaining while the boys die on the floor, “how! How did you! Did you guys! Adopt Vlad’s minions?!”, the goth is actually tearing up, “oh this was worth showing up for”.

Basically all of the team shouts, “THEY BELONG TO THE MAYOR!?!”.

Danny cackles, “oh they’re gonna be so mad! What? Did they get bombarded by Vlad’s obsession with the Packers one too many times? Ha!”.

A grinning Casey just eggs them on, “yes actually. They were curious about the sport, the guys liked their merciless bites, we think they’re better than a raven fursuiter; they didn’t get a say”.

Harley waving a hand, “oh whatever, they keep showing back up anyways so it’s fucking mutual”.

Danny pushes himself up, making Tuck flop over on his side still laughing, “I have absolutely used each and every one of those fez wearing fucks as a piñata”.

Most of the girls swat at him, “stop that!”. Good, they’re bonding. This might work yet.

(The later meeting of weirdo trio and three fez wearing vultures did go less than well. The vultures threatened to peck out Danny’s eyes? He threatened to use their feathers as pillow stuffing. Tuck openly debated how they’d taste with bbq sauce, ew; he was scolded utterly. Sam just glared. The vultures were offended by the weirdo trio joining the team, the team -Paulina- defended their reasonings, Danny gave the vultures noogies, they seemed to accept their fate. Paulina felt very proud of herself).

Ms. Testlauf bursts in, in the manly way she does, with the foot ball team following her, “now this I had to see for myself! You tell me those two pip-squeaks actually agreed to do something physical?!?”. Multiple guys are jeering as well, because of course they are. Tuck scrambles up out of clear fear.

While Danny is busy waving awkwardly Paulina saunters over to Dash and Kwan, who look just so confused, “so? Apparently everyone is still wearing skirts and halter tops”.

Kwan beams, “rock on. The tank tops and men’s shorts ones look awful”. Paulina nodding readily, “I know right?”. Dash actually pouts, “how could you do this to me, Paulie?”; she only giggles at him.

His little ‘crush’ might not mean anything to her here but she will absolutely use this as an excuses to help make a cute little couple. So adorable. Danny would be absolutely swimming in Dash’s varsity jacket.

Testlauf crossing her arms at Paulina obviously wanting her to just get on with it, so Paulina sighs, looking back to her team, weirdo trio included, “alright everyone, time to show off, and I mean everyone you three”. All three groan dramatically. At least they knew how to overact so that people can actually see their faces from thestands. Pointing at the three, “do that really scary double single handed rewind toss”.

Sam and Tuck doing backflips to land in Danny’s separate hands, then he physically throws both of them up in the air, them landing together on one of his hands, each with one hand interlocked letting them both lean sideways. Very illegal. So dangerous. So worth it.

Testlauf points at Danny, “I am mad with you”, while all the boys shout and cheer much at the now blushing teens embarrassment. Adorable. Multiple jocks laugh about how Danny could probably, throw them; Dash looks like he wants to scream.

Sam grumbling as she falls down into a handstand before upright again, “yeah well, I still say black would be a better uniform for a team called the Ravens”.

“Dios mi, never!”.

Testlauf huffing, “why do you never show this skill, pathetic”.

“Don’t like sports”.

“Gym being mandatory is a waste of my free time, I exist out of spite”.

“The entire notion of a graded gym class and the high value placed on physical capability is inherently ableist”.

Testlauf growls at them, they smirk back. Paulina shoos them to go practice/show off with the rest of the team, since their agility and whatever had been shown already. Her then elbowing Star, whispering while eyeing Dash, “you should totally go get some of the spare uniforms”, and wiggles her eyebrows at the other girl.

Star giggles, “oh totally”, and waves meanly at Dash as she heads over to the gym storage closet. Meanwhile, Bailey lands on Tuck’s head, Charlie having to catch both of them; Testlauf barking out a laugh at them.

Paulina nodding at the third successful tik tok move in a row, clapping her hands together as Star pops out of the storage closet with a wide grin, “alright, take five. A few someone’s need to put on a fashion show”. That gets a ton of cheering from the team, the jokes whistle… only the weirdo trio stays silent. Star walking the outfits over to them and shoving them to their respective changing rooms; Sam literally growling the whole time. That girl was such a freak, but she was the teams freak now.

The jocks all start elbowing Dash and laughing at him as soon as the trio are all out of sight; Dash actually shouting, “Damn It Fentwink!”.

All three come back out, wearing the uniforms; Sam looks sooooo pissed that Paulina has to giggle at her with one hand daintily over her mouth to ‘pretend’ she’s trying not to laugh. Tuck is trying to act like he’s rocking it but it’s… alight she guesses? Danny… just looks like he’s used to wearing it, it fits him way too well for a boy.

Dash buries his face in his hands and groans, cheeks a bright pink.

That silly boy was soooo screwed.

(Dash was, in fact, screwed. He stood precisely zero chance against Danny in a cheerleading outfit)

Then Paulina sees Sam see Dash’s blush and the goth grins meanly, “never mind, best worst decision ever”. Seems tormenting a Jock and his silly little crush was all it took to get the goth on board. Good. And incredibly cute. Sam smacking Danny on the back, “go get ‘em, tiger”.

“Sam the only thing I’m gonna get is Vlad trying to get me into college football cheer leading”.

Tuck pouting, “what about me?”.

“I hope an actual tiger is all you get”.

Tacker shrugs, “I mean, if they’re actually a fursuiter…”; multiple people smack him.

Sadly, poor girl, Olivia actually asks, “what’s a fursuiter”. With everyone shouting, “NO!”, at Tuck; Tatslauf laughing loudly.

Fez-wearing Vulture no.1 lands down on Vlad’s desk, “ya shoz watch te next Cazper game”. Vlad barely acknowledges his minion, “as much as I would love to support the locals that have taken you lot in like strays and their not so pitiful attempt at my preferred sport, I am still trying to figure out how to get Fizztle’s stock shares somewhat legally”.

The vulture inspects its claws, “Phantom’z in itz”.

Vlad stops immediately, Daniel was participating? In football? When? Why? How even? Could he use game talk as a bonding experience now? Standing up and pushing the papers aside, “change of plans, there’s a game I clearly must show my support for. I am the mayor after all, and foot ball is a very important sport for voter support and good faith”.

“Yaz, surez. Ya tellz ya self that”.

“I will incinerate you”.

“Ha! I’d like to see’vez youz try!”. Vlad does try it, Vulture no.1 flees, “hmpf. That team treatz uz far better than yaz”. Vlad just rolls his eyes at that.

(Vlad was baffled and utterly filled with disappointed disbelief when Daniel waved to him in a cheer leading outfit. Vulture no. 1 looking very smug from one of the cheerleaders arms, Vulture no.3 looked more murderous when the gunner threw It at the opposing teams costumed mascot.

Vlad spent almost as much time watching the cheer routine, that was needlessly dangerous, as he did watching the actual game. Apparently the crowd loved that even Daniel and that techno friend of his were wearing the female uniform, Vlad had been more so wondering how to explain this to investors someday. The potential bonding with his vulture minions was a net positive, of course.

Daniel also still somehow managed to get hit by a football, him not dropping the brunette girl during that was at least somewhat impressive though. The star quarterback though…. kept fumbling the ball every time he looked the cheer teams way…. young men and their ever distracting crushes messing their lives up. Vlad would place money on the teens ‘crush’ being a member of Daniel’s little group, since being the star player meant he wasn’t normally like this, Vlad pities the boy immensely.

The Raven’s absolutely do not wind up winning, but Vlad could tell the boys were all teasing the quarterback mercilessly; Daniel’s goth friend starts a fist fight with Vulture no.2. But both teams cheer teams all swarm Daniel’s little trio with clear praise. Good, his little heir deserves to bask in praise, regardless of it being from cheering and wearing a skirt… and teaming up with the peons who stole his minions).

End.

Prompts: After a display of physical prowess, Sam gets recruited to the cheer squad. This might be the best, worst thing that's ever happened. Who knew Danny Fenton was so agile? Paulina makes it her personal mission to get him on the cheer squad. The ghostly vulture trio heard enough about the Packers and got curious about the sport, next thing they knew…they've been adopted in by the Casper High football team and cheerleaders.

#danny phantom #phandom #phic phight #phicphight24 #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #paulina #star #vulture ghosts #referneced swagger bishe #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth

[fallen-elytrian]

“Phil,” Kristin said gently, “we have to do this”

He was still in awe of seeing her. Seeing her like this, in a physical body, so small, so fragile. But this was Her. He could see it when he looked into Her eyes. They held the knowledge of the starts in them. He would always trust Her. He knew she was right.

She tugged down on her hat, “it’s going to be okay.” He had to smile a bit, watching the black veil fall over Her face. Of course She managed to still keep Her hat and all its decorations intact, even in this form. She stepped forward, and was swallowed by the vortex of stars.

Peering over the edge, Phil couldn’t help but think the portal looked a lot like Her eyes. At first you think it’s an empty void, but if you look closer, there’s more to it than that. It’s not black, but a deep purple. There isn’t nothingness, but actually small pinpricks of light. Looking into the portal was comforting, in a way.

But even still, he edged back from the vortex. She said they didn’t have a lot of time, and he knew that. He knew She wouldn’t have come here unless it was absolutely necessary. But he wanted to hold back, to delay, to put this off a little longer.

He wanted to hope.

Techno had been gone on this most recent trip of his for months now. And Phil didn’t mind! He tried not to. He missed him, sure. And some days he missed him so bad it hurt. Like an ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away. But it was manageable, because Techno always came back.

Except apparently they were out of time. Something big was coming, something that even She couldn’t protect them from. And maybe Techno already caught wind of it. He’s smart, he’s resourceful. Knowing him, perhaps he heard about it and already started planning. Maybe even sent a note that Phil simply hadn’t received yet.

Phil knew this, he knew his friend. But that didn’t stop him from worrying. He just wanted to know. Just wanted confirmation that Techno was safe. It was selfish of him, he knew, but he desperately wanted to leave a few of his crows behind. So that if Techno came back, they could warn him. Tell him to get out fast.

A few of the crows in question landed on his shoulders and the brim of his hat. They chattered and cooed softly. One of them nibbled on his ear. He brought a finger up to stroke their feathers, not having the heart to reprimand them. He knew this was chats way of comforting him. And it’s not like Phil doesn’t always send crows after Techno, just in case. If something was wrong, one of them would return.

Alas, Phil supposed he had spent enough time stalling. He spared one last glance around the room. There had been a lot of good memories here. Ones he would hold onto for the rest of time. What he wouldn’t give for all of them to be gathered at this table, one last time.

Phil took a deep breath. He had kept them waiting long enough. He closed his eyes, taking a step forward, bracing himself for the free-fall.

Only to jerk back at the sound of a blessedly familiar baritone, “and where do you think you’re going, old man?”

“Techno!” Phil whirled around, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of his longtime friend. He rushed forward, barreling into the piglin and and burying his face into his fur.

“Mate it’s so good to see you,” Phil choked out, trying to shove down the lump in his throat, “I was afraid you weren’t going to make it in time”

Techno hummed, a deep rumble in his chest, “well, the voices were gettin’ pretty loud about some world ending even I had to get back for. They seemed pretty excited about it, so I decided to head back”

Phil laughed, pulling back slightly, “it’s a good thing you’re here. Kristin showed up. Here, at the server. Something big is coming, mate. Something She can’t even protect us from. We have to get out of here.”

“Come on then, old man. It’d be pretty cringe if we didn’t get out in time on account of your sentimentality,” Techno chuffed

Phil squawked, heading back to the table, “oí, sorry I was happy to see you, you brute. It’s your fault for leaving so long”

Techno stepped up to the edge with him, “hmm. Perhaps you have a point. We can talk about it after we survive our third apocalypse.”

Phil chuckled despite himself, peering over the edge again, “come on now Techno, I was really worried you weren’t gonna make it back in time”

Techno looked into the portal, narrowing his eyes a bit, “you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.”

“Besides,” Techno shifted, glancing over at him, “I promised you the world, Philza,” he continued, extending his hand, “I intend to make good on that promise”

“Well mate,” Phil chuckled, gladly taking it in his own, “to hell and back, then”

And they stepped through the portal together

#i wrote this immediately after the lore #In a fevered state #it’s not proofread #this is just my love letter to the syndicate finale #i do fully believe c!techno is alive #of course they couldn’t show that #but he’s alive #he went through the portal with them #i think this is was we simply couldn’t see #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp lore #dsmp lore #dream smp lore spoilers #dsmp lore spoilers #syndicate lore #syndicate lore finale #emerald duo #emerald duo dsmp #emerald duo Dream smp #emerald duo my beloved #philza minecraft #philza dream smp #philza dsmp #technoblade #technoblade dream smp #technoblade dsmp #c!emeralds #my writing #dream smp fictive

[squishycheekanon]

Now hear me Out... The techno's reactions to us being like a single parent or something before Meeting them? And possibly Meeting the child?

Bad idea or Not?

Techno x singlemom!Reader

Drabble

Techno wouldn’t care. He’d love your kid just as much as he loved you, they are simply an extension of you. Techno would be there for anything you needed, babysitting, dentists appointments for the kid. You remember that one time where you were stuck at work and there’d been an incident at school, he was the first one you called, he rushed over and set things straight instantly defending your child.

You came home to him playing with, let’s say your son, Apollo. Techno making aeroplane noises as his large hand moved the toy plane around in the air while your six year old son giggled loudly and excitedly.

Your heart was warmed and you felt your eyes stinging with tears at the sight. When you first met Techno you had tried hard to avoid him, not wanting to date anyone since the let down of Apollo’s father. When he left due to you getting pregnant it was a giant kick to your self esteem. You hadn’t felt worth it anymore and honestly not the most attractive either.

So when Techno persued you, you almost couldn’t believe it. Even when you had rejected him out of fear, he continued to court you coming into the diner where you worked and watching you with a smile while you served others. All he thought about was persuading you to quit so you’d never have to serve other people again. He had more than enough money to support you if you’d simply let him.

Finally, after a few months of him flashing his gorgeous pearly whites at you and making you feel all giddy with the sweet nicknames and phrases he spouted with that monotonous voice of his, you relented and let him take you on a date. You were shy and a bit withdrawn still, fussing over yourself and worrying about how you looked.

He eased them, ‘you look ravishing darlin’, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and your fussing ceased. He took you to a nice restaurant, wining and dining you like he had been promising he would. The whole night was actually going well and he’d managed to get you to relax enough to enjoy yourself until the babysitter called saying she had an emergency and she had to leave as soon as possible.

You obviously started rushing away, apologising profusely as you did. Techno chucked some money on the table and ran after you. He caught up to you and offered you to drive you home, after not being able to hail a cab you relented, he was your ride after all. The drive home was tense, you were so scared to tell him about your son not that you were embarrassed by him, not at all. You knew you’d done a good job raising him, but you knew the stigma around single moms and from past experiences when guys had asked you out only to back out when they’d found out you had a kid.

You didn’t want it to happen again, not after the lovely evening you had had and particularly not after the feelings that were growing for the man driving you home tonight.

You’d arrived, thanking him sufficiently with a kiss on the cheek for good measure before exiting the car rather quickly. You were so busy running away that you completely missed Techno’s worried expression, his softened eyes, and him getting out of the car to follow you.

As you unlocked the door, Sophia was pulling on her coat with a sad look on her face. “Do you have to go? We haven’t done story time yet!” Apollo whined.

“How about doing it with me buddy?” You smiled as your son’s eyes lit up at the sight of you home early, a rare occasion when you were working indeed.

“Mommy!” He squealed happily running into your arms. He hugged you tightly as you kissed his cheek. “Who’s that?” Apollo’s question had you turning around to see Techno staring down at you from where you were crouched.

“Sorry I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He apologised, smiling softly at the little boy who gave him a small wave.

That was around four month ago, since then your relationship with Techno had evolved and his bond with Apollo had grown so much. You never thought you’d have this, this safety net, this love. And yet as you watched Techno play aeroplanes with Apollo all you felt was love.

#singlemom!reader #squishycheekanonanswer #asks are appreciated #beefy!techno #dad!techno #squishysneekpeaks