Someday Youll Understand - SBI

Someday You’ll Understand - SBI

Here’s an SBI (Techno x GN!Reader and SBI content) blurb I thought about a lot. Happy 200!

Warnings: angst, some strong language, and war

Theme: You and Techno think back on your lives thus far as you give advice to a young Tommy.

Characters: c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Wilbur, Y/N

A/N: This literally took me a week to write fully because I’ve been so burnt out. I hope you all enjoy.

“Y’ever fought other people?” The little blonde asked Y/N and Technoblade, playing ‘war’ with little figures on the floor of the home. The older two shared a look, though it didn’t stop the piglin hybrid from answering anyway.

“Yes, we both have.” 

Y/N couldn’t help but remember. The wars were the worst part of their life, having ripped their friends and family away. The only person that had managed to not be killed or imprisoned and always made their way back was Techno. They fought together countless times, and that’s why they were together as of now.

The first war Y/N had fought in, they were all shaky and would constantly insist that they couldn’t do it. They couldn’t go against people they once called their friends. Of course, Techno didn’t want them dead, and talked them through it. It was the only way.

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? I can’t have you die because you won’t fight. You said you would do this for us, and you can’t back out now. Got it?”

“You don’t understand, Techno! I cared about them- I still do! I’m not like you, I don’t forget about the good things about a person I used to know when they fuck up!” They dropped their sword at their feet and teared up. 

“Look, I get it. You don’t want to hurt them. Unfortunately, Y/N, things aren’t always puppies and rainbows. Look around you! Look at what they’ve done! They tear everyone apart and start wars just to fight for the memory of something that can never be the same. They fight for a place that no longer feels like peace and friendship and freedom. They’re torturing themselves by holding onto that stupid place.” He sighed, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Look, you can either fight for the greater good, or you can turn against me too. What’ll it be?”

Of course they had chosen him. He was the only one to stay true to himself and his word thus far. 

“Y/N, we’re your friends, remember? Why are you fighting alongside the enemy? Don’t you want L’Manberg back?” 

“I don’t plan to fight for something that’s tearing us all apart. I want to see this place in ashes,” Y/N replied, shaking as they swung their sword. They’d been killing old friends all day. They just wanted to go home, but instead they chugged a potion of strength and moved on. 

Little Tommy looked up at his brother, a mix of interest as well as what could possibly be described as sadness crossing his features. “Well, why? Why did you fight?”

Techno sighed, sitting down beside Tommy and picking up one of the figures. “Well, when disagreements form, people like to make it all into a big deal. I made things into a big deal. When you disagree and don’t talk it out, it can lead to fights.” Setting the toy back down, the pink-haired male looks up at Y/N.

“Were you sad?” The blonde boy also looked toward Y/N as they sat beside Techno gently, taking hold of their boyfriend’s hand and sighing softly, a sweet smile taking hold of their features, to avoid the urge to cry. 

“For a while, yeah,” Y/N explained, “so keep your friends and your family close, okay? Make sure you never have to fight with them. Make sure that, when you argue, the first thing you do is talk it out. Okay, Tommy?” 

Tommy nods quickly. “But... why does talking help? Does talking really do anything to avoid getting killed?”

Wilbur walks in quietly, a look of concern on his face, as both Y/N and Techno struggle to come up with an answer that’ll satisfy but not traumatise the little boy. “Dare I ask what’s happening in here, guys?” 

Tommy stands, bounding over to the brunette. “Wil! I was wondering about wars and stuff. Like, you and Techno and Y/N have all fought in wars ‘n stuff, so does talking really work to avoid them?” Wilbur’s expression sours slightly as he picks up his little brother and places him on his hip. 

“Sometimes, but there are occasions where no amount of talking will get you anywhere closer to avoiding it.” 

“Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Tommy. It’ll all be clear to you when you’re older though. Someday... you’ll understand.”

I AM SOFT YOUR HONOUR 💕

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Prompt: Swimming in a lake with Dream!

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1,099

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I wrote this for the lovely @sabinanotfound's 700 event! Please go check her out, her writing is amazing! Congrats again, love <33

Also, I wrote this so quickly but I was really excited

The lake was a deep blue beneath the cloudless, cerulean sky, shimmering beneath the sun with every ripple that disrupted the calm water. An array of green surrounded the area, reflecting so clearly on the water that you felt as though you could reach out and touch it. From behind you stood Clay, whose face glowed beneath the beaming sun. The freckles that dotted his skin were more prominent in the golden light, dusting every feature on his speckled face haphazardly. The sight made you smile in adoration, and you reached out to grab a hold of Clay’s hand.

“We made it!” Your boyfriend declared proudly, giddy once he’d stepped onto the old, creaky dock. Chuckling at his excitement, you gave his hand a light squeeze before letting go to set down your things. Though the wood groaned beneath your feet with every step, you couldn’t help but feel tranquil. Water sloshed gently at the end of the dock, enticing you with every splash beneath the relentless sun. The air was clear and peaceful, sporting an earthy scent every time you inhaled, and a cool breeze swept by every few minutes. Perfect.

You relished in the calm, summer air for as long as you could before you felt Clay wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest with a swift tug. He rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes briefly as he took in his surroundings. Then, he guided your movement so that you had spun around to face him, an intense look in his eyes. You were about to question its origin before you felt Clay’s lips on yours, gentle yet needy nonetheless, and you hooked your arms around his neck in surprise.

After a few moments, you pulled away, (disappointingly) in need of air. Clay’s eyes had softened a bit, now two deep, emerald pools of adoration as he stared at you. “Wow.” Was all you could say, still taken aback by his sudden affection, though you weren’t complaining. With a chuckle, your boyfriend grinned, subtly maneuvering the two of you backwards until you stood at the edge of the dock.

“Wow.” Clay confirmed.

You were just about to reply before you heard the wood creak noisily beneath you, and it was then that you had discovered your boyfriend’s true motive: he was going to push you off of the dock.

“Clay,” you warned sternly, suddenly serious as you raised a brow at an amused Clay, “if you push me off of this dock, I swear I’m gonna-”

But your words were useless; seconds later, you were underwater.

You nearly gasped at the initial chill of the water, though you were quick to adapt to its cool temperature after a few seconds. Once you resurfaced, you immediately heard the sound of Clay laughing even though it came out in brief, quiet wheezes, and you rolled your eyes at his amusement.

“It’s not funny, asshole.” You countered with a whine despite the smile on your face; it was way too difficult to stay mad at your boyfriend, especially when you were already plotting your revenge.

With a smirk, Clay raised his eyebrows, still chuckling as he questioned, “Oh yeah?” You responded with a nod, feeling water trickle down the side of your face as a result of your sudden movement. The shirt that you were wearing was now drenched, shaded a darker hue beneath the water, and you cringed at its wet texture. Feigning discomfort, you outstretched your hands toward the end of the dock, whining as you begged, “Help me out, I’m freezing.”

Unamused, Clay shot you a pointed look as he asked, “You really think I’m gonna fall for that?”

Now pretending to chatter your teeth, you shot your boyfriend a glare, suddenly angry as you ordered, “I’m not joking, Clay. Help me out right now.”

Still suspicious, though concerned nonetheless, Clay inched towards the edge of the dock, reaching out to grab your wet hands. With a sly smile, you were quick to tug him into the lake, laughing as you exclaimed, “Gotcha!” The water splashed beside you, coating your face with a new layer of water as Clay fell in. After a few seconds, your boyfriend resurfaced, shaking his head to rid his hair of its moisture before he threatened, “Oh you’re so gonna get it.”

With a shriek, you swam away from Clay as fast as you could, sensing his body right behind you despite your efforts to escape him. After a few more ineffective seconds of swimming, you felt him grab ahold of your waist, pulling you into his broad frame. Feeling the rush of water pull at your clothed body, you shrieked once you realized there was no escape from your determined boyfriend. With ease, he lifted you partially out of the water, holding you above his head as he wordlessly threatened to toss you.

“Clay!” You squealed, knowing it was pointless, though you still tried to reason with him. With a menacing chuckle, Clay threw your body into the water, flinching away from the splash once you were fully submerged. You resurfaced with a sputter, wiping at your eyes before you pleaded, “Truce!”

“Fine, c’mere.” Once you were able to open your eyes, you shot Clay a pointed look, untrusting of his compliance. “What? I won’t throw you again, I promise.” His words were nearly comical, though you swam over to him regardless, approaching him with great apprehension. After a few, unsure seconds, you latched yourself onto Clay’s body, wrapping your arms around his neck while simultaneously hooking your legs around his waist. He chuckled at the contact, though supported your body nonetheless, holding you close to his chest as he swam around.

“Clay?” You asked softly, pulling away from his neck so you could face him. Redirecting his focus, your boyfriend glanced over at you, humming in reply as he awaited your response.

“I love you.” Your words caused an immediate grin to break out on Clay’s features, and he wrapped his arms further around your waist as he replied, “I love you too.” You wore a content smile, and as Clay inched his face closer towards yours, about to break the gap between the two of you, you saw him smirk before he continued, “But I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”

Before you could question his words, you were launched into the air.

The water splashed beneath your body once you met the surface, and, out of both shock and pure betrayal, you swam to the top angrily.

“You’re dead, Clay!”

~

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Skateboards on a Saturday Night

Warnings: slight injury and some strong language, but I think that’s it! If I miss any, let me know!

Theme: You and Sapnap are skateboarding. Or, well, you’re trying.

Characters: Sapnap, GN!Reader

“You can skateboard?”

The question was brought up when Y/N saw his skateboard, which they hadn’t actually seen before despite having hung out with their boyfriend at his place for quite a while now. 

The male grinned from ear to ear as he held up said board, nodding. “Hell yeah I can! You should totally come out with me. It would be fuuun~!” His voice lilted in a teasing way, and Y/N rolled their eyes, but still stood to follow Sapnap outside. “Just know that, if you fall, I will be laughing at you,” Their boyfriend added, still grinning. 

“If you laugh at me, I’ll chuck the board at your face,” They joked, nudging the dark-haired male in the side with their elbow. He nudged back, then leaned over to put a little kiss on their cheek. 

“I don’t think you will.” The two stepped outside, and Sapnap placed the board on the sidewalk. The sun was already setting pretty fast, so they had limited light. “I’ll show you how to do it first.” He held up a thumbs-up to his partner, then sped up and down the sidewalk with ease. He made it look easy, but Y/N knew for sure it would be difficult for a while. When Sapnap came back up to them and stopped, Y/N wrinkled their nose at him.

“I think you just did all that to show off, mister.” They put their hands on their hips and watched as Sapnap hopped off the board. 

“You know me so well. Anyway, let’s get you up on the board, alright?” Taking one of their hands, Sapnap helps Y/N up. Their legs wobbled, but Sapnap mumbled promises of not letting go, which helped their nerves calm slightly. “Good. Okay. I’m gonna be right next to you the whole time, holding your hand. If you could push off a little to get the board rolling, that would be great.”

“This is so stupid, it feels like this board is gonna fucking break. It’s so thin.” They huffed slightly, but pushed off like they’d been told. They moved slowly, but Y/N broke into a cold sweat anyway. They started to lean more to one side and ultimately fell off, but Sapnap was quick enough to catch them and put them back up on the board.

“It held me up, so it’ll hold you just fine. You’re doing good, Y/N. Just... move your feet further apart, you’re more likely to fall like that.” Slowly, they moved their feet, finding themselves feeling way more balanced already. “Alright, great. Will you rip me a new one if I have you try without holding my hand?”

“Yes.” 

Sapnap chuckled softly but shook his head. “Well, I’m gonna have you do it anyway. I’m gonna let go in a moment, and I want you to try and keep the board going without falling off.”

After a few attempts at this, Y/N’s scraped knees, elbows, and bruised backside ultimately say that they’re done for the day. “I can’t believe you basically put me on the board like one of those people putting dogs on a skateboard. I’ve seen those kinds of videos...” Y/N laughed breathlessly, watching as Sapnap thought about that.

“That gives me an idea. I’ll be right back out.” Before you could object, Sapnap was running back to the building, shouting. “Dream! Dream, I need your cat!”

I got batteries for my keyboard peeps, so I’ll be able to write a bit more frequently again

Yeahhhhhhhhhh what a great thing to see right before bed ^o^

mcdonalds || cc!quackity x reader

note: this is for my two stunning moots @cherios and @ttakinou and im so happy to be a part of this writing event

prompt: “kiss me right now or i will cry in front of this mcdonalds”

pronouns/gender: none mentioned

edited by: @notphilosopherstudentblog 

sat on the curb outside your local mcdonalds, you grab an extra fry from the bottom of the paper bag and place it into your mouth. quackity sat besides you, consuming his own food. the two of you decided to go on a random mcdonalds run at midnight to satisfy your hunger. 

the serene parking lot mixed with the smell of greasy fast food was oddly comforting, something you could never get tired of.  

looking down, you notice the absence of your fries and frown. underneath your breath, you mutter some incoherent words. it was only something along the lines of “i should’ve gotten more”. reaching over, you grab a couple of quackity’s. 

the grains of salt melted and mixed with the starch, creating a savoury and delicious taste that only made you crave for more.

“did you just steal my fries?” “uhh yea- did you not just see what i did?” “what the fuck- we could have just bought you more fries!” “yea, but yours are right here.” “you owe me.” “yea, yea, okay.” “you know what- kiss me right now or i will cry in front of this mcdonalds.” “it was a couple of fries!”

you couldn’t help but be bewildered, which was very obviously displayed on your face. your boyfriend only pouted, tapping his lips for a kiss.

“you’re an idiot.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his lips, causing his lips to turn upwards into a smile. he then stands up, brushing off his pants. 

you only silently question his movements as he reaches a hand out towards you.

“you coming?” “where to?” “get you more fries, of course- unless you don’t want them anymore?” “nonono- let’s go, lead the way.”

he knew you couldn’t resist the salty, savoury fries, and he just wanted to see you happy.

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