"I'm gonna add the new person to the call now," Dream said, quickly sending you a final 'heads-up' message before adding you.
Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity cheered, exited by the idea of getting to meet you for the first time. But George had gone to get water; he had no idea another person was about to be added to the call.
The brit sat down in his chair, putting on his headphones just as an unfamiliar voice filled his ears.
"Hey guys!" The new voice greeted, happy and light. "I'm Y/n."
George nearly spit out his water.
"Y/n is a small streamer I discovered a month ago and I thought that you guys should get to meet them," Dream introduced you.
George still hadn't recovered. "Wait, what? I'm so confused? What's going on?" He was desperately trying to keep the blush off of his face. Your voice- it caught him completely by surprise.
You laughed. Butterflies exploded in his stomach.
"Just watch y/u/n's stream right now. That's me. I'm live right now. Not actually streaming yet, but I'll turn on my camera."
Curious, George typed in your channel name and his breath caught in his throat when he saw your face.
You smiled and waved at the camera. "Hi, George!"
"Hey, y/n."
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The stream continued, and it was great, but one thing made it a little bit awkward; chat. Your chat kept spamming the new ship name they had just created for you and George.
and everyone else had picked up on the way you two would blush at something the other had said.
and if George could quote his brain he would. "They are being fucking assholes" - George's brain
but honestly, it just made him end up laughing. and he got to hear your wonderful laugh, so it was fine :)
Continuing the Voices series, here’s a bit more Kaleidoscope!Last Life brainrot for the soul.
(Disclaimer: Because my brain is an ADHD tire fire, Voices is being written wildly out of order, so this fic actually comes chronologically before the two I previously released, as will the one I’m currently working on. headinhands.)
Followed by:
when I’m far too tired to fall asleep by @lunarblazes
burning remains, light the funeral pyre (breaking it up, ‘cause we’re tearing it down)
branding the truth on a world of liars (please your god and release the hounds)
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gonna turn your vision red
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Eenie meenie minie moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers, let ‘im go!
Eenie meenie minie moe
The rhyme has been repeating itself in Technoblade’s head in a numbing, thought-eating loop since morning. Not, Techno reflects, that there had really been a night, per se. Today is the thirty-first of October: Glaz Osenni, the Eye of Autumn, when the Southern sun slows to a crawl in the sky, leaving only a muddy dusk in the small hours of the morning to serve as “night”. At the other end of the globe, Northerners would be celebrating Hels Night, gathering around the bonfires they light against the approaching months of endless dark and telling tales of the gods and their shadow-selves, a custom Techno always found rather amusing–what use, after all, would a Dark Mirror be to the Blood God? He’s his own shadow-self; a glance in Hels’ mirror would likely reveal nothing but an empty glass, like a fairy-tale wampyr.
Eenie meenie minie moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers, let ‘im go!
Eenie meenie minie moe
It’s driving him insane, and the singsongy little-girl falsetto the Voice is droning in is doing nothing to improve the situation. He wishes it would fucking quit it, already, and go back to baying for blood like usual. That, at least, he is well-practiced at tuning out.
Eenie meenie minie moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers–
“Not exactly tiger territory, mate.”
Techno starts, spinning with a knife in his hand before he even knows it’s there. “One of these days,” he growls, “you are going to sneak up on me at the wrong moment and this knife is going to end up somewhere it shouldn’t, Phil.”
Philza smirks. “If it happens and you somehow manage not to miss, I’ll have earned it. Good thing your aim is bloody atrocious. What the hell was that you were mumbling about catching tigers?”
Gods fucking damn it. He hadn’t even realized he’d started muttering along out loud. “Nothing,” he says. “Do you have a pickaxe handy?”
“Why the blessed, gracious fuck would I be carrying a pickaxe, Techno?”
“Too bad,” Techno grunts, his disappointment only half in jest. “I was hoping to put it through my own skull. Failed in my hour of need by the Angel of Death himself. Remind me again why we’re friends?”
Philza snorts, though his expression is concerned. “Voices kicking up on you, I’m guessing?”
Technoblade nods, rubbing bitterly at his temples. He doesn’t elaborate further–explaining would take too much energy. Not that he has to. He’s never had to explain to Phil, something he’s not yet reached the end of his gratitude for.
“It’s the Midnight Sun,” Phil muses. “This time of year is strange everywhere–but more so for us. The veil is thin. Everything’s amplified.”
Techno supposes that’s true–they’ve made their Empire here long enough to know, by now. But–
Eenie meenie minie moe
Catch a
(spider)
by the toe
If he hollers, let ‘im go!
Eenie meenie minie mo
“Shut up,” he hisses, hands fisting in the hair above his temples.
“Techno, mate,” Philza cajoles softly, laying a hand on Technoblade’s shoulder. “Go to bed.”
Techno takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he counts in-four hold-four out-four the way Philza had taught him back when he’d first told his friend about the Voices, and nods.
Ten minutes later he’s in his bed, with the heavy blackout curtains drawn against the stubborn daylight, and the Voices follow him down into the dark:
Eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers, let ‘im go,
Eenie meenie minie mo
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He’s walking briskly along a path through an evergreen wood. Tall spruces grow thickly along the sides of the path, their dark green needles unburdened by snow or ice. The autumn air is brisk but not bitterly cold–a lovely day for a walk in the woods.
Someone is holding his hand–a little girl of perhaps five or six with candy-pink hair in pigtail braids. He can’t see her eyes. She sings as they walk, a child’s nonsense rhyme, repeated over and over the way children do–except how would he know that? The Blood God was never a child.
“Eeenie meenie minie mo,
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers, let him go,
Eenie meenie minie mo!”
Out of the corners of his eyes he almost thinks he can see eyes watching them, staring from the murky darkness that leads deeper into the woods. Frowning, he draws his sword, but the eyes vanish as soon as he turns to look at them head-on. The little girl giggles.
“They can’t see us, silly,” she says, smiling up at him, though her eyes are still hidden from him. “They can’t see anything anymore.”
“Then they ought to stop staring, oughtn’t they,” he replies, feeling a half-smile rise to his own lips. Why is he smiling at this child? He doesn’t know her.
“They won’t,” she says with a theatrical sigh. “That’s all they know how to do. But they don’t matter. They can’t see, so they can’t play.”
“Play?” Techno asks. “Are we playing, then?”
“Not yet,” the little girl answers with another giggle. “But we’re gonna be. Look!” She points up ahead, to where Techno can see a break in the trees, a clearing at the end of the path.
The little girl lets go of his hand to run ahead, and Techno jogs to catch up. “You shouldn’t run in these woods,” he hears himself say. “You shouldn’t wander off alone.”
(or the spider will get you)
“It’s okay,” she says. “We’re here, see?”
At the center of the clearing is a perfect circle of rough gray stone. An enchanter’s table stands in the middle of the circle, its black volcanic glass surfaces graven with runes that seem to hover just above it, glowing faintly violet in the mellow mid-afternoon sunlight. Men and women stand around the circle in a ring, perhaps fifteen or twenty in all. Their faces are blank, their limbs slack, as though they were sleeping standing up–all but the one standing in the center. This one is quite lively, the hood of his green cloak swept back, though Techno cannot see his face, hidden as it is behind a featureless white porcelain mask.
“There you are,” the figure says. “I’ve been waiting all day! We can’t start the game without you, you know?”
“You have to pick,” the little girl says at his side. “Then they can play.”
“Pick?” Techno asks, confused.
“The boogeyman!” the little girl exclaims, her voice full of childish excitement.
“The boogeyman,” Techno repeats, deadpan, his eyebrows raising nearly into his hairline.
“Yes,” says the masked man in the green cloak. “This is your game, my old friend. The one you know best. Choose your champion, Technoblade. Choose which one of them will be the first to receive the Blood God’s favor. Then we can sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”
CHOOSE, the voices clamor in agreement.
“Alright, then,” Techno assents, feeling the old red fever settle over him like a net.
He studies each of the motionless players in turn. He sees the faces of gods he knows and mortals he doesn’t and a few who are neither fish nor fowl–he’s curious about these last, but it’s a remote sort of curiosity, and it doesn’t matter anyway. What matters is the choosing, and the blood that will follow.
The Blood God extends his finger, pointing at each of the players as he chants the rhyme, with the masked man and the little girl and the voices chanting along with him.
“Eenie, meenie, minie, mo,
Catch a tiger by the toe,
If he hollers, let him go,
Eenie, meenie, minie, mo.”
Y/n stumbled out of their room, rubbing their eyes to block out the bright morning sun.
Clay rolled his eyes affectionately at his twin. "What's up with you?"
They collapsed on the couch in the living room before responding. “Okay, so, turns out that pulling an all nighter two days in a row is a bad idea.”
The blond boy wheezed. "No shit, Sherlock. Why'd you stay up, though?"
Y/n groaned. "I'm a dumbass-"
"You're just realizing that now?"
"Shut up- but I forgot some homework and I had a new story I needed to write."
Clay set down his piece of toast. "For the sake of your health, please get some sleep."
"For the sake of my future, I can't."
He was out of patience and wanted to make sure his twin was taking care of themselves. "We're fifteen, for fuck's sake!" He walked over to Y/n, leaning over to look them directly in the eyes. "Get your ass to sleep and take care of yourself."
They pulled the blanket from around their feet onto their body, adjusting their position so they were more comfortable. "Fine," they grumbled, closing their eyes.
Clay sighed, temporarily satisfied. "I swear, if you don't start caring for your health, I'll force you to stay home, idiot."
And with their words slurred by sleep, Y/n mumbled back, "You're the only idiot here."
Chapter 8 of my series “New Girl”
new girl series masterlist
Warnings: use of dream’s real name, cursing, kissing, threats
Characters: Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Puffy, Tubbo, Ranboo
Word Count: 5.7k (WHAT THE F-)
summary: The big football game, the one everyone has been waiting for, is on the horizon. Which team will y/n root for? Not to mention, it's New Years
note: multiple pov chapter! hope you enjoy ;)
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Clay tossed the football from hand to hand as he walked down the field with his sister. The leather felt comfortable in his hands, familiar. It was his favorite sport. The teamwork and adrenaline that came with a game was something he held dear to his heart.
But perhaps even better than that was the rivalries. The spirit that went along with each game was magical. The screaming fans and teammates cheering on the sidelines. Playing against rivals, though, that was an entirely different story.
The tension was so palpable during those games. It was almost hard to throw the ball, the air was so thick. But it made everything worth it. The wins, at least. The losing, definitely not.
The boy was a competitive person. He loved the bragging rights that came with winning. And absolutely hated the shame that came with losing such a big game. He'd had his fair share of moments - both good and bad. So did his team.
SMP High. Their football team was referred to as the Crew Boys. The boys were brothers on that team. Maybe not biologically, but in spirit.
So many memories had been made on the field he was walking.
But his trip down memory lane was interrupted by the sound of his sister's voice. "Clay. Earth to Clay...."
He shook his head to get rid of the football fantasies that were playing out in his head. "Yeah? Sorry. Just thinking about the game."
Y/n laughed, a sound that he had sorely missed. As much as they joked about hating each other, the Was-Taken twins truly loved each other. At least, Clay loved Y/n. She was his sister, his twin, his other half.
Her leaving for boarding school had destroyed him. But the blond made his parents and younger sister promise to never tell Y/n. She'd never let him live it down if she discovered that he had spent practically a whole day crying in his room.
"Oh yeah. The big game." Y/n rolled her eyes. But it was obvious she was excited too. The girl loved watching football too. She had played flag football with him for a couple months too, before she started to dance. "I'm excited for that."
Clay scoffed, throwing the football a little higher. "I bet you are. Especially since it's an SMP versus SBI game."
"I feel like that was a jab at me."
"Oh it definitely was."
The girl still laughed under her breath, which made Clay let out a soft chuckle. It felt really, really good to have his sister back. The easy dynamic was something he greatly missed.
But the twins were getting closer to the end of the field, where four boys were waiting. George, Sapnap, Karl, and Quackity. The four were laughing like crazy. Their bags were piled at the bottom of the bleachers
George and Quackity were racing to see who could jump from bleacher to bleacher the quickest without falling off. Karl and Sapnap seemed like they wanted to join in too, but had defaulted to laughing at the two boys.
Y/n waved her hello, smiling when Karl and Sapnap waved back. Clay just threw the football in his hands at George. He laughed - wheezed, more like it - when George started flailing his arms like crazy to keep himself from falling off of the back of the bleachers.
"You're an idiot, Clay!" George called, frowning even as a smile played at the corners of his lips.
"Oh," the quarterback chuckled, "so I'm the idiot now?"
Y/n rolled her eyes at her brother's behavior and just set her bag down next to the others, bounding to the very top of the bleachers. She sat down and stared at the field, suddenly remembering all of the games she had watched.
Clay did the same. He tossed his bag and did his best to sprint up the metal structure. There was a little stumble, but he made it unscathed.
"Well, boys. In two days, we're gonna be on that field again," Clay announced proudly, holding out a hand. George threw the football back to him lightly. An easy catch.
Sapnap let go of Karl's hand to catch the football that was thrown to him next. "Y/n." The girl turned her attention to the boy. "Do you have any details about SBI's football team that we should know about?"
Y/n scoffed. "You guys have played against them multiple times, shouldn't you know?"
Quackity walked over from the far end of the bleachers, sitting down next to Sapnap. "Well, they do have three new players. The freshmen."
"Oh yeah. Tommy, Ranboo, and Tubbo."
"Anything we should know?" Clay was already annoyed by the fact that his sister seemed so chummy with the other team. It ticked him off even more that she was clearly torn about who to be rooting for.
Before she had moved away to go to Pogtopia Boarding School - and definitely before SPI Prep - meant the world that Y/n had been his biggest fan. She always cheered the loudest during the games. It hurt that her loyalty was divided.
"Well," Y/n began, trying to think of what was useful. "Tommy is Techno and Wilbur's youngest brother. But the whole team is super close. Almost family."
Clay tried so hard not to grit his teeth, but it was impossible. "Interesting. Any play strategies you remember?"
Y/n's eyes suddenly blazed with anger as she whirled her gaze to meet her twin's. "They are my friends! I am not going to be telling you anything about the way they play."
That stung more than he expected it to. "But-"
"It's not like I'm telling them anything about the way you guys play either. I'm not gonna help anyone cheat."
That made the blond boy a little happier. At least you still held some loyalty. Even still, he needed to blow off some steam. Needed to get rid of the game that was happening in two days even before the official team practices. By just messing around with his best friends and his sister.
He stood up and walked down the bleachers back down to the field, taking the football from Sapnap again on the way. He skipped the last step and jumped down, something that he and his twin loved to do.
Y/n and his friends followed him down, knowing what was going to happen. They divided themselves up into two even teams; Y/n, George, and Sapnap on one team. Clay, Quackity, and Karl on the other.
Sapnap laughed when he realized the team he was on. "Yo! It's the Dream Team. Me, George, and a Was-Taken."
Y/n smiled, high-fiving her teammates. "Just, in this case, it's the other twin." She looked happy hanging out with his friends.
Clay still felt bad about keeping his twin a secret. But when high school started, he didn't want to be in her shadow again. They had both cast shadows of expectations on one another, honestly.
The six friends fanned out into a loose scrimmage formation. Y/n stood in front of her brother, knees bent and ready to shoot forward and tackle him. George and Sapnap we're in the same position in front of Quackity and Karl, respectively.
"Ready, hut!" Clay shouted, jumping into action. He brought back his arm, eyes scanning down the field as Quackity and Karl sprinted down. His focus zeroed in on Quackity and he threw the ball, just as Y/n tackled him. The quarterback hit the ground with an "oomph."
The boy in the beanie caught the ball and managed to get a couple steps in before George threw himself forward and tackled him to the ground with a triumphant shout.
Y/n and Sapnap whooped with laughter, happy that their team had gotten the play.
And just for the fun of it, to speed things up, the teams swapped. Clay's team was on defense now, and Y/n's on offense. They switched match-ups too. George had to outrun Clay now. Y/n stood across from Karl. And Quackity and Sapnap were across from one another.
With the same command, Y/n started the play. George was open first, so with the same moments she watched her brother go through over and over, she threw the ball. George caught it and began sprinting down the field.
Only to be tackled by Clay. The blond and brunet boy dissolved into hysterical laughter as they rolled off of each other and out of the huddle. But even still both of their cheeks were tinted pink. And it wasn't because of the chill or the exercise.
"Get a room, boys!" Sapnap called, smirking. Y/n tried desperately not to laugh when they immediately went quiet.
The Was-Taken boy got up from the ground, offering a hand to George and trying not to blush even more at the contact.
"Shut up, Sapnap," George muttered, but his tone was way too bashful to be taken seriously.
"You guys should just kiss already." Y/n teased, picking the football and tossing it between her hands just as her brother had. Their mannerisms were similar.
Clay retorted with the only thing he could think of. "Well why don't you kiss Techno since you've obviously been wanting to do that for a while!"
Y/n's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment but her voice was steady as she fired back her response. "I already have, thank you."
Clay froze. So did his friends. Sapnap shot the girl a sympathetic look, as if he knew exactly what reaction his best friend was going to have - how he was going to lash out.
The blush completely gone from his face, he glared at his twin. Conflicted emotions swirled behind his emerald green eyes. Pain. Anger. Confusion. Embarrassment. It was all there.
He walked over and picked up his bag before walking off.
"Clay-"
"Nope."
The pure anger in his voice made Y/n wince. She hadn't seen her brother this mad in.... It had been way too long to remember. It scared her, too. Because for the first time in years, she was back. Back and living with him and the rest of their family.
It was dicey at first. They had little disagreements and petty arguments but it had been years since an argument this big. Y/n hated the idea of losing her brother again.
George rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Give him some space, he'll come around eventually."
Quackity nodded. "For sure. The news of his sister kissing his rival definitely did bother him though." The boy started laughing, but a sharp glance from Karl shut him up.
"I just hope he gets a hold of himself before SBI comes over to practice on the field tomorrow."
Y/n groaned, hiding her face in her hands.
This is gonna be a nightmare, she muttered.
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All Clay could think about as he ran through his pre-practice warm-ups was the thought of you on Technoblade's arm.
He threw the football too hard, lost in anger. Coach Puffy frowned and waved him over. He huffed, taking out his headphones and pausing the music before jogging over to his coach.
"Dream." She always referred to him by his football nickname. "You're distracted. What's up?"
"It's nothing."
"You're lying."
"I know."
She tilted her head, signaling that she was ready for an explanation. "Dream?"
He nodded, thinking of his answer. "It's... teenager stuff. About my sister."
"You guys are having a fight?" The coach asked. It was as if she understood. As if she had gone through the same thing before. She smiled slightly when the blond boy nodded. "I get it. If you and your sister are close, a fight can feel daunting."
"She's my twin," he muttered under his breath. "We're pretty close but because she goes to SBI, there's some... tension."
The coach laughed, her long hair shifting. "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" she managed to say in-between her giggles.
Clay was confused, and maybe a tad bit offended. "Excuse me?"
"Don't let a stupid rivalry get in the way of you and your sister. It's dumb and childish." She clapped him on the shoulder. "Besides, you have a game to win."
"How do you know so much about this?" he couldn't help but ask, pausing just before his headphones were on his ears once more.
Coach Puffy smiled. "I have a brother. Schlatt."
The young professor in SMP. He insisted that everyone call him by his first name. And now that he knew, Clay could see the resemblance.
He thanked his coach before jogging back onto the field to continue practicing. But he still caught the words his coach shouted at his retreating form.
"She will always cheer you on."
He smiled and picked up another football, throwing it down the field and smiling as George caught it and began running one of the routes he had been practicing for weeks.
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The boy with pink hair couldn't help but frown as he walked onto the familiar field. The football field at SMP High School held many memories. Good and bad. Epic wins and tragic losses.
But everything was worth it, because he loved playing the game. Shifting his duffle bag on his shoulder, he reached up to tie his long, colorful hair back into a ponytail so it would be out of his face.
Tommy and Wilbur walked up to him.
Wilbur nudged him, looking more excited than serious. "How's it going, Blade?"
'Blade' was the dumb nickname his teammates had given him. It was dumb, but it sounded much better than 'Dream,' for goodness sake. He would never admit that he sort of liked the name.
"Well, I'm getting ready for our game. How about you?" He replied saltily.
Tommy chimed in. His face was drawn into a cocky smile, but nervousness pricked his blue eyes. "I'm getting ready to kick SMP's ass. Those shitheads deserve it."
And a new voice graced Techno's ears. "Woah, watch it. They just might kick you out if you're not careful."
Technoblade turned around- and there you were. Only a few days ago, he kissed you. Only a few days ago he had taken a step he never thought he could.
Tommy frowned. "But you're an SBI student. Where's the loyalty, woman?"
Y/n shrugged. "I may or may not have a tie to this school as well. My brother may or may not be the quarterback. For the team. And he's also my twin."
The pink-haired boy didn't miss the flash of emotion in Y/n kind eyes. Something had happened, that was obvious. Something that was obviously bothering her. But he didn't want to ask- not here, at least.
He nodded and sent a quick smile in Y/n's direction. She smiled back and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to say something - anything - but he just couldn't find the words. Nothing fit the situation. But then again, no words would ever perfectly fit how he felt when he was around Y/n.
Thankfully - or unfortunately, it depends - the team practice was about to start. That's what sucked about having such a close rivalry with a nearby school. The principals were friends. And in this case, they scheduled the football teams to always practice on the same field the day before the game.
Those practices were the times where Technoblade fought with Clay the most.
Even Wilbur seemed to remember their worst fight. "Try not to punch the quarterback again, huh?"
Y/n looked confused. "Wait, Clay?! You punched Clay?" Laughter hid behind her expression. Hid behind her mesmerizing eyes.
Techno shrugged sheepishly, not able to deny it. "Yeah. In sophomore year we got into a big fight because he was trash-talking like crazy. I punched him in the nose. Almost broke it, actually."
The girl's eyes widened in recognition. "That was why he wouldn't FaceTime with me that one week." She bent over in genuine laughter, the kind that shook her body and lit up her face. "He mentioned getting in a fight with his 'rival'" but I didn't realize that it was an actual fight."
The boy was happy she wasn't mad at him for punching her twin. But practice was starting, and he hated setting a bad example as captain of the team. His players relied on him. He also wanted to win.
The last game he had won, before the bye week, had won him a date with the girl who had pretty much captured his heart. The date hadn't happened yet - but that was okay. He was willing to wait.
"Bye, Y/n. See you after the game." He waved a friendly goodbye as he turned to leave, walking onto the field and taking in the comfortingly familiar atmosphere of a football field.
Wilbur followed after waving, taking off his red beanie and stuffing it into his bag as well. Tommy turned to glare at Y/n, as if his gaze alone could convince her. "Root for us, okay?"
"Tommy-"
"No, it's fine," she assured. "I'll be rooting for a great game."
Even the rambunctious blond freshman seemed satisfied with that answer. Probably because he was convinced enough that he was going to win.
Technoblade decided that he was going to change into his uniform later, but still wanted to put away his stuff, so he began walking towards the visitor's locker rooms. It was easy to remember, with the amount of times SBI had played there.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Expecting Y/n, Wilbur, or even Tommy, he turned around. He was very wrong.
Fucking Clay Was-Taken stood in front of him. And he looked pissed.
"Technoblade."
Well, he's certainly mad, Techno thought.
"Clay. Are you excited for the game tomorrow."
The green-eyed boy rolled his eyes. "Cut the bullshit. I'm not here to talk about the game. I'm here to talk about my sister."
So that's where he's going with this. "You want to talk about Y/n? What about her?"
The blond's face shifted into an expression that looked like pure hatred. "What the hell are you playing at, Technoblade? What do you want with her?"
And maybe because he wanted to have some fun Techno unleashed the years of annoying sarcasm that living with Tommy had taught him. "Your sister's hot and she likes me. Obviously, I'm trying to date her. Or is that too difficult for you and your blond-haired ass to understand?"
Immediately after he said that, the SBI team captain wanted to take his words back. He hated using "hot" to refer to people. It felt objectifying. But that didn't mean he thought that Y/n was ugly. In fact, he thought that she was drop-dead gorgeous. And despite all of the flirting, he still doubted whether or not she truly liked him. He definitely loved her.
Even Clay seemed to see the flash of uncertainty in his rival's uniquely-colored eyes. He backed off, and the malice in his expression shifted to something more thoughtful. "I'm being serious. Why do you want to date Y/n?"
Techno realized at that moment that this wasn't an argument between rivals. This was a concerned boy protecting his sister from heartbreak.
The pink-haired sighed, trying to come up with the right words. "To put it plainly, I like her. A lot. She's smart, kind, and funny. And she makes me happy."
Silence. Dead silence between them as Clay had an internal debate. Whether or not to give his approval. Would he give his rival a chance in favor of making his sister happy? He sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose the same way Y/n would. (The similarities in their mannerisms were astounding).
The Was-Taken brother looked up and stared Techno right in the eyes. Even in height. They were matched.
"If you break her heart, things will not end well for you, Technoblade. I hope you know that."
Techno couldn't stop the triumphant smirk from making its way onto his face. He stuck out a hand, offering a handshake. "You have my word, Dream."
A sharp laugh. "Gonna hold you to that, Blade."
Clay took his hand firmly and shook it. Sealing their agreement. And then he was gone, back to the field to practice with his team.
Techno went into the locker rooms, quickly put his stuff in the locker he usually claimed whenever SBI played at SMP, and jogged back onto the field.
Wilbur was right there to meet him. He'd chosen to put on part of his uniform already. Wearing not his jersey, but the team's practice shirt. But he was wearing his leg pads and uniform pants. Techno was just wearing shorts and his team practice shirt.
"Saw you talking with Was-Taken. What happened?" Wilbur asked, catching a football one of the coaches' assistants threw before lightly tossing it to his brother.
Techno wound up his arm and threw the football back to the assistant. The motions of throwing were familiar. Easy.
Elbow back. Fingers on the laces. Ball behind your head. Pull it forward, quickly. Release at 90 degrees. Follow through; flick the wrist.
The years of coaching advice ran through his head. Every time he threw the football. There were the steps. In the voice of Philza, who had been his coach for so long.
"He tried to scare me off."
Wilbur paused after he caught the football that was thrown back to him. "Tried to scare you off from... dating Y/n. Did it work."
Techno shot him an incredulous look. He took the football and threw it again. It was a perfect throw, yet again. The steps ran through his head. Elbows back. Fingers on the laces....
"Of course it didn't." He threw the next football that was thrown to him. "Just like Sally wasn't scared off after I had the same talk with her."
Total shock. Wilbur froze, but his face was livid. "You did what?!"
The quarterback laughed. "I'm joking! But you should have seen your face. It was hilarious."
Philza blew the whistle, calling a team huddle. It meant that the official practice was about to start. No more fooling around on your own. It was time to run plays and fix imperfections.
~-~-~-~-~-~- (Skip to NYE, aka game day) (y/n pov)~-~-~-
The game was close. Only three points difference between the two teams. SMP was winning then, but the lead had alternated throughout the entire game. Both of the teams were incredible. You didn't know which one to root for.
Clay's team was doing really well. He was throwing perfect passes and George, Karl, and Callahan were catching and running their routes beautifully. Sapnap, Quackity, and Punz were shining on defense as well.
But SBI was incredible. Their team was playing like never before. Sure, they had been good before, but this was different. Their communication was amazing. Techno's throws never faltered as he threw to Wilbur and Ranboo. He shocked you with his speed when he ran for a touchdown earlier in the game.
Tommy, Tubbo, and Jack were making amazing tackles. It was the funniest thing to see Clay's fury when Tommy tackled him for his first sack of the season.
And yet, SMP remained three points ahead. It was the fourth quarter and the clock was dwindling down. Techno and his team were too far from the endzone, but still they never faltered.
Techno whispered something to Ranboo before resetting formation. On SMP's sideline, Clay was pacing anxiously. He knew how good "the Blade" truly was at the game. Of course he did, they'd played many games together.
Your heart flipped when the pink-haired boy looked to the stands. His eyes found yours. You smiled and waved. He winked back. A blush rose to your face.
Everyone was set. A moment of stillness - silence - before everyone exploded into motion. There were grunts as people collided, heavy, exhausted, breaths and motion. So much motion. But as someone who had watched a lot, and even played a little, you knew what was going on. You saw Techno dodge the tackle of a defender. Saw him run through the motions of a perfect throw.
His form is incredible, you noted. The clock ticked lower and lower. Only ten seconds left now.
He threw the ball. It arced through the air.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Ranboo jumped and caught it, turning around to sprint as fast as he could. His long legs carried him across the field, his speed shaking off his defender quickly. He was getting closer to the end zone. So, so, close. But the clock was ticking down to zero.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Closer. Closer. Closer. Ranboo was only a few yards away. But there was next to no time left.
"Come on, Ranboo," you whispered, sitting on the edge of the bleacher with anticipation. "Come on."
It seemed as if everyone was holding their breath. Everyone except for the SBI team. They were screaming, cheering. Yelling encouragement at the top of their lungs. Anything to help their teammate- and their friend.
Three.
Twenty yards left.
"Come on, Ranboo," you chanted again.
Two.
Ten yards.
Tommy and Tubbo's screaming of encouragement got louder as they chased after their friend. Cheering and spurring him on.
"Come on."
One.
He made it into the end zone.
Zero.
The entire fucking field practically erupted into cheers. The offensive squad cleared the field as the special teams unit made it onto the field to kick the extra point. The kick was good and SBI was four points ahead.
They'd won.
Everyone spilled onto the field to tackle each other in congratulatory hugs. You leaped up from your seat and ran onto the field as well.
Everyone you could see was smiling. Ranboo was grinning so wide as Tommy and Tubbo cheered around him. Wilbur was high-fiving Niki before going to tackle his younger brother. Philza was looking so damn proud as he kissed Kristin. And Techno.
He was smiling bigger and brighter than ever. Joy sparkled in his mesmerizing eyes. He ripped off his helmet, shaking his head to free his hair. He looked pretty, you couldn't help but realize. But what really made your heart skip was that he looked so happy.
You ran down and tackled Ranboo in a hug. Well, "tackled" was a strong word, given the fact that he was so tall. But you still trapped him in a quick bear hug.
"Awesome job, Ranboo!" You shouted over the din after you pulled away. He seemed so proud of himself. It made you proud of him too. He'd grown so much. From the kid you met that first day - the kid who was insecure and always for that black and white mask - to the kid who made game-winning touchdowns and wasn't afraid to smile.
But then Techno swept you up into a hug, picking you up and spinning you around. A joyful giggle escaped you and if it was possible, the boy's smile only grew wider.
He finally set you down but wouldn't let go of your hand. You didn't mind at all. In fact, you would have reached out had he not.
"Congrats!" you said breathlessly, still smiling. It was impossible not to.
"Thanks!" His dopey smile made you blush even more.
But he was swept away again by the crowd of his team celebrating their win. You'd call him later, it was fine.
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You were standing outside the gym, Clay right beside you.
"I kind of hate the fact that you people party so much," you grumble, staring at the closed doors.
The sounds of the New Years party seep through the heavy wood. Loud dance music, signing, cheering, voices, heavy dancing steps. So many people in the gym. All partying the night - and the year - away.
Clay huffed a laugh. "Well, you'd better get used to it. Everyone love's parties here. If you want to fit in, you have to attend them."
You scrunched up your nose and frowned. "I don't give a shit about fitting in."
He punched your shoulder playfully. "At least this isn't one of the insanely fancy parties that some people at SBI like throwing," he mused.
"What?!" You exclaimed, hating the idea of a prissy party full of fake people who all-
"I'm kidding, Y/n. This is super chill. We're both wearing casual clothes, for goodness' sake!"
You looked down at yourself. It was true. You were wearing a casual t-shirt. An old one from your favorite band, Lovejoy. The band that you and Wilbur found out the two of you both enjoyed listening to.
"Screw this," you muttered, and threw open the doors, immersing yourself in the party.
Everyone looked like they were truly happy, which was surprising. Even the kids who were usually in the corner, you noticed, were smiling and laughing with people. The realization eased you.
"Told you," Clay whispered as he passed you to go to the rest of the football team, who were all grouped together, acting like the idiots they were.
You walked over to your school friends. "Hey guys!" you called. Heads turned to you before. Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, Niki, Jack- everyone.
"Hey Y/n!" Niki said, stepping next to you to give you a quick one-armed hug. "Welcome to the New Years Party."
"How did you celebrate the win?" You asked, smiling. "Clown on SMP?" You shot Techno a look. "Beat up their quarterback?"
He rolled his eyes and bumped your shoulder. "Hell no. We just want to have fun. And now that you're here, the party can truly begin."
You smirked, letting him put his arm on your shoulders. "Oh yeah?"
He leaned down so his lips were next to your ear. You shivered, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin on your neck. "You doubt me?"
A girl with a confident smile and shining eyes sauntered over. "Definitely flirting," she smirked, taking a drink from whatever was in her cup.
Techno rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the girl's shoulder for a brief moment. "This is Wren," he introduced, seeming exasperated, for some reason. It was obvious they knew each other.
You held out a hand and she shook it, flashing her teeth in a smile. "Pleasure to meet you, not-so-new girl." She took a step back and effortlessly pushed herself up onto one of the high tables, sitting casually. Her movements were like those of a cat, you couldn't help but notice.
Wilbur walked over then. "Is that Y/n I just heard?" the boy wearing the beanie asked. His eyes caught on the girl and he smiled. "Hey, sister!"
"Sister?" you asked, confusion evident in your tone.
"I'm their childhood best friend," Wren explained. "Philza and Mumza practically raised me, so we're like siblings."
"WREN!" Tommy shouted as he ran at the girl, wrapping her in a hug. "We haven't seen you in so long."
"It's literally been a week, Tommy. Chill." The girl laughed before turning back to you. "It's seriously nice to meet you, Y/n." But just then, someone called her name. She winked, offered a mock salute, before jumping off of the table and walking away. She really was catlike.
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It was 11:50 pm. Everyone was watching the giant clock on the wall, getting ready for the final ten seconds. The music was still playing, loud and exciting as ever.
There was dancing and karaoke and everyone was having fun. Especially you.
A song had just come on. The upbeat chorus playing through the speakers. You were smiling, dancing, and even singing along in your head when you felt someone grab your hand.
Your eyes flew open to see Technoblade. He was grinning. But from all of the jumping and dancing around, his hair was wild. You reached out with your other hand and brushed the stray pink strands out of his face, giggling when his fake flushed.
"Come on," he whispered and guided you to the center of the gym where everyone was dancing. "Do you want to dance?"
A bubbly laugh escaped you. "This isn't exactly the most romantic song," you pointed out.
He shrugged, gently taking your other hand and bringing them close. "Doesn't matter. Let's just dance." Uncertainty flickered in his gaze. "Are you okay with that?"
You nodded. "Absolutely." Grinning already, you took a step back and began to step quickly, in time with the upbeat song.
He did the same, beginning to jump around as well, spinning you around and around. Both of your laughs filled your ears. The harmony of your joy mixing with the music.
Everywhere else, everyone was laughing and giggling and dancing. Clay and George were waltzing like idiots. Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity were dancing in a circle. Wilbur and Sally managed to find a way to actually waltz to the fast-paced music. Wren and her girlfriend Em were spinning each other around, wild grins on their faces. But all that mattered was you and Techno. Grinning as you held hands and danced as if you were the only ones in the world.
It was 11:59. The song had wound down and everyone was staring at the clock, watching the seconds tick down. Waiting for the old year to the end, and the new one to begin.
Techno spun you around one last time before dipping you backwards with a silly smile. You faced him, breathless and beaming brighter than the sun. He cupped your face in his warm hands, leaning close.
He was staring into your eyes and you were staring into his. The clock ticked closer to twelve. Somewhere in the background - you didn't care - people were beginning to scream the countdown.
"Aphrodite," he whispered, the name soft and sincere.
"Ares."
It was twelve o'clock. New Year's Day. Technoblade pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was different from the last. It was gentle. His tender touch as if you were precious glass. But it was passionate. Sparks erupted in your heart and mind. His hand dropped to your waist to pull you closer.
The two of you pulled away but you loved being close to him, you rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes and simply living in the moment. He brushed his thumb over the apple of your cheek.
"You are so beautiful, my Aphrodite." He kissped you again and the sparks burned brighter.
Chapter 6 of my series "New Girl"
new girl series masterlist
Warnings: use of dream's real name, underage drinking, people getting tipsy, suggestive language, cursing
Characters: dream, drista, Niki, Jack, Technoblade, Minx, George, Sapnap, Wilbur, Sally, Karl, Quackity, Punz, Bad, Schlatt
Word Count: 4.6k+
summary: y/n attends the famous halloween party with techno and things start getting... interesting
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You dusted the gold powder over your eyelids, happy with the ethereal effect it was creating. The slight winged eyeliner added even more drama. Your makeup was elegant, though. It reflected the elegance of the goddess you were dressing up as; Aphrodite.
It definitely wasn’t a conventional nor a traditional halloween costume, but it made sense. You we’re going to Jack and Niki’s Halloween party as Techno’s plus-one. You needed to match. Plus, you were both mythology buffs and you had a project for your greek mythology class coming up. So you and Techno agreed to dress up as Aphrodite and Ares respectively.
Thats why you wear a flowy white dress. Why your hair was down, free. Why you’ve brushed gold across your face. But you plopped your makeup pouch in your purse. Because you are going to try and convince Technoblade to let you put some makeup on him. Just to make him seem more like Ares. Just to add some fake scars. It’s worth a shot.
You walked out of your bathroom, to Clay in the living room. He's dressed as Frankenstein's monster, coordinating with George, who's going as Dr. Frankenstein.
Slinging your purse over your shoulder, you walked into the living room. "I still cannot get over how adorable your couples costume is." You smirked.
Clay rolled his eyes in annoyance, looking up from his phone. "How many times have I told you? We are not a couple. We're just friends, chill.”
”But come on, you guys are literally wearing matching costumes and you talk every day!”
Clay opened his mouth to respond before he closed it again. Then, the thought of a better rebuke. One that would catch you off-guard, and hopefully make you leave him alone.
“Then what about you and Mr. Technoblade? You two are wearing matching costumes and you talk nearly every day. By your logic, does that make the two of you a couple?”
And much to Clay’s delight, you blushed a bright red, the color highlighted by the gold on your cheeks. “T-that doesn’t count. It’s for a history project and we’ve only known each other for two months! You and George have known each other for years. Besides, you hate Techno.”
Your brother hums in acknowledgement, agreeing with your statement. “You‘re right. I do hate that kid, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t hang out with him.”
The two of you had already had this conversation three times this night alone, and it was getting annoying. You thought Techno was fun to hang out with. He wasn’t mean and he was smart, too. The only thing that seemed to tick Clay off was that they were rivals.
"Clay, Techno isn’t a jerk. The only reason you don’t like him is because of your stupid rivalry. Get over it. You are in high school, for goodness sake.“ You place your hands on your hips, showcasing your finality. It’s audible in your tone. “Plus, you aren’t older than me. So stop acting like you can dictate my life.”
"Twelve minutes,” is all that he says.
"Excuse me?”
"I’m twelve minutes older than you.”
You facepalm, annoyed. But a laugh bubbles up, and you giggle. A warm, comforting feeling washes over you. Because it’s been years since you’ve been able to do this. Years since you and Clay could bicker like twins before dissolving into laughter. Sure, Clay can be annoying as hell sometimes, but you love him.
He slings an arm over your shoulder. “But in all seriousness, I don’t like that kid. You should stay away from him.”
"In all seriousness, i don’t give a shit. Until he rises to your level of asshole-ness, I don’t seem a problem.”
He tried to ruffle your hair, but you ducked away. And you went back to adding necessary items to your bag. Hair ties, for emergencies. Feminine products, because you weren’t gonna let some poor girl suffer. The makeup for Techno and for touch ups. An oversized hoodie, also for emergencies. And of course, your phone.
You we’re just about to tell Clay that you were about ready to leave when a little ball of joy came running into the living room.
Drista ran straight to you, crashing into your open arms in a hug. You couldn’t help but smile, because you missed this too.
”Hey, Dris,” you mumbled into her hair, not wanting to let go until she did. And the sweet hug didn’t last much longer because your sister sprang away with the biggest smile ever. It was right then that you noticed she had four things clutched in her fist.
She held them out to you. “Look, y/n/n!” she exclaimed, dropping them into your open hands. They were four friendship bracelets. A green and white one for Clay. And a y/f/c one for you. But there were still two more.
Your little sister took two of the bracelets out of your hand and walked over to Clay. Still slightly confused, he took the bracelets, examining them.
“Woah, Dris. These are really cool!” He picked up the other one. The blue and white one. “But who’s this one for?”
Drista smiled wide as she answered, so proud of herself. She pointed at Clay. “For your boy.” Then she pointed at you, catching you off guard. “And that one is for your boy.”
Clay started coughing, surprised by Drista’s words. “Do you mean George?” he asked weakly, barely managing to choke out the question.
“Yep! The bracelet is blue and white. He said those were his favorite colors last time I asked.“
You examined the pink and white bracelet that rested in your palm. Then it hit you. Pink. Pink hair. Techno. “Dris, is this pink one for… Technoblade?”
She nodded. “Yeah! Can you please give it to him?”
”Uh, sure.” You placed the bracelet in your bag, and Clay walked to the door. You follow him, giving Drista a big hug before you do.
“Remind Mom and Dad where we are, 'cause we all know they can be forgetful."
Drista nodded waving through the window as you guys left and entered the car.
And then you drove off to the party.
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You got out of the car confidently, closed the passenger door behind you as you took in the sights of the house.
It was very much decorated. Fake skeletons and bones littered the front lawn (as well as tombstones), eerie lights were set up, and a smoke machine as well.
"Niki and Jack put a lot of work into this," you commented, walking up to the front door. "It's cool."
Clay hummed his agreement, adjusting the sweater he was wearing. The older one he decided to ruin be putting fake blood on it, just for his costume. The faint scars you had painted on his face made his Frankenstein's monster getup look even more genuine.
You were pretty satisfied with your costume, too. The flowy white dress with gold accents looked great on your body. The gold makeup and laurel crown adding another level of ethereal beauty.
If only you could see Techno's costume. But thankfully, you didn't have to wait long because Clay knocked on the door of Jack's house and heartbeats later it was opened. Revealing a beautiful girl with soft pink hair.
"Hello!" she greeted cheerfully, the black nose and whiskers drawn onto her face moved with her smile. "Come on in." She moved aside to welcome you and your brother inside.
"Hey Niki," Clay responded. "Thanks for inviting me."
She flashed another one of her sunny smiles. You couldn't deny that it made you feel a little bit better. Like there was at least one friendly person you could rely on if everything went to shit.
You stepped forward. "Hi. My name's Y/n. I'm-"
"Techno's friend, yep! Very nice to meet you!"
That stopped you dead. Because you had been about to say 'Clay's sister', about to tie yourself to him as his twin again, but now you didn't need to do that anymore.
"Nice to meet you too," you breathed, trying to control your voice.
Right then, Jack walked up. Actually, he just waved quickly - you returned the gesture - walked up to Niki, whispered something in her ear, and walked away. The girl nodded before speaking to you and Clay once again.
"Have fun! There will definitely be some people that you both won't know, but they're all pretty friendly. We'll be playing some games in a few."
Your twin nodded as Niki walked off to go back to the party.
Before he could say anything you spoke. "Have fun with your boyfriend." You walked away with a smirk, internally laughing at what his reaction must have been.
Technoblade was easy to find. He was taller than average and his pink hair was easy to find. Apparently you were easy to find too because as soon as you walked into the main living area, Techno spotted you and began to walk over.
He looked great, opting for a slightly modernized version of what Ares would have worn. A while button down and dark slacks with a red velvet cape draped around his shoulders. Just like you, his costume had gold accents as well.
He walked over to you, the cape billowing behind him. He held a drink in his hand.
"Hey, stranger," he greeted you with a small smile.
It's become your inside joke of a hello, that phrase. You said it to each other when you first met two months ago and it just stuck. Funny how things like that happen.
"Hey yourself, stranger. I like the costume. It looks good," you complimented him, relishing the way he ducks his head for the briefest moment to hide his embarrassment.
"Ah well, thank you." Technoblade took a moment to look you up and down. "You look stunning. I love the gold makeup."
His words made you blush, the pink tint highlighting your cheeks just as much as the gold powder. That reminds you-
"Oh, Techno, I forgot." You took out your makeup pouch.
"Uh... what's that?"
You smiled excitedly. "Makeup for you. I want to make your costume even more realistic!" You take out a small eyeshadow palette. "I can make fake scars and stuff."
And usually, he'd say no. Because there's no real point, but the pure excitement and eagerness on your face makes him cave in. "Sure, Y/n. But nothing too crazy please. Makeup always feels weird to me."
The two of you walk to the bathroom, past all of the partygoers, and deeper into the house.
"You've worn makeup before?" You asked, puzzled.
Techno shrugged. "Yeah. I had to participate in a couple of Wilbur's plays when we were younger. A lot of the times, the roles required some form of makeup. I didn't mind wearing it at all, it just feels weird."
That shocked you. "I had no idea you acted at all."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Aphrodite."
You chose to ignore the way the nickname made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Because he couldn't have meant it that way. Even though he's Ares for the night and you are Aphrodite doesn't mean he's thinking that you have to act like the pair that they were.
The two of you walked into the bathroom. Having done stuff like this before, you immediately directed him to sit on the edge of the sink counter, which he did.
You set your makeup bag next to him and pulled out your brown eyeliner pencil, red lip-liner, and concealer.
"Don't make me look crazy, please." Technoblade said as he watched you take all the supplies out of your makeup pouch. "I'd prefer to keep my dignity."
You chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it, Ares."
And you started the application of the fake scars and wounds. Brown eyeliner pencil to create shadows and more recent-looking scars, concealer for older ones. You drew a scar across the bridge of his nose, over his cheekbones, and one across an eye. It was only when you were adding the finishing touches to the scar on Techno's nose did it dawn on you how close you were.
You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating faster. It took an immense amount of concentration to keep your hands from shaking and messing everything up. But moments later, you stepped away to survey your work.
"Looks good," you assessed, beginning to put everything away.
He got up from the counter to turn around and see your handiwork. His pleased hum makes you smile as you exit the bathroom, rejoining the party.
You immediately run into Niki again. She's followed by a girl with purple hair and black lipstick who's wearing a pointy witch hat. You've never seen her before.
"Oh hey Niki!"
"Hi, Y/n! We were just looking for you and... Techno!" She waves again when she sees the pink-haired walk up behind you.
The girl behind Niki suddenly cackles. "Disappeared into the bathroom together? We all know what happened there, don't we?" She teases with a cheeky smile.
A wild blush rose you your face as you scrambled to explain yourself. "No! I was just putting some makeup on Techno to finish up the costume!"
The girl giggled and Niki grabbed her arm firmly, flashing a sympathetic smile. "So sorry about her, Y/n. This is Minx."
"Hello."
Niki touched your arm affectionately. "The party games are gonna start in a few, but there's no rush at all. Everyone's in the living area."
"Thank's again, Niki," Techno said as the both of you walked into the living area together.
There was music playing through the speakers; songs you recognized, you noted happily. Colored lights danced on the walls. People danced to the upbeat music too.
"Techno!" someone called from the crowd, and you nodded as the boy playing Ares walks with you over in that direction. And the voice turns out to be Wilbur.
He's dressed in a long, beige trench coat, his normal wire-rimmed glasses and a beanie. "Hey guys," he says, patting his brother's shoulder. "You guys look pretty good. Very accurate."
Technoblade snorted. "You wouldn't know. You barely do your homework."
He laughed. "Touché."
"Who are you dressed as?" you asked, feeling bad that you didn't know immediately.
The brunet gasped in mock offence. "I'm Sherlock Holmes! And Sally there," he pointed vaguely to a red-haired girl in the crowd. "Is my Irene Adler."
Neither you nor Techno knew who that was.
Wilbur sighed in disappointment. "You would think that your love of history would translate to the subject of English, but no. Irene Adler is the love interest of Sherlock Holmes."
"What about Enola?"
"Surprised you know her name, but she's his sister. We decided-"
"Yeah. It'd be weird."
Wilbur smiled at you, eyes flitting between you and his brother. It made you puzzled; because what did that look mean?
With a final smile and parting nod he said, "Well, I have a date to talk to and it looks like you do too." Wilbur walked to the girl he had pointed to previously. Irene Adler. Sally.
"I should... probably talk to my brother too. If you want to come, go ahead, but I know that you guys don't have the best track record with each other."
That made the boy bark an actual laugh. It lit up his whole face, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards as well. "Very true," he admitted, still smiling. "but it's rude to leave one's date alone."
You turned around again and started walking to find Clay, if only because it would hide your blushing face, because only now that he said it did it truly dawn on you that you were his date. You were his plus-one to a party he usually went to alone.
And then you saw him, your tall-ass brother. He was standing next to George, of course. But they were standing really close to each other. Like, arm-around-leaning-on-his-shoulder close. It made you smile.
”Hey, asshole,” you called out, catching his attention. and much to your satisfaction, he blushed and hastily pulled himself away from George, trying to compose himself. “Hey, George.”
The brunet waved and echoed a greeting. You liked George. He was kind and funny, and he made your brother happy.
Clay was just about to say hello when his eyes caught sigh of Techno. They narrowed, expressing hostility. He stiffened and drew himself up to his full height. He and your history partner were the same height.
“Hello, Technoblade.”
You laughed, cutting the tension. “I’m so sorry, but that sounded painful.” You were so busy giggling that you didn’t notice the way Techno looked fondly at you. Clay didn’t miss it, though.
”Hello, Clay,” was the pink-haired’s response. His voice wasn’t hostile, simply thoughtful. Neutral. “This is my first time seeing you at this party, do you like it?”
The lack of hostility in his voice caught your brother off guard, but he regained his composure almost immediately. “Yeah, I am. It’s pretty cool.”
You were about to chime in when Jack’s voice interrupted, cutting through the noise.
”Party games in the living room, everyone!”
You, Technoblade, George, and Clay nodded at each other, walking into the living room together. Everyone was gathering there as well. You and Techno found a spot in the forming circle almost immediately, sitting next to each other. Clay and George sat together as well, across the circle, though.
You reached to your side to reposition your crossbody purse when you remembered what was inside: the bracelet Drista wanted you to give to your “date”.
You turned to him and tapped his arm. Understanding, he lifted his hand and placed it palm-up in yours. You took out the bracelet and began tying it on. It took a moment because the stringers were a little short but soon enough, he was wearing the pink and white woven bracelet.
”From my sister,” you whispered the explanation.
”Tell her I say thank you and that I quite like it,” was his also-whispered response.
You smiled and nodded, only just noticing that everyone had sat down when you felt their gazes. Your cheeks began to heat up.
”You done?” Clay sneered, done with the whole interaction. He winced when he felt George’s sharp elbow smash into his ribs.
Niki clapped, and at her side, Minx was smiling knowingly. “Well,” Niki began. “Welcome everyone, to Jack and my annual Halloween party!”
Collective cheers and claps all around the circle.
”As always, we are going to be playing a variety of circle games. Jack will now explain them.”
You shifted your focus to him. His costume was that of a hacker, modeled of of a popular character in a recent movie. Rectangular red and blue-lensed glasses, a headset (which he was resting on his shoulders) and a baseball cap.
”The games we are going to be playing are: Truth, Dare, or Drink, Never Have I Ever, Spin the Bottle, Two Truths and a Lie, and others if anyone has suggestions.”
Everyone nodded.
”The first game better be Two Truths and a Lie,” Sapnap called out, in his costume of a pyrokinetic. Karl - a time traveler, and Quackity - a casino manager, were seated on either side of him.
”Okay,” Jack sighed. “And since you suggested it, I guess you can pick first.”
Sapnap smiled mischievously before pointing at Clay. You snickered, muttering under your breath. “This is gonna be fun.”
Clay rolled his eyes. “Fine.“ He took a moment to think. “I have two sisters, I’ve run away from the police before, and my full name is Clayton.”
Everyone’s answers were interesting. There seemed to be nearly a half-and-half decision between “two sisters” and “running from the cops” as the lie.
It took you a moment to remember that nobody had previously known that he had two sisters, so their answers made sense. It would be fun to surprise them since you were literally at the party.
Clay smirked. “My full first name is actually just ‘Clay’. Which means that I have, in fact, run from the cops before and I do have a second sister.” He shrugged. “She’s actually here right now.”
“Woah, man,” a blond boy says. “That’s kinda badass.”
“Which part, Punz? The ‘having a sister’ part, or the ‘running from the cops’ part’?”
Punz thought for a moment. “The second one more. But how come we’ve never met your sister? How old is she? Is she hot.”
Techno’s expression darkened for a moment and Clay grimaced. “Okay, gross. But you’ve never met her since she was at Pogtopia Boarding School for a while. Now she’s at SBI. She’s my age.”
And you decided it was time to make your entrance. Time to introduce yourself.
”’She’ is also right here,” you said wryly, gesturing vaguely to yourself. Everyone’s eyes snapped to you. Some of them you knew, others, you had no idea who they were. “Hey. I’m Y/n.”
Punz whistled which made you roll your eyes.
He mouthed something to Clay. It was comical how obvious it was what he was saying. He meant for it to be that way, after all.
“That is seriously disgusting, bro. Shut up.”
Minx clapped once to cut off the conversation. “Okay, great. But the real question is, Y/n. Did he actually run from to police.”
Expecting a much more invasive question you nodded. “Oh yeah. I watched it all happen.” You thought back for a second. “I might even still have the video….”
Your brother waved a hand out. “No no no. We’re not showing that.”
”Oh come on! Why wouldn’t you want to show your twelve-year-old self running from the cops wearing a superhero cape.”
Everyone laughed at the way Clay’s face suddenly bloomed red. You stuck your tongue out at him.
”I definitely want to see that,” George said in between his laughter. “It’ll give me something to blackmail him with.”
”Ha! Finally another person to help blackmail my brother,” you celebrated. “I’m honestly surprised he likes you this much.”
To your delight, your comment makes both Clay and George blush, which makes everyone laugh. You take a sip of the drink you grabbed on the way to the living room, smiling because you are starting to feel more at home among these people.
Soon enough, the game was changed. This time, to Truth, Dare, or Drink.
Well, this will be interesting, you thought.
“Clay,” George selected the first victim of the game and you snickered. “Do you like anyone.”
Everyone held their breaths, waiting for his response.
”Well, duh. I hold a mutual respect for everyone. but if you’re asking me whether I have a crush, that’s a different story.”
“okay then," George countered, “Who is your crush?”
"Nope! My turn's over."
"Really dodged a bullet there, Clay," you called.
The party continued for many hours. The games continued. Eventually, not enough people were picking "truth" so the game got changed to "Drink or Dare".
And from the game, a lot of interesting things were revealed from each person. Also, everyone was a little tipsy from the drinks, so everyone was far more loose-lipped.
Over the course of the night, you - and a lot of others - had learned: Bad has gone to a shooting range and knows how to throw knives, Niki can speak multiple languages, Schlatt keeps a running list of his favorite cereal, and George has slept for fourteen hours straight. But the most interesting one, in your opinion, is something you discovered about Technoblade; he knows how to play violin and used to be on a fencing team. Apparently he's incredibly good at both.
But the secret-sharing portion get's boring, so back to the dares.
Somehow, you've avoided getting picked to do an embarrassing dare, but that's because it hasn't been Wilbur or Minx's turn to choose. Those two had become adamant on teasing. Messing with you and Techno. You couldn't hide the pink tint at this point. But the fact that many were tipsy made a natural excuse.
But now it was Minx's turn to pick a victim, and she looked directly at you. You rolled your eyes, expecting something embarrassing.
"Y/n. I dare you to sit on Techno's lap."
The pink-haired's hand - which had found it's way to around your waist over the course of the night - stiffened. You swallowed nervously.
"Uh...."
In the softest voice ever, so quiet you could barely hear him, Techno spoke up. "A dare's a dare."
Holding your breath, you moved to sit on one of his crossed legs, not yet comfortable with fully sitting on his lap. But thankfully, Minx didn't complain. In fact, she leaned forward to reach across Niki and Sally. Just to high-five Wilbur.
Wilbur. Who's turn it happened to be.
"Techno," He smirked, looking very much as if he already had a plan for his dare. And it wouldn't surprise you if he did. In fact, you very much believed that he had been thinking up the perfect dare for the past five minutes.
"I dare you to tell us, out of the people here, who you'd take on a date."
Your heart beat faster. And since your back was resting on Techno's chest, you could feel his heart doing the same. To your surprise, he didn't pick up his cup and take a drink.
"Y/n." He sounded so nonchalant. But with that one name dropping from his lips - your name - makes your heart race wildly.
Even Wilbur looked shocked. He muttered under his breath, something about not expecting his brother to admit it so quickly. Minx looked delighted.
But Clay? Clay looked absolutely pissed. He was absolutely in no way happy about what Techno said. And you knew that if no one distracted him, there was a concerningly high chance that he'd launch himself at Techno.
Quackity, thank goodness for him, broke the tension. "Well god damn. I didn't expect that."
The collective silence affirmed one thing; neither did everybody else.
But since this was a party that people had been looking forward to all year, the night continued. You stayed sitting half on your friend's lap and both of you continued to think about what Techno had admitted.
~-~-~-~-~-
Clay had already said goodnight to his friends and was waiting in the car, having sobered up by the end of the night that it was safe for him to drive.
You faced Techno on the front porch. He and Wilbur would be going back to their home together.
"Thanks for coming to his party with me," Techno thanked you as he pulled away from the hug you had been in.
You smiled widely, thinking back to all of the fun you had in the previous couple hours. "No problem. I actually had a lot of fun. Thank you for bringing me."
He grinned too, and it made something in you flutter with a strange happiness. "I didn't expect you to have fun with all the shit that they were pulling."
That makes you laugh - and blush slightly. "Well, I still had fun, so thank you."
He bent forward, arm across his chest in a fake bow. You failed to stifle a smile.
"You are very welcome, Aphrodite."
You turn to leave, but not before doing one thing that Technoblade will end up repeating over and over in his head for the next few days.
You walk back to him, lean forward, and kiss him on the cheek. "I'd take you on a date too."
Because your back is turned to Techno as you walk back to the car - and Clay - you miss the expression on your friend's face. The utter shock. But best of all, the fact that he's blushing so hard his cheeks are the same color as his hair.
He watches and gently waves goodbye as you leave.
Holy shit.
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