Also Imagine A Punz High School Au Where Hes The Cocky Hockey Boy Who Can Get Anyone In Theory And Reader

also imagine a punz high school au where he’s the cocky hockey boy who can get anyone in theory and reader is like ya not interested and he gets invested because no one rejects him??? and he falls for them and they slowly start to let him in because damn he’s actually hot and a decent person sometimes?

maybe i’ll do something with this maybe i won’t but i think it’s criminal not to share the idea anyways

a tale as old as time [technoblade]

welcome to a tale as old as time masterlist!

this series will be a c!technoblade x gender neutral reader spin on beauty and the beast. i will keep the word count up to date with each upload.

if all goes to plan, this will be updated once a week, but please be patient if i cannot get an update out immediately. i try to have everything written in advance but sometimes things come up. (also, i've never done a proper series before, so this is going to be a learning experience for me!!)

if you wish to be added to a taglist for this series, shoot me an ask! i'd be more than happy to add one to each chapter.

as always, feedback is very much appreciated! do not hesitate to message me with your thoughts on my work.

without further ado, please, be my guest!

prologue

chapter 1: the cursed kingdom

chapter 2: the beast has a heart?

chapter 3: destiny calls

more chapters tba

reference pics: beast!techno / human!techno [full credit to original artists, links to their twitters: insyndiar / sad-ist]

word count: 8.4k

yooo i love this :D

the cookie jar

➻ c!tommy & reader

➻ cw: swearing

this is a contribution to @hufflepuff-writings 1k event! you should go follow them <3

platonic prompt number 2 : "how the hell did you manage that?"

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❝ y/n!❞ tommy yelled from in the kitchen, nit caring how loud he was despite it being three in the morning. he knew y/n was already awake, having his older sibling was a big night owl and either pulled all nighters or slept until two in the afternoon.

"tommy what do you-" y/n stopped in their tracks when they noticed how tommy was stuck on top of the fidge, his hand seemingly still in the cookie jar they had. "what the fuck are you doing?"

tommy was quick to reply, his voice still pretty loud, "well you see n/n, i was trying to get myself some cookies, as a normal teenage boy would do, and somehow i got my hand stuck in the cookie jar! i also have no idea as to how i'm supposed to climb down!"

"how the hell did you manage that?!" y/n asked as they went to grab a chair so the boy could climb down again.

"wait how did- hello?" another voice said, startling y/n as they turned to look at the voice.

"ranboo? tommy why is ranboo here?!" y/n yelled as they noticed the multi-colored boy in the living room.

"well-"

"he came here with me!" tubbo had made his way into the kitchen as he now held a tooth brush in his hand.

y/n stared at all of them before slapping a hand over their face, grumbling incoherent words as they made their way over to help tommy, who had finally climbed down, get his hand out of the jar.

"are- are you mad?" tommy hesitantly asked as he watched y/n inspect the jar.

"og course im mad but im not gonna do anything rash, knowing me i probably would've done the same thing when i was your age if i wasn't so awkward around people," y/n explained to him, trying to find the correct words to say. "plus i've gotten my hand stuck in a cookie jar a few times, myself."

"wait you have?" tommy laughed out as he watched them gently turn the jar.

"yes! now still laughing or i'll leave this jar stuck on your hand," y/n chuckled along with him as they did what they could.

"oh god, please don't! if that happens tubbo and ranboo would try to smash the jar with my hand still in it," tommy whispered, trying to keep his friends from hearing what he said.

y/n smirked as they decided to mess with the poor boy,"great idea! hey tubbo go-"

"DON'T LISTEN TO THEM TUBBO!" tommy yelled before they could finish their sentence, both tubbo and ranboo giving the two a confused look, seeing as tommy had a angry look on his face while h e stared at y/n, who was laughing their ass off.

"you're so easy to mess with!"

tommy huffed as he glared at them before looking away.

it was silent for a few minutes as the othe two teenagers made their way over to y/n and Tommy, watching as y/n eventually go tommy's hand out of the jar. "there you go. child"

"yay!" tommy shot his arms up above his head in happiness, happy to finally have freedom from the horrid clay object. "i'm a free man!"

everyone yelled in excitement as y/n watched with a smile on their face. they were happy for tommy, for he funky found people who actually saw him as a person.

go look at my recent post on mcytmushroom

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IM SORRY? you poor thing oh my god??? wtf???

but like you're Tommy cause you kinda brought us all together and are arguably the most famous one lmaooo Arielle has Tubbo's chaotic but also kinda chill vibes and I have convince some of my followers that I'm a cryptic and I'd like to keep it that way

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I KNOW U DID NOT JUST CALL ME FAMOUS LMFAOOO

playlists [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: late night drives with quackity ft some special tunes

wc: 1.2k

a/n: its my bday so i wanted to post this <3 but also i dont have time to edit it so sorry if it's not my best work :)

tw: swearing, + just super fluffy!!

‘what are you doing right now?’

the text illuminated your screen, and you sighed. glancing at the clock, you read the time to be half past two in the morning. you groaned, typing back a quick response.

‘i’m in bed alex, what the fuck? it’s two thirty in the morning.’

you watched as he typed and deleted a few times, setting your phone down and glancing back at your laptop, mindlessly playing a random comedy movie you’d selected until your phone buzzed once more.

‘wanna go for a drive?’

of course, he knew how you adored late night drives and couldn’t possibly refuse them. so with a sigh, you told him yes and hauled yourself from the comfort of your mattress, slipping on the nearest hoodie and pair of sweatpants and waiting by your front door.

‘here!’

you made your way down the driveway, opening his car door and sliding in with an exaggerated huff of annoyance. he laughed, shaking his head softly at your childish actions.

“hello to you too.” he chuckled, shifting gears and pulling out onto the road. you grumbled a response, but couldn’t help the smile gracing your features as you peered out the window and watched the city pass by.

he reached over, fumbling momentarily until a soft tune began to play from his car speakers. he adjusted the volume so it was loud enough to be heard, but also quiet enough that you could talk over it should you wish to.

the thing about a relationship like yours was that you didn’t need to constantly be saying or doing something. spending time together was more than enough. sitting in his car, music down low and a blissful silence overtaking you both, you felt at peace.

“thank you.” you mumbled, tiredly. he flashed you a genuine smile, before it morphed into a playful grin.

“for what?” he asked, peeking your way. you shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes.

“for taking me out tonight.” you mumbled, bracing yourself for the inevitable.

“you would be sleeping right now, it’s almost like you should’ve listened to me in the first place.” he teased, and you sighed dramatically.

“i guess you just know me better than i know myself.” you pouted, smiling despite yourself. though lighthearted, there was truth to your statement. he was your soulmate. you don’t know what you would’ve done in a life without him. you didn’t want to imagine it.

you hadn’t even noticed how quiet he had fallen either. he pondered your words deeply, the butterflies in his stomach fluttering hard. even after all the time spent together, you still threw his heart into overdrive.

in an attempt to distract himself from the pounding in his chest, he began quietly humming along to the familiar tune echoing through his car.

you were pulled from your fond thoughts when you heard the low vibrations of his voice, and only then did you realize he was playing one of your favourite songs, one you’d happened to recommend to him recently.

“hey, you listened to it.” you muttered in awe, and he glanced at you, arching his brow in question.

“of course i listened to it, why wouldn’t i?” he asked, curiously.

“i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t expect you to like it or something.” you rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly embarrassed.

“i’d listen to anything if it meant seeing you smile.” he mumbled, and heat rose to your cheeks instantly.

“shut up, oh my god!” you pouted, shoving his shoulder lightly and sparking a laugh from your boyfriend.

he chuckled at you. god, were you cute. “but seriously. i listen to everything you recommend. i love your taste in music.” he admitted, and you smiled, touched.

“really?” you asked, hopefully. he nodded, gesturing for you to check his phone. you did so, typing in his password and unlocking his phone.

it was left open on the music app, where a playlist was being displayed. y/n’s recommendations, it read. you smiled brightly, feeling heat creeping up your cheeks.

“y/n’s recommendations, how original of you.” you teased, but one glance your way and he could read your flattery like a book.

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” he mumbled, teasingly.

you listened through the playlist for a short while longer, manually picking the songs you felt like listening to when you stumbled upon a playlist called w.i.p.

“whats this? whip?” you asked, and alex tensed, laughing nervously.

“uh, nothing. just a playlist im making. w.i.p stands for work in progress.” he explained. his sudden discomfort did not go unnoticed by you, and you frowned.

“are you okay?” you asked, gently. he sighed, pondering for a moment and then nodded.

“you can put it on, if you want. the playlist, i mean.” he muttered quietly, almost so you couldn’t hear him. you did, however, and agreed, putting the playlist on shuffle.

you listened intently, trying to figure out why he was so tense and instead found yourself subconsciously bopping your head to the beat.

“wow, this song is amazing!” you exclaimed, quick to check his phone to mark the name of the song and save it into your own music library.

“yeah?” he questioned, waiting with baited breath for your response. you could tell how nervous he really was as you watched his fingers tap anxiously against the wheel.

you reached over, gently grabbing one of his hands and squeezing it before allowing him to replace it on the wheel. “yeah.” you assured.

as the playlist progressed, you found yourself immersing further and further into the songs, fully soaking in the variation of music.

“this is one of the best playlists i’ve ever heard, and you’re telling me it’s not even done?” you asked, ludicrously. alex laughed sheepishly.

“i’m glad you like it.” he paused, sighing. “uh, i actually have a confession.”

you turned to him fully, smiling encouragingly as you waited. he swallowed, glancing at you quickly before returning his gaze to the road. “well, um, i was actually making that playlist for you. you give me such good music suggestions all of the time, i wanted to repay the favor and surprise you.”

a warm feeling swarmed in your chest, touched by his actions. you leaned over, gently placing a small kiss on his cheek and as the passing street lights shone down on you, you were given the perfect view of his reddened cheeks. “thank you. i love it.”

“i love you.” he replied, flashed you his signature smile.

“and i love you.” you mumbled, happily. “i’m really glad we did this tonight.” he hummed in agreement, his gaze flickering to meet your own every so often.

a comfortable silence fell over you once more, the playlist he made you continuing to leak from the vehicle’s speakers.

as you laid back in pure bliss, watching the dark roads pass, you realized you wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

and you couldn’t have asked for anything more.