summary (they/them) tis the season to be in love! and ‘tis the season to have an excuse to kiss your mcyt lover, with the help of a poisonous garland.. (includes dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, bbh, c!technoblade, wilbur, punz, fundy, and eret)
warnings swearing, lots of kissing, maybe some suggestive themes? maybe
a/n merry very belated christmas, hannukah, kwanza and boxing day to those who celebrate! have a late fic for your winter fic needs, and have a happy new year my loves <3
hcs = headcanons btw,, this is my first try at this format so let me know if it’s alright!!
dream + this man definitely put mistletoe somewhere in his gaming room the second it hit december + just for the excuse to kiss you all month + he doesn’t have all the time in the world despite the holiday season + so it was just a gesture to show some romance every time you visit his workspace + he also just likes the opportunity to give you that shit-eating grin every time you enter his office
“come in!” dream called out when he heard you knock at his door, making sure he was muted from the call with his friends.
“streaming?” you questioned quietly, peeking your head into the room. he turned his chair to you as he slung his headphones around his neck.
“nah,” he shook his head. “sap is, but i’m muted.” you smiled, opening the door further to slip in. “what’s up, babe?”
“brought some snacks,” you smiled, holding up a plate in one of your hands. “and water, ‘cause god knows you’re not drinking that.”
he chuckled with a grin. “thank you, babe. you’re very thoughtful.” you just hummed, placing the items onto his desk. “you know what that deserves?”
you arched an eyebrow at him as he leaned back in his gaming chair, a familiar mischievous smirk on his face. “what?” he pointed above him and you let out a laugh at the sight of the mistletoe just above his chair. “wow.” he just chuckled as you looked back down at him. “now i have to kiss you every time i come in here?”
“yep,” he hummed sweetly. “if you don’t, santa takes away one gift, you know.”
you let out another laugh. “is that so?” he nodded confidently, his leg bouncing his chair back and forth as he smirked at you. “you’re ridiculous, clay.”
“i know,” he chuckled as you finally leaned down to kiss your boyfriend. he hummed into it as you cupped his face in your hands. you nearly yelped when he pulled you onto his lap, deepening what was supposed to be an innocent kiss even further.
you two would have continued for as long as you liked had it not been for his friends beginning to scream for him, loud enough that it could be heard from the headphones around his neck. he groaned when you pulled away from him.
“i hate them.”
“go save those boys,” you snickered, lifting yourself from his lap.
he grumbled as he slipped his headphones back onto his ears, calling to you before you could close his door, “you better come see me again.”
george + it would have to be your doing + that man would be too embarrassed at just the THOUGHT of hanging it up + so you just strung it somewhere obvious, in a doorway somewhere + he notices it right away but he gets all nervous and blushy + you’ll have to nudge him to get him to actually kiss you + that poor boy is too embarrassed by the littlest things
george checked his phone briefly when he came to a stopping point in his editing, smiling when he saw you sent him a text not too long ago proclaiming you had made lunch. he happily shot you a text back saying he was making his way, standing from his chair and relishing in the moment he got to stretch his legs.
he heard your humming and smiled, heading straight for the kitchen. but when he reached the doorway, a bright green and red mistletoe stuck out from the white frame. he felt himself immediately turn red, seeing you were just inside the kitchen, cleaning up from making lunch.
“hey love,” you smiled. “hungry?”
“yeah, uh..,” he coughed. “did you.. put this here?” you looked up curiously, greeted with the sight of your red-faced boyfriend staring at the garland.
“oh, yeah,” you smiled. “i was finishing up decorating and found it.”
he nodded, eyes still glued to it. “well, then..” his eyes turned to where you smiled, resting your head in your hand. he looked at you like he was expecting you to know what his staying meant, and you did, but you wanted to hear him say it out loud.
“what is it?” you encouraged with a hum.
“well, i-it’s mistletoe,” your boyfriend spoke, gesturing to the plant. he let out an awkward laugh, “aren’t we gonna..?” he scoffed at your mischievous grin. “god, you just love to embarrass me!”
“i do,” you admitted. “do you want a kiss, george?”
“shut- don’t say it like that!” you laughed out again at his red face, walking over to him finally. “god, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“a pleasant way to die,” you smiled, taking his face into your hands. he rolled his eyes, though he was now smiling at you, too. you placed a sweet kiss to his lips that he quickly reciprocated, despite his former embarrassment.
“im keeping it up.”
“please don’t.”
sapnap + he’s such a little shit about it + for NO reason + he knows he can kiss you any time, any place + but the second there’s mistletoe around he gets a stupid smile + he’s all like “ohh y/n~~” + you’re like motherfucker just kiss me already + probably makes you kiss him first + for extra little shit points
“hmm, i wonder where this came from..”
“what’s that sap?” you hum, stepping away from the kitchen to see what he was muttering about. his wide, contagious grin brought a smile to your own face, though you knew nothing good could come from it.
“did you put this up, babe?” sapnap questioned, pointing at the mistletoe he had stationed himself under.
you crossed your arms, leaning in the kitchen doorway. “i didn’t, actually.” your boyfriend just hummed. “did you?”
“oh, no, i didn’t,” he shrugged, his tone a miserable attempt at innocence. “weird.”
“very,” you mused. you almost giggled aloud when your boyfriend looked over at you, eyes expectant and mischievous. “well, then you can take down the mystery mistletoe while i finish dinner.” you saw his expression drop for a moment when you barely turned toward the kitchen.
“what? no- you’re not even gonna kiss me?”
you giggled at your boyfriend’s pout, finally stepping forward and under the mistletoe. “you’re such a sap.”
“it’s in the name, babe,” he replied, his grin immediately returning as your hands slipped to his shoulders. you rolled your eyes before leaning up to give your boyfriend a sweet kiss that was too brief for his liking, chasing your lips for another when you tried to pull away. after a few giggly kisses, you finally managed to push sapnap away.
“you’ve had your wish,” you laughed. “i gotta finish dinner now.”
“alright, but the mistletoe’s staying!”0
karl + this cutie pie + loves the idea so much he considers investing in some mistletoe for your first christmas living together + too bad you beat him to it :)) + walks in on you hanging it up and you’re like “!!get out!!” + he thinks you’re so adorable
“awww..,” karl cooed when he saw you standing on a step stool, attempting to paste the garland to the entrance of your shared bedroom.
your gaze snapped down to him and you lost your balance for a moment. “no- karl!” you huff with a pout, dropping your arms to your sides. “it was supposed to be a surprise!” the poorly taped mistletoe fell in an instant, tapping you on the head on its way down.
“aw, sweetie, it still is! i still love it,” karl grinned, walking over to wrap his arms around your waist. his head was at your stomach level, but your dramatic pout was still clear. “it definitely surprised me.”
“yeah, yeah,” you whined, lightly hitting his shoulder. “why’d you have to come in?”
he shrugged, “i was wondering where the step stool was..”
“you don’t need the step stool, you giant,” you complained, though you were smiling now. you hit his shoulder again and he let go of you, bending down to pick up the fallen décor. “whatever.. i wouldn’t have gotten it hung up anyway.”
“you tried,” he smiled, sticking the fake plant to your forehead. you grimaced, but it fell just as easily as it did from the ceiling. karl laughed and pressed a kiss to your pouted lips. “i’ll help you hang it up, love.”
“you better give me a proper kiss for my efforts first,” you demanded lightly, bopping your finger on his nose.
“happily,” karl muttered with a grin, leaning up to you a proper pre-mistletoe kiss.
quackity + y’all. + has anyone ever seen those funny sticks that have mistletoe on the end? that you’re supposed to hold over couples or whatever? + he has one. + he hangs it over the both of you at any point in the day + and he’s always like “oh wow! what are the chances mi amor!” + you always kiss him but ohmygosh, he’s a dork
“oh, mi amor..!”
you didn’t have to look up to know quackity was holding that ridiculous stick over your head again. you just sighed, keeping your gaze trained on the essay you were typing rather than your lover’s shit-eating grin in the reflection of you computer. “i hope you know that the more you do this, the less romantic it becomes.”
the shift in reflection only told you that his grin had turned into a pout. “don’t say that! mistletoe is magical, babe, the romance never dies!”
you couldn’t help but smile at quackity’s dramatics. “you’re a desperate man, aren’t you?”
“desperate for your love,” he admitted shamelessly, leaning against the side of your desk with a cheesy grin. you just shook your head distractedly as you continued typing, trying your best to resume your previous frame of thought.
“you’re not gonna go away until you get a kiss, are you?” you hummed as you typed.
“nope,” your boyfriend affirmed. you sighed to yourself, thinking, ‘better make it count.’
when you finished the sentence you were typing, you quickly stood and turned to your boyfriend, tugging him by the shirt. he yelped quietly, but was quickly silenced by his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was far more ferocious than he had anticipated.
your lips were hot and quick moving against his, and he dropped the stupid stick of mistletoe to catch up with your sudden passion. by the end of the kiss, quackity had you trapped against your desk with your hands still gripping his t-shirt tightly.
“woah,” your boyfriend breathed, eyes blown wide with surprise. you could feel his breathing was slightly labored, tickling your cheeks as you just smiled at him. “and you said the romance was fading!”
badboyhalo + he doesn’t plan it, but BOY has he dreamt about it + nothing can convince me that bad isn’t a hopeless romantic + he’s definitely thought of that sweet, magical mistletoe kiss that you tell your kids about when the holidays come around + but he’s a shy boy when it comes to romance, so most of his fantasies stay fantasies + you guys do get your mistletoe kiss!! it’s just a lot less perfect than either of you imagined + but in a way, doesn’t that make it even more magical?
“stop laughing!”
“i’m not laughing!” you assured to bad, though a giggle laced your words. you held your hand out to him as he planted his skates back on the ice. “you’re learning! i’m not laughing at you.”
once he was uprighted, bad huffed out a cloud of cold air in your direction. you yelped, giggling again when he pressed a kiss to your cold nose.
“let’s take a break,” he grumbled, tugging your hand toward the exit of the ice. “i want hot chocolate.”
“okay, okay,” you giggled, gripping onto your boyfriend’s strong forearm. he smiled as you gently guided the two of you over. “you’re not awful for a beginner, bad.”
he grumbled again, “yeah, yeah..” he couldn’t help but smile when you rested your head against his arm, but he continued to grieve, “keep rubbing in my face how you’ve skated since you were a kid, yeah, that feels great.” he just laughed out when you lifted your head and whacked your gloved hand against his arm.
you helped him slow to a stop as you approached the exit. “you got it?” you hummed when he grasped the railing next to the exit, helping stop his motion before he attempted to step off.
“yes,” he assured. “but thank you, muffin.” you smiled at the endearing nickname as you used the railing to slow yourself to a stop.
“oh, bad, look!” you suddenly exclaimed, drawing his attention away from the shaking of his skates. you pointed to the entranceway/exit, which had a small bough of mistletoe dangling from it. “mistletoe.”
he could admit his heart warmed at the sight, his boyish fantasies of the perfect mistletoe kiss with you flooding his mind at once. “aww,” he smiled. he stabilized himself before lifting one hand from the railing, albeit a little shaky and awkwardly. “shall we?”
you giggled at your adorable boyfriend. you took his hand, using it to skate you closer to him. “we shall.” he smiled sweetly at you again before pulling you in a gentle, long kiss that made you forget about the cold that surrounded you. bad took his other hand off of the railing to place on your arm, and that’s when it went wrong.
bad immediately lost his balance, slipping backward and taking you down with him. you landed on top of him with a yelp and bad cringed at his own clumsiness. but just when he was going to apologize out of sheer embarrassment, you started to giggle. not at him; he could tell from the genuine sound that you were giggling at the situation rather than the culprit.
his face, already warm from embarrassment, grew even hotter when you only spoke, “god, i love you, bad.”
c!technoblade + this man could not give less of a fuck + you probably point out some mistletoe and he’s like. okay + sometimes on the inside he’ll be a little blushy about it + the idea of having a perfect moment to kiss you is so incredibly tempting, like the perfect opportunity to FINALLY make a move + so after finally happening across some, he might just take the chance to kiss you + maybe. it’d take a lot of sudden confidence from him
“aw, look,” you hummed. technoblade’s gaze turned to you as you both continued your trek through the snow. “two zombies under some mistletoe.” you were pointing to the entrance of a cave, where two zombies were glaring out at your figures.
“romantic,” technoblade muttered, looking to the long vine of poisonous garland that encased the entrance to the cave. “god, that shit’s everywhere..”
you nodded in agreement, looking back to the path ahead of you toward technoblade’s house. “well, it’s winter in the tundra. that just means more snow and a whole lot of mistletoe.”
“alright, dr. seuss,” he snickered. you just shook your head at him.
“rhyming or not, im right,” you smiled, looking up at another entanglement of the garland in one of the tall trees. he took a moment to admire the way the snow reflected off the overcast skies, giving you a glow that was all too familiar to him. yet it still made his chest grow warm. “have you ever had a mistletoe kiss, tech?”
he raised his eyebrow at the question, but you were still looking into the trees. “no.. but i did slap wilbur under some once.”
you immediately laughed out, turning to him with a grin. “no way.”
“listen, he puckered up and i was not about to kiss him,” he explained, holding his hands up in mock surrender. you just laughed again. he smiled at you before looking ahead, seeing his house was just around the corner of some trees now. “why do you ask?”
you shrugged. “you’ve lived in the tundra long enough; i figured you’d have a fun story.” you turned the corner to his house. “and you did.”
“i always pull through,” he shrugged in response, making you chuckle as you both stepped onto his porch. he moved to get the door for you, but he stopped when you looked around and your gaze caught on something above the two of you.
a patch of mistletoe had made its way to his porch, snaking in from a nearby tree. his heart nearly stopped, the voices that had been whispering about mistletoe now starting to yell at him as his gaze flickered between you and the vine.
‘kiss her.’ ‘KISS HER.’ ‘gods, please kiss her!’
then you turned to him with a gentle smile and a tilt of your head. “you gonna slap me?” god, he prayed he wasn’t imagining the newfound flush that creeped up your neck.
though he smirked amusedly, he spoke softer than he had intended, “no. i wouldn’t do that to you.” you just continued to look into his eyes, your smile growing at his words. the voices continued to swirl encouragements before he finally leaned toward you, taking your cheek into his hand and leaning down to press his cold lips to yours.
his heart hammered for a moment before you began to kiss him back, placing one of your gloved hands on his chest. it was a short kiss, way shorter than he would have liked, but it was enough to silence the voices to a hush when he pulled away as he awaited you to speak. but you just smiled sheepishly at him.
technoblade smirked with satisfaction as his hand fell from your cheek. he finally opened the door for you, muttering, “way better than that time with wilbur.”
wilbur + there’s two ways this starts + either 1. he sets the mistletoe up himself and plans the perfect moment + or 2. you two happen across some and he still becomes the most smug romantic motherfucker u know + either way he’s gonna be smug and proud of himself + he just loves you a lot and mistletoe is a PERFECT excuse to make a lasting memory for the both of you
“let’s grab some hot chocolate,” wilbur suggested when you shivered against him again. despite being completely bundled up, nothing truly protected you from the bitter cold of england’s winter.
“yes, please,” you immediately agreed, and wilbur snickered at your eagerness. he pressed a quick kiss to your nose before guiding you toward a small café.
there was a line when you entered, but the air was so warm in contrast to the snowy streets that neither of you minded. you cuddled into your boyfriend’s side as he hummed along to some holiday song that softly played in the shop.
his gaze wandered around the small building, stopping when he saw some mistletoe. it was just a pace or two away, further up in the line. the cogs in his brain immediately began to turn, devising the perfect way to kiss you as the line moved another step.
“what are you thinking about, wil?” you hummed contentedly, seeing your boyfriend spacing out. wilbur just looked down at you with a grin. the line moved another step forward.
“nothing, love,” he smiled, guiding you to step forward with him. “but..” you looked up at him expectantly. “i do believe you owe me something.”
you thought for a moment. “is it my turn to buy?”
“no,” he chuckled. he took your chin into his hand and tilted your head up to catch sight of the mistletoe hung above you amongst other decorations. you just shook your head at him with a chuckle.
“that’s an easy price to pay,” you ceded. you were going to lean up for a simple peck when wilbur’s hand snaked around to rest on your back, quickly maneuvering your body around to dip you dramatically. you could feel his grin as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. you lost yourself in the passion for just a moment before remembering where the two of you were.
you smacked his chest when he finally pulled away, uprighting the two of you again. “wilbur soot, we are in public!” you hissed quietly, looking around to see some of the other patrons of the café smiling and shaking their heads at your pair.
“my love for you is not confined by societal standards,” he proclaimed, placing a hand on his heart as he grinned at your flushing features. his heart was racing in his chest still, but your embarrassed, lovesick look was worth the anxiety. you pressed your hands to your hot cheeks.
“you are suddenly my least favorite poet-!”
punz + definitely didn’t plan it + let’s face it, he probably didn’t even think about it + but when the opportunity is presented, who is he to pass it up?? + definitely gets smug and teases you + also like sapnap, probably waits for you to kiss him first
“very funny,” you teased after your boyfriend threw some off handed comment your way. he snickered, opening the door to the diner for you anyway.
you leaned against him after he stepped in, waiting for the hostess to have a free moment to get you a table. he mumbled another tease to you and you just shook your head, whacking his arm lazily. he just chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss in your hair as his arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer to him.
as you smiled, you heard some giggles sound nearby. when you looked over to see a small group of teenage girls sat, looking over at you and punz and whispering. at first, you assumed they were fans, until you noted their gazes flickered above the two of you.
you looked up, gaining punz’s attention when you lifted your head from his shoulder. he looked with you and let out a short laugh at the sight of a hefty bunch of mistletoe perched above the two of you.
“so, you gonna kiss me?” punz hummed, turning his gaze back to you as you were still staring at the plant.
“no, you’re gonna kiss me,” you shrugged surely.
“i am?” he responded, smirking down at you. despite his continued teasing, his eyes were now flickering from your gaze to your lips.
“yeah,” you smiled. “because you’re taller and closer to the mistletoe. so you gotta kiss me first.”
“oh, is that how it works?” your boyfriend teased, his voice a low rumble. you hummed to confirm and he let out one last snicker before pressing his lips to yours. you placed a hand on his cheek to relish in the sweet moment before pulling away, mainly for the sake of the patrons of the restaurant.
you tucked your head back into your boyfriend’s side contentedly, listening to the teenage girls swoon and coo at the both of you.
fundy + he would be such a shy boy around his s/o i love him + it would be another situation where you two were out and about and stumbled across some mistletoe + he would notice it but wouldn’t point it out right away + i assume he’s very shy about pda so he’s DEFINITELY not gonna initiate + definitely already blushing + you’ll have to notice it for him to finally kiss you
fundy was usually a very active listener; he’d make small noises and comments as you told stories, which you often tended to ramble on as you two shopped. but now, as you wandered about the toy aisle, chattering on about what to get your nephew, your lover was silent.
“you’re unusually quiet,” you commented after another few minutes of fundy’s silence. you looked over to see his face was red, but not the kind of red that came from the cold. instead, the red creeped up from his neck to lick at his cheeks. “you alright, love?”
“y-yeah!” he assured, rubbing a sheepish hand to the back of his neck. “yeah.”
“you sure?” you prodded, placing your hand on his elbow. he gave you a sweet smile, though he was still tense under your gaze and touch.
“im alright,” he nodded. fundy held your gaze for another moment before moving again, busying himself by looking at some legos behind you. you pursed your lips in thought for a moment, looking around to see what could have flustered your boyfriend. you connected the dots immediately when you spotted the mistletoe just overhead.
you smiled to yourself, glancing around briefly to make sure no one else was around to save your boyfriend from further embarrassment.
“hey, floris, can i get your opinion on this?” you hummed as innocently as you could. your puppy of a boyfriend immediately trotted over.
“what is it, love?”
“just this,” you hummed, taking his cheek into your hand and pressing a short kiss to his lips. the blush immediately returned to his face as you smiled at him. “don’t like mistletoe?”
it took him a second to process, stuttering, “n-no, i do! i definitely do, just..” he absentmindedly took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together clumsily. he shrugged, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “didn’t know if you did.”
“i do,” you assured, squeezing his hand. he finally broke into an eased smile. “let’s keep looking.” you tugged his hand to pull him to the next aisle, but fundy didn’t budge. when you turned back to him, you didn’t get a chance to question him before his other hand snuck onto your cheek and he pressed a harder, more confident kiss to your lips that you happily reciprocated.
when he pulled away, you gave him a knowing look. he began to splutter again, rambling out, “i-i thought you deserved a proper mistletoe kiss!”
“you’re adorable, my love.”
eret + she’s been awaiting all YEAR for this moment + they just love the idea of a romantic, show-stopping mistletoe kiss + definitely put the mistletoe up themself + probably also made you two a romantic date night, complete with a reservation to a nice restaurant and an ice skating date + he wants everything to be perfect, but because he’s so confident in the fact that you’ll make anything perfect, it literally becomes the most romantic evening ever
“we’re never going ice skating again,” you giggled, clinging to your lover’s arm as you walked back to your apartment.
“what!” she exclaimed as you continued to giggle. “why not, love? i thought it was fun!”
“it was,” you assured. “but you’re too good at it; it made me feel worse when i fell the seven times i did.”
eret hummed, “oh, love..” they removed their arm from your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders. “your falling was adorable.”
“falling? adorable?” you sounded incredulously, and he laughed after hearing the words repeated back to him. “you’re insane.”
he shook his head, retracting his arm to retrieve his keys from his pocket as you approached your doorstep. “maybe i just think you’readorable.”
you shook your head at her. “you’re insane.” as she unlocked the door with another chuckle, you shifted your gaze around amusedly. your curious eyes stopped when they found something of interest above you. “oh, hey..” she turned to you curiously and you pointed. “mistletoe.”
they turned their gaze above and smiled at the small plant. “so it is.” they tucked the key back into their pocket and turned to you. they raised their eyebrows, tilting their head teasingly. “guess you gotta kiss me.”
“i guess i do,” you hummed, mimicking their teasing actions. he chuckled at you, sliding one hand into your hair as you placed a hand on his chest, meeting in a perfectly warm kiss that contrasted the cold californian air.
after that passionate moment, you pulled away to grin at your lover. she chuckled, pressing her fingers to her lips to relish the moment before opening the door to the apartment. “totally worth nearly falling off the ladder earlier.”
Fuckingobssessed with the concept of Techno being a fucking teenager during the Antartic Empire in dsmp lore
And the fact they share a birthday
I’m sorry but this is fucking hysterical
Just IMAGINE
Wilbur : Dad!!! Look!!! I made a friend!!! :D
Techno : wait“dad”-
Phil : oh you met Techno? Ah how lovely. He’s-
Wilbur : yeah! We’re also the same age!
Phil :
Phil : what
Techno : we also happen to share the same birthday lmao
Phil : what.
Wilbur : we’re like twins!! :D
Phil :
Phil, under his breath : technoplease tell me you are not 15 years old
I have like a lot of ways he finds out rattling in my brain hold on
A - If you like shapeshifter techno this ones for you
Techno’s human form kinda has a similar hair style to Wilbur at the time, and they meet up when he’s. A human and they have different hair colours but wilbur’s fucking :0!!!! About it and he’s like “you’re like. You’re like my twin techno…” and techno’s like “hnnoooooo no I am not” and then Wilbur asks (edit: abt borthdayz) and that just reinforces the idea in wilburs mind
B -
It’s wilbur’s birthday so he’s like telling techno about it and techno’s responds “oh huh it’s my birthday today too. Pretty sure.” And techno asks how old Wilbur is and Phil comments how will’s so young, only 15 and techno just goes :I AM LOOKING AWAY: and goes like “Phil are you okay to recieve information that could possibly alarm you”
Phil : oh he’s quite young, only 15!
Techno :
Phil : techno?
Techno : Phil do you consent to me sharing certain information that could possibly alarm you.
Phil : t-
Phil : techno how old are you
Techno :
Phil : techno.
Techno : phil.
Phil : please tell me you are not 15 years old technoblade
Wilbur : we’re like twins!!!!!!
Phil : techno.
Techno : phil.
Phil : techno please tell me i haven’t been COMMITTING WAR CRIMES WITH A 15 YEAR OLD
Techno : well technically you were committing them with a 14 year old
Phil : (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Ok but i raise you:
Techno : you’ve known me for like- 2 years haven’t you?
Phil :
Phil : oh my god.
Techno : *cackling*
Phil : YOU WERE THIRTEEN?
Techno : *cackles harder*
Wilbur : when I was 13 I was learning how to play guitar while you were committing war crimes? :(
Phil: when do piglins stop growing? do you just keep getting taller until you’re 30?
Techno: it’s pretty similar to humans, i think? we do most of our growing before 16
phil: wow, you’ve had a late growth spurt then?
techno:
phil:
phil: techno. please tell me you aren’t 16
techno: i am not 16
Phil : oh thank go-
Techno : I’m actually 15. Not sure how that’s any better?
Phil : wHAT
These headcanons are fucking brilliant I cant breathe-
This entire concept is gold
Imagine Phil sometimes still forgets Techno is 15 sometimes
Just
Techno : *voice crack*
Techno : ah. puberty. truly the bain of my existence.
Phil : puberty? What the f-
Phil : OH YEAH
Techno, with cuts on his face :
Phil : yikes- who tried to fight you this time?
Techno : I-
Techno, under his breath : …i tried to shave, Phil.
Phil, offering a glass of wine : rough day?
Techno : oh- no thanks.
Phil : oh you not a big wine person?
Techno :
Techno : philza minecraft i’m 15 years old.
“Philza Minecraft I am 15 years old”
I’m fucking deflating right now. Who gave you the right to be this funny??????
The funny has been bestowed upon me by god himself❤
God isnt real.
I know what you did.
Actually to make this even worsebetter, its fun to imagine techno telling all these stories from blitz, skywars, bedwars, etc. Only for post-reveal philza to realize all of that happened when techno was even younger than he is now
warnings insomnia? not being able to sleep? are these warnings ? i don’t know ? + use of streamers’ real names!
a/n ↴
hello ! i had the sudden motivation to write headcanons, and i’ve seen other writers do this, so i decided to do my take on it !
enjoy some fluff ! <33
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wilbur soot !
- starting off with wilburr, because you can never write enough wilburr
- his sleep schedule is terrible and I feel like he would understand having trouble sleeping
- not the type to get out of bed, rather he tries to get you both asleep
- has you face him with your head on his chest, curled into him
- i feel like he’s probably very warm, like your own personal heater
- but anyways your head is on his chest,
- that way you can listen to his heartbeat
- rubs circles on your back, or runs his finger through your hair, very soothing
- offers to sing you to sleep
- his voice is tired and barely above a whisper
- he’s either singing a cheesy love song, or a song he wrote for/about you
- if after all that you haven’t fallen asleep, you decide to just talk
- lying on your backs, either holding hands or just being close to each other
- and he’s just rambling about everything and anything, things he’s passionate about, the most random absurd things that he for someone reason knows
- sometimes you talk too, rambling or just light conversation between you too
- other times, when you’re too exhausted to reply, you just listen
- occasionally humming in acknowledgment to let him know you’re still listening
- ‘i hate anteaters’ 'mm i know will, i know’
- 'this one time when i was 7 i …’
- 'how are you darling, i hope you had a good day’ 'i’m tired, but this is really nice, will’
- again i feel like he’s just very soothing and will lull you to sleep
- going to add blurbs to the ends of each person’s headcanons!
wilbur pauses, noticing you hadn’t said anything in a while and looks down at you. your chest slowly rising and falling, you look so peaceful, calm. finally asleep. he smiles down at you, bending down to press a light kiss to your forehead. moving closer to you, he presses one final kiss to your temple. 'goodnight, my love’
quackity ! ⭐️
- while i feel wilbur wouldn’t want to get out of bed, quackity would
- but he wouldn’t go very far-
- just to his desk, dragging your blanket along with him
- you pull up a chair next to him, or just sit on his lap, up to you
- your snuggled up together under the blanket, as he starts up his computer
- if you have the energy, you might stream with him
- 'LATE NIGHT ROBLOX ( with my partner ! <3) ’
- a roblox stream, where you mess around
- your sleep-deprived brains laughing at everything
- attempting an obby and just repeatedly dying
- chat is concerned, kinda? but also finds it hilarious
- i feel like he’s also more clingy/cuddly when he’s tired
- so he’s more touchy and almost like a toddler
- chat is clipping it all to put in compilations
- 'y/n and quackity being adorable for 8 minutes straight’ , 'sleep deprived y/n and quackity’, 'tired quackity being a toddler’
- 'y/nnnnn hold my hand pleaseeee’ 'alexxx nooo I’m trying to play robloxxxx’
- leans his head on your shoulder and almost falls asleep while you are playing
- if you’re not in the mood to stream, or just far too tired to
- he decides to play minecraft, just something for you to watch
- this time you’re laying your head on his shoulder while he plays
- he might monologue what he’s doing
- and his voice goes all soft and whispery
- 'and now mi amor, i’m going to kill some sheep’ 'die sheep >:(’
- 'oooh iron!! look babe i found iron !!’
- you just reply with a soft 'mhm’ and a nod against his shoulder
- his monologuing and the movements on the screen, lull you to sleep
alex looks away from his monitor and down at your sleeping figure. 'awh, sleepy baby’ he mumbles to himself. lifting the blanket off himself and you, he moves to face you, and picks you up bridal style, trying his very best not to wake you; knowing how hard it was for you to fall asleep in the first place. he carries you back to bed, lays you down. grabbing the blanket from the desk and placing it over your sleeping figure. 'mission success’ he whispers quietly, smiling. he lays down and places himself under the blanket, moving to hold you in his arms. 'duerme bien mi amor’ he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, before giving into sleep.
- that ended up being a lot longer, i swear this happens every time i write quackity T .T
i apologize for my terrible attempts at spanish, if anything doesn’t make sense, blame google translate, and my friend who i went to for help !
niki ! ☀️
- niki !!
- niki seems very comforting and <33
- she would probably feel bad that you couldn’t sleep and would help you in anyway she can
- 'awh no baby i’m sorry’ 'anything i can do to help?’
- i think first you two would just lay in bed together, cuddling
- similar to what i wrote for wilbur
- i think she would hold you in her arms, as close as possible
- under many layers and fluffy blankets
- makes sure you are warm and comfortable
- rubs her hands up and down your arms
- whispers sweet nothing (that’s so fanfiction i know)
- and her presence alone just makes you sleepy
- if you really can’t fall asleep, then niki comes up with the brilliant idea to bake!
- she just seems like suck a bake-y person, if that makes any sense
- so you find some recipe on Pinterest, probably something along the lines of cookies or brownies, something easy to make
- while it’s baking, you two cuddle on the couch, with some soft music in the background
- make sure to set a timer in case you fall asleep !!
- and when the cookies are done, you drag your blanket with you and sit on the kitchen counter, eating whatever you baked
- by then it’s pretty late (depending on when you got out of bed)
- and you are probably tired, so you decide to try sleeping again
- this time, the combination of warm blankets, her soothing touch, and being worn out from your late-night baking session
- is enough to put you to sleep
- niki’s arms are very comfortable, and a great source of warmth
'lovely?’ niki asks, noticing your eyes, close to shutting, exhaustion evident in them. 'mhmm?’ you manage to reply, 'you look so tired my love, want to try sleeping again? you simply nod your head. niki gets of the counter and grabs your hand, walking you to the bedroom. you once again find yourself enveloped in blankets and warmth, back in niki’s arms. this time sleep comes easier. niki softly kisses your forehead, before whispering, 'i hope you sleep well my love’. and that’s the last you hear, before finally drifting off to sleep.
karl !
- karl <33
- another one who feels bad for you
- even though he also has a terrible sleep schedule
- i think he also has trouble sleeping, so he will understand you :)
- he would not want to get out of bed
- just wants to cuddle you to sleep
- but since you’ve probably already tried that, considering you two definitely sleep all cuddled up (but that’s a different set of headcanons-)
- you two will go under the covers, still cuddled up and close to one another
- and you’ll watch either movies, shows, youtube, anything along those lines; on either your or karl’s phone
- i’m leaning towards movies, especially longer ones
- i feel like those would more likely make you sleepy
- or if you’re watching youtube, i think you would be watching like satisfying slime videos ? you know?
- i don’t know i feel you two send each other satisfying tiktoks and it just became a thing you enjoy
- like, does anyone know those videos with sand? the ones where they cut it and put it into tall glasses and flatten it?
- if you don’t know what i mean this probably sounds really odd-
- anyways if you are not watching movies, i feel like you would watch that
- there is probably not much talking, since you are both very tired
- the brightness and volume of the phone are low, and its leaning against a pillow or one of your legs, since you gave up trying to hold it up
- and you just watch stuff till you fall asleep, or till you are tired enough that you can turn it off
- except for that one time you two accidentally stayed up till 5 am, and then passed out and woke up at 1 pm
- sometimes if you don’t feel like using devices, karl just holds you in his arms
- neither of you is asleep, but you’re both tired, and it’s really comfortable silence
- eventually, you fall asleep in his arms, even if it takes a while
finally, your breathing slows, as you drift off to sleep in karl’s embrace. he’s just as tired as you, eyes droopy, almost closed. but he notices that you’ve finally fallen asleep. he smiles down at you, admiring your sleeping face. pressing a few light kisses, on your eyelids and nose and a final on your forehead. he whispers out, just barely audible, voice filled with sleepiness, 'goodnight, sleep well baby’
sapnap !
- sap nap sapnap.
- he’s probably fast asleep, leaving you alone to stare at the ceiling
- after a while of pointless attempts of falling asleep, you decide to get up
- he finds you on the couch staring at the turned-off tv, a glass of water on the table in front of you
- 'baby? what are you doing up?’ 'why didn’t tell me you couldn’t sleep :(’
- sits next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around
- his head is on top of yours and it’s pretty peaceful until he decides that this isn’t going to work
- he gives up on the idea of you two getting any sleep tonight
- 'if you can’t sleep then i’m not going to either’
- tells you to put your shoes and a jacket on, as he searches for the car keys
- grabs your hand and drags you to the car
- 'mm sap where are we going?’ 'to mcdonalds ’ 'at this hour? 'yep :)’
- the drive is quiet, there aren’t many cars, the city quiet and calm
- the radio is on, turned-down, and sap’s hand is either on your thigh or intertwined with yours, the entire drive
- you make it to the drive-through and order your food. you park somewhere in front of the restaurant
- you two sit in silence, the only sounds coming from the radio
- you enjoy food, and sap still hasn’t moved his hand from off your leg
- he’s tired and just wants affection :(
- i can imagine his hand in yours doing that thumb thing
- anyways you drive home, and as soon as you walk into the house you both flop onto the bed
- something about late-night drives in a quiet city makes you very sleepy
- at this point, i think you are probably tired enough to fall asleep
- you two get under the covers and he mumbles 'come here’ , his voice filled with sleepiness
- you move into his open arms and he just cacoons you with his warmth and affection
- you can’t resist and give into sleep, finally
'mm baby come here’ he mumbles quietly, his sleepy voice you find absolutely adorable. you simply nod and move into his embrace. he wraps his arms around you, warmth radiating off him. you gladly accept the affection, nuzzling into his chest. your eyes flutter shut, barely still awake. 'night baby’ he whispers, places the softest kiss to the top of your head. 'goodnight sap’ you barely get out, before giving into sleep, finally asleep.
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that’s all ! hope you enjoyed reading! thank you for all love and support that i have received while on here, even though i’m so inconsistent with writing. ily all <3
