MCYT Oneshots

Late Nights - Technoblade

Cursing involved.

"You need to sleep at some point."

"Yeah, but I think that I'll play some more Minecraft." I grin a little and bounce onto my chair, spinning it into position for some high quality gaming. I turn on my display, as I never turn off the pc itself, and open a game with many hours in it. I needn't look at my fox background for too long before it starts up.

"Y/n. If you hadn't been getting sleep, you need to." I spun around to face the male leaning against the door's white trim. His brown hair was mussed up and it looked like he needed sleep as well.

"Nah, I think I'm good. You should get some instead. Cover my shift." I spin back and push a strand of hair out of my mouth. I see a blur as motion sets in again. He stares at me, one hand still on the back of the dark chair.

He breathes in, and breathes back out. "I'm staying up with you."

I roll my eyes and try to spin back, and failing. He leaves and I get to start back up my survival world. My white dog stares at me. My character gives her some steak. I hear a spider and whip my netherite hoe out. The title "Useful" flips up to say what it is, and I beat the spider with the hoe.

"You have a netherite hoe? Why would you need one?"

"It's my ass kicking weapon." I glance back to realize he took one of the dining room chairs to put behind me. He stays quiet for minutes on end and I grow slightly suspicious of what he were planning.

I feel my hair move and my breathing stops. The hair is moved in ways I can't imagine what he is trying to do. Just like a hairstylist, sometimes. At a point is even robotic. Left, right, left, right. It is quite soothing, the soft movements of the guy.

"So, what are you doing with my hair, Tech?"

He seems to hum for a second before replying to my question. "Just braiding it."

I change my voice to a over hyper youtubers, "Oh, my, goodness. The blood god's free time is spent braiding a woman's hair? I need more likes because he isn't only violent." My smile cannot be concealed, but it doesn't have to be.

"Just shush," he murmurs, evidently closer than before. The heated breath on my neck hadn't given it away as much as how loud his whisper was.

Inside my head I shake it. He can be a soft boy sometimes, and other times an anarchist pig. Just depends how he is. Probably how tired he is, too.

I slap a creeper with some raw cod in my game before running. This goes on for about a minute before it blows up and a poor salmon suffers. I sigh softly, my eyes growing more tired.

I continue playing for about twenty-seven minutes before I decide I want to go be shipped to dreamland. I stand up and look at the figure leaned on its chair's back. He fell asleep. I knew he was tired. I try to recall what weight I could lift, but couldn't. I didn't bother.

I hit the lit power button for my computer and turn off the lights in the room, which was just a simple light blue desk lamp. I pull my sleeve a little more up and walk out of the room and collapse on the couch.

I fall in and out of sleep. At some point I feel a weight fall onto me and I hear a whisper.

"Good night, y/n."

About 610 words - This was previously on my Alt, but they didn't want it up anymore on there, so they gave me permission of uploading it here(yes, I gave myself permission so I could reupload). Also, this was from a month or two ago, so it is outdated on my schedule. See you soon, Lovelies.