#4402 off the clock

[briskunt]

i don't know how to translate this sentence into standard english.. how do you make "y'all're" normal

[sunriserose1023]

Unexpected (8)

WORD COUNT: 4402 WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES:  THIS IS AN AU; unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, language, angst, fluff, sexual content, flashbacks, medical descriptions/procedures, emotional crap; more warnings will be added as the series progresses.

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The One With All the Cards on the Table

Steve unlocked his office door and set the books he was carrying on his desk. He laid his hands on it, bending over and letting out a breath. He closed his eyes, fingers curling as he pressed down on the top of the desk.

He hated this.

He straightened and moved his hands, rubbing them together as he stared at the framed diplomas on the wall. There was a knock at his door and he glanced back, giving Sharon a smile when she poked her head in.

“Hey.” “Hey back. Plans tonight?”

Steve shook his head.

“You?”

She smiled, leaning against the doorframe.

“There’s a girl in the economics department that asked if I wanted to meet for drinks.” “The blonde?” “Redhead.”

Steve smiled.

“That’s great!” “You know, I don’t think I could have even made one friend if it hadn’t been for you carting me everywhere and introducing me to everyone.”

Steve shook his head.

“I think you would have been fine on your own. I just … gave you a little push.”

Sharon smiled again, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Are you still keeping up the tutoring today?”

Steve sighed and shrugged.

“I’m not sure. I …”

He shook his head as he let his sentence trail off and Sharon spoke softly.

“You know you’ve got to talk to her.”

Steve sighed again.

“I know. It’s just …” “Yeah, I know. It’s complicated.”

He shook his head, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. He turned back towards her, he and Sharon exchanging a frown when a heated exchange could be heard down the hall.

“Is he down there?” “Sir, you can’t—“ “Watch me.”

Steve’s brows furrowed.

“Bucky?”

Steve and Sharon stepped into the hall, Steve’s eyebrows raising when he saw an irate Bucky stomping towards him. Steve subtly stepped in front of Sharon, shaking his head.

“Buck, what—“ “It would be in your best interest, Rogers, to keep your damn mouth shut. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Steve blinked and Sharon tapped his shoulder, whispering to him.

“I’m gonna go.”

She stepped away and slipped into her office and Steve shook his head as Bucky invaded his personal space. Steve took a step back, but Bucky was right there with him. Steve stepped into his office and rounded the desk, leaning back when Bucky slammed his hands on top of it.

“Buck, what the hell?!” “I know you got some brains, college boy, but you sure as fuck aren’t using them, are you?”

Steve blinked, and Bucky shook his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” “Where is this coming from?”

Bucky shook his head again, one hand rubbing his stubbled chin. He let out a breath, then turned to Steve, a finger pointing towards the hallway.

“That chick. Sharon?”

Steve nodded, and Bucky went on, dropping his hand to his side.

“I’m sure she’s real nice. She’s cute. I’m sure she’s smart. But Steve. Come on.” “What?”

Bucky licked his lips before he spoke.

“She’s cool with the fact that your heart belongs to someone else?”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“That’s what this is about?” “No, it’s the fact that the sun’s shining today and it’s kind of pissing me off. Yeah, dumbass! This is about you and Y/N and how it’s time for you to get your head out of your ass.”

Steve sat in his chair, moving some papers around.

“There’s nothing with me and Y/N.” “Nothing’s gonna be a pretty big something in six more months.” “It’s a little more than six months.” “No, it’s actually right at.”

Steve looked up at Bucky.

“I guess as the father of the child, you’d know, huh? Oh, wait.”

Bucky smiled, sucking on his tongue.

“If you’re looking for a fight, Stevie, you’re barking up the right tree. I’m dying to rearrange those perfect teeth of yours.” “What the fuck is your real problem? That I haven’t been taking Y/N’s calls?” “That you’re parading women around her and ignoring her when she’s carrying your baby, you stupid fucker! You’re hurting her, you dumb bastard, and because she lives with me, I have to deal with the fallout. So yeah, I’ve got a problem with that. Lifelong friends or not, I’m not going to stand aside anymore while you treat a woman we both love in very different ways like shit.”

Steve set his jaw. It had been years since he and Bucky had gotten physical with their fights, but it sounded like a damn good idea right then.

“So we’re just ignoring how that woman, the one who’s carrying my baby, went on a date with another man?” “Christ, Steve, that was two weeks ago. She’s tried to talk to you since then, but you won’t answer your goddamn phone!”

He knew what a dick move it was, but he just couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t stand to talk to her, mainly because of the ache it caused in his heart. He leaned back in his chair, eyes moving to the calendar under the clock on the wall. He saw the little green heart in the corner of today’s date and he frowned.

“Buck, what’s the date?” “Are you kidding me?” “Just tell me.”

Bucky glanced at his watch, answering the question.

“I’m going to see you at the appointment in two weeks, right?

Steve flashed a smile, leaning back and tapping the calendar on the wall, where a green heart marked the day.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

Steve blinked, eyes going to the watch on his wrist.

“Fuck. Fuck.” “Steve?”

Steve pushed a hand through his hair, dragging the other down his face. He stood up from the chair, pushing Bucky out of the way as he walked to the door, then started jogging down the hall, leaving a confused Bucky in his wake.

You sat on the edge of the exam table, dressed in the stupid paper gown, watching your toes as your feet dangled. You decided that tomorrow you’d talk Pepper into getting a pedicure, and you were already debating colors.

You let out a breath as you looked around, wondering why in God’s name you were thinking of mixing sour cream and onion chips with spaghetti and meatballs when the door opened.

“Miss Potts, so sorry to have kept you waiting.”

You smiled.

“No worries. They said you were finishing up a delivery.” “Babies have no sense of time, I’m afraid. Or decency, when their doctor has a full clinic booked.”

You gave a soft laugh and shook the hand Dr. Barton offered. He sat on the rolling stool and opened your chart.

“Any problems since the last time we saw each other?” “Other than many more food aversions, no.”

He smiled, making a note.

“Still tired?” “Yes. My boobs are still sore—more so, if I’m being honest. I’m still super emotional, too.” “Hormone surges.”

You nodded, and Clint was quiet for a moment before he spoke softly, eyes cast down at your chart.

“I did notice that your blood pressure is a little elevated today.” “Yeah, that’s what the nurse said.” “It’s not too bad, but it is higher than last time you were here. Out of range for you personally, according to your chart.”

You nodded again, and he lifted his eyes to yours.

“Is everything okay?”

You blinked, meeting his eyes. After a beat, you smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine.”

He slowly nodded, and you could just tell that he didn’t believe you. You couldn’t help yourself as your face fell and tears gathered in your eyes. He grabbed a few tissues from the box on the counter and passed them to you. You nodded your thanks, pressing a tissue to your eyes as he spoke.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re here alone today.”

You nodded and sniffed, looking down at your hands.

“Yeah, I … I messed that up pretty good.” “I’m sorry.”

You nodded again, wiping the tears from your face. Clint rolled closer to you, forcing you to meet his kind eyes.

“I don’t know the situation, and I don’t need to. What I do need to tell you is that stress is not good right now. Not for you and definitely not for the baby. I know that’s much easier said than done, but … you’ve got to try.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Hey, you don’t need to be sorry.”

He gave you a soft smile.

“This is a trying time, and it’s not necessarily going to be easy. Your hormones are going to be all over the place for the next few months, which is going to make you feel like you’ve been taken over by an alien invasion or something. Which is not too far off the mark, but…”

You gave a soft laugh and he went on.

“You’ve got to have a support system in place. Even if you can do this by yourself, you don’t have to. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Let people help you.”

You nodded. He turned back to your chart and you sighed.

“I do have a … question, I guess.” “Give it to me.”

You smiled, then went on.

“The other night, I was up kind of late and I wasn’t doing anything strenuous. Just standing at the window and walking around. But I got this pain, and it … scared me.” “What kind of pain?”

You met his eyes.

“Was it sharp, stabbing? Burning?”

You shook your head.

“No, it was … kind of like a cramp.” “Do you normally have cramps with your periods?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Sometimes. Not too bad.” “Is that what your pain felt like?” “Yeah. It was quick, but noticeable.” “Any other symptoms with it? Any bleeding or spotting?”

You shook your head and Clint nodded.

“Pregnancy is a weird, magical time. No two women have the same experience. Aches and pains are kind of normal, I’m afraid. Now if the cramps were constant, never letting up, there would be a problem. If you spot a little, that’s normal, too. But if you’re soaking a pad or passing clots, then that’s a problem and you need to visit an ER and get checked out.”

You slowly nodded and Clint motioned with his head.

“Anytime you want to call and ask a question, feel free. Those nurses make good money to listen to patients like you.”

You smiled, giving a nod.

“Thank you.” “No problem. Now, you’re about twelve weeks along?”

You nodded.

“Me and my little lime.”

Clint smiled.

“Found an app, didn’t you?”

You gave a laugh, nodding your head. Clint kept smiling, shaking his head fondly.

“Slide down to the end of the table and let’s get the fun stuff out of the way.” “You and I have very different definitions of ‘fun.’”

Clint laughed, rolling back to grab a pair of gloves from the box as you slid down and put your feet in the stirrups. He gently placed his hands on your knees to spread them apart when there was a knock at the door. You both looked that way, then at each other. Clint shook his head, but when another knock sounded, he rolled away from you on the stool and stood up.

“Usually the nurses don’t bother when I’m in the room with a patient, but sometimes…”

You nodded, maneuvering the paper coverings around. Clint opened the door and poked his head out, leaning back in after a few seconds.

“Um… Miss Potts, it’s for you.” “What?”

You sat up, eyes widening when Steve stepped into the room. He pointed to you, blue eyes blazing.

“We need to talk.”

You blinked, shaking your head once.

“We can talk later.” “Oh, I don’t think so.” “Well, I do. I’ve kind of got a … situation going here.”

Clint cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“I can come back. I’ve got other patients.”

You shook your head.

“No, you can come finish. He can wait in the lobby.” “The hell I can.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“Excuse me?” “Where the hell do you get off? Were you just not going to tell me or any of us that you were here?”

You blinked again, speaking slowly and deliberately, with a tiny bit of venom in your tone.

“You don’t answer my calls anymore. What was I supposed to do? You want me to call your office? Because I did and they said you were at lunch with your girlfriend!” “Really, I’ve got a quick patient across the hall and I’ll be right back.”

You shook your head.

“No, this …”

You motioned between you and Steve, glaring at him.

“... can wait. I’m ready to be … less al fresco over here.”

Clint snorted, trying to cover it with a cough when Steve shook his head.

“I think this has waited long enough.” “Oh, really? Since your girlfriend’s not around, now you want to talk to me? Now you can acknowledge my presence?” “I’ll just be—“

You pointed at Clint.

“Don’t move!”

You looked back to Steve, narrowing your eyes, tone dripping with venom this time.

“I have got more important things to think about than your pitiful ego, you ass. This can wait until after the appointment is done. Or you can just leave now and go back to ignoring me like our new normal.”

When the snick of the door closing seemed to echo through the room, you and Steve both looked to find Clint had left. You let out a groan, letting your feet fall from the stirrups as you waved a hand.

“See what you did?” “What I did? You just—“

You lifted a hand when Steve started pacing.

“First off, if we’re doing this, you’ve got to stay up by my head.”

He looked at you with a confused look on his face and you rolled your eyes, motioning to the lower part of your body. Steve glanced that way, seeing the paper coverings, then closed his eyes. He shook his head before making his way to stand near your head. When he didn’t say anything, you took it as a sign to start the conversation.

“What did I do?”

He glanced your way and you shook your head, staring down at your hands.

“You said it was fine for me to go, I went, and you cut me out. What happened?”

When he didn’t answer, you turned your head to look at him, seeing a muscle twitch in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. After a brief silence, he spit out the words.

“You shouldn’t have gone.” “Seriously?” “Yeah, seriously!”

He started slowly pacing again and you shifted on the table.

“Head, Steve.”

He turned to walk back by your head and you twisted to look at him.

“So you told me to go but you didn’t mean it?” “Who in their right mind would mean it?” “How was I supposed to know that?! I can’t read your mind!” “You know me, Y/N!”

He started pacing again.

“You’ve got to know I didn’t really mean it.” “How was I supposed to know that when you were telling me the complete opposite?” “You just were.”

You rolled your eyes, hands clenching on your paper covers as you motioned for him to step away from your torso. He rolled his eyes, but moved back towards your head. He sighed.

“It killed me. I thought you would see that, that you’d see right through me and call me out on it.” “Steve, I’m not a mind reader.” “But you are! When it comes to me, you always have been.”

You blinked, and he shook his head as he started to pace again.

“I never have to ask you for anything. You always just give me what I need. But you … you don’t need me the same way.” “Oh, but I do need you, Steve.”

He stopped pacing to look at you.

“I need you to stay by my head!”

He blew out a breath, grabbing Clint’s rolling stool and bringing it by your head, then sitting on it. He held out his hands and you nodded.

“Thank you.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, and you shook your head.

“So … you were mad at me because I didn’t read your mind that you telling me to go meant for me not to go?”

He blew out a breath, letting his arms fall.

“No.” “Then what, Steve? Because I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of what I did wrong, and—“ “I saw you.”

You blinked, and he spoke again, just as softly.

“I saw you and him outside your building. I saw the kiss.”

You slowly closed your eyes, lying back on the table. Steve stared at his hands as he talked.

“I saw the way he looked at you and … I don’t know. When I saw you kiss him, I just … it’s like everything in me just … ‘died’ sounds too dramatic, but…”

He looked up, eyes meeting yours, his narrowing at the tears in yours. You gave a shake of your head.

“You idiot.”

You said it with such affection that Steve wasn’t the least bit offended. He rolled closer to you and you shook your head again.

“When he kissed me is when I knew what a huge mistake I’d made.”

He just blinked and you shrugged.

“I guess I realized then that I didn’t want to be kissed by him.” “Who did you want to be kissed by?”

You swallowed, looking up at the ceiling.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” “Yes it does.” “Steve—“ “Y/N.”

He stood up, walking to where he was hovering over you as you looked up at him. You gave a shake of your head and whispered.

“You’ve got a girlfriend.” “No, I don’t.”

You tilted your head, cocking one eyebrow.

“So Sharon was your imaginary friend?” “Just a friend.” “If you’re going to use that lame-ass excuse, at least—“ “She’s gay, Y/N.”

You went still as he spoke again.

“She just moved here and she didn’t know anyone. She asked if I could introduce her to people and I took her for coffee to get to know her better, to see who I thought she might jive with. When I saw you in the coffee shop and saw the look on your face, it … I don’t know. It gave me the idea to use her to make you think she was my girlfriend.”

You blinked at him, then shook your head.

“That was a shitty thing to do.” “I know. Sharon said that, too.” “You really hurt me, Steve.” “I know. And I’m so sorry for that.”

You sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“We’re a mess.”

Steve gave a soft laugh.

“Tell me about it.” “We can’t do this, Steve. We can’t have a baby together and hurt each other like this.” “I know.”

You closed your eyes, taking in a shaky breath and letting it out slowly.

“We just need to forget anything ever happened and go back to being friends.” “Just friends with a baby?”

You nodded. Steve was quiet, until you rolled your head to look at him. He pursed his lips, then shook his head.

“I can’t do that.” “What do you mean?” “Exactly what I said. I can’t do that.” “Why not?” “Because every time I close my eyes, I see you sleeping on my chest. I see the way you kept your eyes closed when I kissed you, even seconds after we pulled apart. I see your hair fanned out over that pillow and I hear the soft way you said my name when I made you come.”

Your eyes widened, and he moved to hover over you again, one thick arm on either side of your head.

“I remember the way your body felt under my hands and god, Y/N. I want to feel it again. I want to feel your lips on mine, on … other places.”

Your cheeks were on fire, but you couldn’t look away from him, watching the way his eyes focused on your lips before meeting yours.

“All I can think of is how we made this baby and how badly I want to do it again.” “Steve.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, and his dropped deeper as he continued.

“I see you the way you were sleeping when I left and I want to see that every night.”

Your eyes widened as he shook his head.

“But I don’t want to leave again. I want to be there with you or have you there with me every second of every day. I want to touch you—God, do I— but I want to get to know you more than I do right now. I want to see you early in the mornings and late in the middle of the night. I want to talk to you and hear you laugh and I want to hold your hand.”

He gave a hard shake of his head as he straightened, reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

“I don’t want you kissing other men.” “Why not?” “Because I want you kissing me.”

You gave a sharp exhale and he met your eyes.

“I know the timing is fucked, but I … I want to be with you. And I … Y/N, I’m all in. I’m putting all the cards on the table. This baby, marriage, more babies, I’m putting it all out there. Maybe that scares you. It scares me. But at the same time, it doesn’t.”

Steve shook his head.

“It’s scary as hell, but it feels right. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make that up to you, if you’ll let me. But I can’t just be your friend, Y/N. Not now. Not anymore.”

You stared at him, feeling the heavy warmth of his hand as he held tightly to yours. You let his words sink in, and while they did scare you, you had to admit … it did feel right. You blinked and licked your lips, then looked up at him.

“Come here.”

He leaned in and you shook your head.

“Closer.”

He leaned in further and a smile came to your lips, voice barely a whisper.

“Closer.”

Steve leaned in so close your noses were almost touching. Your eyes danced over his face, from his plump lips to his eyes, as his eyes did the same to you. When your eyes met, you stared into his burning blue before leaning up and closing the gap between you, pressing your lips against his.

He kept his eyes on you, until he shifted his lips against yours and you had to close your eyes. His tongue slid between your lips as his free hand moved to cradle your cheek, while honest-to-God tingles broke out over your body.

He pulled away when a soft knock sounded at the door, resting his forehead on yours, his voice hoarse.

“Come in.”

Clint poked his head in the door and you smiled.

“Is this still hostile territory or do we have an all clear?”

You gave a soft laugh as Steve glanced at Clint.

“The coast is clear, Doc.”

Clint nodded as he stepped into the room, doing a crappy job of trying to hide the smile on his face.

“You guys think we can finish this appointment now?”

You and Steve both nodded, staring at each other instead of the Doctor. Clint snorted, shaking his head and muttering under his breath, a smile on his face as he washed his hands, then slid a pair of gloves on. You repositioned yourself with your feet back in the stirrups, smiling when Steve took your hand and held it against his chest, gently carding his fingers through your hair as he stood with his back to Clint and his eyes on you.

Bucky yawned as he walked out of his room, rubbing an eye and scratching at his chest. He came to a stop in the middle of the living room when he saw Steve in the kitchen. Bucky frowned, watching Steve drink from a glass of orange juice.

“What are doing here?”

Steve shrugged.

“Stealing some of your orange juice.” “How’d you know it was mine?” “Because Y/N hates orange juice unless it’s in a cocktail, and since that’s not happening for a while…”

Bucky nodded, making a face.

“And where the hell’s your shirt?”

Steve shrugged again.

“Got hot.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, walking towards the bathroom. He stopped again, turning to face Steve, hands moving to his hips.

“You know, you never come over here. Not since you left me to go live with Peggy. Why are you here now?”

Steve shrugged again, finishing his orange juice.

“Pepper’s door was locked and since they got that weird new alarm system, I decided to break in here.”

Bucky shook his head, rubbing his eyes again.

“It’s too early for this shit.”

Bucky stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Steve almost deflated, exhaling in a relieved rush, rubbing a hand over his face. He quickly searched through the cabinets, cursing under his breath when he heard the toilet flush and the faucet turn on. The door opened and Bucky stepped out, mouth already working.

“Another thing. It is barely six. The damn sun isn’t even up yet. What the hell are you doing here at ass o’clock in the morning? And don’t tell me some bullshit about ‘morning jogs’ or whatever.”

Steve went to open his mouth, but your door opened. You stood there, hair tousled, body relaxed, a sleepy look on your face.

“Steve, can you get me some … water?”

You stopped when you saw Bucky, pressing your lips together. Bucky looked from you to Steve, saw the way both of you just sort of shrugged. Bucky blinked, then shook his head as he sighed.

“Hey, Stevie?” “Yeah.” “Found your shirt.”

You looked down, smoothing a hand over Steve’s white t-shirt, the one you’d gathered up off the floor and pulled on. Bucky made his way back towards his room, muttering under his breath before he closed the door behind him.

“‘Bout damn time.”

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[briskunt]

so i recently started watching vanta’s dbh playthrough, which i had avoided because i saw another streamer run through this game when it released and my minority ass was not gooped nor gagged. i decided i may as well because watching vanta rip apart b2s (another game i watched eons ago and was incredibly mid abt) and wolf among us (which i’ve been interested in but never got around to) and him dunking on dbh along the way convinced me. now i’m regretting not watching this sooner because for as pretentiously unaware this game is, i did not realize how much i needed girl dad vanta in my life. like i always knew girl dad vanta was out there but in this moment i am painfully aware that this man would be an excellent father and i would have no problem with him mpregging me in order to get there

[briskunt]

idk if i’d ever write for fat characters where the prompt is just that they’re fat. and that’s bc in my heart of hearts no matter what fic of mine it is, ver, ike, aia, fulgur, and sometimes vox are just fat ppl

[briskunt]

happy new year 🥳🥳

can confirm there’s a nijisanji fic audience. besides just write what you want to write. people with similar interests will come naturally

Happy new years guys!! I know it’s quiet around here and it’s been a really long bad year but vtubing, but 2025 will hopefully be a new start? (Only time will tell, I don’t think anyone reads nijisanji fics anymore, but maybe I’ll find something else)

[briskunt]

being a vezcrewneer is so hard because i have such a deep respect for wilson and he isn’t even my krisis oshi. i see his role in krisis, in his friend groups, in nijisanji en, and his emotional intelligence is so understated it’s insane. legit, he’s so thoughtful not only in how he composes himself to both his friends and an audience, but also in a logical way in regards to how he tackles projects and pushes the letter while still fulfilling a supporter everyman social butterfly kinda role. i admire his ability to communicate and speak his mind a lot. but also i have these thoughts while balls deep into a nsfw draft about krisis and this is really impeding my ability to write willy crying at an oneesan pressing tje point of her heel into his crotch

[briskunt]

i hate writing fanfiction

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i’m so committed to not gendering the reader in my fics but sometimes i have to use a pronoun or word with gender and 😵‍💫

and i’m committed committed to integrating as much as i can into the story without interrupting the immersion. it’s why i call the reader “reader” instead of y/n, you know?

but that means technically writing something like “that’s my boy/girl/person” fucking SUCKS for the flow

but i wanna keep the ambiguity of gender and multiple options for identity

but i don’t wanna use slashes AAAUUGH

[briskunt]

yo why is this giving me ideas

WYR (FLUFF/SFW EDITION)

got inspired by the anon with the WYR stuff so I wanted to make one with some of nijisanji en livers for everyone :D feel free to reblog your answers!!

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WOULD YOU RATHER....

Go clothes shopping with Kotoka or go make up shopping with Melocco?

Have a romantic brunch with Zali or have a romantic dinner with Vanta?

Hold hands with Wilson or cuddle with Claude?

Give kisses to Hex or get kisses by Vox?

Lay in bed with Shu talking for a couple of hours or sit on the couch reading with Ike?

Play with puppies with Doppio or play with kittens with Luca?

Off Collab with Finana or do a cover with Enna?

Confess to Petra or get confessed by Rosemi?

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Pt. 2 later perchance?

[briskunt]

ik i'm a small creator and one of my main principles of brisquad-unit-4402 is not to engage in graduations, drama, speculation, etc, but this is way too big to ignore.

especially when selen has been one of the most hardworking, dedicated, lovable, essential livers in nijisanji en.

support the livers, screw the company. unsubscribe from nijisanji en's official corporate channels, boycott merch sales. the only merch that should be considered are voice packs and streamlabs donations because livers get the most cut of those rather than physical merch, superchats, etc.

vital to know that your livers are bound by various contracts and ndas that prevent them from legally speaking up, and vital to know that unsubscribing from them hurts the liver more than the company.

don't speculate, don't harass, and don't doomscroll. it'll ultimately make both your mental state worse and make the problems between nijisanji and its livers even messier. if there was a time to take a break from social media it's now.

as for my writing: this blog supports the livers, but does not respect the company itself. i don't know a lot about indie vtubers but this is probably what'll make me start to branch out.

of course i will no longer be writing selen tatsuki out of respect for the person behind the liver. expect the list of livers i'll write to expand outside of nijisanji en, including livers from non-nijisanji companies and indies.

be safe, support each other, and relearn what makes you happy. thank you for bearing with me 💛

[briskunt]

i’m so brave. polykrisis but wilson tops

[briskunt]

guys i think i’m losing my mind to sonny’s pampering vp again

[briskunt]

oooo you wanna follow and read mysteria's stuff soooooo bad oooo she's such a good writer and this matchup got me soooOOOo cute aggressive oooo

hello this is unit 4402 let's do a matchup trade :D

i'm one of those people that enjoys their alone time but when i'm with someone i'm comfortable with, i'm super noisy and goofy. i like to make people laugh! and i like walking to the beat of my own drum too. it's easy for me to fixate on the things that interest me to the point that i forget to take care of myself even though i want to take care of others. i prefer to take the lead and make moves first, but i'm tsun as much as i hate to admit it lol

ty for the request! feel free to send one in and i'll do one for you 👍

-unit 4402

We Interupt your regularly scheduled program for.......A MATCHUP TRADE WITH

@brisquad-unit-4402 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thx for the trade I hope you’re not disappointed. Took me a good minute to decide who to match you with i had a handful of options but I like the potential of this pairing so DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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FULGUR OVID!!!

(Srry if you wanted Sonny or Ike I know they’re your oshies but i just think this a nice balanced pairing)

I think you guys would work really well when it actually came down to it. Just a unique vibe of chaos and comfort. You and Fulgur both have a tendency to take care of others while both still being absolute chaos gremlins who know how to have fun.

You guys are like the fun aunt and uncle of the family, but you both make sure to take care of each other and not let the other get burnt out. You’re definitely the more chaotic or the two of you however Fulgur does like to indulge your goofy nature. He’s just happy that you’re happy being yourself

You guys met after he joined niji. you were part of a (non existent) earlier wave and were assigned with Ike to host the new wave debut program. You had gotten a little bit of a chance to talk to the new wave before, but only exchanged a few words. However you were pleasantly surprised to find out how completely unhinged the new guys were. You had to admit you were intrigued.

You had arranged for you to collab with one of the Noctyx members named Fulgur Ovid. Up until them he seemed kinda quiet to you, but when you guys were collabing it was like hanging out with old friends. You were making jokes and bantering like there was no tomorrow. Your fans even started shipping you guys which jump started your will they won’t they campaign.

Since then all of your interactions would be slightly flirty, suggestive, and/or teasing. You two did still get very close though, even met up irl after he moved to the states and did and off collab.

When Fulgur’s health declined a bit and he had to go take a break for a little bit you took care of him, and that’s what led him to falling for you. After that his flirting had a lot more feeling behind it, He would be genuinely flustered whenever you flirt back, and sad if you dodged his advances.

One day you were over at his house playing valorant. He thought you were so hot when you were focused he could barley focus on the game. When you guys won your last match you turned to him with a proud smile on your face and that destroyed him. You two stared at each other for awhile as the sexual tension grew until he asked if he could kiss you and you said yes (let’s just say you found out how about Fulgur’s detachable part worked) (this is how sexual tension works right?)

Since then you guys became a real thing. Going for walks with dog, playing games together, drinking together, and just chillin and hanging out.

He takes care of you when you get caught up in your fixations, but still encourages you and tries to learn more about it so you guys can share it together.

You guys aren’t super cuddly but you have your moments especially at night or watching a movie. He has a lot of movies to show you (with some help from Vox)

Speaking of which you 3 (+ Aia) play dnd together every weekend. Your party is a group of absolute murder hobos, but at least you all are having fun and try out other ttrpgs when you can.

You guys all in all are a pretty chill and playful couple, and the new parents of Nijisanji EN.

This one is less lore connected and kinda short because I’m still not 100% sure on Fulgur’s lore so idk how to integrate it into the story so I just wrote about after he started streaming. Anyway hope you like it.

Runners Up: Luca Kaneshiro, Ren Zotto, Sonny Brisko, Kyo Kaneko

Disclaimer for anyone else reading this: all of my nijien writing and fics are fictional and don’t pertain at all to the streamers behind the model. Please respect them and others in the community thank you.

[briskunt]

i did not stay up for another 2 hours until 4:35 am for tumblr to delete soooo much progress on a draft bc i had to search wordhippo for the word “press”

[briskunt]

i wanna draw krisis as dads lol… just so i can get an excuse for zali with a manbun and #boydad status. and 55+ vanta with his adult daughter. and wilson is there

[briskunt]

once again decided not to sleep just 4 the vibez. did not realize claude was like that

catch me trying to figure out how he would say “thank you” for a fic and then 40 minutes pass as i sift thru clips, this man is NOT saying thanks 💀