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chapter fifty — ya'aburnee

➝ but what's worse? tellin' you my feelings or to die without revealing that you got inside my head and set a fire there instead?

➝ word count: 2k

➝ warnings: death

➝ author’s note: got sick post-interlagos but felt good enough to finally post this. it was in my drafts for almost two years, so, hope you enjoy it. or not, it's up to you.

MAY, 2019

The slow, insistent beeping was the only sound in the room.

Sitting in the armchair beside the bed, her mother stared into the void.

Her steady hand tightly gripping her father’s fingers.

With a calm expression, Niki was deep in sleep.

Watching the scene, a shy smile appeared on Elisabeth’s lips.

“A portrait of devotion,” she thought.

Elisabeth had long lost count of how many times her mother had been by her father’s side in hospitals. Since that dark day at Nurburgring, Marlene had stayed with Niki, accompanying him through every hospitalization, making him laugh when he was awake and watching over him as he slept. The exhaustion was evident on her face, dark circles framing her clear eyes. Yet, it was pointless to ask her to eat something or go to the visitors' lounge to take a shower and rest for a few hours.

Marlene had never left Niki alone.

And she wouldn’t leave him now.

The sound of the door opening made Elisabeth turn her head. Mathias and Lukas entered, both with exhaustion on their faces and cups of coffee in hand. Since the previous night, when Niki’s respiratory function had significantly worsened, her brothers had refused to leave the premises of Zurich University Hospital, even if just to rest or shower.

The reason was obvious.

All three, along with Marlene, knew the time was near.

— Elschen — Mathias whispered, extending one of the paper cups he held to her. Lowering her gaze to look at the creamy foam covering the dark liquid, she sighed.

— Thank you — Elisabeth murmured, taking a sip of coffee, the taste barely registering on her tongue.

— Toto called me earlier — her brother said softly — He sounded worried. Said he tried to reach you, but you didn’t answer your phone.

Elisabeth looked at her purse, abandoned on the floor near the gray sofa she was sitting on.

What had begun as a routine checkup following his transplant had turned into a dramatic hospitalization, bringing the entire family to Zurich. Two days ago, the situation worsened, and her focus had been entirely on her mother, her brothers, and, above all, her father.

So much so that Elisabeth had completely forgotten about the life she left outside the hospital.

Her job. Her friends. The races.

Toto. Andreas.

Grabbing her purse awkwardly with one hand, she unzipped it clumsily, searching for her phone. Pressing a button, the screen lit up, revealing more than two dozen messages from Toto and 17 missed calls from him. He was definitely worried.

— Damn — Elisabeth muttered, tapping on his message notifications. A few seconds later, the app opened, revealing its contents.

“Are you at the airport yet, Liesl?” read the first message.

“I assume you’re in the air by now. Love you, take care,” said another.

“Liesl, text me when you get to Zurich,” read another.

“I called Mathias, and he said you haven’t arrived yet. Please reply when you see this,” he had written.

“Lukas told me you’re at the hospital. Was the trip okay?” Toto wrote.

“Liesl, I’m worried. Call me,” he insisted.

“Mathias told me your father got worse. Please call me,” said the following message.

“Did you eat anything? Take care of yourself,” he said.

“Get some rest too, Liesl. Andreas and I love you,” Toto wrote, attaching a photo of their son sleeping in their bed, specifically on her pillow.

“Liesl, call me,” was all the next message said.

“I spoke to Mathias again. He said you haven’t left the room since you arrived. Please call me,” he wrote, timestamped just over five minutes ago.

— Go outside and talk to him, Elschen. He’s really worried about you — Mathias said, taking the coffee cup from her hand. Giving a slight smile, she stood, looking at her phone, opening her contact list. Walking toward the door, she passed by Lukas, who gave her shoulder a supportive squeeze before she reached for the doorknob.

— Going to talk to Toto?

— Yes.

— Go ahead — was all he said as he headed to the sofa where Elisabeth had been sitting.

She left the room quietly. Closing the door behind her, Elisabeth tapped the contact saved with just two emojis, a wolf and a red heart. After only two rings, she heard Toto’s concerned voice.

— Hello, Liesl?

— Hey, honey — she replied softly.

Elisabeth heard Toto sigh on the other end of the line.

— Thank God you decided to call me back. I was so worried about you. You didn’t reply to any messages or answer any calls. I started to think something might’ve happened to you. I was so worried I even considered dropping everything here and flying to Zurich because…

— And Andreas? — she interrupted.

The line went silent for a few seconds.

— He’d come with me. He’s as worried as I am.

— Toto, he’s not even six months old — Elisabeth smiled for the first time since arriving in Switzerland.

— But he’s worried. Well, right now he’s sleeping, but when he’s awake, he’s very concerned about his mom.

— Is he okay? Not crying too much?

— He’s surprisingly calm. Cried a little after you left, but then he behaved really well.

Elisabeth felt a weight lift from her chest. If there was a pain greater than seeing her father in that state, it was definitely being away from her Andi.

— And you, how are you? Have you eaten? Slept?

— No. I haven’t eaten or slept — she replied.

— You need to be okay to see your father well.

— Toto, I don’t know if he has much time left — Elisabeth stammered, admitting for the first time out loud the possibility of losing her father. Seconds of silence followed on the other end of the line.

— Liesl, Niki is strong — Toto said — He’ll hold on.

— This time is different — she said in a whisper.

— Why?

— Dr. Klepetko said the transplanted lungs were just a palliative measure. The damage is extensive — she paused, a lump forming in her throat. In recent months, the possibility of losing Niki had seemed like a grim prognosis, but now it had never felt so real. And the prospect of losing her father was terrifying.

— How is he now? — Toto murmured on the other end of the line.

— Sleeping. He woke up a few times in the morning, asked about Sunday’s race.

— What did he ask?

— If we knew the tire strategy since the W10 wears them out — Elisabeth said, receiving a laugh in response.

— He just doesn’t stop.

— And I don’t know what will become of me when he does — she whispered.

On the other end, Toto sighed.

— Liesl, remember what I told you that night on New Year’s Eve in the office?

— No — Elisabeth replied, somewhat uncertain.

— I asked you why you were worried. You said you were thinking about your father, wondering if he could handle the routine of traveling the world with the team.

Her memory transported her back to that night, the familiar and colorful roof of St. Stephen’s Cathedral filling her mind.

— And I told you — Toto continued — That he was strong. He’s proven it many times.

— Toto…

— This is just another opportunity for him to show how strong he is.

She remained silent for a few seconds, absorbing his words.

Elisabeth wanted to believe what Toto had just said. She really did. But she was realistic, especially in light of the doctor’s words. Niki’s condition was too severe, and any chance of recovery was minimal.

Her father was dying.

After asking him a few more questions and hearing Toto’s request to keep him updated, Elisabeth said goodbye and hung up. Passing a hand over her face, she allowed herself to take a few deep breaths before returning to the room to continue her vigil.

The day passed quietly, almost tediously. It was already dark outside when Elisabeth realized the beeps had begun to slow down. She quickly raised her eyes to the screen above her father’s head, noting that the numbers were decreasing by the second.

Standing from the sofa and moving toward the bed, Elisabeth realized he was slipping away.

— Dad — she whispered, intertwining her fingers with his.

Beep.

She thought of the times he took her to the park, pushing her on the playground swing. Loud laughter, shrieks of joy. Always asking to go higher, higher, always higher.

Beep.

Elisabeth recalled the moments he sat beside her to help with homework, the pride in his face every time she did math quickly. The joy in his voice, saying that her great-grandfather’s dream of having the Lauda name in business pages would be realized with her talent for numbers.

Beep.

She remembered graduation at the University of Vienna. How proud she felt when she raised her diploma high, her eyes focused on the red dot among the crowd attending the ceremony. The hug Niki gave her when she approached, whispering how proud he was of his daughter.

Beep.

Elisabeth thought about the elaborate acrobatics she had performed to hide her feelings for Toto, only for him to find out through an accidental social media post. The amused expression on Niki's face when she told him everything, only to hear him say that he had always known they would end up together — after all, that had been his plan.

Beep.

She recalled the look of shock on his face when he found out she was pregnant, tears streaming down his cheeks during her first hospital visit. His emotion had quickly turned into her own, as hormones had spared her not a single moment. But with a smile, he asked Elisabeth not to cry, saying that this was one of the happiest moments of his life.

Beep.

Elisabeth remembered the first time Andreas nestled in his grandfather’s arms, his white onesie contrasting with the red cap on Niki’s head. His first question was whether it was a boy, and surprisingly, he reacted well to the news. When he discovered that the little boy would bear his name, tears flowed down his face. Andreas Sven Lauda-Wolff was the luckiest boy in the world, he said, smiling.

Beep.

She lifted her gaze to the screen, staring at the continuous green line.

The sound continued to echo throughout the room. Long. Endless.

Elisabeth looked again at her father’s face, her eyes filling with tears.

— Dad — she whispered, her voice barely audible, the knot in her throat tightening.

He couldn’t have left.

Not like this.

Not at this moment.

— Dad, please — Elisabeth squeezed Niki’s hand, feeling the familiar warmth of his fingers. He had to be there. He had to be with her.

A pair of hands enveloped her shoulders, gently trying to pull her away from the bed.

— Elschen, come with me — Lukas said, his voice choked, but she completely ignored him. She only wanted to hear one voice.

— Dad, talk to me, dad — Elisabeth pleaded, looking at his face. But his expression remained the same, as if he were peacefully asleep, as he liked to do during summers in Ibiza.

— Elschen, please — Lukas repeated, his voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. He was crying too.

— Lukas, do something, please — she turned to her brother, clinging to his arms, seeking support. The support her father had always given. Until that day.

— Elschen — he said, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her tears soaked his shirt. Around her, Elisabeth heard the hurried footsteps of the medical team, blending with the muffled words over the continuous beep that filled the room with a grim atmosphere — Come with me.

— No, Lukas, I want dad — she sobbed, trying to pull away from his arms, but he held her fast. Elisabeth sounded more like a little girl desperate for her father’s presence than an adult woman, engaged and with a baby only a few months old at home.

— Elchen — her older brother sighed, holding her tightly, running his hand through her hair.

— Time of death, 10h16 PM — Elisabeth managed to make out among the chaotic voices, sobs, and machines beeping frantically, searching for the vital signs of a patient who was no longer there.

— Lukas, dad, Lukas — she mumbled, lifting her face to her brother, whose face was also wet with tears. He only pressed his lips to her forehead, causing her to bury her face in his chest.

“How am I supposed to live without him?” she wondered, her hands clutching the fabric of her brother’s shirt.

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palajae · 1 year ago

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hypegirl! | two.

PAIRING ▸ soccer player! niki x afab! reader

GENRE ▸ soccerl! au, roommates!au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 3.2k

SUMMARY ▸ all you want is to join the boys’ soccer team. all niki wants is to get minji’s attention. as roommates, what better than to strike a deal and help each other out? nothing really, except for one glaring issue: your blossoming feelings for said roommate. oh, and the fact that you’re technically supposed to be your brother, kim sunoo.

AKA a hopefully more sfw version of she's the man?

NOTES ▸ based off she’s the man (2006), reader is sunoo's sister and pretends to be her brother sunoo, mentions of porta pottys? —let me know if there’s any typos!

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ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL…

you’re kidding.

not only were team selections in two days, sunoo (the real one) had just texted you that there was a fair tomorrow.

with both the soccer camp and your (his?) music camp in attendance. the soccer players were allowed free entrance as it was their day off, while musicians from the band camp were invited to perform and volunteer amidst all the activity.

“h-hey, niki.” you call out while still texting your brother. “have you heard about some fair tomorrow?”

he sits up. “oh yeah. i was just talking to jay about it. our group is gonna go. it’d be a great chance for you to bond with the other members of the team. you know, brownie points or whatever it’s called.”

you pretend to look excited, “oh yeah, of course!”

your face drains of color.

because there was one problem: sunoo had several activities he volunteered for, no backouts allowed.

and he was currently sick. with a stomach bug or something.

you violently typed back to him telling him to cancel, but the freaking guy already told his band leaders that someone else would be there to fill in for him.

you slap a hand to your forehead. there’s no way you have to fill in for both you and your brother. there’s no way you can be two people tomorrow.

well, it actually turns out that you can. after shoving the fake eyebrows, makeup, and clothes needed to transform appearances into your trusty bag, you make it.

with a bonus, the dress from your mother that sunoo gets a friend to deliver to you.

you meekly follow behind niki’s teammates as they enter the fair, tension high.

you’re already sweating and the sun wasn’t even out yet.

you jump when niki swings an arm around you. face burning, you can only nod when he says, “don’t worry and just have fun. the other guys will warm up to you real fast.”

as kim sunoo, a guy hanging out with niki and his group, you realize you are doomed.

the whole time the boys go on rides, play games and hang out, you’re checking the time. oh shoot, your eyes widen. you’re supposed to be at the dunking station right now.

“crap, i gotta use the restroom. be back soon, sorry guys-!”

you dash off without another word, leaving the team to exchange weird looks.

you fly towards the nearest, nastiest, portable toilet. you’ve never gotten ready that fast in your life. wig off, makeup removed and reapplied, and annoying clothes sent by mother on.

you run to your post, gasping. “hi, i’m here filling in for sunoo?”

without a second of hesitation, you’re dragged into volunteer work.

as soon as things get slow, you make an excuse to use the restroom.

you bust out of the stall with sweat dripping down your face, probably ruining your makeup. coming to a screeching halt, you almost curse. you forgot to take your makeup off.

exhaling, you walk out again. you’re pretty sure you got some weird looks coming out of the stall—appearance entirely different.

“sunoo! there you are.” you catch up to the guys, acting normal as if you weren’t just a different person five minutes ago.

“we were wondering what was taking so long. you okay?” the concern in niki’s eyes makes you glance away.

“i think it was the burrito from yesterday…”

not even thirty minutes later are you checking the time and making an excuse to go again.

“dang, was it really that bad?”

embarrassment fills your body at the thought that all the guys on one of the best soccer teams have to see you like this. were your chances ruined?

“i’m super sorry but i really need to go-“

they watch as you scramble away.

niki frowns, “sunoo’s not normally like this. i wonder if he’s okay.”

and then you are you again. this time, wearing your dumb preppy outfit, handing out dumb fliers for the camp you weren’t even attending. the camp that you tried your hardest to avoid.

you pull down your stiff, short skirt while handing out snacks and water bottles to people walking by. as you turn to grab more snacks, you hear the volunteers next to you begin to whisper.

“i think they’re from the soccer camp. wow, isn’t he really tall?”

“—kinda cute?”

your eyes widen. no way, could they be talking about?

you turn and see, of course, niki and the rest of your group.

all approaching the table you were currently standing out. beginning to freak out, you have second thoughts about running away again. you abruptly turn away, pretending to organize the snacks that needed no organizing.

what if they recognize you? what if-

“hey.”

you come back to your senses, seeing a shy niki—of all people—in front of you.

you avoid eye contact, praying and hoping he doesn’t recognize you. nervously, you run a hand through your hair and give a bottle to him.

“hi.”

when your hand brushes against his, your breath hitches. you can certainly feel his dark orbs bore into yours. but he’s not letting go and neither are you.

“thanks,” he says softly. you nod, trying to keep your gaze on the ground.

remembering where you are, you quickly snatch your hand back. but of course, your nerves get the best of you and cause you to knock into a pile of water bottles in the process.

they all fall and you jump, startled at the noise. niki chuckles as you scramble to set it back up.

of course, niki being niki has to help you set it back up. you can feel the tension in the air and it makes your hands tremble.

as you reach for the last bottle, his hand lands on top of yours again.

eyes widening, you finally make eye contact.

then his eyebrows furrow. shoot.

“have we met before?”

you begin to laugh nervously and clear your throat. you had gotten too used to speaking in a deeper voice to him.

“m-me? i don’t think so.”

if anything, it feels like he stares deeper into your eyes, “you look really familiar. are you sure-?”

you nod frantically. “i’m pretty sure we haven’t met before.”

“oh, okay,” strands of hair fall into his eyes and you resist the urge to fix it, “i’m riki.”

“riki?” you voice aloud, and he laughs again.

“yeah. are you gonna tell me yours or am i just gonna have to call you clumsy girl?”

you say it, albeit hesitantly, but you being the idiot you were since day one, you tell him your full name.

his eyes widen, “no way, are you—“

that’s when you know you messed up.

“—kim sunoo’s sister?”

you let out a painful laugh, “oh, that’s not-“

“that must be why you looked so familiar. you and your brother look really alike!” his reaction was so genuine that you’re actually embarrassed at how you laughed like a middle schooler.

niki suddenly frowns, looking around.

“you know, he was with us a few minutes ago but-“

you really need to get out of here before he finds out, you think as your heart pounds.

“if you’ll excuse me—“

but in your rush, you stumble in those dumb dress shoes the advisor told you to wear—that you were obviously not used to.

you fling your arms out like a toddler trying to ice skate, and obviously, niki has to catch you in his arms like your personal prince charming.

you stare at each other in utter silence and shock.

“hi again?” he whispers and you suppress a smile at his utter adorableness.

“sorry?”

niki’s arms stay wrapped around you until you clear your throat.

“um, you can let go of me now.”

he laughs sheepishly, “yeah. o-of course, my bad.”

for a minute or two while gathering yourselves, brushing off imaginary dust, you’re not sure what to do. the butterflies in your stomach weren’t making it any better.

“are you working here the whole time? cause like, when your shift ends, maybe we could like-?”

your eyes widen. they flick to his friends drilling holes at the two of you, some laughing and obviously hyping niki up behind his back. and then to the other volunteers eyeing you in jealousy or frustration that you weren’t doing your job, you’re not sure.

all while you try your best to avoid jungwon’s squinty gaze. there’s no way… right?

“are you from around here?”

you softly laugh, “no, i’m here just volunteering…”

you don’t like how happy and light you feel while talking to niki, finally able to be with him him as truly yourself.

but there’s that sinking feeling in your stomach that you try to push away. dread. like you’re going to get caught, or maybe you already were.

you’re having such a good time just talking together that you forget about sunoo until niki brings him up again.

“i swear your brother was with us earlier. he said he went to the restroom but i don’t know..”

you feel the light feeling fall flat, the floating you smack the concrete hard. this was reality—you had limited time with niki.

you frown, acting all concerned. you were getting too good at that. “oh really? maybe i should go find and check on him.”

niki starts, “i can go with you—“

“no!” you shout, before laughing hastily.

“it’s okay. i’ll find him and come back. plus, i still have to volunteer. if i don’t, then it’s probably because i have to go back to camp…”

you see his face fall a little as he nods. “yeah, of course.”

biting your lip, you make an impulsive decision.

you kiss him on the cheek.

“i’ll see you sometime?” you smile before dashing off to change.

niki can only stares at you until he loses you in the crowd, touching the place on his cheek that you pressed your soft lips to.

only for you to change and go back out as kim sunoo again.

it’s not hard for you to find the group again, still in the same location. most of the guys were crowded around niki. which you expected, of course, but kim sunoo would never know that since he just came back from the restroom.

“what’s going on?”

all the guys, with matching grins and smirks, immediately disperse, leaving only a flustered niki.

“niki?”

it’s hard to pretend like nothing just happened, seeing niki’s reaction made you realize just how affected you were too.

“n-nothing. we can talk about it later.”

you want to feel a bit hurt that he simply brushes it off, but you can feel how flushed your face is. to the point that you can’t even hold eye contact with niki for more than two seconds.

“alright. you better keep me on that promise. let’s get back to the group.”

you internally chide yourself for being so awkward.

you needed to get a hold of yourself before something went wrong.

you barely slept. the dark under eye bags you sported were evident proof. you were too nervous for team decisions.

all the fears and doubts came back. you weren’t good enough. after all, you had spent most of your life playing soccer as a hobby, never properly recognized or given the chance for more serious training.

even more so, you weren’t even allowed at this camp. what if they found out and kicked you entirely from the camp?

perhaps your constant shuffling in bed caused niki to wake up.

“sunoo. why aren’t you sleeping? tomorrow’s a big day.”

you almost jolt. “sorry, did i wake you?”

“never mind that. just answer the question.”

you gulp at his firm tone. and so you voice your fears, insecurities, and weaknesses to niki. someone and something you would have never expected doing, but you would never regret. or forget.

“sunoo.”

“i know i probably sound dumb, and i’m being a bit irrational. or a lot,” you ramble on.

“sunoo.”

you sigh. “yeah?”

“relax. i think you’ll be more than fine. maybe you couldn’t tell but everyone else could—we could see your immense improvement. and more importantly, your passion and drive. you worked so hard for this. there’s nothing for you to be scared of and you know it. we all do.”

for a minute, you’re stunned. his words hit deeper than you thought. all of the stress and anxiety, both mentally and physically, drops on you all at once.

his next words are what get you.

“i’m proud of you.”

“thank you, riki. that means a lot. like, a lot.”

and whether he heard your quiet sniffles or not, he says nothing.

before you know it, it’s morning. and before you know it, all the guys are lined up in front of the coaches. the already assigned teams get into their groups, having been on the same team for years while attending the camp. while the newbies, including you, stand off to the other side.

you see niki nod at you encouragingly before moving to the other side of the field.

you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. weeks had gone by, and after this day, another week would go by. the only difference would be that you would be on a team. hopefully: niki’s team.

you didn’t even realize when it was your turn. one of the coaches turns to you with his clipboard.

“kim. you’ve improved—immensely.”

you’re not sure if you should take it as a compliment or insult, but you nod anyways.

“that’s why we all decided you’re a good fit for enhypen.”

it doesn’t hit you at first. but as the boys cheer, and you see niki with a bright smile welcoming you, your mouth drops.

you run towards the group, arms wide open to engulf you. in your happiness you run straight into niki’s arms, causing him to let out a big oof!

the other teammates surround you two. not only you but park sunghoon and lee heeseung made it to enhypen.

you couldn’t believe you made it. everyone else believed you were good enough to be on their team.

niki believed.

after they released you, calming down as the coaches finished assigning the rest of the players, you feel someone ruffle your hair.

startled, you look up to see niki with a proud grin. it makes your heart skip a beat. “congrats,” he whispers and you nod bashfully.

“thanks again,” you stare up at him. it was too easy to get lost into his eyes. his dark gaze always seemed to engulf you. now, and especially at the fair.

you realize you may have been staring at each other too long when you hear clapping and cheering. they were done assigning teams.

you both look away while niki coughs and you swallow thickly.

that night, you can feel something different in the air. whether it was your acknowledgment of your (quite) obvious feelings for niki or something he was keeping from you, you weren’t sure.

all you knew was you couldn’t get him off your mind after that day at the fair. you had already thought about him quite often, but niki now entered your dreams, your point of vision much more than you liked.

especially since you were still supposed to be getting him with minji.

but it was so easy to ignore, to prevent. specifically when niki says he has something to tell you as you both get in bed.

“well, you see- i actually- uh,” he fumbles for words and you furrow your brows.

why was he so nervous? what was so important that he had to tell you?

“what is it?” you interrupt him impatiently.

“i-i might’ve met your sister. the other day at, at the fair.”

oh. oh. that’s right. you weren’t supposed to know. since you were “gone” when niki met your sister- when niki met the real you.

and he was telling you right now as if you didn’t know anything. because you aren’t supposed to know anything.

“and, uh, she was nice. really nice. like i was surprised because i didn’t think she would be like that but uh, you know. also she looks a lot like you to the point i almost thought she was you for a sec-“

“niki. what are you trying to say?” you keep your tone nonchalant, but internally you were freaking out.

really, what was he trying to say?

you hear a lot of rustling from his side of the room. “oh-uh, nothing. she’s cool. yeah. so like, i don’t really think about minji that much anymore?”

you must’ve blanked out for a tiny bit because you come back to niki saying

“-you feel me?”

you clear your throat, “uh totally, man.”

all you remember is him mentioning he wasn’t that interested in minji anymore. your eyes bulge as you sit up in bed.

“wait, wait, wait. you’re not into minji anymore? what—why?”

“i dunno, i just find myself thinking about other things..”

there’s no way. you’re mystified. could that mean?

“you’re saying you’re moving on? to me-my sister?”

“huh? wha-“ he laughs awkwardly. “i didn’t say that!”

“no, this is a good thing! that you’re getting over her,” you say a little too eagerly, so you then clear your throat, “i mean, i guess. i just think you deserve someone better than minji.”

niki nods although you can’t see, keeping your thoughts in mind.

the joint conditioning between the soccer and lacrosse players were coming to an end, to your relief (and minji’s disappointment).

“aww,” she pouts during one afternoon break, “i’m gonna miss you a lot, sunoo.”

“yeah, you were a good partner.” you smile weakly. as you leave to get more water, she frowns.

there was no way you weren’t picking up on her signals. she wonders if she could get closer to you by asking your friends. the only person she saw around you the most-?

that’s right, nishimura riki.

you didn't expected to be attacked by niki on the way back to the dorms. he completely forgets how much smaller and lighter you were than he imagined. his hands find their way onto your shoulders forcefully so you’re forced to make eye contact.

your wide eyes meet his eager ones.

“sunoo-! you won’t believe what just happened! i actually can’t believe it, is this even real?!”

“huh.”

he lets go, to your relief. he jumps around, full of energy even though you just had a five hour practice?

“man, i just can’t believe it still. kim minji talked to me- like to me personally!”

he brings a hand to his forehead.

“she knows i exist. she smiled at me.”

you can’t help the disappointment that fills you from bottom to too.

“what? but what about the whole, you know, getting over her plan?”

you don’t even try to hide the dismay in your voice.

niki jumps up and down, “but minji! she finally talked to me!”

you try your best (half heartedly) to not seem upset. but you had gotten your hopes up. maybe, just maybe, niki would be interested in you. but how could he be?

how could he when he didn’t even know who you were?

and how could it be minji when she didn’t even bat her eyes at him before?

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jeileeze · 2 years ago

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''We continued when the world stopped.''

Time to adjust wasn’t an option as everything went online. Some had blended classes and others were focused on their modules. We were introduced to new platforms such as Microsoft Teams and Google Meet. The only enemy to this story? The slow internet would give us a hard time.

From teachers to students, everything felt new despite frequent orientations.

The sudden shift gave the idea that another impossible path is being taken on. You’ll continue to walk yet the barriers are too many for you to handle. This was the school year wherein I had to shed a lot of tears before finishing the given requirements.

Aside from math, I really don’t like being near arts. I’m so bad at it.

But because of those frequent art projects, I found my solace in music. Those songs were from Keshi, NIKI and HONNE. I would repeat them whenever I feel like art is making me breakdown once more.

Such incidents happened a lot as another challenge came. All of our art works and projects must be posted online. ON FACEBOOK. Every friend sees it.

From zumba dances to your live video of your artwork to singing a well-known play aka Les Miserables.

Is there anything more challenging than this? 🙂

Of course.

English was a subject that taught us how to create a research introduction of a topic you want to further investigate. Another subject I had to shed my tears on. It was frustrating as everything went on too fast.

Gladly, I still ended up with good grades and being in the honour list. To be honest, I feel like the online setting will really make a person even more lazy.

Just sitting on a couch, watching the recordings or actually being in a live class would make you feel even more sleepy. Our school also didn’t pursue turning the cameras on as it will just make the meeting slower.

But that advantage became a disadvantage. A student could be playing games while letting the class play, no idea what the teacher just said as distractions were inevitable. I would also hear my mother liking that setting more as we wouldn’t receive allowances as we were stuck at home, with enough food and water.

Still, I wouldn’t go back to such a situation as it will just become an endless loop. This pandemic was called endemic for a reason.

I also wouldn’t say that this setting made me closer to my family, the situation was just rough and it was hard to cope with it. Despite knowing that you can lean onto them, they also become those reasons why failure couldn’t be avoided. Not everyone can be emotionally okay, not everyone can be mentally present. Everything will just become a lump of clay, no chances of being molded into something beautiful since you’ll have no physical strength to do anything.

However, their help and knowingness towards our health became a stepping stone. I sometimes would get irritated with how my mother’s mindset works in terms of health. Eat more greens! Drink your vitamins! Do not sleep late.

There’s many more to that actually but it was just frustrating to hear on a daily basis. Still, that small act of service made sure that our health is indeed our wealth. We weren’t prone to any sickness.

By the time that we were given a chance to do a face-to-face moving up photoshoot, I wasn't truly thrilled as everything felt so fast. I met an old friend there and kept my photoshoot quick. I was even told that my body is stiff and I needed to loosen up. Of course our school photographer, Cher Annie Pasion would know.

Something about that shot made me think that maybe, I did survived but I feel like something was still missing. There were a lot of puzzle pieces scattered and I have no clue where I could find them.

I just really do hope that my next school year will be good to me. No more arts please!

#class2021 #covid19 #arts #grade10

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k3rm1e · 4 years ago

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cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #nihachu x reader #quackity x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinnit x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #kermie's headcanons #kermie spent so long on this and is dying

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enhyqenn · 3 years ago

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📁 … !? pairing. ni-ki x fem!reader | wc. 1.9k | requested? yes | prompts. "dance with me?" & "is that my shirt?" | note. the way i always get carried away when writing for riki...buuut first post of 2022 wooho !!

02:32 pm

there was water in your shoes. every time you took another step up the stairs to your front porch, you couldn’t help the cringe that followed, revolting at the squelching noise that pursued your every move.

“can you hurry up?!” niki rushed from the front door, practically vibrating with impatience as he wrapped his arms around himself. “it’s so cold.”

you sighed, reaching into your coat’s pocket and pulling out a small golden key as the rain grew stronger, spraying underneath the roof of the porch. “there’s water in my shoes, and if you tell me to hurry up one more time i will leave you outside to catch a cold, riki.”

your boyfriend made a noise that sounded like a mix between a whine and a grunt but stayed silent as his teeth chattered, waiting for you to let him inside.

“i’m hurrying, i’m hurrying,” you muttered, fumbling with the lock before opening the door with a push. as niki moved to step inside, you stopped him, reaching an arm out to block his path. “woah there buddy; shoes off right here. my mom’ll kill me if we get mud and water all over the rug. especially since she just cleaned the floors yesterday.”

niki shot you a glance of annoyance but followed your instructions without argument. just as you started to kick off your own sneakers, niki hastily stepped into the hallway, already peeling off his black coat and setting it on a hook.

he looked over his shoulder at you, his impatience still visible. “are you coming or not?”

“yes,” you said instantly, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull you inside, helping rid yourself of the coat on your back. you rubbed your cold hands together when he faced you yet again.

“so, uh, what do we do now?” niki asked cautiously, his voice quiet as his line of sight lowered. when you met his eyes it was then that you realized just how close the two of you were, standing face-to-face in the small foyer.

you gulped thickly, suddenly intimidated by the lack of distance between your bodies. “um…we need to change; get out of these wet clothes before we get sick.” an idea suddenly popped into your head as you thought out a short plan. “i have some of your clothes that you left here some time ago. my mom had me wash them, so i’ll grab those for you to change into while i make something warm for us to drink, okay?”

“okay,” niki whispered in compliance, nodding at your answer. wordlessly, he followed you to your bedroom.

he had been to your house probably over a hundred times, and vice versa, but, for some reason, this time felt different. new. exciting. your parents weren’t home, whom he assumed were at work, and as he trailed your figure he couldn’t help but smile at what was to possibly come within the next hour.

when you opened up your bedroom door, heading for your closet, you glanced behind you. “sorry for the mess. i would’ve cleaned if i had known you’d be over.”

niki scoffed. “you consider this a mess?” he waved his arms around at some of the stray clothes that littered your floor. “this is literally nothing. you should see my room.”

“i have,” you said, raising your eyebrows playfully as you grabbed the articles of clothing you were looking for. “and you’re right, it most certainly is a mess.”

taking the pile of clothes, niki glared at you jokingly. “you weren’t supposed to agree, you know.”

you let out a small laugh, shoving him with a hand as you walked past, brushing strands of wet hair from your face with the other. “yeah, yeah. take a shower and get dressed. i should be back after i finish making us hot chocolate.”

leaving without another word, you made your way to the kitchen, beginning to prep the drinks with ease. after heating up milk and sprinkling the cocoa mix into mugs, you grinned at the delicious smell wafting up your nose, and the sound of footsteps approaching. you honestly didn’t presume that your boyfriend would be done quickly.

“hey, i think i might’ve outgrown these,” niki said from behind, compelling you to turn your head in anticipation. you were met with an unsure expression on his face as he looked down at his feet, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

you let out a laugh when you realized what he was referring to—the pair of sweatpants that were hiked above his ankle.

niki pouted at you, fidgeting with the laces of the waistband as he started to move closer. “don’t laugh at me.”

“i’m sorry, i can’t help it,” you apologized, covering your large grin with a hand. but, much to niki’s displeasure, another stream of laughter poured out when you also noticed how tight the shirt was on him, specifically around his shoulders. this poor kid.

letting out a low whine, niki wrapped his arms around you, pulling your figure into his chest. his grip was tight as you tried to fight back, noises of complaint leaving your own mouth with a groan. he smiled when your stiff person finally relaxed against him, allowing his chin to rest atop your head.

“you’re insufferable,” you muttered, the words coming out muffled due to your mouth being pressed against the fabric of niki’s too-small shirt. he smelled like lavender and mint, courtesy of the body wash that was in your shower.

“yeah, so you’ve told me before,” the boy holding you said, his grasp unrelenting.

sighing against him, you let yourself enjoy the moment instead of fighting it. you wrapped your own arms around his back, fingers splaying on the upper expanse of his shoulders. “you do realize i’m still wet, right?”

“don’t ruin this for me,” niki said, pulling back just enough to grab your face, palms cupping the sides of your head. “but you do smell, so please go shower.”

you scoffed, tearing yourself from his clutches with a pull. “ouch. that hurt a bit, not gonna lie.”

“yeah, well it’s the truth, so get to it, missy,” niki said with a teasing smile, giving you a light push in the direction of the stairs.

running a brush through your damp hair, you padded down the hallway in tow of finding the person that made you shower in the first place. as you turned the corner to your living room, you smiled when you spotted niki laying on the couch as he flipped through netflix, the mugs of hot chocolate on the wooden coffee table.

you leaned over the back of the sofa, grinning down at the dark-haired boy as strands of hair fell from behind your ears. “hi,” you said cheerfully.

niki blinked up at you, slightly startled by your presence, but his blank expression soon turned into a grin as he said, “hello, my love.”

cheeks immediately flushing, you narrowed your eyes, determined not to let him know how flustered he had made you with the use of that name. “did you pick something out for us to watch?”

“no. we’ve seen pretty much everything there is,” niki answered, his smile replaced with a frown, eyes returning to the screen.

standing to your full height, you placed your hairbrush on the end table as you passed, opting to move closer to the tv. your back faced niki as you crouched, digging through the drawers that held dvd’s and video games. when you found what you were looking for, you grinned, pulling the case from its spot and standing once more.

“dance with me?” the question rolled off your tongue with ease, tone a bit teasing as you showed niki the cover. just dance 3 stared back at him.

moving from his spot on the couch, niki sat up, elbows resting on his knees as the start of a smirk played at his lips. “first of all, i’d kick your ass, which i know we’re both aware of. secondly,”—he pointed at your upper half—“is that my shirt?”

you looked down, forgetting that you were, indeed, wearing his shirt. you had stolen it the previous week when you had gone to his house. “uh, i guess, yeah.”

“so you gave me clothes that were too small while you get to wear a shirt that i had on last week, and fits me perfectly?” niki asked, his eyebrows raised in question. but he already knew the answer, and, for a split second, you were worried that he was legitly mad. that is until the corners of his mouth twitched upwards again. “really? you’d do that to the love of your life?”

lowering the game, you set it on the coffee table, taking a step back when niki stood from the sofa. you tried, and failed, to hide the smile that made its way onto your face, laughing once more at the clothes he had on.

“oh you are so going to get it!” niki exclaimed as you grinned, lunging across the furniture, arms reaching for your already retreating figure.

laughter bouncing off the walls, you narrowly avoided his incoming hand as you took off in the opposite direction, niki trailing closely behind. the floor was slick under your feet, and you squealed when you almost ran into the dining table due to your socks.

you sprinted up the stairs, past the bathroom you and niki had showered in, grinning from ear to ear when you finally slid into the familiar room that was your own. looking around hastily, you tried to figure out a good hiding spot, but only to be yanked back while in thought.

“gotcha,” niki drew out the word, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as he lifted you off the ground in a fit of laughter, arms encompassing your waist.

letting your body rest against him, you looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes as he gazed down, his boxy smile staring at you. “you were supposed to give me time to hide.” there was a hint of disappointment in your words as you faked a frown.

spinning you to face him, niki pulled your front flush against his, head tilting ever so slightly to the left. his lips twitched downwards in a soft pout. “i’m sorry.”

you couldn’t help the grin that crept onto your face, standing on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. “it’s okay. you’re pretty cute, so i’ll let it slide. besides,”—you took a half step back, hand running down his arm—“i’ve got a game i need to beat you at anyway.”

“oh, really?” niki remarked, a lever inside of him switching at your sudden change in behavior. “you’re going to beat me at just dance?”

“yep,” you quipped, chin held high with confidence.

niki hummed, giving you a side-eye as if he was thinking something through. “i don’t know about that. i’m pretty sure i can beat you with my amazing dancing skills…demolish you even. but that’s if we’re getting technical.”

“hmm. i guess we’ll have to test your theory then; see if your dancing skills are, in fact, up to par,” you said with raised eyebrows, your mouth curved into a smirk.

you knew he could beat you at anything that involved moving your body a certain way, but you enjoyed the taunting too much to stop. it was what made your relationship with him exhilarating and fun. and he always played along, even if he knew the truth too.

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sabinanotfound · 4 years ago

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45 Prompts for Hand-Holding

I stumbled across this post and I had to do it. Enjoy... (also it’s the best experience when you switch to the goth rave mode)

45 prompts (actually 42 since I skipped the 12th and the 13th one because I wasn’t comfortable and the 26th one, because I had 0 ideas) and all are SFW.

Includes; Wilbur Soot, cc!Technoblade, GeorgeNotFound, Nihachu, Karl Jacobs, platonic!Ranboo, Dream, SapNap, Quackity (separately)

Warnings: specified before each prompt <3 credit to @creativepromptsforwriting for the amazing prompts

REQUESTS OPEN

1. Tiny hands in big hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Wilbur was absentmindedly fiddling with your hand as the bus made its way through the traffic. “Your hands are so tiny,” he said, making you chuckle. You interlocked your fingers with his, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

2. Calloused hands in soft hands (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

“It’s okay, you’re with me now,” you said softly, trying to calm Techno down. You took his calloused hands in yours, letting him relax and fall asleep in your embrace.

3. Cold hands in warm hands (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“Oh, and we should definitely see this place!” George exclaimed. For the past few hours he was excitedly showing you around London, but there was only one problem; the cold. When you didn’t respond, George turned to you and immediately noticed you shivering. He laughed softly before taking your cold hands in his warm ones. Let’s say, this method of warming up was your favorite.

4. Hands for the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki held hands as you sat on the couch watching a movie. You suddenly thought of how nice your hand fit in hers. “Niki, look it’s like our hands were made for each other!” you said and she laughed, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

5. Platonic hand-holding (platonic!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

You walked around the city with your best friend, absentmindedly holding each other’s hand and swinging them back and forth just because. Nothing mattered but your friendship and the beautiful views in front of you.

6. Running their thumb over the other’s hand (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader) TW || anxiety

As you entered the party, you regretted coming. There were way too many people for your liking. But this was your best friend’s birthday party and you couldn’t just ditch her like that. Wilbur turned to you and noticed your uncomfortable face. He took your hand in his tracing small circles on it with his thumb, letting you calm down.

7. Dancing with their hands holding onto each other (Dream x gn!reader)

“May I dance with you, my love?” Dream said as he held out his hand to you, smiling. A smile made its way onto your face as you swayed to the slow music, your hand in his.

8. Squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement (platonic!Ranboo x gn!reader)

You looked at Ranboo before making your way to the stage. He gave you a reassuring smile before squeezing your hand one last time and mouthing the words: “You can do this.”

9. Holding hands across the table (SapNap x gn!reader)

A fancy table set up at home due to the virus quickly spreading, candles light up and you two. The perfect date. You took a deep breath before putting a hand on Sapnap’s which was resting on the table. “Sap, I love you so so much. Will you marry me?” he looked at you with nothing but love and happiness in his eyes. “Yes, yes yes,” he said, stretching over the table to give you a kiss.

10. Happily doing everything with one hand even if it means they don’t have to let go (Quackity x gn!reader)

Alex stirred the pot as you chopped onions. Both doing your tasks with one hand. Ask why? Because why let go of your lover's hand when can *almost* do everything with one?

11. Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The crowd was huge. You knew there were many people who liked the same band as you, but this many people were unexpected. You held onto Niki's hand not to lose her in the huge crowd. "Niki, now I have an excuse to hold your hand at all time." you both laughed, making your way closer to the stage.

14. Grabbing hand to show them something (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

The Louvre was a really pretty museum, and you wanted to see everything. "Look, Wil, there's that famous painting I've been wanting to see!" you tugged on his arm as he chucked at your enthusiasm, following you to the painting.

15. Loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

George laid in your lap as one of your hands loosely held his, and the other played with his hair. This must be what people call peace.

16. Only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader) TW || death, blood, angst

They had found you. Techno was too late and now there you were, laying on the floor and covered in blood. He let out a sob and the only sign of you being alive was your pinkie you had linked with his. And then your chest stopped. You were gone.

17. Holding hands while skating (Dream x gn!reader)

"I'm going to fall!" you shrieked, as Dream just smirked and held your hand tightly. "No, you're not. Look, you're already getting a hang of this!" he encouraged as you straightened your back, a little less afraid.

18. Excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

"I love this song!" you screamed over the song, as Karl nodded, continuing to bop his head to the music. You jumped up and down as the melody got faster. Your hands were linked and you were sure this was the best concert ever.

19. Playing with each other’s fingers (SapNap x gn!reader)

You sat next to him at his desk, watching as he edited yet another video. One of his hands was in yours while you fiddled with his fingers. He turned to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you, baby."

20. Pressing the other’s hand against their cheek (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || sick reader

“How are you feeling mi amor?” Alex asked as he entered your room with a bowl of soup. “I’m feeling better, thanks to you.” you smiled at him as he sat on the bed, checking your fever. You took his hand in yours, pressing it against your cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me, I love you.”

21. Holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You held Niki’s hand as she balanced on the small wall, laughing. Suddenly she slipped on a rock and landed into your arms as the both of you giggled.

22. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something (Dream x gn!reader)

“BE CAREFUL!” You felt your hand being pulled, just in time as a car flew by. Dream pulled you into his chest, hugging you as your breaths got steadier.

23. Holding hands under the table (Quackity x gn!reader) TW || someone talking shit abt Quackity

“And how’s it going with your uh...career?” Alex’s friend said sarcastically, obviously making fun of him. Alex’s muscles tensed, and you held his hand under the table, giving it a subtle squeeze. He smiled. “Better than yours.” As you two stood up and left.

24. Only realizing it when they have to let go (SapNap x gn!reader)

“Sap, it’s okay, I’m fine now. You don’t have to hold my hand. Thank you so much for the support.” SapNap looked at you, his gaze shy. “What if I don’t want to let go?” it was almost inaudible, but you heard it. You smiled, interlocking your fingers together. That’s a way to confess your feelings.

25. Standing in front of each other, holding both their hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“y/n, I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” Wilbur said, holding both of your hands. You looked at him curiously, your brows slightly furrowing. “Will you marry me?” you gasped, immediately smiling. “YES, YES AND YES!” you screamed as Wilbur slid a pretty ring on your finger.

27. Passionate hand-holding (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Hii.” you said before plopping onto the couch next to Karl. You intertwined your fingers, wanting to never let go as soon as his hand touched yours.

28. Grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

“y/n, be careful, there’s a bump there,” George said as he pointed to the part of the road just ahead of you. Seems like he’d said it too late, because the next thing you knew, you were falling down. But thanks to George’s reflexes he held your hand just in time, preventing you from hitting the ground. “Thank you,” you breathed out, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

29. Holding hands while running through the rain (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“I told you this'd be fun!” you said as the both of you ran around in the rain, laughing and holding hands.

30. Brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second (Dream x gn!reader)

Your breath hitched as Dream’s hand brushed yours lightly, and as your pinkies linked for a second, you started to question if your feelings towards him were really platonic.

31. Grabbing their hand to grab their attention (Quackity x gn!reader)

“Babyyyyy.” you whined as you came into Alex’s room. “You’ve been editing for so long already, you need to get some rest, and also give me cuddles.” Alex chuckled as he turned to you in his chair. “Ten more minutes mi amor.” he said, also missing you a lot. But today you weren’t having it, so you grabbed his hand and tugged on it. He rolled his eyes and chuckled, following you to the couch in the living room.

32. Not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

“Baby?” Wilbur asked and you hummed in response, not tearing your eyes off of your book. Your hand was in Wilbur’s who was scrolling through his phone. “I love you.” you turned to him, smiling. “I love you too, Wil.”

33. Bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go (SapNap x gn!reader) TW || a small injury

“You should’ve been more careful.” your best friend complained as he bandaged your hand. You had accidentally broken a cup and a piece of glass had cut your hand. When Sap finished his hand lingered on yours a little longer, making your cheeks lightly heat up.

34. Holding hands while driving (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

Karl’s left hand was on the steering wheel and the other one was interlocked with yours. A song was playing as you sang along and enjoyed the little moment.

35. Grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them (Nihachu x gn!reader)

The alarm clock beeped loudly, waking the both of you up. “A few more minutes...” you whined, but Niki was already starting to stand up. You caught her hand and lightly pulled her towards you. “Nooo a few more minutes but only with you,” you said as she laughed.

36. Unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping (GeorgeNotFound x gn!reader)

Your hand unconsciously searched for George’s, as you laid half asleep. Once you did, you interlocked your fingers and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

37. Not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

You sat on the couch in your friend’s house as the party became louder and louder every minute. Wilbur was next to you and you mindlessly interlocked your fingers. “I didn’t know you two were together.” one of your friends said, passing by. Your cheeks heated up as you slightly let go of his hand, but not completely.

38. Swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children (Quackity x gn!reader)

You and Alex swung your interlocked hands as you skipped around. In the daylight, when the streets were crowded this was not enjoyable; but at night, hanging out in a park while no one was there to throw you weird glances, it was perfect.

39. Holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition (Dream x gn!reader)

“Oh look! There’s that famous exhibition!” Dream exclaimed as he tugged on your hand. You followed him, curious about what you were going to see.

40. Letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it (cc!Technoblade x gn!reader)

“Be careful, there’s a tree.” you let go of his hand for a second and as soon as you passed the tree, you softly took his hand in yours, continuing your walk in the forest.

41. Loosely holding onto each other’s hand (Nihachu x gn!reader)

You and Niki walked around the city, while she excitedly pointed out some important locations. You were loosely holding her hand, fascinated by everything around you.

42. Dragging the other with them, holding their hand (Karl Jacobs x gn!reader)

“Come on baby, you have to go to sleep, you’re overworking yourself.” Karl tried to convince you. You weakly asked for a few more minutes, but Karl took you by the hand and dragged you to bed. You were thankful because if not for him you’d be asleep on your desk in a few minutes.

43. Raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly (Wilbur Soot x gn!reader)

Your first date had been awesome. Wilbur was a true gentleman. As he opened the door for you to get out of the car, your eyes met. “Thank you for today Wilbur. I loved our date.” You smiled at him and he did so too, gently lifting your hand and pressing a quick kiss on it. “So... maybe you’re up for a second date sometime?” You nodded, not missing his rose-tinted cheeks.

44. Holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together (Dream x gn!reader) TW || cliff diving

"Ready?" Dream asked, giving your hand a subtle squeeze, and after you nodded, you jumped down into the beautiful blue waters, not letting go of Dream's hand.

45. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together (SapNap x gn!reader)

Sapnap hoped that you wouldn't take this as an excuse to hold your hand, but he had to give it a shot. "y/n, let's compare hand sizes." you pressed your palms together, and before you knew it, Sap had linked your fingers together. Not that you minded, though.

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haechanhues · 4 years ago

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Like Unrequited

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader / sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : angst/fluff. bulleted.

warnings : unrequited crush. slight feelings of awkwardness and abandonment. ambiguous relationship though - especially towards the end.

summary : how to confess to someone who doesn’t feel the same.

‘I like you, Heeseung’

All you could see was his eyes

How they enlarged at the words you just spluttered

He hesitated

And at that the world seemed to rush down your throat and rob you of the air in your lungs

Uh.

But still the hope in your stomach flickered like a small fire

A small pathetic little fire

‘I-I….I don’t see you in that way Y/N...I’m sorry.’

Heeseung didn’t smile as he said that

But he squeezed at your shoulder to anchor you down to the reality of it all

You liked Heeseung

And he didn’t like you back

All those teenage movies you watched in an attempt to motivate you seemed to laugh at you

All those beautiful actresses and all those beautiful actors planting the seed of false hope in the victims of love unrequited

‘That’s okay?’

You smiled.

I’m sure you’ve never seen yourself wear the most bullshit smile you’ve ever bullshitted

Heeseung smacked his lips together and warmly smiled at you

‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?’

Uh.

‘..Maybe. I might just, uh- hang out in the library for a while.’

He grimaced at that

He didn’t want to make you feel as if you weren’t friends

He didn’t want to say ‘friends tho, right?’ as some sort of compensation for your feelings he didn’t share

He felt for you

He loved you (in a way that was only platonic)

And yet-

‘Okay.’

The next day Heeseung had waved at you whilst flanked by the other boys and Ryujin at his side

Jungwon hugged you and asked if you were coming to lunch

‘Nope,’

‘BOOO,’ Niki shouted in Sunoo’s ear

‘What about tomorrow then? I’ve still got that post I want you to see in person’ Jay whined.

‘I dunno I’ll let you know though.’

Ryujin squeezed your hand as she followed you down the hallway away from the boys

‘How was it?’ Ryujin bit her lip with her sympathetic eyes

You shook your head

‘Imma need time. I think.’

‘Okay. Don’t be a stranger.’

Ryujin smiled and hugged you tightly, ‘It’s just one guy, my buddy.’

‘A guy I just happen to like and who’s kind and who I used to gush about for hours on end and-’

‘I was trying to lighten the mood, but my bad,’ Ryujin chuckled a little before letting you go

‘Mhmm’

With a final goodbye you dawdled to the library with your assignments and errands listed in your head for you to do

You took a seat and dug through your bag for your books and pencil case filled with pens and highlighters and got to working

You spent what felt like hours in the library, filling in gaps and writing down notes that you’ve been holding off for what felt like weeks

You sighed as you flicked out your wrist in an attempt to dissipate your pen cramp

That’s when the antics of two boys called your attention

They whispered heatedly between the two of them as they fussed over their written notes and their bags

‘Out of all days, you’re cramming now?’

‘I didn’t know it was due today and you didn’t either!’

‘You don’t even have a pen-’

You giggled to yourself and that had the boys look over to you sheepishly

‘Hey,’

‘Can I borrow a pen?’

You grinned and nodded, pulling out a pen of your pencil case

‘Oh my god. Why aren’t you this helpful?’

‘Fuck you.’

After awhile as they had written down all their points and you had gone back to your work, giggling a little at their quips

‘Here’s your pen. Thanks, really.’

‘No worries...what test is it for?’

‘This science research test. I’m not prepared for it, obviously. But Jake is.’

Sunghoon had explained, cocking his head toward Jake

Jake giggled in reply

‘In that case, you may as well keep the pen.’

Sunghoon grinned

‘Thank you. Do you want the pen back?’

‘I’m not sure about today.. but that could change.’

Meanwhile in the background, Jake smirked at your little exchange, preparing to tell all his and Sunghoon’s friends about his little conversation with a pretty girl in the library

The next few days were spent with Sunghoon and Jake

They had an assignment due that next Wednesday

You had your errands

But as the hours and the days flew by, the time spent actually working on your studies depleted and they were spent getting to know each other

They both gave your their number and you gave yours

You started making plans for after school and weekends

Ryujin wanted you to come to a party with her on Saturday (the boys were going to be there too and Sunoo was missing you)

But you had plans (with Sunghoon)

You started missing phone calls from your friends because you were busy spending time with Sunghoon.

You told Sunghoon and Jake all about your attempt at confessing and that had set Jake off on a tangent about how stupid the guy was and Sunghoon had opted to hold your hand

Your library hangouts had turned into ‘hangouts’ and extended outside of the library

And one day you were with Sunghoon and Jake on the lunch table, smiling at their antics and their whatever-the-fuck-they-were-doing

‘Y/N!’

You turned towards the voice, Sunghoon and Jake following you too

Sunoo reached towards you and hugged you

‘Feel like I never see you, like ever.’

‘I miss you.’

‘Me too,’ You smile.

You looked over at Heeseung and your smile failed a little bit at the way he held a girl’s hand in his

‘Hey,’ He smiled, feeling a little awkward at the revelation of his new girlfriend/friend/fling?

Truthfully he didn’t know who she was

But he wanted to find out

He was also confused at the new friends of yours

Jungwon walked over to you, looking at Sunghoon confusedly, ‘I didn’t know you knew Y/N.’

‘Surprise’

Sunghoon watched as you struggled to gain the confidence to introduce them to your other friends

He reached over and grabbed your hand in his, offering a small smile ‘I’m Sunghoon’

‘Jake’

‘I haven’t seen you in awhile my girl,’ Ryujin said, toe tapping your ankle

‘Sorry, I’ve been with these two this whole time. Super busy.’

Everyone frowns at your short sentence and your sudden uncomfortableness with the whole group in front of you, your easygoingness replaced with something that felt foreign to them

That didn’t really change throughout the week

The only one that really got the same response from you was Sunoo and even that was tampered with

You smiled in front of Sunghoon and Jake like you’re usual

Jungwon, Heeseung, Niki, Jay and Ryujin could only look on as you seemed to distance yourself from them all

Jay still had that one post he had to show you but when he had shown it too

You had pursed your lips in reply and looked at Jake with a secretive smile that you used to use with him

But you smiled at Jay and hugged him goodbye

They weren’t happy (meaning Heeseung and pals)

You did miss your friends

But-

You were happy with Sunghoon and Jake.

Very happy.

Heeseung sighed at the way you branched off with your new friends, leaving him and Ryujin in the dust

‘Okay, I can’t fucking do this anymore,’

Ryujin swore and turned towards him

‘You need to fucking say something. Because I’m sick and tired of being ignored by my best fucking friend in exchange for two boys. Two hot boys, but still boys nonetheless.’

Heeseung sighed at that

He did, didn’t he

So with a bated breath, he approached you when you were alone

No Sunghoon or Jake

Just you

He loomed over you as he attempted to find the words to say

‘Hey’

How are you?’

‘Good. You?’

‘I’m good.’

You nodded and looked over his shoulder in an attempt to find your friends

‘Y/N. Listen.’

Heeseung pleaded and he looked so desperate you couldn’t help but stare at him

‘I like you as my friend so please just keep being my friend.’

‘I am. I am, I just want space and I want time to be able to treat you like a pal and not the guy I like, Heeseung.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you’re ignoring the whole group.’

‘I’m not.’

‘You are! Sunoo misses you like fucking crazy and you are actually separated from Ryujin. That doesn’t feel normal.’

‘But I like being around the boys,’

‘SO LET THEM JOIN US. You don’t even have to look at me or speak to me, if you’re going to be my friend, please for the love of everything cheesy, we’re your friends too. Jay has even started sulking and you know he doesn’t hold grudges.’

You sighed

‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right.’

‘I’ll let Sunghoon and Jake know then.’

‘Yes. Do that.’

So that lunch time, after attempting to persuade Jake who was more than happy to greet friends of yours and Sunghoon who was unhappy with Heeseung still

Sunghoon looked at you softly and then looked at Heeseung in a way that wasn’t the most friendly

‘Hey guys. This is Sunghoon and Jake.’

Jake waved and Sunghoon nodded, linking his fingers with yours

You turned towards him with a small smile

‘Uhhh- I was hoping we could all-join?’

They all couldn’t have been faster to nod or make room for you, welcoming you back with open arms and eager hearts.

author’s note : fun fact but it’s not really over.

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call-me-apple · 4 years ago

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What It Means to Be Redeemed (1,6k words)

According to Cambridge Dictionary:

Redeem – to improve yourself, or to take action to improve the way other people think of you or something you have done. Redeem – to get something back.

Dream learns that one may be impossible, but tries his hand at the other.

An exploration of Dream’s character and how he can redeem himself, taking place post-prison in the Syndicate AU.

TW // implied/referenced abuse, aftermath of abuse, implied/referenced torture, aftermath of torture, trauma, mentioned amputation, suicide attempt

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31885594 Or under the cut!

The path to redemption is paved with regret, is what they say.

What Technoblade says, when Dream asks him what it means to become a better person, is that redemption is found through action. Through doing good things when you wouldn't before. Through making amends and not repeating your past mistakes.

What Quackity told him, in the cell, in between the swings of a sword or an axe or the snaps of a pair of scissors, is that nothing that's ever done to Dream will match the harm he's caused to the server. And, perhaps, that nothing Dream himself ever does can make up for it.

So in the cold of the Arctic, Dream finds himself in a predicament.

He wants to be better, he thinks. Or at least, he doesn't want to be the same as before. Doesn't want to be someone deserving of pain, of solitude, of a throat screamed raw and limbs broken too many times to count, too many times to ever walk without a limp and without a near-constant tremble in his arms. Too many times for objects to never again fall from the weak grasp of his crooked fingers.

Techno and Phil tell him he never deserved it, and maybe they're right, but…

Question is, how does one become a better person?

There isn’t much Dream regrets.

He thinks back to before prison, to all that he's done. He regrets losing his composure in the face of Tommy's blackmail. It worsened his relationship with Tubbo, put the discs further from his reach. It was a setback to his plans, a mistake, one he regrets making.

He regrets losing his temper in Logstedshire. Regrets what his outrage almost cost him.

Sometimes, in the coldness of his room, he regrets letting his friends leave him, not even trying to explain himself to them. And yet letting them continue hating him was the optimal decision, for himself and for them.

He doesn't regret Doomsday. Doesn't regret the satisfied laughter that bubbled up from under his mask as he watched the nation that splintered his server crumble under the rain of his TNT.

He doesn't regret the Independence War either, doesn't regret giving Wilbur those explosives, doesn't regret blowing up the Community House.

And, although everyone thinks he should, he doesn't regret what he's done to Tommy in exile.

It's not like he doesn't know that it's bad, but it brought him the results he wanted: kept Tommy far from Tubbo, got him the discs. The server was at its most peaceful without Tommy there to wreak havoc by burning houses and stealing and helping create nations.

It's not like he doesn't know it was harmful. That Tommy will never be the same after what he's gone through, after what Dream put him through.

He knows full well that he's done harm to Tommy that can never be reversed. But it got him what he wanted, so does that really matter?

And then he'll remember months and months of physical therapy, of bringing strength back to his muscles, of going from eating nothing but raw potatoes because he couldn't stomach anything else to eating anything but potatoes. The weeks of losing his voice again and again because of how unused he was to speaking.

Sitting curled up alone on the bed that was given to him, wondering how long it'll take for Sam and Quackity to find him and come after him. How long it'll take for Technoblade and Philza and Ranboo and Niki to learn about all he's done and decide that he isn't worth it after all. That all he's worth is being used to derive sick entertainment out of breaking his body and mind. Shaking and waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering if he can manage to limp away and into the wilderness or if he'll simply crumple into the snow in the middle of the forest and freeze to death. Or if they'll catch up to him and drag him back into the obsidian cell.

And then he'll look in the mirror - at his broken mask and his scarred face. And he'll raise a shaking hand that has a few fingers missing to his reflection. And he'll limp away on his badly healed legs. And he'll drop and shatter another one of Philza's cups because his hand just refused to work that day.

He’s forever changed. And no matter how much he tries to go back, to heal, a part of him realizes that even if things get better, they will never be the same. That he will never be the same.

And he wonders: does the sight of obsidian and blackstone cause bile to rise in Tommy's throat the same way it does in Dream's? Is the fear Tommy feels at having a hole dug in front of him any similar to the terror that grips Dream's heart at the sight of a pair of scissors?

Tommy will never be the same either, after what Dream has done to him.

He thinks of his server, his world, his home, once united, now cut up into factions, nations, sides. He thinks of the once untouched plains and forests ravaged to raise walls in their place and divide his people.

A traitorous thought visits his mind: what if, just like him and Tommy, the server can never be the same?

What if there is no going back? What if his world is forever changed from one of friendship and pranks and petty little conflicts into one of nations, politics and wars? What if, in his pursuit of a united server, he’s ruined his chances at ever achieving it?

Can a family ever be “big and happy” if it’s a family of shattered people trying to piece themselves together?

Dream thinks, and he remembers: Techno and Phil tending to his wounds, listening to his dazed mutterings of punishment and what’s deserved. Remembers looking into Technoblade’s eyes when the other told him:

“Dream,” a pause, a blink, a frown. “No one deserves what you’ve gone through, no one.”

And he wonders if maybe the ends didn't justify the means after all.

Maybe some things should never be done at all, no matter the reason or justification. No matter the apparent payoff.

Maybe, just maybe, he’s hurt Tommy so much, and in the end, it was all for nothing.

And he thinks… maybe this is one of those things he regrets, after all.

And then he thinks back to another thing Technoblade told him. That redemption is found through action.

So he helps Philza around the commune, listens to Niki ramble and helps her bake goods to later share them with the Syndicate. Helps Technoblade get resources for the commune and organize his chaotic storage system.

He talks to Ranboo about the Enderwalk, explains their shared past and Ranboo agrees to pass a message over to Tubbo.

And once Dream is good enough to travel without falling to the ground after only fifteen minutes of consistent walking, he goes back — back to the Greater Dream SMP, his kingdom, his home. Passes by the rebuilt Community House and the buildings containing memories of a more peaceful time.

He walks up to a tiny dirt hut dug into a hill, and he stops.

Ranboo told him Tommy would be out all day, hanging out with him and Tubbo.

Dream places a chest in the middle of the room, leaves a signed note in it, digs around in his inventory for diamonds, iron and enchantment books and he scatters them around the chests inconspicuously.

He pauses, lingers, his inventory now empty. His fingers twitch, itching to do something else, something more. But he’s… lost.

He doesn’t know what to do now.

There’s little else left for him to do here, in this house. There’s little else for him to do outside, on the server. This world doesn’t need him anymore, it seems to have been so much more peaceful ever since he… stopped being a factor. Maybe that’s a sign. A sign that he was wrong. That he should’ve stopped fighting for the past a long time ago, should’ve realized he was only ruining his already ruined server even further.

At least Tommy still has a home here, in this dirt hut that he’s had from the very beginning. Like he’s had Tubbo from the very beginning.

Dream’s home is dead, and no revival book can bring it back.

There’s nothing left for him here.

When he gets back to the Arctic and returns to his room, legs sore from walking, mind empty, the memory of Quackity's voice returns too.

It whispers to him, with the echo of an obsidian cell, "Nothing you ever do will be enough. Nothing you ever face will be enough. You are rotten to the core with no chance at salvation. You’ve only made this server worse.”

Everything he’s done was for nothing in the end.

As Dream sits on his bed, his gaze moves curiously to the drawer where he knows he hides a knife. And his mind flashes back to Pandora's Vault, to the pain that used to bloom across his body. And a ghost of that same pain blooms across his wrists and neck and stomach in a reminder of what could be.

And Technoblade finds him.

And he gently takes the clean knife out of his trembling hand.

And he sits down beside him, wraps a warm red cloak around his shoulders, and tells him "It'll be okay."

And Dream closes his eyes and wills himself to believe it.

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cazzyvintage · 4 years ago

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Thank you so so much for the engineer headcanons! If I could request again for Niki Lauda? Could I get HCs for them reestablish physical affection/intimacy after his accident? Like I imagine his (gn) partner would have to be careful not to hurt him when the burns are still fresh & he might recoil a bit after seeing the scarring (& hearing people talk about it like in the movie) until they remind him like ‘hey I know a lot of things have changed but the fact I love you isn’t one of them’ & maybe they end up more affectionate than before - 🦇

Of course! Thank you for the requests bat anon, they are always so detailed! 😊

- The crash was the subject of all your nightmares. Every night you would wake up to see him crashing all again. Seeing his body disappear in the fire. You could feel the harrowing feeling of sickness and worry as they drag his unmoving body out of the car. Even at the distance they kept you at, you could see the blood, the melted skin and you knew things would never be the same.

- Now you were sitting next to his body in the hospital. It had been four days and he has still not woken up. You held his hand in yours as he laid there, and it was odd but you don't think you had ever held his hand this long before. Physical intimacy, apart from times in the bedroom, was rare for him. You knew he cared for you, he just didn't understand how often you needed to be reassured or treated nicely because of it

- Bandages covered his face tightly to the point where you could hardly see him. Maybe that was the point. When you had asked about the injuries on his face the doctors grimaced. They didn't want to tell you the extent of it and that was enough for you to know it was bad. They assured you that they had worked hard to heal it, treat the injuries as best as they could but the scaring would still remain.

- You were by his side when you felt his hand twitch in yours. You instantly looked over to see his eyes fluttering open. Pain swarming them instantly but when they glanced over to see you, there was a relief.

- You quickly went to get the doctors who told you to wait outside while they checked upon him. When they were done though you were allowed back in and you refused to leave for four hours. You rambled to him about anything, said anything in your mind, how worried you were for him, how much you loved him, how you would never leave him. He could hardly speak back, just gurgle but the way he squeezed your hand in his was enough for you to know he appreciated it. He appreciated more than you would ever know.

- It pained you to hear the yelps of pain coming from him as they removed the bandages. The way he grunted, practically screaming out in pain every time they moved a little bit from his burns. It broke your heart. You loved Niki and you loved the passion he had for the sport but at that moment, seeing how pained he was, you wished nothing more than that he never took up racing again.

- But it was Niki Lauda. Of course, he would. Much sooner than anyone had anticipated.

- You were with him every step of the recovery and you begged him not to, or at least wait till next year when he had recovered more but he couldn't wait, not when he was seeing James Hunt win those races and in the end, you didn't have the heart to tell him no. It made you worry with sick seeing him go back into that car again, his burns still aching as he wore the helmet but you were also so proud of him. So proud of his determination, courage, strength.

- Things were harder for the two of you though in many ways, especially intimately. Before while he lacked affection outside of the bedroom, she certainly made up for it inside. What they said about F1 drivers was true, even out of the car they had to go fast, and with the pent, frustration, he had every time James won a race or annoyed him, he would express with you that night, if you even made it to the bedroom that is.

- But since the accident, it was like his sex drive had vanished. At first, you were careful around him, anxious you might hurt him and that's why for the first few months but after that, you tried to instigate something he would brush it off, or even worse he would leave the room. He chooses to sleep on the sofa rather than in a bed with you when you tried to start something and it hurt you for you didn't know what was wrong. Did he not find you appealing anymore?

- The press were always following you and Niki, speculating about the two of you. Both you and Niki were private people and that's why the news wanted to know everything about the two of you. Now with Niki looking the way he did they were nothing if not tormenting towards you and Niki. Rumours speculated about the deterioration of your marriage, that you were cheating on him, even some claiming you were cheating on him with James!

- Everything came ahead one day in a press conference. "What did your partner say when they saw your face?" the journalist confronted Niki. You were watching from the sidelines and felt dread and anger pool in you from those words. "They said, sweeties, you don't need a face to drive. Only a right foot"

- Niki was good at laughing things off, he was brash, straight to the point but this journalist wouldn't let go of this. "I'm being serious. Do you really think your marriage can survive? With the way you look now?"

- The room became dead silent as anger flickered in Niki's eyes. "And I'm being serious, too. Which of your assholes said this?" but no one dared to speak up, "Fuck you, press conference is over" he spat out, tearing his microphone off and quickly storming out of the room where you swiftly followed.

- You called out to him yet he continued to walk. It was only when you grasped ahold of his hand did he finally stop to talk, and even then he refused to look at you, instead glaring at the side. "Niki what have I done wrong?" you murmur. "Was it something I said?" you ask but he shakes his head, "No love, it's not you" "Then what?" you ask attempting to raise your hand to cradle his face but he flinches away from your touch but he finally looks you in the eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm not stupid. I know I look like shrivelled walnut. I don't want you to pity fuck me or pretending to like how I look"

- "I don't care about your appearance Niki. I'm not fickle like that. I love you for who you are, the asshole underneath. Now stop being such a cry baby and kiss me already" you argue, a new fire in your eyes determined to make Niki realise just how much you care.

- He looks back at you with admiration, his doubts about himself, his appearance slowly flowing away as he looks into your lustful eyes. Leaning down he finally kisses you and in the backrooms of the garage, you lose yourself to each other, letting out all the pent us lust you two had.

- After that, you two were more affectionate, more than before his accident. Hand holding, hugs, kisses. He showed you with everything after realising just how much you cared for him and how much he loved you back. Even the press were posting news articles where they got pictures of you two being affectionate and for once you two didn't mind being in the public eye, as long as everyone knew how in love you two were and how you weren't going to let each other go.

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agallimaufryofoddments · 3 years ago

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Shortly before Huey asks Elmer the most “cruel [and] absurd” of his two favors in 1711 Whitesmile—to "please stay just the way you are . . . . [because] I think I can rely on you to find my way back to who I was back then” (p. 228)—he remarks that he “no longer [has] any hatred for this world, nor any attachment to it” (158) post-Monica.

We might suppose that Huey might—could once again—fall in love with the world upon Monica’s return, no matter the world’s state. Despite this and Huey’s willingness to treat the world as an experiment, I wonder if his solicitation of a promise is much an instinctive attempt to preserve the world as much as it is an attempt to preserve Elmer.

Edit: Ignore the bulk of this post; in my haste to ponder the theoretical impact of Huey’s request on Elmer’s quest for universal happiness, I inadvertently overemphasized Huey’s impact by dint of underemphasizing Elmer’s tendency to be sidetracked—and I really shouldn’t have. See reblog.

Elmer’s goal in pursuing his own happiness, after all, has always been concomitant with pursuing global happiness. “What do you suppose I’d have to do to make everyone in the world happy?” he asks Esperanza, well before his arrival in Italy, His modus operandi—making individual people smile with his own power—is not the be-all and end-all. In other words, if he somehow verified his own happiness before making everyone happy, I think it likely he would continue pursuing that goal, whether despite or because of the inherent selfishness he, others, and the narration see in him.

Huey knows of Elmer’s global desires; his 1705 conversation with Elmer leaves him sick with the realization that Elmer will use any means to achieve his end; “he would make [others] his pawns and change their very fates.” (Oh, the irony.)

Now, Huey knows full well that he cannot preserve the world, nor does he want to. Time will change the world beyond his control, until it is unrecognizable to the world Monica once knew. Though this itself would not be an issue for Monica, Huey might care on some deeper level about the kind of world that ought (not) to greet her. He cannot abide decisions based on uncertainties; the more certain the outcome he works toward, the better. Anyone with reason understands that extraordinarily drastic change is required for a world such as ours to achieve global happiness; anyone who knows Elmer understands such change could be as terrible as it could be wonderful.

Again, whether and to what degree Huey is deliberately or incidentally pushing back Elmer’s ‘world domination via happiness’ plans is unclear and merely speculation. Nevertheless, when one conducts an experiment, one contends with both controls and variables. In removing Elmer from the global equation (while allowing the memory of him to influence his own experiment), Huey has one less variable to track.

What led me to think that Huey might have had the world on his mind? What of textual evidence or support?

What strikes me—what directly influenced this train of thought / this post—is how Elmer seems to put his “global happiness” pursuit on hold post-elixir, though it remains a primary occupation of his mind three centuries on. As he famously says in 2001, “For the sake of a happy ending, I’d sell everyone in the world to the devil without a second thought.”

Yet Elmer has been more talk than action on this point for the last couple centuries. (That Narita has managed to convince us otherwise is to his credit). Elmer’s undertaking of alchemy in the 1700s is an example of a proactive if misguided step towards global happiness, but we haven’t seen Elmer take alternative macroscopic steps since. The absence of progress in his global quest is starkly puzzling in the presence of the progress made by Szilard and Huey, two men just as driven as Elmer. As far as we know, Elmer has mostly spent his time searching for Szilard while trying to make people smile along the way.

(Notably, people like Niki, Mark, and Fil. And Huey. People not unlike him. I firmly believe this is rooted in his trauma and the series’ essential theme(s) of happiness—not just it is possible for immortals to be happy, but, I am of the opinion, is it possible for people like Elmer to be happy? This is something I will be discussing in one or two much longer posts. It is too off-topic here.)

Putting aside Elmer’s tendency to be sidetracked with aforementioned ‘smile projects’ like those above, the puzzle makes sense in the context of Huey’s promise. If Elmer puts so much significant stock in global happiness’ possible happy outcome for himself—i.e., he is optimistic that it may actually change him—then how can he continue to pursue meaningful actions toward that end without risking breaking his promise? For all that Elmer’s selfishness is underscored, and how self-centered he can be when finagling smiles in the short-term, is he not fairly willing to delay or stay his prospective long-term Happy Ending, time and time again, on behalf of another?

Huey is making Elmer sacrifice his own theoretical happiness for what could be hundreds or thousands of years. Do not change. Remain just the way you are. Do. Not. Realize. Your. Happiness. Elmer agrees so readily, on the entire basis of a potential, not guaranteed, smile from Huey—as if he believes that seeing Huey’s smile will significantly bring himself closer to knowing happiness. What else can we conclude?

There are few other scenarios I can see that plausibly explain / justify Elmer’s conspicuous stagnancy in his global happiness pursuit when we are frequently warned he is a man to take seriously, a man proactive, a man who is not all talk. I say this despite my belief that Elmer’s repeated homing in on those who have been subjected to major trauma / abuse (Niki, Fil) to the point of despair / suicidal thoughts / etc. (Mark)—especially those who are children (all of the above at first meeting)¹—is more relevant to his desire for personal happiness than even Elmer realizes.

But that is another story. By which I mean at least one, possible two, lengthy write-ups on and related to the subject.

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¹ Note: I would include Czes, except Elmer isn’t quite aware that Czes suffered at Fermet’s hands until Czes tells him as much in 2001...not to mention he has not seen Czes since the 18th century. How much of his zeroing in on Czes is due to instinct, or merely a natural consequence of Czes being the most unhappy of the immortals? Still, what Elmer decides to tell Czes specifically in this news’ wake (personal jealousy, capacity for change), seems crucial to me if Elmer at all, in that moment, regarded Czes as not unlike him. “If you want to melt again, just let yourself feel the warmth of your environment,” Elmer advises.

Alas, in Elmer’s case, there is nothing for him to melt back into; he has no reference point. He can mirror the warmth, but Czes can let it warm the embers of all that is good within him. Moreover, since when has Elmer last spent significant time in the warmth of human connection? Not since the Mask Maker trio, and even then, the three’s chance to intimately connect (the prospect of Monica sharing her past with them, Elmer his with her) was sabotaged with Monica’s death. Elmer keeps eluding the most ubiquitous and emphasized of Baccano!’s paths to happiness: bonds with other people.

Note 2: “...few other plausible scenarios...” I ought to acknowledge that Elmer shares Szilard & Huey’s drive but none of their power, resources, and money. You know, the sorts of assets required for such a lofty goal as his. The sort of assets he originally hoped to obtain via using Huey and Monica. Of course, should the Mask Maker trio once more reform (ha...), perhaps then Elmer might have more of an actual chance. “Building the world” might also be all the cheerier if he were doing it with his friends alongside him, though I’m not sure whether he’s really thought it through like that.

Waiting on a powerful connection like Huey is probably the easiest and most appealing option from Elmer’s perspective, as opposed to the Szilard route (using alchemy/knowledge to accrue money, then power and influence), the Victor route (honest employment under the leash of the U.S. government), the Maiza and Begg routes (illegal work via gang connections), or the Nader route (worming one’s way into the ear of influential people via a silver tongue, which Elmer decidedly lacks).

(We have no idea if Elmer has considered at all whether he could use Lucrezia de Dormentaire. I mean, yeah, why would the House itself have any reason to hear Elmer out, and why would he expect them to? Except he would definitely have the gumption to say something like, “Hey, remember how I spied for your House and sent you some of the Grand Panacea? I want to call in a favor...” The question is whether he would think to do this. If he’s forgotten basic things like devouring, who knows how long it’s been since he last considered whether Lucrezia still lives?)

#Baccano!#Baccano #Elmer C. Albatross #Huey Laforet #Baccano! Spoilers #inexqueuesable #long post #Rev's Musings

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mellorphic · 3 years ago

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Okay here’s a list of my favourite Tommy-centric fics that everyone should read

Ours Poetica

Unfinished, and read the tags/notes at the beginning of each chapter because there are some pretty major cws, but this is a beautiful fic and I haven’t seen much hype for it. Tommy is a poet, SBI are dysfunctional, and basically everyone else is protective. I love Dream in this he’s actually okay for once.

TommyInnit’s Clinic For Supervillains

Completed, if you haven’t read this yet you definitely should. Healer!Tommy, Puffy, Eret and Foolish are the only characters with good morals but all the characters you’re meant to root for are supervillains so that’s expected. Crime boys dynamic in this is beautiful.

Still Life

Completed, I don’t think this is very popular, I’ve seen nobody talk about it, but it has to be one of my favourites ever. It’s only one chapter, but over 30,000 words. It’s bittersweet and very nostalgic, the characters are so well-written and both have the energy of the dsmp characters and are so different at the same time. Niki if definitely one of my favourites in this.

Post-Mortal

Completed fic, technically more Wilbur centric than Tommy centric, because Tommy is actually dead throughout the entirety of this (minus a few flashbacks and the disembodied ghost), but the entire plot revolves around Wilbur’s relationship with Tommy, his grief, and learning to live without him.

But Do You Deserve It?

Completed but has an ongoing sequel. This fic is sick. Avian!Tommy and a major focus on Primeboys. The rest of SBI is involved, but there is a dark sbi tag for a reason. I honestly was not expecting that ending.

TommyInnit’s Unbeatable Method Of Avoiding Sudden Death

Completed! Another superhero au. I think we can all agree that his one is legendary? Definitely way more lighthearted, until you reach the end. Major depersonalisation/unreality tws though, even though it starts off as crack and remains crack through the majority of the fic. The end really was heart-wrenching, and I hope the author is doing well.

Passerine

Of course I had to include this. Completed. It’s a classic, if you haven’t read it you’re either incredibly new to the fandom or have been living under a rock. The first time I read this, it took me two days. And on both nights of those days, too, as I was up reading this until like two am because the suspense was so high. A lot of people talk about how much it made them cry and you literally don’t understand why for the entire first two chapters and then everything hits you like a truck. Tubbo, Tommy and Wil’s parts all had me crying because I found them all very relatable. I love Techno in this too!

#dream smp #tommyinnit #c!tommy #dsmp #fic recs #orphic fics

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angelbytz · 3 years ago

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Dream SMP AU pt.2

Dream SMP Miraculous crossover pt.2. Read pt.1 for Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Ranboo, Techno and Philza.

Fundy: He is really tired of getting made fun of. Everyday he gets bullied - in a loving way - and called a furry. And then he, of course, gets the fox miraculous. How ironic. Fundy decides he is not gonna be made fun of as a hero. Fennec Fox with the power of illusion is a sly, devious and mysterious character. He quickly and easily tricks most villains and does so with an air of smugness around him. If it goes the other way around and Fennec gets trapped he usually pouts until saved and gets salty after being rescued. Unfortunately, Fundy is cursed to be seen as a furry - even though every single other hero is also animal themed, there is even a cat, wolf and rabbit hero - and he gets mocked by the heroes - affectionately. He usually gets them back and plays a load of harmless pranks for fun and no other hero has successfully pranked him back. But no matter what he can’t escape his title unlike...

Niki: Everyone loves Niki. Who doesn’t? She is just too sweet and kind to not love. But sometimes people get sick of being nice and want to go apeshit, right? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that she hates being kind, she just wants to let loose and be a bit wild. So when given the axolotl miraculous (mouse) Niki saw this as an opportunity to be a little crazy. Chimera is the cutest hero with adorable feathery gills, pretty pigtails and cool costume but she doesn’t really act typically cutesy. Ba Xuyen may be the most chaotic but Chimera is the most feral. Chimera is an unhinged, demented force of nature who would not hesitate to bust through a wall, a window or a ceiling to stop Hawkmoth. She is pretty destructive but Pipistrelles power fixes everything so why not break shit? And that is Chimera’s motto. She is an unstoppable force that destroys anything in her path. Her personality is quirky, brash and energetic. She’s like a caffeinated axolotl on a sugar rush with a completely empty head and no thoughts. The other heroes know not to get in her way or question her methods with the exception of Jack’s persona (more on him in pt.4). They aren’t scared of her (aside from Maine Coon at times) because she is too bright and cheerful to be scared of, unlike...

Quackity: Lets face it, he knew he could never be a superhero. Quackity is way to recognisible because of his mysterious hair, scar and demeanor. Thankfully, in costume still hides his hair with a beanie but his eye scar and demeanor are still too noticeable. So what did Quackity do? He decided that he cannot act like himself whatsoever. He has to talk like someone else. He has to act like someone else. He has to fight like someone else. He has to be the opposite of himself. And who is the opposite of Quackity? Techno. Yep. These two idiots, completely independent of each other, pretend to be their best friend as their alter ego. Quackity gets the duck miraculous (the horse in canon) and the power to create portals. The hero known as Cayuga (have you figured out I suck at names yet?) is deadpan and threatening but at times messes up and says something only Quackity would say. Cayuga and Ba Xuyen have their own duo and become good friends. When it’s only the two of them they drop the personas and act more like themselves. They might know each others identities and they might not. The two are best friends anyways. Cayuga also has a good relationship with...

Karl: Surprise surprise, he gets the bunny miraculous that allows him to time travel. Not much is known about the hero as he is a lone wolf when it comes to his job and only drags one hero along with him at a time. When with another hero he is fast-talking, impatient and twitchy. He seems like he doesn’t have time for games and goes on many paranoid and anxious rambles. Despite all this, he is very open with the other heroes and encourages them to do the same. He has an air of experience around him and tells stories of his time traveling adventures when not fighting. Even though he loves telling stories, barely anything is known about him. The public aren’t even aware of his existence. The heroes theorised that he might know their identities. All they know is that his name is Harlequin and they mostly go on missions with Cayuga and...

Sapnap: The holder of the panda miraculous (dragon is cool but panda is cute) and the power to transform into water, air or lightning - Its probably a good thing he can’t turn into fire after ‘the incident’. In this AU, Sapnap took martial arts classes to learn self-control after ‘the incident’ and also for self-defense. (The idea for Sapnap knowing martial arts popped into my head and I ran with it.) When given the chance to be a hero Sapnap embraces the composed and temperate part of himself all while showing of his hidden combat skills. So, the hero Qinling a martial arts expert, a calm, disciplined and determined warrior but at times is pretentious and egotistical. He’d probably have a rivalry with one of the other heroes. As a civilian, good friends with...

Badboyhalo and Skeppy: The two keepers of the miraculous box. These two are the ones handing out miraculous’ like candy on Halloween and not always for great reason. Skeppy initially suggested giving the bat and cat miraculous to Wilbur and Tommy because he wanted to see how long they could go without figuring out each other identity and who would find out first. Badboyhalo on the other hand believed that their chemistry would create an unstoppable team. Every hero after that was chosen because Bad believed in them and Skeppy wanted to see them as heroes. They know all their friends’ secret identities and never reveal themselves unless the plot demands it.

Next post will feature:

Dream

George

Schlatt

Jack

Sam

Ponk

#dream smp #dsmp au #miraculous au #dsmp superhero au #dsmp miraculous #fundy #nihachu #quackity #karl jacobs #sapnap #badboyhalo #skeppy

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bludgeon-alt · 3 years ago

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Durian — Post-Prison Arc Syndicate Fic

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The day Techno came back with him, the members of the Syndicate, each to a varying degree, felt their blood run cold.

Niki spoke—rather—screamed first. "You!" she spat, voice a seething hiss. Although her tone was sharp, as she stood, she looked unsure of what to do. She seemed caught between the desire to both draw her weapon upon the menace and simultaneously get as far away from him as she possibly could. Unable to commit to either, she simply stood; tense, caught; eyes wide and frenzied like a deer in headlights.

Ranboo stood nervously behind her, very clearly uncomfortable and fidgeting with palpable unease. Almost entirely ignoring Niki, Dream's eyes were sharply trained upon the timid enderman. She moved further in front of him.

Dream's glare narrowed. "Hi, Niki," he said simply. "You don't seem too happy to see me. We used to be allies. What changed?"

"I did," she said icily. "I stopped being so consumed by my desire to blame somebody I realized my anger was misplaced." Her hands trembled. "You used the grief I felt for your own ends. You—"

"—You made your own decisions, Niki. Just because you didn't like the result doesn't mean you aren't responsible for them." Dream's tone was carefully contrived, almost indifferent—as if how she felt was so unimportant it wasn't even worth considering.

Fury overcame her. "How dare you—"

"How dare I?" Dream suddenly seethed. "You are a hypocrite, Nihachu, so boldly and openly—it makes me sick! You allied yourself with Wilbur, allied yourself with us"—he gestured to himself and Techno—"and now have the audacity to victimize yourself." His tone grew colder. "You've hurt people too, you know."

Niki's expression morphed into an enraged snarl, righteous anger in her eyes as she moved to draw her sword.

Techno hastily stepped between them. "Look, let's uh—I know we're all a bit high-strung right now—Dream, having just busted out of prison, and Niki having... Baggage. But let's not yell about it right now!" He sent a pointed look on either side of his shoulder. "Niki, you represent the Syndicate now. Dream? You don't need to go around making more enemies than you already have!"

"Techno, mate, can I talk to you for a second?" Phil, who had simply been observing in silence from a distance, suddenly came forward and subtly ushered Techno away. "Do you really think this is the best..." He trailed off. "Dream? I was hoping to talk to Techno alone. You don't mind, do you?"

Dream had followed them aside. The admin knew the question was rhetorical and simply a cue for him to mind his own, yet he responded pointedly anyway. "I don't. But I think if I stay over with her"—he motioned at Niki—"I'm inclined to find myself with a sword in the neck. This, obviously, isn't ideal."

Phil grimaced. "Right," he said, looking back at her. "Niki!" he called. "Would you be willing to go inside? I know—please don't give me that look. Just for a little while."

Niki hadn't moved. Then, after a moment of silent ire, she seemed to have acquiesced and began to reluctantly trudge her way through the snow back to the cottage. Ranboo, oddly enough, remained standing where he was.

Phil tilted his head. "Ranboo? Do you not want to go with her?"

Ranboo hesitated. "I—" He looked between Techno and Dream. "N-No. I-I think I'll stay. I don't want him to hurt either of you. Not that I'd be able to do much if he tried, but..." His nails were digging into his hands. "He scares me."

Phil's expression grew worried. "Are you alright?" he quietly asked.

"He doesn't remember me," Dream broke in, tone, inexplicably, almost something regretful. "We used to be really close before Doomsday. He couldn't write that down, of course, considering the circumstances and the company he kept at the time. Unfortunately, after my imprisonment, he forgot all our time together without me there to remind him. It's sad."

Phil looked to Ranboo. "Is that true?"

Ranboo's expression pinched together in confused uncertainty. "I... I'm not..." He trailed off, now grabbing at his head. "I-I don't know. That doesn't sound right but I—"

"—I could get you to remember, if you so like," Dream spoke up. "I was always very good at it."

"I—"

"Phil, if you want to talk to Techno, I wouldn't mind taking some time to catch up with my friend here."

Phil didn't immediately respond. He looked between Dream and Ranboo, once, then twice, then once more. He seemed pensive.

Techno sighed and placed a hand on Phil's shoulder. "We should just let them talk. Worst comes to worst Dream can't get Ranboo to remember. We'll go from there."

Phil sighed. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. This won't be long anyway." He looked pointedly at Dream. "Dream, if you try anything—"

"—Why would I? Ranboo is my friend. I told you that."

"Right."

Techno pulled Phil away. "Stop it. Leave them be. What do you want to say?"

Phil huffed. "I don't trust Dream—don't say anything yet—let me finish. I don't trust him. I regret working with him for Doomsday. Ranboo is very openly—just—nothing short of terrified of the guy, Techno. That's not like him."

"Dream says Ranboo can't remember them being friends."

"You believe him?"

"I spent three months in prison with the man, Phil. He talked about Ranboo enough. Unless he was setting up lying about them being friends months in advance, I'm inclined to say he's telling the truth."

"I just don't have a good feeling," Phil finally admitted, fidgeting with his sleeve. "I'll stick with you whatever you decide, but I can't help but feel like we'll be making a mistake by taking him in. Niki may leave over this."

Techno frowned. He glanced back at Dream and Ranboo. Much to the piglin's surprise, Ranboo's posture seemed to have lost nearly all its tension. His hands which had been tightly curled together were now being used to make animated gestures as he spoke. He looked—dare it be said—at ease? His expression was happy, he even laughed. Observing it, from an outside perspective, you'd think you were looking upon two people who had known each other for as long as could be. Based upon Phil's unnerved expression, Techno knew he saw it too.

"That doesn't mean anything," Phil protested, but just from the tone of his voice, it was apparent his resolve had been shaken by the visible shift in demeanor.

Techno's expression slipped to something self-satisfied, almost smug. He began walking over to the pair. Phil followed behind him after a moment of some reluctance. "Hey, you two! How's catching up going?"

Dream responded first. "Wonderfully!" He was rising up and down on his toes, behaving in a manner that could be almost described as bubbly, of all things. "Ranboo's been helping me catch up on everything I missed while I was away." He turned to the enderman. "Isn't that right?"

Ranboo nodded. "I'm sorry again for not being able to get you out." He sounded genuinely distraught. "I did try, truly. I'll do better next time."

"There won't be a next time," Dream said coldly. His voice sharp, tinged with an undeniable promise of violence.

Phil felt his stomach drop.

Techno laughed. "Not if we have anything to say about it, right?" he quipped, elbowing Dream. "We'll leave nothing left of that prison."

Dream hummed. "The prison. Right." He suddenly bounced back to a lighthearted inflection. "You've adopted a lot of former L'manburgians into your—ah—organization?"

"Syndicate."

"Right."

"There's lots of ex-L'manburgians to adopt. We did blow up their country after all."

Dream laughed. "That's true, that's true..."

Phil stood back from the rest of the conversation. He stared at Dream out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. Although Ranboo appeared to have remembered his friendship with Dream, despite that, the persistent thought of what happened to make him so terrified in the first place simply wouldn't leave his mind. It didn't sit right.

Dream looked at Phil, giving him a small wave.

It didn't sit right at all.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dreamsmp fanfic #techno mcyt #technoblade #ranboo #nihachu #philza #dream mcyt #my writing #I am going to sleep now goodnight!#If there are any questions about the fanfic or any lore theories feel free to shoot me an ask!

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theyre-just-blocks · 4 years ago

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QUACKITY LORE STREAM:

I have never been that excited for a lore stream and man, did it deliver. Quackity never fails with these lore streams and this one was probably my favorite one so far.

My thoughts (and spoilers) under the cut!

First off, a HUGE thank you to Quackity for pulling this off. You can tell he spends a lot of time working on these streams so that they go well, and I'm very grateful for that. Not only that though, but he's giving us Slimecicile and Purpled lore as well as Foolish backstory.

The cut scenes, as always, were so cinematic and just,, crazy to think that this is fucking Minecraft. Like you have these sick ass scene shots and it's a fucking block game. I love that so much.

I also loved this stream because Sam was in it but yet there was no actual Sam angst. He was just there for conversations with Quackity and I enjoyed that because I love their dynamic.

Their conversation in the restaurant was so nice and funny (at first). It was like the Sam and Quackity content I was asking for and I finally got it. I'm totally not biased or anything,, totally-

God that jab/joke about hiring Quackity's ex fiances and George just,, oh man. I was waiting for a jab back from Quackity about Ponk but then I realized that Ponk and Sam are probably the only ones who know about what happened (other than Niki and Foolish, sorta). Any time someone mentioned Kinoko Kingdom I just went, "Oof.."

FOOLISH BACKSTORY!! I saw heist and I got so excited because I love heists and it just made me so happy. Connections back to the Town that Went Mad perhaps?? Maybe??

Also Sam not wanting to recruit Foolish bit was great because it could be three different things. One, he actually doesn't trust him because he saw what he could do that one time with the Eggpire and the lighting. Two, he knows what they're doing is dangerous and he wants to protect him. Or three, he just doesn't want him around because he's jealous since Ponk left him.

SLIMECICILE!!! When I first saw the teaser post and Charlie's reply I was so happy. Charlie Slimecicle is fucking awesome and him being a part of the lore (as like canonically an evolved mob) is so fucking cool to me and I can't wait to see more of him.

Also Quackity with the Electra made my winged!Quackity loving self just grin so fucking wide,, but what the FUCK was he doing with that TNT?? Like,, what was the point??

PURPLED!! We finally get to see him have some lore and I'm just really happy about it. He did a great job and I can't wait to see what's planned with his character. Although now all 4 minors have been manipulated- oh well-

FUNDY!!! I was very happy to see Fundy as well but oh my god that entire sequence just gave me chills. The entire time in Fundy's POV I was waiting for some kind of jumpscare or something. Everything was a little too calm for my liking and it freaked me out. Then the end?? Oh my god, the end was so good.

That being said, the production! Something that made me weirdly happy was the use of the mics. So like when Quackity and Sam were talking together while on Purpled's UFO, Sam's voice sounded like it was coming out of a walkie-talkie. Or when Quackity went into the decaying tower and his voice echoed. That was so fucking cool and a nice little addiction to the immersive experience and I loved it a lot.

BUT OH MY GOD C!QUACKITY. I don't know if I'm an apologist but oh man, do I love his character. An enthusiast for sure, but an apologist? I'm not too sure.

The whole "You'll never amount to anything so might as well join me?" tactic??? Man, projecting much?? /j /lh

c!Quackity is such an interesting character and I'm so invested into his lore,, like ever since the whole Butcher Army thing, his character has just been my favorite.

FINALLY SEEING LAS NEVADAS!! Man, I've been waiting for fucking months to see this place and oooh boy! Granted it's not finished and we didn't see the insides of the casino, what they have so far just looks fucking amazing.

The music!! The music was so good and I was just having so much fun with this stream. I had the biggest fucking smile like the entire time, I was flapping my hands and arms, I was just so fucking happy.

Prison/Las Nevadas Arcs my beloveds. They're so fucking great.

I probably have more thoughts that aren't coming to mind, but just know that this was such a banger stream

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp spoilers #dream smp spoilers #quackity #c!quackity #awesamdude #foolish gamers #purpled #fundy #slimecicle #DAP ME UP #i'm sorry i love slimecicle so much #including him in the lore has been the best idea any mf on this smp has had thus far

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