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palajae · 2 years 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?

a/n ▸ sorry for being mia but here's the next part <33 let the drama begin hehe

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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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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 · 4 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 · 4 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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crystalirises · 4 years ago

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Tumblr back at it again with deleting my posts ;-;

So yeah.... reupload of that Parent!Eret and Fundy fic.

They ran a hand through their messy brown hair, the sun beating down at them from above as they settled against the smooth surface of a marble column. Their bones ached with fatigue.

Eret watched as the clouds rolled by in the sky, a calm afternoon breeze sweeping through the newly built land of New L’Manburg. It had been over a month since Dream had dethroned and casted them from their castle, tossed to the agitated wolves that comprised Pogtopia’s army. They could still feel the harsh glares that everyone had burned into Eret’s skin, the distrust in their gazes.

They pulled the flimsy brown cloak tighter around their shoulders, a piece of old clothing that Niki had cheerfully given to them the moment they had expressed their desire to move into New L’Manburg. Niki felt like their only ally in a country that detested their very existence. Not that they could blame everyone… not after what they did. The nightmares still plagued his mind, the horror in their companions’ eyes as it dawned upon them what Eret had done. There were nights where they would stare at the ceiling, Eret’s pure white eyes the only light source in a desolate room that felt too suffocating despite its spacious quarters. There wasn’t a day that went by where their heart didn’t ache with regret. Would they be here now if they had refused Dream’s offer in the beginning? Was all of this Eret’s fault? It felt like it was… Wilbur would be alive if they―

“Eret!”

They glanced up, freezing before a familiar pair of fox ears caught their eye. A soft smile formed on their lips as Fundy sat down beside them, a wide grin on his face as he fiddled with something in his hands. Eret had no doubt that Fundy had just gotten back from scamming some poor unknowing soul. Fundy’s gold-flecked brown eyes glanced at the large unfinished structure behind them, his brows furrowing as his ears twitched at the top of his head. Eret pursed their lips, wondering how Fundy would react to the building’s true purpose. They had thought it best if they had tried to create a museum in honor of… the first L’Manburg. It felt ironic… but someone had to do it. No matter how much it stung to go through memories of the past. It had to be done.

“Gold for the king.” Fundy’s voice broke through their thoughts, casting away the haze that had plagued him for days. There was a cheerful smile on Fundy’s face, his hands holding what seemed to be a stack of gold. Eret blinked at the offering, their mouth agape with confusion as they finally looked into the fox hybrid’s eyes. Fundy’s tail was curled around his waist, his ears twitching as he waited for Eret’s reply. Eret hadn’t the faintest clue on what to say. Their last conversation was years ago, during that strange time where Fundy decided to decorate their castle with faux flamingoes. Eret missed those flamingoes. “They’re not stolen, Eret. You gotta trust me on that.”

“I trust you, Fundy.” Eret’s hand hovered above the gold, guilt striking their heart at the momentary thought of this being a scam. Fundy bit his bottom lip, not missing the way they hesitated before taking the gold into his hold. Eret carefully tucked the gift away into their inventory, a small smile on their face. “I do believe you, Fundy. You have to understand my hesitation, I’m not quite on anyone’s friend list regardless of my ‘change of heart’ during the final war. What is this gold for?”

“I don’t have any use for them…” Eret knew a lie when they heard one, they know what it was like to lie. Fundy’s gaze shifted to the side, his fingers twitching before they finally settled into picking at his sleeve. Eret reached out a hand, gently moving Fundy’s hand away from his jacket’s sleeve. They didn’t want Fundy to tear into the cloth. “And… I heard about the dethroning thing.”

“You just found out now?” Eret raised a brow at that. They assumed everyone knew by now, Dream didn’t exactly keep George’s coronation a private affair. “I’m not a king. I never was.”

“I refuse to call George a king.”

“Well, he’s the new king. There is nothing to be done about that.” They pressed their fingers at the bridge of their shades, pushing up as it had begun to slip. “And how are you, Fundy?”

Eret turned to Fundy, their piercing gaze causing the fox hybrid to shift in place. They didn’t miss the way Fundy’s shoulders shook, the poorly concealed dark circles beneath his eyes. Though Fundy kept a smile on his face, their was a pain in his eyes that made Eret’s heart pang with a familiar regret. Everyone had lost something during the war, but Fundy most of all. He had lost his father, his home, his birthright, and now… Eret knew Fundy didn’t know what to do with himself. They were both foreigners in a land that regarded them with distaste and with mockery. They were the outcasts, the forgotten, and the traitors. No one wanted either of them.

“I’ve been… busy. Did you know it takes an entire week to fill in a crater? Well… half a crater. Tubbo made the presidential decision to build on top of the corpse of the old L’Manburg. It’s been great. It’s been great.” Eret watched as Fundy’s tail bristled at his own words, his shoulders hunching up as he kicked at a loose pebble on the ground. They hadn’t offered their services in the rebuilding of L’Manburg, not that Tommy would have allowed them to help. Fundy sat down, pulling his knees closer to his chest as he buried his head in his arms. Eret crouched down beside him. “Oh… and Wilbur’s back. Ghostbur… You know Ghostbur, right? He doesn’t remember much. He doesn’t remember what I did… what he did… and I think… he barely remembers me…”

There’s a wobble in Fundy’s voice, a strained sob that seemed to have been forced down. Eret placed a hand on his back, small tremors racing up and down Fundy’s spine. They could hear the soft sniffles, muffled but clearly there. Eret wondered when was the last time Fundy allowed himself to cry. They felt sick… who taught Fundy to cry so quietly? Eret took a deep breathe, hoping that they wouldn’t find claws digging into their skin in just a few seconds. They pulled Fundy into a hug, the fox hybrid stilling in their hold before finally melting into the touch. Fundy’s arms wrapped around their neck, his head leaning against Eret’s chest. Eret pulled him closer.

“It’s okay, Fundy. You’re allowed to mourn. It’s just the two of us right now… and you know I would never judge you.” Fundy was violently shaking in his hold, a cold chill spreading across Eret’s shirt as Fundy began to cry. Eret placed a hand on the top of Fundy’s head, caressing his still ash-covered hair. It had been a month and yet the residue of war still haunted Fundy, both physically and mentally. Eret closed their eyes, basking in the silence of the afternoon. They rarely got visitors to the museum, and even if someone were to stumble upon them, Eret would make they didn’t see Fundy. Fundy never did like to cry in front of people. Their heart broke as Fundy let out a soft whimper. Maybe… maybe if they hadn’t betrayed L’Manburg during the first war, Fundy would still have a dad. Fundy wouldn’t be an orphan. A scared and unwanted orphan.

“Thank you.” Fundy moved away, wiping at the tears in his eyes. Eret gave him a soft smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. Fundy sniffed, holding onto their hand as if it was a lifeline. It was times like these where they were reminded that Fundy was just a kid… now he was an orphan. The thought terrified them. Fundy may be Techno’s nephew but everyone knew Techno wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if given the chance. Eret couldn’t let that happen. Not to Fundy. “Shit. Sorry. I can… uh… pay you more gold for the shirt. Fuck. You shouldn’t have seen me like this.”

“We’ve known each other for years, Fundy. I remember when you were but a kit… you were a lot shorter then. You were terrified of me at the start, commenting on my… odd eyes. It took a while but you eventually warmed up to me. You rarely cried as a kid, but when you did you always ran to me. Years have passed… but one thing remains unchanged. No matter what happened – no matter what may happen – I am still your confidante. You need not be wary to come to me in your time of need.” A smile found its way to Fundy’s lips, a momentary joy that didn’t sit right with Eret. The tearstains remained on Fundy’s cheeks, a reminder that not all was quite well. Fundy… Fundy needed someone. Someone who could protect him. Someone who could bring back the life into those dull brown eyes. Fundy needed a parent. Eret didn’t know if they were the right person, but Fundy needed someone who cared. “Hey… You’re an orphan now―”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Eret. No need to rub it in―”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that, Fundy. I would never― It’s just…”

They glanced over at him. Fundy’s ears were pressed against the top of his head, his eyes narrowing into thin slits as he bared his teeth. Eret wished he hadn’t begun in the way they did.

“You need a dad.” Fundy paused at that, glancing up at them in shocked silence. Eret fiddled with the bottom of their shirt, the proposal hanging in the air between them. They didn’t know if they would be enough – didn’t know if Fundy even wanted them – but Fundy needed to be safe. He needed someone who would think of him first – someone who would choose Fundy before anything. Someone who would show him that he mattered. Fundy bit his bottom lip, eyes casted low to the ground… but he moved a bit closer to Eret. After a few seconds, Fundy looked up once more, a cautious look in his gaze as he waited for Eret to say what they wanted. “You need someone who could care for you. Someone who would make you feel wanted. I may not be the best option, Fundy. Anyone else might be better suited for such a task. But if you will have me… then I would like to take you in. What I’m saying is… I want to adopt you, Fundy.”

The silence made their heart burn with ache. Of course, Fundy wouldn’t want them. Why would he? “I know you want someone else, anyone else. I know you probably have some semblance of hate for me. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry, Fundy. I-I-I’ll be leaving―”

Eret felt a hand grab at the collar of their shirt, yelping as they were pulled into an embrace. They held their breath. Fundy burrowed his head into the crook of their neck, his shoulders shaking as another bout of tears escaped the fox hybrid’s eyes. Eret returned the embrace, holding him closer to himself as if that would be enough to block him from the cruel world they lived in. Right now… all that mattered was the two of them.

“All I ever needed… was someone who wanted me more than I loved myself.”

They swore right then and there that they would be the best parent Fundy would ever have. Eret placed a hand on the back of Fundy’s head, holding him closer. They would be okay… Eret would make sure of it.

“I’ll try for you, Fundy. I promise… I’ll be here for you for as long as you need me.”

~~~

“Come onnnnnnnnn.” They chucked as Fundy pulled at the sleeve of their shirt, forcing Eret quicken their pace on the creaky wooden pier. The sun was setting in the distance, casting the lake in an ethereal glow of molten gold. Fundy had begged them to take him on a fishing trip – claiming to know the perfect spot to do so – and as Eret looked over at the serene waters, they were glad Fundy had suggested the idea. Fundy’s eyes held a spark, an excited gleam that Eret wished would never disappear. As they reached the end of the path, Fundy handed them a fishing rod. Eret didn’t know much about fishing, but it was worth seeing Fundy so giddy… almost child-like as he sat down near the edge, his legs dangling over the water. “Are you going to keep standing there?”

Eret blinked, casting a look towards the fox hybrid before taking a seat next to him. A soft wind blew past them, small waves fluttering through the water’s surface. They ran a hand through their hair, nearly knocking off the flower crown that Fundy had made for them earlier on in the day.

It was a cold afternoon, one that sent goosebumps down Eret’s skin as they looked up into the dying sky. A beautiful hue of pink, orange, and purple painted the sky with their radiance as fading gray clouds moved towards the distance. They looked back down at the lake. Its edges crowned by a massive display of pink flowers. Eret wondered who could have possibly had the time to plant them. Niki did say she was building a flower shop with Puffy… and a flower shop certainly needed flowers. Eret was brought out of their musings by a hand on their shoulder. They looked over at Fundy, a nervous glint in his eyes as he looked down at the unused fishing rod in his hands. Eret raised a brow at him, turning to cast their own hook into the water. They watched as the bobber floated up and down on the water’s surface, they waited for a few seconds, but Fundy didn’t follow after them. They threw a look towards the person in question, “Fundy? What’s wrong?”

“I um…” They watched as Fundy fiddled with the rod, his fingers biting into the wood as he looked out into the lake. His ears were pressed against his head as his shoulders hunched up. It only took Eret a second to realize what was wrong. They quickly moved closer to Fundy, pulling back their own fishing rod as they placed it on the space behind them. They clasped their hands over Fundy’s, a gentle hold that made Fundy’s tail wag a bit. Fundy chuckled, embarrassed that he couldn’t exactly hide the way he felt. “Wilbur used to promise me, when I was younger, that he would teach me how to fish. The wars and the election kinda pushed that back on his busy schedule, ya know?”

“I know. Wilbur… he was a busy man. I’m sure he planned to teach you… once the wars were over.” They both winced at that bittersweet lie. Wilbur didn’t plan anything after the war. He knew exactly what needed to be done and he didn’t once spare a thought for the people he’d leave behind. Eret shook their head at the thought, pushing down the horrible feel of loathing that threatened to form in their chest. Wilbur was a good father, he was just a revolutionary first. Eret turned back to the task at hand, helping Fundy hold the fishing rod in a proper manner before getting their own. Fundy’s gaze never strayed, watching as Eret held the fishing rod in the same way Fundy was holding it. “I didn’t fish as mush as Wilbur, but I could teach you the basics. If you want me to.”

Eret laughed as Fundy nodded his head, his flower crown nearly falling off. Eret had promised themselves to work on the museum, but when Fundy strolled in – a myriad of flowers in his arms – Eret knew their productive day was as good as gone. They didn’t mind, not when Fundy looked so happy… so carefree, as if the burdens of the past had vanished. Somedays… it seemed like everyone forgot that Fundy was just a kid. Fundy may look and act like a teen, but how could a child ever move past the trauma of battle? Everyone had grown up so fast. They all needed a break, a momentary peace where they could just unwind. They would give Fundy a chance at childhood, one that the hands of war took from him. Eret chuckled beneath his breath, Fundy tilting his head as if he wanted to know what Eret found to be so funny. Eret shook his head, giving the fox hybrid a reassuring smile. “I hope you’re a quick learner. Sun’s about to set, want to speedrun this?”

“Spee― pfft. I bet I could catch more fish than you.” Fundy flicked out a tongue at them, laughing despite himself. Eret rolled his eyes at the fox hybrid’s challenge. He couldn’t even fish and he expected to beat Eret? Oh, it was definitely on. Eret shook their head before turning to direct Fundy on how to use the fishing rod. It took a few tries, but Fundy eventually got the hang of it. Eret knew he could do it. Fundy was smart… but there was no way he was beating Eret at fishing.

The sun had disappeared into the sky before Fundy finally caught his first fish. Fundy looked up at it with awe, letting out small noise of surprise. Eret nearly laughed at Fundy practically pushed it into their face in his haste to show it to them.

“ERET! I CAUGHT ONE!”

“You sure did.” Eret smiled, placing a hand on Fundy’s head.

“Are you… are you proud of me?”

“I’m always proud of you, Fundy. I always will be, no matter what.”

~~~

Fundy pulled the brown cloak closer around his shoulders, shivering in the cool night air. The full moon casted a silver glow upon the water’s surface, a white abyss that looked tempting to fall into.

There was a heavy scent in the air, a bitter taste that sent a horrible chill down his spine. He focused on the pink flowers that dotted the lake’s edge, hoping the color would force his thoughts to calm down. It was a silent night in New L’Manburg, the lanterns casting the streets in dim golden rays. Fundy was glad for their presence. They gave him some semblance of comfort and warmth.

The day had been fun. He scammed a few people here and there and spent his entire afternoon with Eret. A smile found its way to his lips at the thought of his soon-to-be parent. It had been a week since Eret had asked him if he wanted to be adopted, and somehow, his world had looked a little brighter ever since that day. Eret looked at him as if he mattered… as if he was wanted. He didn’t know how to feel about that. His heart ached and crumbled at the dark thoughts that plagued his mind. Surely… surely this was a ploy? A trick? Eret wouldn’t want someone like him, right?

He began to pull at the tips of his hair, forcing down the sobs that threatened to slip past his lips. Eret couldn’t possibly be doing this because they cared. No one cared about him. He was a nobody, an orphan of a country long since dead. Who would willingly ever choose him? He wrapped his arms around himself, closing his eyes as tears pricked at the edges. Eret was doing this out of pity… out of some high moral obligation. There was no way… There was no way someone actually wanted him. Who would want him? The child forgotten by his own father and nation? This had to be some sort of cruel prank that would leave him broken by the end. Eret didn’t care. Eret shouldn’t care. His fingers gripped his forearms in a bruising grip as those horrible thoughts ran through his head. Eret didn’t want him. Eret couldn’t possibly want him. Eret would never―

He felt a heavy cloak being draped over his shoulders, a warm hand settling on top of his head. His eyes abruptly snapped open, a familiar pair of shades appearing within his vision. “E-Eret?”

“You shouldn’t be out here, Fundy. I don’t want you getting sick.” Eret made quick work of tying the cloak around Fundy, giving him a soft smile as they looked over at the lake. Fundy felt that strange pang in his heart. Eret sounded so sincere… but Fundy just couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Although he tried to hide it, Eret noticed the tears in his eyes. Fundy felt a hand on his cheek, a thumb wiping at the stray tears that had escaped him. Dre, he was pathetic. He leaned into the welcoming touch, wanting to pretend that Eret actually cared for him. “What’s wrong, Fundy?”

“I know you don’t care about me, Eret.”

“What?!” He felt Eret hold him closer, their other hand on his shoulder as if to keep them both steady. Fundy bit the inside of his cheek, wishing that Eret would stop pretending. It was worse that way. Best to rip the band-aid off as quickly as possible. “Fundy, what are you talking about?!”

“You can stop.” Fundy wished he could push them away, wished he was anywhere else but there. “I know you couldn’t possibly care about me. No one cares about me, Eret. I don’t expect you to. So, please stop pretending you do. Everyone leaves me eventually. I know you don’t care―”

He was pulled into a tight yet gentle embrace. Eret’s chin resting on his head.

“Don’t tell yourself those horrible things. I care a lot about you.” Fundy gripped the back of Eret’s shirt, sniffling as Eret rubbed a comforting hand down his back. “I wouldn’t have offered to adopt you if I didn’t. I care… a lot of people care. Fundy… do you really think no one cares about you?”

“They shouldn’t. Don’t you see, Eret? Anyone who’s ever loved me died…” Fundy couldn’t help but think of Wilbur… of Schlatt… of his late mother… Eret shouldn’t care. “I’m cursed, Eret. You’ll leave too… or you’ll die. I don’t want you to die, Eret. I don’t know if I could take it…”

“I suppose I’ll just have to make sure I don’t die then.”

Fundy rubbed at his eyes, tilting his head up to glance into Eret’s eyes… well, shades. Eret had a smile on their face, a reassuring gesture that made Fundy want to cry. “You can’t promise me that, Eret. You can’t promise me that.”

“But I will. You’re my son, Fundy.” He froze at the title. He hadn’t been called that in so long… at least not in a positive way. “I can’t promise you the world, but I can promise you that I care.”

“Heh… I guess you do care…” Fundy sniffled, feeling a smile on his lips as Eret finally let him go. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“We all have our doubts, Fundy. You need not apologize.”

“Yeah…” Fundy held onto Eret’s arm, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline. Eret didn’t make a move to escape his grasp, they only seemed to pull him closer to their side. Fundy laughed despite himself and the ache in his heart. Maybe he was wanted… “Can we go home now, ren?”

Eret smiled, “Of course, son.”

They walked away from the pier, the night wind billowing through their hair. Fundy closed his eyes, content to spend their walk back in comfortable silence.

He was glad to leave… the bitter smell of the foxgloves near the lake had begun to make him sick.

Yet… their poisonous scent lingered in the air.

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So yeah...

This is connected to my previous one-shots titled ‘Clouds V.2.’ and ‘Foxgloves’...

I TRIED TO WRITE A WHOLESOME FIC BUT I DON’T HAVE A SINGLE WHOLESOME BONE IN MY BODY, OKAY?!

But yeah... hope you guys like this :DDD

#fundy #eret #mcyt #wholesome with a lot of angst #because i write angst not wholesome fics dammit #no i refuse to make a better title #i wrote 4k words you think i'm gonna do the title too? no

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amjustagirl · 3 years ago

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Oh hello, Niki! I am doing okay (Sick anon that you wanted an update on) Just not fully healed yet, miniature coughs here and there, not too much of a bother! I am enjoying the Kuroo excerpts that you have been posting. Don't get too insecure that you delete the fic, I wanna read it!

i'm glad! oh my lord you scared me, pls rest well, and eat your meds! drink loads of honey lemon water (warm, no cold drinks - omg i sound like my ma) and i don't know which part of the world you're at, but if you ever have access to peipakoa (this yummy sweet cough syrup that's really not medicinal at all) i'd rec it HAHA.

omg I'M DAMN INSECURE ABT IT like half the time i'm like who the fuck wants to read this shit but then i gotta be firm with myself and just....publish it anyway HAHA.

#Nikki chats!#emmanari<3

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ranvwoop · 4 years ago

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TALK ABOUT AMERICAN HEALTHCARE I HAVE AN IDEA OF WHY IT'S THERE BUT I WANNA HEAR THE EXPLANATION ALSO THE ONLY HOUSE THAT"S NOT ON FIRE (YET) FOR THE SAME REASON I JUST WANNA SEE THE ANALYSIS:TM: IF U WANT I WANNA SEE IF I GOT IT RIGHT :D

Hi :DDD. Thank u for asking,,,, I have many thoughts. I am sorry in advance. This is one of those things I will put under a readmore because I am into rambling. IT GOT A LOT LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED IM SORRY. Like. a lot. It was 4 pages in google docs because i dont trust tumblr to save my drafts

Okay a lot of my Ranboo thoughts are about the syndicate / boreal trio / peerpressure duo. But you’re probably aware I am a Them enthusiast first and both a dsmp enjoyer and person second. Because. I really like the syndicate. I also don’t have too too many thoughts on the more recent lore past the experiments. Once the in character monologues stopped, so did my brain. I communicate through monologue to monologue communication.

American Healthcare is actually gonna be the main reason why this is so long bc it works Very Much for like three different reasons. One sorta niche and abstracter reason is a stream that was basically never elaborated on back in March, either the day after or very close to the peerpressure Egg confrontation stream. The egg called him a coward (for some reason my brain can Only come up with the “stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and a coward, and i am NOT a coward” vine), and he is not a coward, so he decided to make an action plan to bring the server together by acting as a mediator for all parties and try to make sure that everyone is happy, because he’s the only one that can see all sides, or something. This was where he said the big happy family™ line but other than Ranboo Become Dream?? analysis nothing else really happened and everything went along as normal.

(I also always held a little bit of suspicion on this stream actually and thought it might be the influence of the egg, because it says it can give one whatever they want, and ranboo wants to make everyone happy and this was a totally foolproof way of doing that. Sort of in a similar way that BBH is convinced that his plan will totally make Skeppy happy. But also Ranboo is just like that, but this felt a little more on the nose than usual and he did fall into the egg and made his decisions after being egged on by it, buT WE’LL NEVER KNOW, WILL WE?

… also I really wanted to see more egg conflict at the time. Peerpressure rlly got involved in the egg plot for cameos at the banquet and nothing else. I do not blame anyone and respect the ccs for all of their attempts to weave plots together but also. also…. we.. we coulda had so much…)

That was a little off topic from the point, but… he really just thinks he can save the sick… he can see that everyone on the server is unwell and is wrong but, y’know, look inwardly, the unwell is coming from inside the house. And an inherent problem of the way that the server runs. And if this is still lowkey in effect or not (idk man a) ranboo has monologued a lot I simply chose a one off from march to grow emotionally attached to and b) i think that my brain has shut off once ranboo stopped solo lore streams), it would probably go the way that most choosing to change the system from the inside goes. Which is the point of the song and stuff! He will inevitably decide what’s too far, whether he will either admit it’s a choice or just feel that it’s what he has to do. The, uh, dealing with the devil, to be polite.

in conclusion (but we are not close to done here i’m holding you for a bit longer), i think a lot about that stream and i think that shows what he wants to be, at the very least, and continuing down that path would definitely go into being far more trouble than just a noble goal of wanting to help people, from negotiating with corruption (The lobbyists, the Congressmen and lies bit) and that the server can’t really be brought together and saved like that (When things are more and more this way / Sometimes it's like they'd rather die)

THE LESS. vwoop why have you written an unnecessarily long post about one stream in your playlist character analysis reason is both more literal and piece by piece and also Syndicate, My Beloved, you know the drill. We are going line by line because I have a lot of feelings about American Healthcare, apparently.

This also comes back to that everyone on the server is doing Really Badly, all of the time, but mostly his time in L’Manburg. For one, he is pretty complacent in everything and doesn’t really accomplish much in terms of actual change, so like Well people die every day / I wouldn't have it any other way / I just think they should feel good while they are alive. An example of this is Exiled Tommy — who I’d also metaphorically put as the dead man just for funsies, since Tommy’s whole exile thing was one of the first things Ranboo experienced on the server—as he did try to be friends with Tommy and keep him company with his letters, but he still has no power over the actual issue at hand. Just trying to make it a bit more bearable. Similarly is Techno, while Ranboo still participated in the butcher army that was trying to kill him, he helped in the meantime until he “died”.

And then it’s the Realization that participating in the system doesn’t really help much, and the subsequent Everything. It could be getting mad at the whole government system and that he didn’t mean to contribute to the harm, or how he fought with Fundy using hs ideology but not in the way that Ranboo thought. It could also be standing up to his hallucination Dream, in that he doesn’t try this hard to be a good person just to be accused of helping with all of the things that he may or may not have helped with. (That is… a discussion for not right now, I don’t know.) And I think this sort of area is also where it’s like they’d rather die is also relevant, cause Doomsday. Nobody could just set aside their governments and just get along, though Ranboo had his own solution to fighting and things.

And then he joins the Syndicate! And the lyrics of the song are directly Government Bad, because government bad. Canon anarchist, has done things that he’s not proud of as a part of the government. The lines it was the government / … It got louder over the years / Until all that I could hear was flies and all.

But honestly I think in the Syndicate he’s still trying to “save the sick”! Because the Syndicate don’t All fit eye to eye either. He’s the token pacifist, and a vote against violence whenever it comes down to it. Not all anarchists are violent but Techno and Phil will probably react strongly when provoked, due to All the past events, and I live in a world where their trauma and issues get talked about as much as everyone else’s. Since everything is decided by vote it’d probably be split between them and Ranboo + Niki, who is in her healing/no longer resorting to murder arc. He’ll help them negotiate and then everything will Be Okay, ideally.

(Also I just like the idea of Ranboo believing that he is helping the people he’s living with because canonically cc!Ranboo has said he just really cares about his family and the syndicate are included in his family shut up but they also just believe they’re helping him and yes it’s self indulgent. I care them. Particularly Endduo, actually, or whatever they're called, I am not bold enough to think Ranboo looks at Techno and thinks I Can Fix Him, but. Philza Minecraft will one day talk about his feelings. One day.)

There’s also radioduo and beeduo as of recent— really I’m just saying I think that Ranboo constantly has a Need To Help People, believes he can do it, and it will come back to hurt him in the end (except for the Syndicate because I’m in denial. The Syndicate can’t fall out if they never stream together :) ).

THIS CONCLUDES THE AMERICAN HEALTHCARE PORTION OF OUR SHOW.

The Only House That’s Not on Fire Yet !! I like this one. This is also blatantly there cause Syndicate. They are the only faction that is not actively falling apart, and this could absolutely be because they never stream together. But I do not care. However we are also going to go through this one piece by piece because we’re nearing 1500 words here and I might as well embarrass myself more. I am writing an incredibly informal essay about Ranboo My _Beloved (i assume his middle name is My, and he’s just one of those people who write his full full name) and this is the third page. If you’re still reading this, I’m sorry. Here we go.

There are lines that just seem like an unwell but recovering person, and I like to sort of think that way about Ranboo in the arctic during the down time. “I feel knotted up today / But in a most exquisite way” and “I feel strangely regular / But honestly I prefer it to / The usual bizarre” are just! He’s just hanging out. He’s doing good. There is the acknowledgement that he’s usually not doing well, and all of the episodes that he’s had in the past, and it’s probably strange to be doing well in the midst of everything, and there’s probably something impending, but now? He’s doing good!

The verses directly after both of those ones are about uncertainty and trust and such, and I feel like that’s not necessarily about just One relationship but all of them. Will cause problems as long as he has an accomplice. He is not confident but he trusts and loves people.

“This suit doesn’t fit me / I made it conterfeitly” I just like to think about Ranboo in his fancy suit, but it’s just a little wrong because he actually has no idea what he’s doing. I also like to think about Ranboo in a cape to fit in with boreal trio and later the syndicate, and emerald duo had matchy blue outfits from the Antarctic Empire… and trying to fit in with them…. or maybe They make him something.. You know. Much to think about.

“Killing me with déjà vu” I think is like. A little less fun, because despite how well things are going, the enderwalk is still not resolved and he had even less answers when I started thinking “this is a ranboo song”. Just as it relates to having a strange sense of reality and stuff, which goes into specifics of enderwalk headcanons, which would make this far longer. Even though I’ve framed it as a negative, there is also the more positive note of “Oh! I just thought of how to change all the hate / Into love with the old switcheroo / Dancing in my déjà vu / You'll be dancing too” which I’d rather explain broken up but I feel like as it’s a full verse it should be together. The first part is connected to my general thoughts of him explained earlier tbh, he’s trying Very Hard to make everyone happy and fix things. And adding the second part to it is just like! He is trying to make sense of everything, and it’s not so scary as time goes by. Since the experiments where he’s been (questionably) trying to be more comfortable and get more answers.

This was very long. I am sorry. I am ending it here and probably not going to do much formatting to make it readable because it is very late o’clock and also this is four pages and 2000 words I am so sorry. But if you read this far then. Uhhh thank. ^v^.

#asks #vwoop.noises #☆graphite☆#Reader. graphite in particular. i am so sorry.#this is. kind of just embarassing actually #if you notice a tone switch at the end its cause i got tired and didnt want to finish this in the morning #and look at my past sins #2k words of analyzing r*nboo in the direction of some internet songs. not. the thing you want to think hard abot that when you wake up #ok i fell asleep looking at the post page. 10/10 #but uh otherwise thank u for asking (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

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