#just looking at some lines again from cc n

[imageingrunge]

A needlessly thorough review of DATV so I can move on with my life:

WHAT I LIKED:

The story pacing flows better without all that open world slog from DAI I am not bombarded by 50 side quests that have no baring on anything other than rp flavor

The game is pretty, CC is nice

They gave you far more opportunities to flesh out your Rook's background than in DAI and da2 but it's not as fun has having a mini origin story from DAO

no fall damage and if u run out of a combat zone ur companions follow u too

Hossberg wetlands really remind me of dragon age awakenings and I like the way the blight looks there, it gave me a nice nostalgic feeling for the older games

WHAT I DID NOT LIKE (IN DETAIL)

Voice Acting & Dialogue

It is really hard to be invested in a game that feels the need to recap everything you just experienced from 5 minutes ago, (verging on insulting my intelligence) and the silliest part is while i do hate this I got so checked out after act 2 I needed the recap 

A lot of the dialogue and banter is just empty small talk and meaningless pleasantries that sucked the life out of me, had me longing for the days of hearing Ohgren's beer belches reverberate off the walls in the deep roads:

 Voice acting is really consistent, I hated it when you never knew how your inquisitor would sound in DAI sometimes too serious for a funny comment or like yelling at Cassandra and cullen over nothing - Rook is more consistent but it comes at a loss of personality every line is uttered in the same annoying tone that had me being like damn can he stfu already (da2 was ideal voice acting for me if they cant deliver that again just go back to a voiceless protagonist)

Me whenever my rook opened his mouth: i was getting violent on that skip button

The dialogue between rook and their companions holds it back from being enjoyable at all really- here's some examples:

Emmerich's personal quest in act 2: "I want to do this immortality rite it's a very high honor in my order but rook I might die in the process permanently, I am an orphan and afraid of dying" Rook: "You could die?!?! That's awful". In Origins you can have a conversation with Wynn about her inevitable death and respond in a manner similar to rook and Wynn teases you by saying "well i'm not going to live for ever dear" it made me smile and sad about not being able to really help her. Did not feel that way Emmerich though, Im so uninterested in him as a character my response and feelings are "old people die all the time" and then 'wait why the fuck haven't you done this immortality ritual yet instead dragging me over here to collect some flowers"

Companions & Romance

the flirt options aren't all that flirty, its just rook being nice, all the romance content seems behind a 'romance locked in' moment (that comes in so late in the game u already forgot who u were even flirting with at times) so you can't hop ur way from one bed to another before deciding on 'the forever one' (remember when I could ride the iron bull then break up and be with Cullen- I don't think that’s an option here)

The companions are all pretty forgettable, I did everyone's personal quest (with the exception of Taash tried to kill a dragon for them n failed so bad i just moved on) and forgot there was even an approval system with them or that I was supposed to pick choices for them. It felt like i was on a train going in one direction where it did not matter what I said or did to them they would be fine. It’s like I've lost and gained nothing by doing these quests. The deepest thing I learned about Emmerich is that he is a 50 yr old orphan scared of dying. And it makes me not care all that much about them beyond “I just need you to function enough to get me to the end of the game sure Taash embrace being Rivaini, yes Harding live peacefully w that Titan shit inside you idc… Lucanis..ahh what was ur issue again I forget”

I made Lucanis live peacefully with Spite (stuck as an abomination that's supposed to be as volatile as Anders & Justice) Let Emmerich become a lich and no one batted an eye. Everyone just heehee haw hawing over Emmerich's new skeleton form and I forget about spite a lot unless he comments on something i've killed. Was there supposed to be some moral quandary? to make Emmerich a lich I had to "kill off" Manfred... the walking skeleton who might as well have been a rock with a pair of googly eyes attached to him for all i care

I don’t want to help Bellara light funeral pyres in a puzzle game play style that isnt a deep message about death. I want Aveline's speech about reading her favorite book to her dying father after hawke lost thier mother.

For Neve's romance, it took the whole world falling part and everyone dying for her to kiss me for a 2 time and then pity fuck me and afterword she’s like I’m leaving don’t want to be too distracting. All these lines carry no weight like bad actors w no chemistry

jaw on the floor comparing this (first time I said "i love you" to neve)

to the first time I said it to cullen and how he treats u before the big battle

I get that she isn't lovey dovey but at 70 hrs in and 2 kisses it feels like she just dont love me </3

Combat - as a spellblade mage*

combat was this weird mix of sometimes fun sometimes a new and unique form of human torture (wydm press shift 4 times n hold down e then press V C and 2 IM ON A KEYBOARD!) Once u make it past level 20 u are immortal but ur enemies are sponges I dreaded every single dragon fight despite that being my favorite thing to do in DAI. Don't ever want to see another Ogre in my life they body me into corners that hitting space can't save me from.

At some point u just gotta run around the place a lot hoping ur companions can do the damage for you bc the mobs aren’t interested in them at all. i was spamming 2 n slamming on that E key hopping it would be over n done with already, If i wanted to play a flashy monster hunter game, well then id play tw3 at least that combat is fun.

Lore & Story building

At the end of Trespasser, I was under the impression that the conflict in DATV would revolve around solas amassing an army of elves all over Thedas to rebel against the Evanuris. He had a whole network of Spies working against the Inquisition and the Antaam, and planned to restore the elven people, upend their religious views, and try to tear down the veil as a way of atonement. So I was understanding of there only being 3 import choices ( 1- who you romanced, 2- Save or redeem Solas 3- Disband or Keep inquisition). But that's not the story we get; instead its this??

The veil jumpers are like engineering mages with no ties to Solas beyond being an elves. There is no religious struggle they just seem to accept that these Gods have always been evil and need to be stopped. Solas is just a one man army trapped in the fade off screen for like 70% of the game. Should I have just kept the inquisition around after all? The only mention I got was my disbanded inquisition choice was inky going "my name still carries weight in southern thedas" and it seemed like disbanding or keeping it would have an affect on how easy or hard it would be to stop Solas but no it really doesn't at all

“It doesn’t feel like a Dragon Age game”

A criticism I rarely take seriously because that can mean so many different things? Like what is it the atmosphere? The aesthetics? The “dArK fAnTasy” none of these things have ever stayed consistent in any dragon age game. And I’d say DA franchise lost its teeth/edge when dai rolled around it was pretty light in the world of dark fantasy

However…theyre kinda right this time around....

It doesn’t feel like a dragon age game because they removed a lot of the lore your were exposed to in the previous games to the point where this might as well be another game all together. (i am not even a lore nerd but i do need something there to feel like i am in a dragon age game)

Yes the city is named Minrathos you were are told of its cultural significance and history as the seat of the empire but looks like a shittier version of kirkwall (and I kept getting lost going around the map so I hated it even more for wasting my time) Honestly the city felt super high tech and out of place in a fantasy setting imo, I missed it when everyone lived in a wooden hovel in the middle of the woods.

There is no reason for the venatori to follow Elgarnan and ghilian'nan or for the Qunari either but it all gets hand waved away with "they offered us power"

Reading the Inquisitors letters made me feel like im in a spinoff game and the real story is happening somewhere else. And sad to like baby take me with you!! i want to save u from this nightmare

A lot of the factions are sanitized to the point of being boring Darvin's little 'we're warden we don't do blood magic that's just not right" baby I let the wardens sacrifice elves to Corphyeus 3 weeks ago :/

Qunari Culture

So the whole reason you were fighting the Antaam in DAI was because they believed you were in cahoots with Solas, who's whole plan to them is to sow chaos and disorder- that is a HUGE no no in the Qun so they see it as their sacred duty to stop you. The Qunari we meet in DATV mindless npc mooks who attack you not because your with Solas but because the Evil elven gos promised them uhh power n shit for stopping you. Like I know I did not just waste my time in DAI reading about how egalitarian the Qun is everyone is like a Hive, they depend on each other so selfishness is rooted out so wtf was going on in Treviso with these guys. A whole culture decimated down to being darkspawn mobs part 2

What made me never want to play another DA game ever again:

Everything you ever did in Orlais, Ferelden, Kirkwall is pointless. No matter what the last letter from the Inquistor is "yeah the blight reached the south Denerim is gone, ferelden is blighted beyond repair, we took back Skyhold but barely. The Venatori disposed of whoever you put in charge of Orlais and there's giant leviathans rising out the sea in Ostwick"  There is no conclusion to this it's just the state of the world now

I cant even pretend my non solas romanced Inky is happy and safe after all this? My hof and Alistar might as well be dead for all that it ever mattered. I get that the devs wanted a clean slate but did they have to burn my house down and salt the fields? It feels so spiteful and mean, like they wanted to make a whole separate game and tack on the "dragon age" title to it for money. If they're not interested in the lore or world building why should I? it made me fully checked out of the rest of the story. Like damn idgaf about elgar'nan and the other one give me back Redcliff

TLDR I dont know if i should be sad that I still care about this or glad its over either way im blocking all datv tags n moving on

[coffeeandbatboys]

His New Religion (Wolffe x Fem!Reader)

for my friend @alegendoftomorrow in the @cloneficgiftexchange!

A/N: So this ended up summing up a lot of what happened before, during and after Right Here Waiting and its wedding sequel, part 2, which I know Legend had read, so my brain took the idea and ran with it.

Warnings: a little bit of angst, some awkward fluffies and a badly summed up slow burn with a happy ending

Prompt(s): “But somewhere there's a light//A sign that it's alright//I find it by your side” (New Religion, The Heydaze),

“Always thought those feelings, they were stories not made for me // It's terrifying, but I'm pretty certain it's worth it” || “I didn't know you were something I could need // Until you, until you loved my everything // The good, the bad, the in between, all of me” || “But all the hell we've been through had a purpose // Together we are chaos and it's perfect” (I Didn’t Know, Sofia Carson)

Wordcount: 856

If someone had sat cadet cc-3636 down and told him that he'd be living with the love of his life one day…

…He would have broken out laughing.

And yet Wolffe, the grumpy, no-nonsense commander of the 104th, had melted like a puddle the first night he spent in your embrace.

The two of you had met during a whirlwind campaign. You had needed him to sign some forms to accept supply restocks, and he’d obliged with a grumble, voicing his negative remarks about ‘redundant protocols’.

The next meeting happened in the mess hall. You’d been covering for a friend in the food line when you caught his sharp, analyzing gaze. With a blush and a smile, you served him his rations, a begrudgingly mumbled ‘thanks’ reaching your ears.

A few weeks later and it was in the medbay. You'd dropped a box on your foot, earning yourself a broken toe, while Wolffe had garnered a blaster graze to the bicep. He was reserved as usual, but engaged in some awkward, short-lived conversation about your odd jobs in the GAR while the medics patched the two of you up.

After that, you didn't see him for a long while.

And one night you found him at the door of your quarters, pacing; deciding whether he should knock or not. That was the night he had first asked you out on date.

Shore leave dates turned into nights curled in each others’ loving embrace and soft mornings filled with nothing but bliss. Harrowing weeks apart turned into joyful reunions and a growing love between you.

And one night, all of that became your beloved Wolffe falling to a knee and asking for the honor of your hand in marriage. You'd never given a second thought about saying yes.

You vividly remember after that weekend the way he kissed you goodbye and promised to return safely.

But as fate would have it, he was taken away from you. The Empire rose out of the Republic's ashes, throwing everyone's lives into pure chaos and cutting the ties between you and your love.

You didn't see your fiancé for a year. Instead, you'd joined a network of rogue clones that led you to Rex, and had began working with them.

Then there was Teth, where you saw him again, but not as an ally. You were glad to see Wolffe, despite the reunion being marred by grief and despair. But oh, how you wanted to reach out and bring him back into your arms, even knowing he wasn't the same.

Weeks passed, and he seemed to make his decision when Rex and Echo brought him back to the new base. He danced around the subject for a while, afraid to find out what you would say. But one look into your hopeful eyes was all it took for him to break down in your arms.

The two of you wed in a simple ceremony, surrounded by his brothers, who had become just as much family to you. In that moment, the trials of the past gave way to a hopeful future, with you and Wolffe facing the challenges of a tumultuous galaxy together.

Now today, as you look out into the setting sun, you smile. Who would have thought that a love tested by loyalty, betrayal and heartache would heal in such a way?

Wolffe hums behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as a kiss is pressed behind your ear.

“If you keep staring at the sun, Mesh’la,” he remarks, squeezing you a little. “—you'll go blind.”

You laugh brightly and wiggle around to face him. He smiles and let's his lips brush across your cheeks, nose and forehead, before landing on your own in a tender kiss.

“I suppose I have something better to stare at here,” you tease. The golden hour glow highlights his best features. His hair has begun to gray at the temples, silver strands fading into his thick curls, and his cybernetic eye glitters in the sunlight. His jaw bears a little bit of stubble; a deliberate choice, you assume.

“Oh?” He asks, forehead resting gently upon yours.

“Yeah,” you answer, reaching up to caress his scar. His eyes flutter closed.

“What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours, huh?

You smile. “I was just thinking. About us.” Your head rests against his shoulder as a warm breeze dusts both of you.

He hums deeply in acknowledgment, a kiss being placed to your temple.

“Also known as: a scratch and dent clone falls in love with a smart, caring, drop dead gorgeous woman?”

You laugh lightly and shake your head. “More like, How a man and woman’s love made it through all sorts of trials.”

Wolffe’s face falls a little, but you cup his cheek to turn his gaze toward you.

“And what happened is in the past. We have all the time in the world now, yeah?”

He smiles ever so slightly and holds you close. “Yeah Mesh'la. That sounds perfect.”

And he thinks now that he’s had a taste of love, he can get used to it for the long run.

[softle0]

hi i know you said ask again a week from now so here i am lolll. is there an update on your "Residences for Ciudad Enamorada" lot :)?

Hiii babe!!! sooo... you're gonna hate me for this 😭😭😭 but I started working in one of the apartments, but I decided to start in a very modern one... and apparently right know I'm in my more trashy/middle class(?) era lmaoo. So I felt overwhelmed with that fancy ass build and I stopped working on it 😭😭 I stared working in a "normal" area for me, I'm literally taking inspo from the streets near by me home lmaooo 🙈🙈

BUT LUCKILY, I did some research about mexican colonial builds (I literally watched just one fucking movie lmao but that gave me a better idea and I started to remember more scenarios where I know how they look on the inside hehe) and I came with a couple ideas.

So for me, the overall floorplan idea is this:

as you can see and if you remember, these apartment residences were really big homes in the past so when they started dividing the home into multiple unit apartments, this units were usually one of two divided spaces and they're usually connected each other by doors and sooome of them may have hallways but the reality is that the main hallways were almost always outdoors. The doors to the bedrooms are even outside you can see it in the picture above. In the modern days, this units were converted in loft studios with an added bathroom (the units used to share bathrooms and kitchens before T_T insaneee) and for the bigger ones you normally need go through the kitchen then the living room to enter to the bedroom, there's no hallways, you need to almost walk every single area of the home to your bedroom.

These are the only two units I changed to a more accurate floorplan for now (at least what I think) and I added some extra info so you know how they're divided :D ***sorry i added an extra n in dining OOPS

I think you can now have a better idea in how I divided them as you can see, there's really not hallways in the units. I think the only time I'll use hallways will be for bigger units with more than one bedroom. I did a quick redesign of another unit, and this is the floorplan I ended up with:

This one was little hard to come up with because I have no fucking idea how to make this one work because I don't think they're supposed to be this big irl, So I'm not fully convinced on this one. I'm not loving how big the living and dining area is buuut this was the most accurate version I can think of lmao. So, those are the options I can give you now. If I come with better floorplans I'll let you know anon!! Lately I been watching a lot of videos and reading about mexican architecture so I might know better soon lol but honestly its been like really hard to find info about this, ugh so frustrating.

*** I just had a little thought about this, and I can't show you because I already closed my game BUT I was thinking that another great floorplan for a two-bedroom unit could be this one, please dont mind my silly ugly drawing buuttt yeahh... the black lines are doors, I think the best way to blend in a hallway is definitely a door, an open hallway concept looks a little weird to me idk

I'm still thinking whether I'll share this build or not… maybe I will!!! but IDK IDK I'm not fully convinced yet 😭😭 I just don't feel like sharing cc builds but IDKKK lol

[quackity1999]

[✉️MAINTENANCE REPORT

From: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com To: cquackity@lnv.com cc: Foolish Attachments: 1 file ]

Aye aye, Mr. President! How goes ya? Much apologies for the late report, seems like somethin' was up with the mail servers, and so-and-so stuff that's way outta my paygrade. But much cheers to the IT boys, seems like they've gotten it up and runnin' again!

Now, gettin' right to the meat of it:

Comprehensive wirin' checkin' outin' has been done-and-done, siree! Did a pretty large overhaul on a lot of the connections, the junctions, makin' sure them wire nuts get swapped out with something more permanent 'n less of a zappin' hazard. Should be all good now, no more flickerin' light issues durin' the witchin' hours! Mighta need some upgrades on the fuses and breakers, some of the stuff is held up with hopes and wishes from decades-old gear I'll tell ya that!

Lil' related to that, we're pushin' a request to check over the Casino's electrics too! Heard a few too many faults over the last week that I'm just itchin' to go down and check it out! I'll let ya know, Mr. President.

Some o' my boys went up The Needle's panelin' sections for some preliminary surveys and reported back that the panels would do well with some better fastenings at the seams, plus a teensy bit of extra allowance for that expandin' and shrinkin' under the heat and sleet and snow. We'll pass on them crunchy numbers over to Mr. Foolish for a proper lookover pronto, and let ya know how it goes!

And boy sure there less problems this week, siree! Them words' doin' miracles, for sure. If there's anythin' else you want us to check out, holler and I'll have a look. See ya next week!

Best regards, [REDACTED], Maintenance Supervisor

TO: [REDACTED]+mt@lnv.com CC: foolish FROM: cquackity@lnv.com SUBJECT: re: MAINTENANCE REPORT.

.. yeah, that was a pretty weird glitch! thought i had a virus or something for a second.

glad you fixed up the sign circuits— that's one of the main landmarks around here. for the fuses and breakers, i want a prioritized list of what needs replacing first and an estimated timeline to get it done. add the casino electrics to your next sweep; i don’t want any faults piling up there either.

in regards to upkeep of the needle, get me a detailed report on those panel fastenings and expansion issues ASAP, so i can clear foolish to handle the upgrades. and while you're at it, feel free to do a quick audit of similar heat-related quirks elsewhere. trust me — we don’t need surprises. focus on high-traffic spots, yeah?

a little heads-up: we’re running a tourist promo this month, so expect heavier traffic in public spaces. ensure any maintenance you do stays out of sight during peak hours, obviously, and i'll want updates on all this in a week's time if you're on-course.

tell foolish to contact me, too. i need a word with him. bottom line is: anything you notice that’s off, tell me immediately— even you boys know that i'd rather be ahead of a problem than behind it.

thanks again,

president quackity, las nevadas.

[jmvore]

› pairing(s) » yandere!cult leader, demon!jimin x witch!reader › word(s) » 1.5k+ › warning(s) » stalking, cult following, chasing (hide n' seek), yandere!jm, nothing too graphic. › cc's playlist » tag, you're it by melanie martinez, animals by maroon 5 › a/n » thank you @/cafekitsune for the dividers! i don't know what this is honestly, I just saw the middle picture and was inspired by it so 🤷🏾. lol

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"You can run, but trust, Honey. You can never hide."

You dash through the trees as you try your hardest not to notice the multiple people standing around the forest. Watching. Waiting. You don't know the reason you've been put on his radar but, you know that means you harm.

You cannot let this man catch you.

"Run, little witch, Run!"

You can hear his maniacal laugh around you as his footsteps quicken with haste. You grow tired by the second but fight through the fatigue to keep going. You need to keep going there's no doubt about it. Your heart threatens to burst from your chest at the way you're exerting your body. Your feet burn from the cuts and bruises from running barefoot. The ankle chain does nothing for protection. Granted, you weren't expecting to have to run for your life tonight either.

"You're exhausted, aren't you, Honey? You're slowing down!"

You know if you don't get out of his line of sight, you'll be doomed to a life of misery. There's nowhere to hide, the other side of the forest is in sight. The moon isn't showing you where to go and you're unsure if she's even on your side right now.

"I'm going to catch you!" He laughs when you trip but you easily catch yourself continuing. He's taunting you. You try to speed up but your efforts are in vain. He's laughing.

The only mistake you made tonight was looking back to see he's gained some distance on you but all you have to do is cross the stream ahead of you. All you have to do is-

"Got you!" He's right next to your ear as you scream. Your body scrambles to get away from his reach but Jimin yanks you by your arm before you can get away. He swiftly walks you backward when your back hits some sort of barrier. "Where did you think you were going to go, Honey?" His fingers tap against it to see it ripple like water. "I knew you would run. I'm not dumb, though it seems like you think you can outsmart me." He immediately takes your wrist in his hands and yanks them above your head.

"Let me go!" You try to fall to get him to let go but he only tightens his grip, his sharp nails digging into your skin. "What do you want from me?"

He tilts his head to the side and smirks as your heart drums against your chest. You're trying to catch your breath but it seems as if he's stealing it away.

"Oh?" Jimin leans into you, his lips hovering over your skin as you feel his breath kiss your neck. "You don't remember?"

"Remember?" You gasp as he runs his forked tongue over your collarbone before settling on bringing his arms to your waist to hold you tighter. Although, he does keep holding your wrist to make sure you don't do anything stupid. "Who are you?"

"Me?" He hears you whimper before pulling himself back. "I'm yours."

"No, no, no..." A fraction of a memory plays flashes and you're not sure what to make of it.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Jimin can smell the distress falling off of you in waves. It's mixing with your scent and it makes him believe he's in his own personal heaven.

He's found you in another lifetime like he promised.

"Let me go... Please..." He can feel you trembling in his arms, loving every single second of it. "What's happening to me?"

At this point, you stop fighting because you know it's no use. It's only then you hear chanting behind you and realize it's the masked people who seem to be under his control. You can feel your skin tingle as the protective markings your mother placed all over your body dissipate.

"Not a chance. I've waited too long to have you again, Princess." His glows red the minute he leans forward to get a whiff of your scent. His eyes roll to the back of his head and for a second, a thought crosses your mind. He quickly opens his eyes to stare you down. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"How did yo-"

"I know you better than you think I do." His grin is wider than the average human, forcing you to flinch. Your eyes widen comically when you realize you're not in the forest anymore. You're in his home, standing in the middle of his bedroom. It isn't until your eyes meet his and your memories rush through your mind like a flood. Your headache grows at an unbearable pace, and you discern you're going to pass out if it keeps growing.

"Make it stop! Please!"

You fall to your knees holding your head as your eyes feel as though they're bulging out of the socket. A searing pain ripples behind your eyes, making your head feel as if it's about to split into two. The pounding grows stronger the more your memories resurface. Vomit threatens to spill from your mouth as drool seeps from the corner.

"Do you remember me now?"

A question you don't have the answer to but you know he's willing to wait until you do.

He circles around you as you curl into a fetal position on the floor while holding your head. Your cries can be heard throughout the forest as the chanting grows louder. Your vision fades and the last thing you remember is Jimin caressing the side of your face.

"If not, we have all eternity." His laugh is the last thing you hear as you fall unconscious.

Jimin picks you up to lay you on your shared bed. Instead of lying down with you, he decided to sit in the chair adjacent to the bed. He has a clear view of your face and how content you look; for a second, he feels himself falling in love all over again.

Your human form is just as beautiful as your demon.

He hums as the door to your shared room opens. It doesn't take long for his servant to step inside as she knows not to say anything about you for fear of upsetting Jimin. She stands beside him until he acknowledges her presence. She notices he's already poured himself a glass of whiskey, realizing he might now need her until she calls his name.

"Do you think she will remember everything?"

Jimin grunts, watching you squirm before clenching the cover between your fingers. He knows he shouldn't bombard you with memories while you sleep but he's growing impatient with the amount of time it's taking.

"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Binna," Jimin holds his glass out for her to pour more whiskey into it. His eyes don't leave your sleeping form, smirking at how tranquil you seem. "Even the purest hearts are drawn to it."

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[holly-fixation]

For the full On the Sea of Crises OST for @birdblacksocialclub I genuinely tried to nail the medieval vibe, mostly tavern rather than epic music because as you can see in the fic here, being stuck in jail fits more of the tavern vibe than the grand scale of epic battlefields and such.

This is the break down of my fan made piece for OTSOC.

Going into this I knew two (2) things about pirate music:

Everything is in the key of D minor. Why? I have no idea. Even The Pirates of the Caribbean's main theme follows this sacred law.

6/8 time is your best friend for pirates. This gives more of the rocky boat feel (but again, I do not know the history behind it). Technically drinking music follows this too! Only with 3/4 time. Fun Fact: The Star Spangled Banner is actually one note off from a British drinking song.

Okay back on topic.

I used those two laws for both piano pieces I made for the OTSOC a while ago. Messing with time and key signatures is fun! It changes the entire mood of Crisis Core's main theme and even Those Chosen by the Planet. So, after researching how to make medieval music through a couple of youtube videos and too much googling for appropriate instruments, I went off.

0:00 - I started with just a drum, tambourine, and a couple of strings playing a basic rhythm to build up. In OTSOC, the first thing you see is Tifa yelling at a guard. I couldn't go straight into Crisis Core's main theme without the man of the hour, Genesis Rhapsodos, appearing in frame. (or the frame equivalent of a comic... a panel?)

0:18 - The melody of Crisis Core's main theme/The SOLDIER Way finally kicks in on violin! But ALSO (what I learned from my many youtube videos), medieval music likes to have counter melodies/harmonies. So though the violin takes the reigns, the flute is playing Roaming in the Afternoon Sun, a song most CC players will recognize from the 3,000 side missions in this game.

0:53 - I give into antient peer pressure with a motif from the final boss theme by giving it to the LUTE. The almighty medieval instrument many know due to its popularity in fantasy settings as well! Taverns always love a good lute! (And so do prisons I guess) The moving baseline on the harp and cello was just for fun. This quiet drop and BEING the final boss theme is (supposed to) line up with Genesis's introduction! He likes his drama and DRAMA means Dynamics must Change!

1:25 - The flashback to Shinra Tower in flames. A bad memory for most, a big moment for our crimson boy. Many walked away injured, but despite the chaos and victory, Sephiroth disappeared some unexplained time after. I can't imagine the news painting that in a good light, and Tifa received this information second hand.

1:36 - A combination of CC's main theme on the flute and Roaming in the Afternoon Sun on the violin, before changing the violin to The Price of Freedom. Obviously Genesis is in Jail now, but he looks like he's having a fun time flirting with the girl he is now stuck with. This continues throughout their flirting.

2:21 - Uh oh. He is coming.

2:27 - The opening of One Winged Angel. Except with the instruments I chose, it sounds more like the rail road crossing alarm when a train goes by (note: this comment has nothing to do with the fic). This is where Genesis (or really his mind) is sucked into the 'Other' World.

2:33 - Obviously this Other World should feel, well, OTHER. So I hope you enjoyed your time with real/pirate instruments, we are now in synthesizer and piano territory, with a couple of other instruments for that tasty flavor. Genesis is in another world. He has absolutely no control. He clearly hates this Other!Sephiroth but can't prevent the Cecaelia from slithering his many tentacles around him as restraints. Other!Sephiroth is toying with Genesis, but it's always smooth, never harsh, always alluring and dragging you (yes you the reader) in. Lastly there is a motif of J-E-N-O-V-A underlying just enough to remind you/Genesis that she's watching. And if I may assume, always watching in this world.

(side comment: 2:33 the One Winged Angel section gives me vibes of FFXV's dungeon theme Unsettling Aura but that's only because of the constant piano driving throughout the rest of the piece)

2:55 - Other!Sephiroth is clearly speaking to something else as well as to Genesis and that should set off some RED FLAGS (or more rail road warnings). This is to make you concerned and feel the OWA again. Interruptions are so distracting, aren't they?

3:00 - J-E-N-O-V-A takes over and you hear it through the end. Everything is uncomfortable and dissonant and wrong and perfect. The last note doesn't resolve because this quest is far from over. The threat is far from over.

"...For you are beloved by the Goddess. And it is almost time to come home to her, Genesis." - Other!Sephiroth

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...Bottom line, I had a lot of fun making this! This was just a fun little project for one of my favorite fics and writers. It gave me a chance to expand my horizons and hopefully put a smile on said writer's face.

Please check out basically any work by @birdblacksocialclub because she is fantastic!

[saltyladynightmare]

Jiliu AU 9.1

Beginning, Previous, Next, Masterlist

A/N:

Ori'Ana : mando'a/basic, a mix of Ori'vod, and Anakin, basically naming him Older Brother Anakin, just as the suffix -'ika makes 'younger Brother' from Vod'ika

/italics/ : thoughts, emphasis

bold : talking though the Force, because why not

Chapter 9 is not completely finished, but chapter 10 is an idea. If anyone has any ideas for scenes in which the Vod'e are learning how to use the Force, please feel free to contact me or leave a comment. So far, all of my ideas involve various troopers launching themselves into walls when they jump/run/do something too fast. It gets monotonous after a while.

Warnings:

Anakin is a lonely string bean. He also has no trust in the Jedi, because I was salty when i started writing this, and must stick to my guns

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A little under an hour after his Command Staff had left when visiting hours ended, Anakin had dry eyes, a crick in his upper back, and three different To Do lists.

One, he would be sharing with Rex and his—their?—lieutenants. It mostly consisted of a few lists of the things they should focus on getting, what they hoped to get, and what would be nice to get.

Anakin had asked them to leave the datapads behind when they left so he could add more details as he thought of them. They had covered a lot, but he knew he would think of more.

The second was for himself, preferably before their next mission. This one mostly had notes on what datawork he'd need to go over for Torrent. Tying any loose ends that might reach out and strangle them down the line because they dared to look for resources outside of official channels. It also had reminders to finish finding the answers to the questions the men wanted, and maybe answer some of his own. He also wanted to arrange a supplies drop for the Guard, because while Anakin had taught them some tricks on how to get food on their own—which is why he thought to teach Torrent—and he'd given them something of a stockpile, it had been three weeks. Better to be on the safe side.

If every single Vod in Torrent chose to bond with him—and they might not, he reminds himself firmly—it would take about eleven days to get through all of the men. Eleven days to do all of that wasn't a whole lot of time, but Anakin had dealt with worse, and would do so again.

The last list was also for Anakin, but for more long term. So far, it only had a few things on it, making it the shortest list, by far. Primarily, to see if his hypothesis on whether or not he could use his own over abundance of Force Juice to boost his men's own connection with the Force was possible. Secondly, armor. There must be a way to improve that blasted armor across the whole of the GAR.

He added things to the appropriate list, or the near manuals the men had been typing before they'd had to leave, as he thought of them. He has never typed so fast in his life, he was sure.

It was going to be very satisfying to check things off as they were completed.

Which was why he decided to send a message to Fox, asking if he would be available for a comm the moment Anakin remembered he'd wanted to do so. It didn't need to be official, and since Fox didn't mind text comms, Anakin could probably even ensure there would be less of a chance any of the Jedi would discover Fox had anything to do with their plans. The Guard had enough going on, they did not need the extra scrutiny.

Fox, the overachiever, texted back within thirty seconds.

CC-1010: I'll be in my office at 0000

K-AS-6367: Excellent.

K-AS-6367: We can continue this conversation when you aren't likely to get shot.

CC-1010: Affirmative

Anakin's mouth ticked up in one corner, and he absently tapped the side of his scrap-comm fondly.

Anakin had missed him. No nonsense, and mostly no fun as he was, Fox was a good man; steady in a way that Anakin didn't remember having ever felt in a sentient before, and flexible as only a thinking, breathing person could be. It had been a little under a month since Anakin had been shipped off to Torrent, but they hadn't had more than a few short conversations over text in that time.

He'd wait until Fox commed him. This wasn't the sort of thing he wanted Fox to talk about in the open, even if it was over heavily encrypted easily corruptible text.

As soon as Anakin set the comm down, metal chunking lightly against the wood of the table top, the lights flicked off, all at once.

Ak!

His heart just about reared up to strangle him, and the resulting flinch sent claws of pain carving up and down his arm from the yanked IV, but also lacing through his entire body in protest of his aching muscles and ligaments. Razor edged readiness sliced through his mind, cutting and almost gentle in its icy sharpness.

It took a few seconds once his usual flare of surprise and pain died down for him to reassert his reasoning abilities.

He forced himself to breathe at the speed Obi-Wan had taught him to use for meditation so long ago. If it was too fast, and shaky, he forgave himself. He wasn't safe here, and he had a bad habit of forgetting he was not, even when he was alone.

Especially when at the mercy of Masters.

Once the white noise buzzing in his ears died down, as it had every evening since he woke up in this room, Anakin became aware of his comm flashing on the table top where he'd left it.

He blinked at it, fuzzily wondering who had his scrap comm code.

Wait. He'd programmed in his Jedi number and his personal when the healers hadn't given him his comm when he'd proven himself coherent, hadn't he.

Well, at least he knew it wasn't Obi-Wan. They would have told him he didn't have a comm, so far as they knew.

Reassured, Anakin picked up the hunk of junk, more with the force then his half numb fingers, and woke the thing up.

Immediately, it pulled up his new message.

Kix! Anakin perked up a bit.

CT-6116 : Status, General

He wilted again. Medical stuff. Of course.

Wait.

K-AS-6367 : You felt that?

Just as he hits the send button, Anakin became aware of his bonds, all at once.

Anakin had dropped the majority of the shielding on his new bonds the instant the door had closed behind his men. Partly because all six of them had proven to be sensitive to the shielding, but it was mostly for selfish reasons, Anakin can admit to himself with some reluctance. He had soothed over the sting of giving in to his own selfish wants with platitudes; there were two shields between them, it would be fine. He'll put them back up before he went to sleep. If he went to sleep.

It'd be fine.

Except it wasn't, because Anakin had forgotten his curfew.

Of course, they had felt his response to lights off.

Yes, the men were seventeen point four klicks and two heavy duty shields away, but that would have only mattered a little a week ago. Some concentration and he would have been able to send anything he wanted down any of his bonds, but it would have had to be deliberate.

Now? He had four times his previous Sensitivity. Those same shields were like particularly dense flimsy to him now. Force knew he'd had no choice but to layer his own shields to wring even an ounce of functionality from his brain even behind these once impressive artificial shields.

Anakin was typing almost before he finished the thought.

K-AS-6367 : Nevermind.

K-AS-6367 : Clear. Just surprised.

It wasn't long before the reply came, accompanied by a near buzzing displeasure over the bond. The promise behind the text was hardly shocking.

CT-6116 : I'll see you in the morning, sir.

Satisfied Kix wouldn't message again, Anakin put the comm to sleep, slumping.

He breathed in deep, held it for a count of three, then slowly released it. He let the guilt of his negligence stream out between his teeth too. He inhaled again, held for three beats, grabbed the shields he'd so selfishly dropped, then exhaled, pulling them up.

Anakin was fully capable of learning from his mistakes. It was quite possibly the only reason he was still alive, between that and his sheer jaw dropping luck.

Anakin liked to think it had more to do with the former, if only because he had a lot more control of that, but he had long since decided it was a waste of energy to think about what might be, instead of simply accepting what was.

He made a mistake. He would learn from it, and move forward.

Putting his comm to the side, Anakin gathered the holocrons with the Force, and settled on the floor with a sigh. He ignored the creaking aches through out his body with the ease of long practice, instead deliberately arranging the holocrons to hover in the most geometrically sound pattern around himself.

Best get back to it.

[noxtivagus]

zack fair ilyvm 😭

[julibeeline]

love at first sight with the crew / feral boys

[romantic cc!crew boys x fem!reader]

masterlist

DREAM

you were at a movie theater with two other guys sitting next to you

they seemed to be around your age, talking occasionally during the movie

during the movie, the guy next to you nudges your elbow rather harshly

“oh im so sorry” he whispers when he realizes what happened

“no worries!” you say back, drawing your attention back to the movie

a few moments later, you overhear him whispering to the guy next to him

“nick, nick! the person next to me is actually really cute, fuck should i do something?”

you smile looking at the movie as he glances at you; checking if you heard anything

you act like nothing happened and as the movie ends, you start to stand up

he quickly rushes over tapping your shoulder as you turn around

“hey, my names clay, can i have your number? you’re really cute”

SAPNAP

karl had invited you to a gaming event with a bunch of people

you were having a good time so far; everyone was really nice

some point during the event karl left for a second to talk to someone

you just kinda stood there awkwardly looking around for someone to talk to

one of karl’s friends you knew as ‘sapnap’ from brief mentions came up to you smiling

“hey, youre y/n right? ive seen you with karl a few times?”

you guys talked for a short while until karl came back

“damn you guys talked already! sorry man but i think we gotta go, our ride is coming in like 5”

as you and karl left the building karl kept glancing at his phone

when you guys enter the car, he says

“hey y/n nick wants your number, he says youre pretty cool”

GEORGE

you were at a coffee shop when you noticed a group of guys glancing towards you

you had no idea what was going on, so you ignored it and went back to your book

meanwhile

“karllll george keeps looking at that girl over there at that table”

“ask her for her number of something george!”

“what? no!”

“its now or never george youre not gonna see her again”

“shut up nick its embarrasing”

“i dont care if you dont go right now im gonna push you”

“i cant”

“yes you can george please”

“no”

“if you dont then im gonna go ask for her number for myself if youre too busy being a pussy”

“okay fine im going! just stay here”

“LETS GOOOO”

it took him a lot of convincing until he finally got up and walked over to your table

“hey uh i noticed you from that table, youre really pretty, could i have your number by any chance?”

KARL

you had to subsititue for one of jimmy’s camera operators for an upcoming mr beast video

he had asked if you were free for a few hours, and that one of his filmers had fallen sick

as you were setting up the camera, you got startled by someone behind you

“hey my names karl, are you a new filmer here?”

“ah im just replacing someone today, its nice to meet you though karl!” you say smiling

the small talk soon became less awkward as you guys grew closer during the recording

occasional hand brushes, pats on the head; man this guy loved affection

but little did you guys know, those cute moments were caught on camera and posted

after the recording and few days later, you get a text from jimmy

“karl has been rewatching the same video over and over, do you wanna come down for another one? :)”

QUACKITY

you were at an airport heading home soon, about to catch your flight

you waited in line at a starbucks, a few people ahead of you

when it was finally your turn, you ordered while pulling out your purse but the cashier interrupts you

“the guy in front of you payed for your drink, you can just take it”

“oh?” you were so taken aback; you didnt even bother to look up while he was in the line

“im sorry, what did he look like?”

as the worker gave a brief description of the guy, you said a polite “thank you” and looked around with the drink in your hand

when you spotted a guy that met the description, you walked over to him

“hey, were you the guy that payed for my drink?”

“oh uh yeah hi” he giggles, adjusting his hat

“that was really nice of you, thank you so much” you say smiling softly

the whole conversation was a blushing, giggling mess

“hey my flight is boarding soon but youre really cute, could i have your number?” you ask

“yeah yeah of course!”

[wrenqueenisboss]

Announced Fatherhood-- cc!wilbur x f!reader

Pairing: cc!wilbur x f!reader pronouns: she/her (when used) warning: pregnancy, cursing, yelling summary: you have the brilliant idea to tell Wilbur something important while he's streaming. A simple text. But it changed everything

note: hope you enjoy, my wonderful anon who requested this :)

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Three days ago. It was three days ago when you found out that you were going to be a mother. You cried, admittedly. It was completely understandable.

A year ago, Wilbur had proposed and you had gotten married. It was the happiest day of your lives. But this day- what you were about to do could change everything.

But first, you needed to call someone for advice.

Sitting just outside Wilbur's streaming room, you pulled out your phone and pressed 'call' on a very specific contact.

"PHIL!" you whisper-yelled into the phone's microphone. "Phil, I need your help."

He laughed over the line, confused but amused. "Woah, mate. Calm down. What do you need help with?"

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before responding. "I need to tell Wilbur that he's going to become a father."

Here's the catch; practically no one knew. You had told your best friend, Niki, almost immediately. Then your parents. And now, Philza, it seemed.

"Holy shit, Y/n." He paused. "That's... big news. How are you thinking of telling him."

"Over text?" You admitted sheepishly. "It's to scary to say in person. And plus, I think it'll be cute."

"Whatever you say, mate. But I have to go. I'm on stream with him right now and he's starting to get suspicious."

"Yeah, go go go. But, uh, be prepared for some... yelling."

"You got it."

The call ended and you heard Wilbur's voice through the door, greeting his friend once again. And you felt your heart beat faster and your breathing pick up, because it was starting to get real.

You took a shaky deep breath, calming your nerves and trying to steady your trembling fingers as you pulled out your phone to text a message to your husband.

But first, you wanted to see his reaction. So as quietly as you could, you opened the door and slid into the room. You weren't concerned at all about his chat seeing you. They'd met you multiple times. You and Wilbur even made a vlog of your wedding. But you didn't want to draw too much attention to yourself.

Wilbur was so focused on the game he was playing he didn't notice. It wasn't a serious stream, but he was still focused.

Taking another unsteady breath, you typed out the message and... pressed send.

"Hold on guys, I need to check my phone," Wilbur said as he took off his headset to grab his phone that sat across his desk.

He saw the notification, the light from the screen illuminating his features. He saw your name on the contact and looked up at you with a suspicious expression. You smiled guiltily and waited for him to open the message. Waited for his reaction.

And there it was.

His breath hitched. Everything went silent.

Is this a joke, he sent back, fingers typing with furious speed.

definitely not, you replied.

And his phone flew from his hand, across the room hitting the floor with a thunk. Wilbur jumped up from his chair, eyes so unbelievably bright with happiness.

"HOLY SHIT!!!" He screamed.

And you burst out laughing. Because this was everything you had hoped for.

He rushes to you, sweeping you into a hug and twirling you around. Wilbur sets you down after a few turns. But only so he can kiss you. He kisses your lips, your nose, you cheeks. And your hand too.

"Holy fuck, babe," he whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You two look over and see chat freaking out. Spamming words of confusion, because why the actual hell has their streamer exploded into a ball of pure joy.

"Chat," his voice shakes with barely restrained emotion. "I'm gonna be a dad!"

You tune out the rest of the cheering, so overjoyed with your husband's reaction. Tommy and Philza and Techno congratulate you and Wilbur on stream. Others send congratulation messages through social media.

But at the end of the stream, when the house is quiet again, Wilbur pulls you in for another hug. You can't tell if it's because he wants to hug you, or because he wants to hide his happy tears. It's probably both.

"I love you so much, Y/n." Wilbur murmured into your hair.

You hugged him back tightly. "Love you too."

[cryptic-kisses]

Hallo , Cryptic ^^

I Wanted To Request Something If ' Yer Don't Mind -

What About Male Reader , Who Says Shit Before Thinking , ' N Like This Happens A Lot , But After They Get Really Flustered -

With Tommy , Ranboo , Tubbo , ' N Billzo !

Take ' Yer Time , Yeah ?

' N , Don't ' Yer Dare Over-Work ' Yerself , Understood ?

- A-RRadio .

What did you say?

cc! Tommy, Tubbo, Billzo, Ranboo x Male!reader (PLATONIC)

summary: you do some fake tattooing and it definitely came out great

warnings: Cursing

authors note: I was watching compilations of unusannus clips so that's what inspired this also Im just realizing I didn't really put in the request that much I am so sorry 😭

All sitting around a table you start giggling as your hands hit the table.

"This is such a dumb idea." You manage to get out of your mouth without completely breaking down in a fit of laughter. You, Bill, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were completely blindfolded.

With the great idea of doing random things without seeing, one of the challenges was tattooing which made you end up with a bag of henna ink in your hands.

You feel your stomach hit the edge of the table as you lean over making you giggle again.

"Okay okay, who am I gonna tattoo?" Nobody answers you so you take initiative into your own hands, quite literally

You take your hand and bring it over to your right side looking for an arm until eventually you feel the sleeve of a shirt. "Whose this?" You take their arm and 'gently' slam it on the table.

"[y/n] you're gonna break my arm before you tattoo it–" you smile.

"Aha! Billzo is my first victim!" Some of the boys giggle at you as they vaguely look in your direction.

"He is definitely going to draw a dick on your arm." Tommy half shouts out and you roll your eyes despite them not being visible.

Patting the area to try and find Bill's arm you get the henna only praying that whatever you do is at least in the center.

"I'm not going to do that, instead I'm gonna draw a sick ass skull." You hear Bill say something along the lines of 'on brand' while you start the fake tattoo.

It's a little bit of chatting and while you do it you feel completely focused. You can't see anything so you know whatever the outcome will be wonky but In the end, why shouldn't you try?

After feeling like you were finished you attempt to pat Bill on the shoulder. "Billzo, you have been the worst client I think I've ever had."

"Ohh I really hope you didn't put something bad," you shrug and then attempt to try and find someone else with your hands.

"Ooh [y/n] you should do Tubbo!" You hear Tommy say from across from you. The sound of a chair squeaking can be heard.

"[y/n] i'm sorry I do not trust you one bit."

Frowning you take your hand and bring it over to your left side this time and just... feel a head of hair.

"That is very much my head," you grin at him.

"Ranboo."

"[y/n]"

You move to take his arm and put it on the table already prepared to put on the henna. Ranboo cringes and braces himself for whatever you're going to do.

"Ranboo don't worry man," you start as you put on the ink on his skin. "I'm gonna make a really cool piranha." You start giggling at that.

"Tough guy Ranboo eh?" Tommy says, making you start giggling even more. You swear while not audible you can imagine him saying a mumble of prayers hoping you don't put anything shitty on his arm.

"So Ranboo, have you ever gotten a tattoo before man?"

"No– and I think this will be my last." You can hear Tubbo laugh at him and you frown.

"Well I promise sir that this is going to be a very badass tattoo." After finishing the first thing you do is lift up the blindfold.

You start laughing very hard staring at the 'tattoo' that you gave Ranboo

"That is very much... Not a dick." You blurt out feeling your self flush up which makes you laugh even more slamming your head into the table.

The other boys also take off their blindfold and start laughing along with you.

"Ranboo man you are so done for-"

"Hey! Mine doesn't look that bad!"

Ranboo takes off his blindfold and looks at the fake tattoo before shoving his head into his hands.

You pat his back.

"You, you see? I didn't lie, it's a badass tattoo."

[cloudslostlibrary]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Date Night

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: You and Wilbur finally make it to date night only for it to be ruined by your ex, right?

TWs: a few swears, rude/ intrusive ex

Author's Note: Hey! I was a part of @allywritesforfun secret platonic lover event! I am @sunniewrites secret platonic lover! The request was for an angst to fluff proposal with CC!Wilbur Soot, I hope you all enjoy it!!

Masterlist

“It sure is, why? Does it look bad on me?” You asked, suddenly second guessing your outfit choice.

“Of course not, you look lovely, darling.” Wilbur placed his hand on your hip and leaned in to kiss your forehead before leaving the room again.

“Of course not, you look lovely, darling.” Wilbur placed his hand on your hip and leaned in to kiss your forehead before leaving the room again.

“We’re leaving in like four minutes! Be ready, wouldn’t want to miss our reservation again!!”

You shuffled around your room trying to get ready. Tripping over shoes placed all over and random objects on the floor. You had missed your reservation twice in the past already, you doubted the restaurant would even let you place another reservation if you missed this one. Wilbur had been trying to have a date night out for weeks but plans just didn’t seem to line up. Between his jobs and your work, there didn’t seem to be enough time in the day for the two of you. Usually this wasn’t such a large issue, you both went into the relationship knowing your crazy schedules but for some reason Wilbur was very adamant on going to this date.

How Wilbur scored a reservation at a nice restaurant on Valentine's Day was beyond you. One of the most popular days of the year to go out on a date and he still got the reservation. Everything was perfectly lined up for you to finally go on a nice date together. Now you just had to actually get to the restaurant.

“Y/n, love! We’ve got to go now!” Wilbur yelled from across the house.

“Oh, shit.” You stumbled into your shoe before jogging to meet him at the front door.

“Got everything?” Wilbur asked you as he grabbed the keys off the wall and opened the front door for you both.

“Yeah I think so! Don’t have time to double check though so if I did leave something it’s just going to have to stay here haha.”

Wilbur nodded and ushered you out the door. “Fair enough I suppose.”

Once you left the house, you and Wilbur walked to the restaurant. You were puzzled as to how you had missed the other reservations, because the restaurant was within walking distance.

After walking through town you arrived at the restaurant. Wilbur kindly opened the door for you, allowing you to walk through before walking in himself.

“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” The hostess asked.

“Good afternoon, we have a reservation.” Wilbur responded.

“Last name?” The hostess started typing on her computer.

“Soot.” Wilbur intertwined his fingers with yours

“Oh I see, reservation for two.” The hostess smiled at something on the screen, “right this way.”

The hostess led the two of you through the restaurant until you stood in front of a table separated from the rest. It was inside the restaurant still but much more decorated for the holiday.

“Wow,” you exclaimed, “this is gorgeous.”

Wilbur smiled and pulled out a chair for you then sat down in the other chair himself. The hostess placed down two sets of wrapped silverware and two menus.

“Someone will be by soon to take your order, have a lovely night.” The hostess then walked back to her station.

“Wilbur I wasn’t expecting something so fancy! I would have dressed in something more formal if I knew!

“What do you mean? You look amazing.” Wilbur reassured you.

“I’m wearing your old sweater and a pair of jeans, that hardly seems fit for the occasion.”

“Agree to disagree then I supposed.” Wilbur smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.

You both took a few minutes to look over your menus before deciding what you wanted, setting the menus aside on the table.

“Good afternoon, do you know what you’re order- Y/n?” The waiter noticed your familiar face.

“Jeremy? I didn’t know you worked here?” You were taken aback from seeing him after such a long time.

“Y/n, who’s this?” WIlbur questioned.

“I used to date Jeremy a few years ago,” you responded.

“Haven’t seen you since we broke up, Y/n.” Jeremy reminded, “you look beautiful as ever.”

You lightly blushed and Wilbur’s jaw clenched. Your hands were on the table so Wilbur held one of them in his own before looking back at Jeremy.

You smiled at Wilbur and then looked back to Jeremy, “Oh! Jeremy, this is my boyfriend, Wilbur!”

“Boyfriend!” Jeremy seemed less than pleased, “Y/n always did love their little flings.”

The subtle dig certainly hit a nerve with Wilbur, his grip tightening on your hands.

“He’s not a fling, Jeremy. I love him. We’ve been together for a while now.” You told him, growing annoyed at the audacity of your ex.

“Longer than we were?” The waiter asked.

“Well- no but-”

“Can we just place our order man?” Wilbur interrupted; if eyes could kill Jeremy would’ve been a goner right about then.

“Sure, what would you two like to order?”

He took your order and said he would be back soon with drinks. Wilburs grip didn’t lessen even after he’d walked away.

“Will, it’s alright.” You moved to try and get in front of his line of sight, “I’m not going anywhere. Well- except maybe the bathroom, I kind of need to go.”

Wilbur lightened his hold slightly, “sorry Y/n, the dude just gives me a bad feeling.”

“Yeah, I get that. That’s why I broke up with him. I don’t want him, I want to be with you.”

Just then Jeremy walked back over to your table, two drinks on a tray.

“Your drinks,” he announced before grabbing yours off the ray and handing it to you. Before he could hand Wilbur his however, Jeremy wobbled the tray and the drink landed on the floor, splashing Wilbur.

“Oh my!” Jeremy exclaimed with fake surprise, holding back a satisfied smile. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.” Wilbur said through gritted teeth.

“There’s a blowdryer in the men’s bathroom that might help dry that up.” The waiter suggested.

“Y/n, I’ll be right back.” Wilbur walked off to go to the bathroom and Jeremy quickly cleaned the mess of the wooden floor and Wilburs chair.

“God, I’m so clumsy sometimes.” He sighed, sitting down in WIlbur’s chair.

“Jeremy, what are you doing?” You asked, now seeing why Wilbur was so worried.

“What do you mean? I’m simply engaging in conversation, is that a crime now?”

“You know what you’re doing. I love Wilbur, nothing you can do tonight is going to change that.”

Wilbur walked out of the bathroom and saw Jeremy sitting in his spot. He stormed over and grabbed your hand. ‘Fuck this. We’re leaving.”

You stormed out of the restaurant alongside Wilbur, walking for a few minutes towards your house until Will saw a bus stop.

“I just wanted tonight to be perfect.” Wilbur sat down on the bus bench, resting his head in his hands.

“Why? It was just a date?” You asked. “I know we don’t get to have them often, but it’s not like we don’t do other things together?”

“It- It wasn’t just a date darling.” Wilbur looked up from his hands and noticed the gorgeous sunset behind you. “Actually, I think I might be able to save this after all.”

Wilbur grabbed your hand and led you into a nearby building.

“Wilbur, where are we going??” You questioned, struggling to keep up to avoid being dragged by the tall man.

“I used to have a friend that lived in this building and if I’m right-” Wilbur reached the top of the staircase and turned the handle of the door at the top, “this door is never locked.”

A smile grew across Wilbur’s face as he looked back at you, “come on!”

You walked out the door onto the rooftop and your jaw dropped. The sky was filled with splashes of violent reds and dandelion yellows like it had been painted by the best artist.

“Wow, Wilbur!” You marveled at the sight, “this is the best view i’ve ever seen! It’s so gorgeous!”

“I know,” Wilbur smiled, looking at you.

“You aren’t even looking at the sunset! You’re too busy staring at me!” You giggled.

“I know.” Wilbur’s smile only grew as he shook his head.

“Y/n,” Wilbur started as he got down on one knee, still holding your right hand as he pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket, “will you make me the luckiest man in the whole world and marry me?”

Your left hand shot up to your mouth as you gasped in surprise. “Wilbur! Is that what this whole date was for?!”

“Now you can see why I wanted it to go perfectly…” Wilbur chuckled.

“I- of course I’ll marry you Wilbur Soot!” You responded.

Wilbur took the ring from its box and slid it on your finger before standing up. He placed both hands on the side of your face and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever do so.

“I love you so much,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss.

“Not nearly as much as I love you.” Wilbur responded.

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[basilly]

stay | cc!dream x fem!reader

alternate title: daddy dream

summary: after your son finds dream in your house he suddenly thinks dream is his dad, who are you to break his heart?

genre: fake dating to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

note: i wanted to write something for dream so here we go! your son's name is cyprus <3 this one is super long im sorry, but SO worth it

pronouns: she/her | fem!reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: use of 'mom' and use of 'clay' , swearing , implied one night stand

edited by: @jschllatt

"MUMMMMM!"

you jumped up, startled awake by the sudden screaming.

"cyprus? wait a minute- CYPRUS?"

you flung the sheets off your body, shaking the blond laying beside you.

"clay- clay get up!'

your voice was in a harsh whisper, hurriedly flinging a t-shirt over your body as you moved around the room. clay groggily turned over, wondering why he was being awoken so abruptly.

"what?" "cyprus is home- i don't know why but you need to MOVE."

the little pitter pats of feet became louder. you quickly dashed out the door, engulfing the little man in a hug. his blond tufts tickled your cheek, tiny arms wrapped around your torso.

"MUM!" "hey cy- where's your babysitter?"

at that, cyprus' babysitter, niss walked in.

"i'm so sorry y/n, cyprus insisted on going home and he escaped from my grasp. before i knew it, he had put in the pin and barreled through the door."

you shot her a sympathetic look, knowing how much of a handful cyprus could be. at that moment, clay had groaned again, bothered by all the noise.

"mum? what was that?"

cyprus tried to peek around your shoulder, but you quickly shut the door.

"no one honey, why don't you go unpack all your stuff from your bag, okay?" "okay!"

you stood up once more, searching around for your wallet. cyprus, although curious, listened to you. niss snickered from beside you, watching cyprus run off.

"nice shirt you got on there."

you look down, heat rising to your face. you had thrown on the first thing you could reach, which also happened to clay's black t-shirt. it was quite oversized on you, draping loosely around your figure.

"well i wasn't prepared for you guys to come back early, alright?"

you handed her the money, before beginning to make some coffee.

cyprus, on the other hand, fished his shampoo out of his bag. he enjoyed using your tub in your bathroom, so often his soaps were over there. he walked over to your room, somehow staying out of yours and niss' line of sight.

twisting the knob, cyprus dropped the bottle at the sight of the mysterious man in his mother's bed.

"cyprus? what was-"

your eyes widened as cyprus stood in the doorframe, jaw open. luckily, dream had put on a pair of sweatpants, but he was still tired. so, he laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. he looked up, realizing what had happened.

"oh, hello-" "mum, is that-" "oookay- i think we should shut that door."

you shut the door once again, crouching down to cyprus' level. you pinched the bridge of your nose, unsure how to even EXPLAIN to cyrus who clay was.

"cyprus, that's-" "my dad! that's dad, right?! he has the same blond hair like me and he is sharing a bed with you! that's what mums and dads do right, share a bed?" "yes, but-" "I HAVE A DAD!!"

cyprus started running around, fists in the air. he whooped and cheered while you stayed crouched there, frozen.

'what the hell just happened. . .'

niss stood in the kitchen, watching the whole thing go down with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. she tilted the cup up, finishing it before placing the cup in the sink. she grabbed her bag, waving lightly at you and walked out the door.

"good luck! see you later!" "NISS COME BACK-"

she was gone.

you sighed, waiting for cyprus to calm down. well, now you suddenly have a huge problem on your hands. cyprus bounded up to you, a large smile on your face. his big doe eyes stared at you, as if ready to plead with you already.

"can i talk to him? please?"

you felt awful inside. you were lying to your son but you couldn't break his heart. he was so excited to finally have a father. cyprus' biological father had actually left before cyprus was even born, no contact or support. he had been wanting to know about his father for a while, but you had simply pushed him off, waiting to tell him until he was older.

"ahh i don't know, he's not feeling well. maybe i should go talk to him first, you can watch some cartoons, okay bud?"

cyprus pouted but he knew better. he walked over before turning on the tv to the children's channel.

you stood up, opening the door to your bedroom. closing the door behind you, dream sat at the edge of the bed, feet planted onto the floor.

"everything okay?"

you sigh, playing with the hem of your- or his shirt.

"so. . . i think i got us into a little situation." "which is. . .?" "so my son saw you- and he thinks you're his dad." "and you told him i wasn't, right?"

the silence had told him it all. you avoided his eyes, finding the bedframe much more interesting.

"y/n- i'm not his father. you're going to have to tell him."

your voice cracked, although you were unsure why.

"i know- i just don't have the heart to tell him. the kid's gone through so much without a father, he's been waiting and i can't tell him no." "then what are you going to do?"

he pushed off the bed, unplugging his phone from the nightstand beside the bed and slipping it into his pocket.

"can you just- pretend to be his dad? just for a little bit before you can, oh i don't know, go on a realllllly long trip? then i can tell him the truth and you won't have to deal with any of it." "are you sure that this is going to work?" "yea, i know my kid. i'm going to have to break it to him eventually, i just want to give him some joy. i'll even compensate you somehow-"

clay stood there, studying your face and figure. he only sighed.

"okay, i'll do it. but i don't want anything in return." "wait- are you sure?" "yea. if he does somehow end up in the media though there isn't too much i can do with the crazy stans." "i doubt he will- i will try to keep him out anyway."

he only nodded, rubbing the back of his head.

"so what am i supposed to do right now?" "well i guess you meet him and we could go get breakfast. . .? and get ready."

dream crossed his arms, smirking at you.

"y/n i'm going to need my shirt for that."

you flushed once again, pressing your forehead against his chest.

"right, right, let's hurry up."

a little over ten minutes later of freshening up and mentally preparing yourself, you opened your bedroom door. emerging with dream, cyprus immediately whipped his head towards you, bounding towards dream.

"DAD!"

he caught his legs into a hug to which dream responded with an affectionate head rub.

"hey bud, good to see you." "you're here! why were you gone?" "i was on a really long trip bud, i'm only here for a little bit and then i'll be gone again." "you even look like me! look- mum we'e both blond!" "i see that- this is clay, cyprus." "we even have names that start with 'c'! i love him already!" "cy, have you eaten yet?"

he shook his head no, arms still wrapped around dream. you hoped he wouldn't get too attached. soon enough, dream would be out of his life.

"let's go out for breakfast then." "okay!"

untangling his arms from dream, he raises his arms up towards him. dream had seemingly flipped a switch, immediately sweeping cyprus in his arms before ruffling his hair.

"you're a big boy huh, eating properly for your mum?" "yup!"

little giggles filled the air as you walked out of the apartment and your stomach felt bubbly.

maybe this won't be so bad after all. . .

---

the next couple days had been smooth sailing, although there was a small shift in routine. dream would stay over a couple nights, going back when necessary. apparently, his roommate, sapnap, had been informed about the whole situation.

or as dream says, went like this-

". . . and yea so i probably will go back and grab some stuff and then be gone for a couple days." "clay, when i said don't get the girl pregnant, i didn't expect you to speedrun it and also get a child."

cyprus, of course, enjoyed all this time. anything dream said or did, he hung onto it. it was kind of cute to see the two of them sitting together on the couch watching football or dream wiping the sauce off of cy's face.

it didn't help that cyprus happened to share the same dirty brown locks that dream did, giving them a resemblance. dream was being the perfect stand-in father, caring for cyprus, cleaning up, cooking- if his skills were good enough for it, and even paying for things.

you had even played the part of 'loving parents' even though you weren't actually married. everytime dream left to his home for more items- or even left the room, a small kiss had been pressed to your forehead or cheek.

currently, you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your work meeting in about an hour. you smoothed down your blouse, almost ready. niss was about to come and pick up cyprus while your meeting ensued.

or she was.

*ring*

"hello?" "y/n- i'm SO sorry but i don't think i can make it, an emergency came up." "niss- who am i going to get to cover for you? i have a meeting in less than an hour!?" "i know, i feel awful but- maybe ask the lady next door??" "that woman is my last resort, she cares more about her cats than cyprus." "then- i don't know, dream?" "i would hate burdening him-" "ok i got to go! bye!"

and she hung up. you let out a sigh, unsure what to do. finding dream's profile, you hit the call button. setting your phone down on the counter, you brush through your hair.

"y/n?" "dream- hi sorry, are you free today?" "free? how so, cuz if you wanted to see me you could've just-"

you scrunched up your nose, trying to suppress the heat arising to your cheeks.

"OKAY not like THAT but- i have a really important meeting today and cyprus' babysitter had an emergency. can you watch cyprus for today? it's only for a couple hours." "yea sure, i'm free today." "oh thank you so much, i know this isn't really a part of our deal but-" "hey don't worry about it, i don't really mind. i'll be home anyway." "thank you again, i can drop him off in a couple minutes and he's going to have everything he needs so don't worry about anything." "alright, see you soon."

hanging up, you walk out to the main room where cyprus sat colouring in a workbook.

"ready to go bud?" "isn't niss going to pick me up?" "small change of plans bud, niss is busy so i'm going to drop you off at clay's." "wait i'm going to dad's?!" "mhm, it'll be for a couple hours and you need to be on your best behaviour."

you don't even know if he had heard the last part, cyprus hurriedly tugged on his shoes instead. he was so excited, you could tell from his body actions, now jumpy and bubbly.

one short drive later, cyprus was dropped into dream's arms.

"yikes bud, that's a heavy bag, why don't you go put it down?" "okay!"

you turn towards dream, who wrapped an arm around your waist. he tugged you against him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"he's not in sight- no need to act." "what? i can't show some appreciation to my baby mom?" "uh huh, like he's your real son."

you broke away, crouching down with your arms out.

"okay cy, i have to go! do you want a hug?" "bye mum!"

you briefly hug him before dashing out the door.

"alright bud, what do you want to do first?"

---

you never heard of the end of that day. cyprus raved for DAYS about spending the day at clay's and meeting 'uncle sapnap'. he went on about these great stories of the sword fights they went through and hiding around dream's house. you could recall every detail by heart of his stories by how often cyprus mentioned it.

"mum can i go to dad's?" "not today bud, we have to start planning your birthday party, remember? he's also coming over tonight." "oh yea!! dad is coming to my birthday, right? and uncle sapnap?" "mm we will have to ask."

cyprus' birthday was rounding the corner and you had to prepare yourself the most. if dream ended up going, then how were you going to explain to your family that cy suddenly has a dad? especially after they saw you wrecked when your ex left you alone and pregnant.

maybe i'll ask clay about this. . .

---

"a birthday party? in here?" "why not-" "it's too small in here, why don't we have it at mine?" "yea!! let's have it at dad's!" "cy you have sauce on your mouth still- go wash it off please and let me talk to clay." "okay mum."

you shift your body to dream who sat besides you, sipping on a glass of water.

"i can't just ask you to have the party at your house, it's perfectly fine to have it here." "but i'm OFFERING- it won't be much of a problem, i want to pay for everything. just leave it to me." "you've already done so much-" "i'm not taking no for an answer."

you sigh, knowing there was no winning in this discussion.

"more importantly, cyprus always has a bunch of family over for his birthday- and after his biological dad left, i'm not sure how to even explain or anything, really." "mmm- well we can just avoid their questions." "what if they corner you- or me?" "i'll stick by you the entire time. be a 'devoting partner', don't worry about it."

you sigh once more, slumping your body to lean against his.

"you're right." "i always am." "you wish."

you swat his arm lightly as he let out a laugh, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up.

---

you knocked on the door of clay's tan coloured house, the bright blue door contrasting the rest. gift in one hand, cyprus' hand in the other. dream had seemingly gone all out, a balloon arch adorning the front of the house and lawn decor.

"cyprus! the little birthday man is here!" "uncle sapnap!"

the door opened. emerging a cleaned-up sapnap and dream.

"well i don't think he's little anymore, the big guy is five now." "dad!" "and you must be y/n, clay- and cy, of course, has told me a lot about you." "likewise, glad to meet clay's roommate."

"oh my god look at all the decorations!!"

dream really had the whole place decorated head to toe. balloons were everywhere, banners hanging left and right. all you needed was some confetti and the whole pace would be entirely covered.

"alright, let's get this party started!"

just like dream had said, he stuck by you the entire time, either an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder. he had honestly given off the perfect adoring father image, watching out for cyprus when needed, making sure he didn't hurt himself.

he spoke eloquently to your family, you were sure they all adored dream. they laughed at all his little jokes, smiled at him. you swore they liked him more than you.

"y/n didn't tell us they were even dating you clay, she must've been trying to hide this gem from us." "i think it's the other way around, i try to keep y/n all to myself."

he pulled you closer to him, your face embarrassed and flushed. you could only mumble, looking downwards.

"mom please, you can stop gushing over him." "i can't help it! even cyprus loves him and calls him 'dad', cyprus needs a father figure in his life."

dream sensed your discomfort and fear, your body tensing with every word.

"i'm glad cy sees me like that, i love seeing him and he's really grown onto me. sorry, but i think you have to excuse us, we are going to get the gifts, i think sapnap was really excited to show his to cyprus."

he led you away and towards the gift pile. he released you from his hold before facing you and pressing a kiss to your head.

"are you alright?" "yea, i'm sorry my mom was getting after you."

he picked up a couple gifts, signaling sapnap over to help.

"don't worry about it."

you suddenly noticed how many presents there really were. there had to been at least fifty.

"wait a minute, how do we have so many gifts?" "i may or may not have gotten him a lot." "clay-" "i couldn't help it, okay. i wanted to get him a lot." "he's going to like you more than me at this point." "good."

you send him a playful disapproving look, causing him to break out into a wheeze.

"i'm just playing, you'll always be the most important person in his life for raising him."

"IT'S GIFT TIME!"

---

at this point it had been a couple months into your little scheme and cyprus had quickly grew attached to his routine. he began to spend more and more time with clay and sapnap, especially after sapnap gifted cyprus a kid's sized skateboard. the two of them had been teaching cyprus how to skate, with the proper attire and padding of course.

it did give niss more of a break, allowing her to rest and take more time towards her med school. today was one of those days but you had work, unable to join cyprus at dream's house.

dream had also planned to stream that day, leaving cyprus in the hands of sapnap for a couple hours. so with his door shut and locked, or so he thought, he calmly went on to streaming.

"tommy you need to move." "but dreammm, i need your help!" "i'm not helping you-" "DAD!" "wait what, dream you're a dad?"

dream whipped around in his chair, muting his mic in the process. chat and tommy were going insane, wondering who the child was and why he called out 'dad'. cyprus had run in and somehow the sound of the door was drowned out by his headset.

"look at my drawing!" "it looks great, cy- but what happened to uncle sapnap?"

all the alarms went off his head. he wanted to keep cyprus out of the fandom's view, as a part of his deal to you and to protect him.

"mm he fell asleep on the couch!" "okay well, can you go out there and wake him up? i have to do some work, alright bud? you can't come in here." "okay. . . can you play after?" "sure, i'll play with you after, how does that sound?" "okay!"

dream guided him out, making sure to lock the door this time.

ahh sapnap- you're going to have to start paying rent after this. . .

---

"so. . . did you explain?" "no, not exactly. i just ignored it but maybe i'll just tell them i had family visiting or something."

you chewed on your lip, unsure what to do. the two of you sat across each other at the kitchen table, warm ceramic mugs in hand.

there is one option. . .

no.

you didn't want to resort to leaving but maybe it was for the best. cyprus has grown really attached and if dream disappeared, then you wouldn't have to deal with the fans or the lying any further. this was already agreed upon, so what was the harm?

"do. . . do you think we should end this?"

dream's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting that. flashes of memories glossed over his eyes, the little moments of watching you and cyprus run around, teaching cyprus how to skate, all the 'family' meals.

he fought down the urge to shout no. he knew this would come to an end soon, so why did his heart ache? casting a sideways glance, he quietly responded.

"if that's what you think is best."

there was no response from you. the air that was once comforting had become tense and awkward.

inside, you don't know what you were feeling. was it regret? hurt? sadness? or all of the above and more?

why hadn't he refused? wait- no we agreed on this at the beginning and i shouldn't think like that.

"how do we do this?"

dream looked down at his reflection in his mug, index finger twirling around the edge of the mug.

"i think a week. let cyprus know i'm leaving so he prepares himself. then i can say i'm going on a long trip and i won't be back." "sounds like a plan."

---

the next week was full of silence. no longer did laughter spill out of yours or dream's lips, instead replaced with fake smiles and awkward laughter. cyprus tried to cling onto dream as much as possible. he was strong for a young child, trying to hide his sadness.

"alright cyprus, we have to say goodbye to clay, he's got to go now."

the tears began to leak.

"i'm going to miss you dad." "i know, i'll miss you as well bud."

dream lifted cyprus into his arms, letting him silently cry into his neck. dream felt his own eyes get glossy, whispering soothing things to cyprus.

you watched, your own nose starting to run. upon hearing your sniffles, dream moved towards you, pulling you into the hug. he rested his head on top of yours, letting the silence sink in.

"okay, well this is it, i have to leave or i'll miss my flight."

you pulled away, letting him put down cyprus. cyprus immediately dilently demanded to be carried by you, to which you obliged. he dug his head into your neck, cheeks still wet.

"bye cy, bye y/n."

dream came for one last kiss. one on cyprus' cheek and one on your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, forehead burning but you kept the tears at bay.

and with one swift motion, the door had shut. he was gone.

softly, cyprus spoke.

"mum?" "yea?" "will dad come back?"

no.

"i'm not sure sweetie."

---

after a bit of silence and hugging, you had to prepare and move on for the day. niss was coming to pick cyprus up again and you had work.

*knock knock*

"hey niss." "woah, is everything alright?" "cyprus might be down today, dream is gone."

cyprus had then walked in, bag in hand.

"oh- did you ever tell him that clay isn't his dad?" "NO! HE'S MY DAD!"

startled, you guys turned towards him.

"oh cyprus, dear- i'm sorry." "you're lying."

his eyes became puffy and red, once again the waterworks was in place.

"cyprus, i'm not lying. clay isn't actually your dad-" "NO! I HATE YOU!"

he dashed off, leaving you standing there. your heart shattered. he had never screamed at you like that before.

this was a mistake. i should've told him from the start.

"i'll go get him, you head off to work."

you gulp nervously, nodding your head before heading out the door. you were going to have to give him space.

---

"cyprus, come on, let's go out."

niss tried to coerce cyprus out of his spot, hidden under blankets in his bed. the five year old's sniffs could be heard loud and clear. the shake in the fabric signaled a no.

"we can go wherever you want. how about that?" "wherever?" "mhm."

slowly, cyprus dragged himself out, latching his hand onto niss'.

"alright here, put in the address cyprus, i have to take this call."

he nodded, pressing his little fingers along the screen of the car's gps.

"okay! here we go, sit in your carseat!"

niss blindly followed the gps, trusting cyprus picked some sort of park or restaurant.

"look cyprus! that plane is really close, it's like it's land. . .ing?"

she looked around, realizing she was driving into the airport.

"cyprus? why are we in the airport?" "to find dad!" "what??"

she pulled to the side of the drop off zone, turning back to look at the smiley child.

"okay cyprus, i know your mum told you that he went on a flight but he's not here." "he will be!" "what?????"

he opened his fist, revealing a small device.

"cy, what is that?" "dad gave it to me! he said when its an emergency, to push the button." "but it's not an emergency cy, and he probably won't come." "he has to! he promised."

before niss could react, cyprus had unbuckled himself and stepped outside.

"CYPRUS!"

well shoot, y/n is going to kill me.

---

your phone rang, niss' profile right on top.

"hello?" "y/n- we are at the airport." "what?"

you froze. staring at the clock, you started gathering your items. scooping them up into your arms and into your bag, you ran to the elevator.

"no time to explain but cyprus is trying to find clay." "i'll be right there."

---

"clay, you need to get up." "why?" "why? because you've just laid in bed for the entire morning, we need to eat."

sapnap stood leaning against the doorframe, unimpressed with dream’s response. suddenly a sort of alarm sound came from dream's phone.

"what the hell was that?" "it's my emergency device i gave cyprus- he might be trouble."

dream jumped up, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head in a rush. sapnap watched in confusion.

"I GOT TO GO- SEE YOU LATER!" "bye?"

---

you hastily parked your car, slamming the door as you got out. your mind was running a million miles per minute as your feet clicked against the concrete standing area. you swept your gaze around, searching for cyprus or niss.

“CYPRUS? NISS?”

of course it was rush hour. you had to weave in and out of people, leaving you out of breath.

‘how am i going to find them in a huge crowd?’

you continued to speedwalk, head turning ninety degrees in every direction. through the gaps of people, you noticed a familiar backpack.

“CYPRUS!”

he turned around, seeing your face. fear set into his bones, from your anger and guilt from his previous screaming. as you ran towards him, he tried to move away, but too slow for your much longer legs.

you held onto his arm and held him back from going any further, seeing niss run up.

“so sorry y/n, i didn’t think he would know to go here-” “cyprus, what were you thinking?”

you crouch down, looking into his glossy eyes. arms by his side, he tried to look away.

“i don’t want dad to leave again. I want him to stay.” “oh- cy i know, i do too but it’s too late.”

“then why did you tell me you wanted to end it?”

an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.

“DAD!” “what-”

standing up, dream stood behind you. messy haired and face slightly puffy, but out of breath, he was there. cyprus broke out of your hold, running to him. dream immediately picked him up, pressing a kiss into the tufts of his hair.

“don’t leave me again, please.” “i won’t, i’m here for you.”

tears from both boys were mixing in pools on the floor, while you stood there. niss nudged your arm, gesturing towards them.

“well? aren’t you going to join them?”

dream set cyprus down, pulling you into a tight hug. he buried his head into your shoulder, tears stained your shirt. you hadn’t even noticed you were crying until you felt his shirt was damp on your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing small circles on his back.

he pulled away before gently placing his hands on your jaw and placing a kiss on your lips.

“h-how are you here?” “cyrus had an emergency button, although i didn’t think he’d use it for this.”

taking a glance at cyrus, he only had a cheeky smile. you sighed, rubbing the top of his head before leaning into dream’s chest. dream’s voice rumbled from talking, picking up cyrus with his free arm, the other around your waist.

“so? what now?” “i think- you’re here to stay.”

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[fett-djarin]

Stress Relief

Here it is! This is entirely self indulgent and filthy! Im a wh*re for the croissant guards

Also I headcanon Fox looking like how amikoroyoaiart draws him. her art is so good!

Commander Fox x f!reader

Crossposted on ao3

Rating: 18+

Length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: Oral (m receiving), that good sloppy toppy, office sex, cursing, light grinding, making out

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Bringing the Guard their morning caf had become a tradition, of sorts. You knew the caf in the mess wasn’t good--in fact, it was barely even palatable. When you first started as a new secretary, it had been your timid way of offering friendship to the imposing troopers who worked so hard to keep the planet safe. They warmed to you quickly. Thire was the first to remove his helmet in front of you, plonking it down on your desk and taking a long pull of caf barely a second after you handed it to him. At your stunned look, he had just raised a brow and said, “Long patrol last night,” with a shrug.

As the others had become more comfortable with you, you had seen most of them without their buckets at some point--except for Fox. He always took his caf with a polite “Thank you, ma’am,” and retreated to his office. You knew it was against regulation for them to remove their helmets while they were on duty. But even when you dropped off the caf in his office, he was at his desk with his helmet on.

“He keeps it on so you can’t tell if he’s actually asleep,” Thorn told you one day. “I suspect he even does it while we’re standing guard sometimes.” You laughed aloud at that. The serious Commander Fox, asleep standing up. He was right though, you never would be able to tell.

The first time Fox removed his helmet in front of you, you hadn’t expected the gray dusting his temples, but honestly you weren’t surprised. The poor man was stressed beyond belief and worked half to death. You were more surprised that he finally did it in the first place. Fox sighed, running a hand through his unruly curls, before taking the caf and giving you a tired smile. He thanked you by name that time. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

From then on, he had been without it more when you went into his office. You even caught him sleeping once--head resting on his folded arms, bucket set next to him--and had done your best to deliver the caf without waking him. Maker knew he needed the sleep more than he needed hot caf--if Thorn hadn’t told you he snuck naps with the helmet on, you would think he ran off caf and stubborn will alone.

One morning, after you had passed out caf to the others--and a little cup of whipped cream for Grizzer--Fox hadn’t made an appearance, so you made your way to his office to drop it off. You knocked lightly on the door. “Come in,” his gruff voice called, and the door slid aside. You smiled at him, noting the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at seeing it was just you. You set the cup down on his desk. You had just turned when a touch on your wrist stopped you.

Fox was looking up at you, helmet cocked to the side. “You know you don’t have to bring us caf every time you work, right? The boys better not be nagging you for it.”

“I know,” you said. “I enjoy doing it. And it’s the least I could do.”

“The least you could do?”

“You all work so hard. You deserve more, even if it’s just better caf.”

He squeezed your wrist gently. “You don’t owe us anything. It is our duty to the Republic--”

“I know, Fox,” you tried to hide your grin, and failed. “But you’re also my friends.”

That seemed to surprise him, hand falling from your wrist as he sat back in his chair and regarded you curiously. You made your way back to the door, pausing in the entryway and looking back over your shoulder.

“Have a good morning, Commander.”

“...You as well, ma’am.”

The door slid shut behind you. Fox slipped his helmet off, setting it on his desk and staring hard at the door you had disappeared through. His eyes flicked to the paper cup of steaming caf, brows furrowed.

It was the first time you had called him by his name.

Friends?

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After that day, Fox seemed to be trying to talk to you more. Instead of taking his caf and running off, he would stay, either to chat or just hang around for a minute with you and the other Guards. Stone nudged Thire, who nudged Thorn, and they all looked over to where Fox leaned his hip casually against your desk and you were laughing at something he said.

“Did someone replace Fox while we weren’t looking?” Thire questioned under his breath.

“I’ve never seen him so...cheery,” Stone said.

You smiled up at Fox, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth. They watched as your fingers grazed the back of his hand where it rested on your desk. “Think something’s goin’ on between those two?” Thorn asked, gesturing vaguely over towards you and Fox with his cup.

“Absolutely.” Thire didn’t hesitate to answer.

The three quickly snapped to attention as Fox excused himself, heading their direction. You gave them a small wave. Thorn was about to wave back before Thire thumped him in the arm.

“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” Fox grumbled as he passed them, heading to his office. “Get to it.” You hid your laugh behind your hand seeing the three Commanders scramble to disperse.

Evening rolled around, and you cocked your head side to side, stretching your neck and shoulders. You had been going over forms all day, datapad after datapad, organizing reports and requests for the Chancellor and the Senate. Your shift was almost over, and you were getting ready to go home for the night.

Various members of the Guard had come and gone, leaving and returning from patrols. Senators and representatives had filtered through; less and less as the evening progressed. You were just getting ready to leave when Fox stalked through, back from his rounds, tense and practically vibrating with irritation. He didn't even spare you a glance as he disappeared into his office. If the doors weren't automatic, he likely would have slammed it shut.

You knew he had a thankless job--a job he had no say in having, either. Usually it was something to do with the Chancellor that got him so worked up. Half the time you thought Fox would strangle the man himself if he could. Maybe you should take Fox out to one of the cafes nearby, just for a second to breathe and not carry the weight of the Guard on his shoulders. Was that against regulation? It might be better to invite him back to your apartment. Or did that imply too much?

You pushed yourself up from your chair, mind made up. He could always say no. You wouldn’t be offended.

You paused outside the door to his office, listening carefully. You couldn’t hear anything from the other side. So, you knocked.

“What.” Fox’s biting tone surprised you, but you didn’t take it personally.

“Commander? I...It’s me,” you said hesitantly, and then wanted to smack yourself. Confidence. “Is everything alright?”

No response. You took the silence as a sign that he wasn’t interested in talking. That was fine. You didn’t want to impose if he needed time to himself. The door slid open just as you had stepped back, intending to leave. Fox sighed, jerking his head to direct you inside.

The door shut behind you, and Fox sat heavily in his chair at the desk. Another deep sigh, and his shoulders slumped. He pulled his helmet off, setting it aside, and you caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes before he put his head in his hands.

“Commander Fox?” You took a tentative step forward, so you were close enough to reach out and touch his shoulder.

He looked up at you. There was still tension lining his shoulders, hands flexing into fists and then relaxing. Stress. He opened his mouth to say something, frowned, and then closed it again. He cleared his throat. “Did you need something?” You could tell he was making an effort to soften his voice, likely as to not snap at you again.

“I just wanted to check in, sir,” you said, coming around the desk to stand next to him, leaning your weight against it. “It looked like something was bothering you.”

He waved his hand in the air vaguely, brows pinched. “You don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ you’re not one of my men.” He looked like he was debating saying more, so you waited patiently, quietly, hoping he recognized that you were here to listen if he so needed.

“As you likely know, there’s a gala coming up. Senators, politicians, ambassadors, Jedi….” Fox huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s going to be a security nightmare. And the Chancellor,” he spat, venom in his voice, “has been on my case about patrols and the Guard. Always demanding more. We’re spread too thin, and not getting the support we need--” he cut himself off. He was getting himself worked up again.

You placed your hand over his where it was clenched into a fist on the desk. It relaxed under your touch. Fox heaved another sigh mixed with a groan. “I’m behind on paperwork too,” he glared at the stack of datapads sitting to the side. “I don’t know where I’m supposed to find the time to do everything.”

“Hmm,” you reached over and picked up one of the datapads, skimming through it, hopping up so you were now sitting on the desk. It was just a patrol report that needed Fox’s signature before being filed. “What’s your CC number?”

“CC-1010,” he answered instantly, then regarded you with suspicion. “Why?”

You signed the bottom of the form: CC-1010, “Fox,” and submitted it.

“What are you doing?” his voice seemed to have kicked up an octave.

“Helping you with your work. I deal with paperwork and holoforms all the time,” you said, picking up another datapad and scanning through the information. “Most of the time it’s to make sure there’s a document trail. Most of these probably don’t need an in-depth review, they’re not important. They just go in the archives and are never looked at again.”

“I--you--that’s illegal,” he sputtered. But he seemed more surprised than serious.

You raised a brow at him, signing his designation and name once again before submitting the next form. “Are you going to arrest me?”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate. Interesting. Then he had a thought. “Your handwriting doesn’t even look like mine.”

“Doesn’t it?” you showed him where you had signed. It was almost identical to his scrawling script. His eyes flicked between the form and your face, incredulity on his features.

“How…?”

You shrugged. “It’s something I’ve always been good at. Saved me a lot of trouble as a kid when I needed my parents to sign for something at school. Especially when it was a disciplinary note.” Fox barked a disbelieving laugh at that and you couldn’t help your sly smile. “Even if I didn’t mimic your signature, no one would notice. Or care. You could mark the lines with an X and it would go through; it’s only the acknowledgement they care about. You can even draw a loth-cat face and have that be in the archive forever as a signature.”

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened with a chuckle. “Some of these aren’t just patrol reports though. I actually have to read through the more important ones.”

You handed him a holopad as you picked up your third. “How’s this: we work on these together; if I find one that has important information or requires more than a signature, I’ll give it to you.”

He regarded you for a long moment, debating your offer. Some of the weight had lifted from his shoulders; he looked less tense, less overwhelmed, even less exhausted. Then he slowly nodded. “All right,” he said. “But you have to let me buy you coffee for once.”

“You don’t have to do that--”

“We’re friends. Right?”

That stopped you short. You did consider him and the other guards friends, but to hear him say that he also considered you one...it was nice. It made a pleasant warmth flutter in your stomach, and you couldn’t help your shy smile at his words. “Right,” you agreed. The soft upturn of his lips made your breath hitch. He looked so young when he smiled.

The two of you worked in companionable silence, steadily making your way through the stack of datapads. You had been correct--most of them were unimportant; standard reports and forms that required a signature purely for protocol. Every once in a while you handed one over to Fox for him to read through. Slowly, your free hands had crept together, and Fox hoped to the Maker that you didn’t notice how warm his cheeks had gotten. 

Your thumb rubbed soothing circles over the back of his hand, and he didn’t notice he was staring at the way your fingers moved rather than reading through the form you handed him until you cleared your throat. “Fox?” you asked quietly. His gaze landed on your lips. He wanted you to keep saying his name, he wanted to hear it again and again--

You brushed a stray curl back from his forehead. A tug on your arm had you stumbling forward off-balance, and you would have fallen if strong arms had not wrapped around you and pulled you into an armored chest. Heat rushed to your face at the new position you found yourself in: sat in Fox’s lap, his hand still entwined with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It was gentle, soft. His lips pressed to yours chastely, far more gently than you expected him to be, and you felt the datapad fall from your hand. The sharp clatter of it hitting the ground made Fox pull back, but then you grasped the back of his neck, twining your fingers in his curls, and pulled him back to your mouth. He tossed his own back on the desk with a groan as your lips met again.

You licked the seam of his lips, and he opened for you. Fox was content to let you lead. His hand gripped your hip, and he sighed into your kisses, melting from your affection. You don’t know how long the two of you stayed like that--tasting, breathing each other in, sharing languid kisses full of pent-up desire.

His wild curls were soft in your fingers, and he all but purred when you lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. The hard plastoid of his thigh plates was uncomfortable underneath you, and you shifted your hips slightly in an effort to find a more comfortable spot. The breath hissed out through Fox's teeth, and your face flushed with warmth realizing you had brushed against his codpiece. His fingers tightened on your hip and thigh, pulling you towards him, encouraging your hips to roll against him again.

It was an awkward angle, with you sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, but from the hitch in Fox’s breathing it was doing something for him. You hummed into his mouth before pushing yourself up, holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you swung one leg over so you were now straddling him, chest to chest.

“Better?” he rumbled, nipping your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. You squeaked as his palms cupped and squeezed your ass, tugging you closer. Both of you basked in each other's eager little breaths and soft noises, hungry and wanting for more.

"Mhmm." The new position allowed you to feel the firmness of Fox's codpiece against your center when you pressed your hips into his. Fox really appreciated the new position, with your tits against his chest and free access to grope your ass. He almost whined into your mouth at the steady slow grind you started against him.

You wanted to hear that noise again. An idea struck you. You wanted to taste him. One more deep kiss, then you shimmied back off his lap. Fox made a noise of protest and tried to pull you back to him, but you just grinned and shooed his hands away. The floor was cold on your knees as you settled between his spread legs.

“What are you--oh,” he cut off with a harsh breath as your deft fingers unclasped his codpiece and tossed it away. Immediately, your palm cupped the warm bulge at the front of his blacks. He shifted in his seat, and you noticed his cheeks and ears had flushed a shade darker. How cute.

“Commander,” you purred, slowly stroking him through the fabric.

“Y-yes, cyare?” His hands flexed at the arms of his chair. He was struggling to not reach out and pull you back on his lap. Normally so composed, Fox now looked wrecked with his lips slightly parted, kiss-swollen, and hair mussed.

“Will you let me suck your cock?”

Fox spluttered and fumbled at your bluntness. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, still slowly stroking him over his blacks. You could see him fighting with himself. Maker, he wanted it. He wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around his length. But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to--he also desperately wanted to pleasure you.

“Please?” you leaned forward and mouthed at his clothed erection, letting your spit soak the fabric. Your eyes locked with his, looking up at him with your best faux-innocent look, like you had no idea what you were doing to him. But Maker, you were hungry. You wanted him.

“Fuck,” the word sounded as if it had been punched out of him. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the rich brown of his irises. “Fuck, yes--”

You wasted no time in tugging the band of his blacks down. A shiver worked its way through him; seeing you on your knees in front of him was a dream--a dirty little fantasy he would never admit to. Many nights alone in his quarters or in the showers he had roughly fisted his cock to the thought of you in situations that were most definitely unprofessional, biting the back of his hand to keep his noises at bay. And now here you were, the sweet secretary, making his dreams become reality.

The sliver of warm skin revealed to you made you instantly want more, and you couldn’t stop from pressing a light kiss to his hip. Then you eased his leaking cock from his blacks. Fox hissed in a breath through his teeth as your hand loosely wrapped around him, pumping his length slowly. The precum that dribbled from the tip slicked your grip. He was thick and firm in your hand, like velvet-wrapped durasteel.

The first stroke of your tongue against his cock made him curse. You licked slowly, working your way from tip to base and back, tracing the pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Taking the head of his cock in your mouth, you tasted the salty tang of the precum that leaked from him. When you hummed around him, his hand shot to your hair, fingers winding through the strands. He didn’t push you down or pull you away; instead, he merely just...held on.

Fox’s breathing kicked up watching you worship his cock with your tongue and hands. You enjoyed watching him try to hold himself together, slowly making him fall apart piece by piece. Your head bobbed up and down his length, each time taking more of him. Your hand continued to pump and work the rest you hadn’t fit in your mouth. He breathed out a string of words in a language you didn’t understand, but from the tone it sounded like he was praising you.

All his little noises were making the heat coil in your core. Wetness pooled between your legs, and you clenched your thighs together for the slightest bit of relief. You closed your eyes to concentrate, focusing on the weight of his cock on your tongue, the heat of his body. You slowly took more of him in your mouth until you felt his tip bump the back of your throat. Breathe through your nose. Fighting off your gag reflex, you swallowed around him.

“Shit! Shit, mesh’la--” Fox cried out above you, feeling your throat constrict around his length. He tugged gently on your hair, and you pulled off him with a gasp. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” It was meant to be a warning, but he sounded too breathless for it to carry any weight.

“But Commander,” you looked up at him, enveloping the tip of his cock in the heat of your mouth and gently sucking. His thighs twitched under your hands, cock throbbing, and you pulled off with an obscene pop. “That’s the best part.”

You were messy, letting saliva drip from your mouth and down his cock. You sucked, licked, and kissed every inch of his length until it was sopping. When you ducked down to take his balls in your mouth, his breath hitched, hand tightening in your hair, and a low moan came from him.

“Gedet’ye, mesh’la, gedet’ye--” Fox choked out.

“Hm?” You pulled back, hand wrapped around his cock and continued to pump him tightly. You twisted your wrist when your hand brushed over his head. He was panting lightly, and looked deliciously wrecked.

“Gedet’ye,” he said again, “please.”

You smiled at him, and he felt his heart jump. You looked filthy, lipstick--Coruscant guard red?--smeared, lips and chin wet with spit. “I want you to cum in my mouth, Fox.” Then you brought your mouth back to his cock and sucked, laving your tongue over the sensitive head as one hand stroked the base. The other came up to cradle his balls, and he was done for.

Fox cursed up a storm in both Basic and Mando’a, nearly doubling over as his orgasm was wrenched out of him by your clever mouth. You kept your gaze connected with his, eyes hazy and half-lidded. Warm spurts of his release filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down, milking his cock until he had nothing left. Subtly, you rubbed your thighs together, so turned on it nearly hurt. Seeing Fox fall apart for you stoked the fire of arousal in your core.

He had an arm thrown over his eyes as he slumped in his chair, chest heaving for breath. “Stars above, you’re going to kill me,” he said. You giggled, hands running soothing motions over his thigh plates, even though he couldn’t feel it through the plastoid. He looked boneless and sated, which was exactly your intention--well, part of your intention.

Then he was guiding you back up, cupping your cheek and kissing you hard. It was desperate, deep, filled with so much emotion that you couldn’t decipher it, you only knew that you felt the same. You moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss, and you noticed the glint in his eye and his sly grin before he kissed you again, standing and guiding you back to sit on his desk.

“Now it’s my turn.”

[huneekrispee]

Hello! I'm a new person at your blog! I wanted to request some Ranboo comfort? ( Platonic of course! ) I've been having some nightmares about my past stalker. Ranboo doesn't know the reader has a stalker yet. She/her pronouns. You can ignore this if you're uncomfortable tho! I understand! Love u and take care of yourself!

Secure

Pairing: p! cc! Ranboo x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: The trauma of her situation can't seem to leave (Y/N), following her everytime she sleeps. Out of options, she turns to her best friend, Ranboo, for comfort.

Warnings: entirely platonic!!, nightmares, mentions of being stalked, a little pinch of angst, a whole cup of fluff :), hugS!

Requested? Yes!

Word Count: 616

A/N: Hello, I am so sorry you had to go through something like that :( Sending my love and support from beyond the screen, you deserve the world :) <3 If you ever want to rant or just talk, my dms are always open!! I hope you have an amazing day/evening/night, and stay hydrated, happy reading! -Hunee <3

In the dead of night, the lampposts scattered evenly along the sidewalk shine bright. The faint sounds of a car driving past would echo through the street every once in a while, the headlight of the car stretching into houses through the faint gap in the curtains, coming and going quickly.

Gasping, (Y/N) shot up, eyes wide. She gripped her heart, panic clear in her expression.

Quickly looking around the area she was in, (Y/N) calmed down a little bit, seeing that she was in her best friend's room. She was safe.

They couldn't get her here. Not anymore. They were gone.

But even just the thought of that person made (Y/N) more upset.

Closing her eyes, the girl shoved her face into her hands. She felt a lump build up in her throat, unconsciously letting out a strained whimper.

She couldn't even sleep in peace. The buildup of her tears became too much for her to hold back, and (Y/N) began to openly sob into her hands, too shocked and upset to control them.

"(Y/N)? Are you- Woah, what's wrong?"

A groggy voice echoed throughout the room. It was Ranboo, her best friend, still full of sleep, but instantly became awake when he heard her cries.

(Y/N) heard him shuffle out of his blanket, turn on the light on his desk, then he came over to where she was sitting. Slowly, he pulled her hands off her face, revealing (Y/N)'s tear-stained face in the low light.

Ranboo's expression turned soft as he observed how the girl seemed to look at anything but him.

"Are you okay?"

She fiddled with her fingers, lightly flicking her nail with another one. (Y/N) slowly shook her head, looking down. The fluffy-haired male continued to look at her, waiting for her response.

The girl brought her knees to her chest, burying her head into her knees. She hid her face away, feeling tears start to build upon her lower lash line once again.

"No."

Her voice was meek and quiet, like a mumble.

Smiling sadly, Ranboo took (Y/N)'s right hand in his, lightly running his thumb over her knuckles. It was a habit he had kept on doing for years, and he knew it helped comfort (Y/N).

"Do you want to talk about it?"

(Y/N) shook her head, face still hidden in her knees "Not really." She didn't think she could handle talking about it right now. All she wanted was a distraction to help shift her thoughts to something else.

"Okay. That's fine. Just know that I'm always gonna be here, okay? If you need me or want to talk about it later, I'm going to be here, okay? Do you want a hug?"

She nodded, finally looking up at Ranboo.

He moved to lean his back against the wall, watching as the girl moved her knees away from her chest, settling down with her legs crossed.

Ranboo opened his arms, stretching them out in (Y/N)'s direction. The girl immediately went to hug him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

She closed her eyes, leaning into her best friend's embrace. Ranboo's long arms hugged her back, rubbing his hand up and down (Y/N)'s back, soothing her distress.

Moments like these were always comforting for (Y/N). With the two being best friends for years, Ranboo had picked up on ways he could comfort his best friend, and vice versa for (Y/N).

And as they sat there together, hugging against the wall, (Y/N) slowly drifted off. Limbs going limp, she fell asleep.

Secure in her best friend's arms, away from anything that could harm her.

[accio-slytherout]

Trending

pairings: p!cc!dream team x streamer!reader

characters: Dreamwastaken, Sapnap, Georgenotfound

mentioned characters: none

warnings: swearing, shouting, fighting

reader pronouns: they/them

summary: After a long stream, (Y/N) decides to sleep but unfortunately the Dream Team seem to have other plans. That plan resulted into them being trending on twitter.

note: Thank you to @dreamwrldz for reading through this and correcting some mistakes, along with making the title! au where the dream team lives together but reader also lives with them, and uh, no covid, thanks.

masterpost

(Y/N) had just been enjoying their own relaxation time after a long stream they had just finished off, until something disturbed the peace. They heard obnoxious shouting from the room across theirs, shouting something along the lines of "PUT WATER AT THE BOTTOM!" repeatedly as if a record had been broken.

(Y/N), who was tired beyond belief, decided to brush it off and continue resting their eyes. Surprisingly, they did manage to get a few minutes of shut eye. However, they unfortunately woke up again to a series of argumental yellings periodically boucning off of each other.

Fed up and already annoyed enough as it was, they went out their room and into the room next to theirs with frustration written all over them. Bursting through the door, they shouted;

"GEORGE! Can you please shut the fuck up?! Some of us are trying to sleep here!"

Only to be greeted by George looking half surprised, and holding in laughter from the situation.

Loud wheezing rang in George's headphones, along with giggles in the background.

"What the hell?"

Dream managed to say between his contagious laughter. George started laughing along with the team, and (Y/N), confused as ever, looked at his monitor with instant regret.

There showed a minecraft respawn screen, and they suddenly realised what was happening.

Dream had said earlier that they were all going to record a manhunt at night with each other. (Y/N) had completely forgot about it since their stream had distracted them.

"Put it in the extra scenes Dream!" Sapnap exclaimed, while the rest of the people in the call collectively agreed. George relayed the message to (Y/N) with much amusement, and (Y/N) was embarrassed, to say the least. Scolding their friends in a video for a youtube channel with over 20 million subscribers was not really in their bucketlist.

Quickly apologizing, they went back to their room to drown themselves in self pity and embarrassment.

The next morning, (Y/N) went downstairs to get some breakfast, greeted by Dream, who was already eating his breakfast.

"So.. is it alright if i post the thing last night into the manhunt's extra scene?" Dream said out of the blue. (Y/N) had forgotten that happened. Clearly, it was embarrassing, but it would make good content for the viewers.

They decided to agree and let it slide for Dream to put it in his video. It went trending on twitter after Dream uploaded and many were to say the least, entertained. It was trending long enough to be given a personal description. Most of the tweets were just about how relatable they were and how they couldn't stop laughing.

#1 on Trending in the US, Streamer (Y/U) makes an appearance in youtuber friend, Dream's extra scenes for his famous minecraft manhunt series by telling the group to quiet down for their well deserved beauty sleep.

ty for reading or interacting :D