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[orchiid-fields]

groans. hi rainy… um you know who this is hi 🐒 ( you can use my name i don’t mind btw i just wanna claim the lil monkey ahead of time ) umm ummm. hi .

idk thinking abt very new relationship feelings makes me ache a little, i was wondering maybeee i could request a lil ficlet of like (gender neutral) reader n funky kong on their like 2/3rd date and where the reader is incredibly worried about not being good enough for him (having such intense feelings for him is extremely scary for them) but they‘ve been friends forever and funky had eyes on them for such a long time (so yes he wants them bad.) and please no pressure tho i appreciate you even considering do this !!! tysm…..🥹🧡

*ೃ༄ [ notes: since you said your name was totally good and great, hi freddie!!! it's an honor to get to write for you and you being my first request!! i really hope this lives up to the prompt!! usually ficlets are a little hard (not that i mind you requesting one at all!! for you my brain kicked in 🙂‍↕️) because sometimes i can't plot well. but it worked in my favor this time!! i reaaaally hope you enjoy this because it was super super fun to write aaahhh!!! ]

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*ೃ༄ [ content notes: gn!reader; heavily implied kong!reader; bits and bops of insecurity; implied long history with funky kong, it can be read as childhood friends; very reassuring funky kong. good ol' comfort ficlet 😌🫶]

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it’s the third date. it’s official. well- it’s not official official, because they haven’t set anything in stone, but that’s what dates are for, right? seeing where the lake takes you? figuring out if the compatibility extends beyond the fondness. i mean, you two have been friends for so long, so the compatibility has to mean something, right?

this date was funky’s idea. the first was your own, the second was something you both could indulge in, and this one is something he thought up of. it was a small travel across the canopy, and with the blaring sun out, he preferred a shaded area. not that he minds the sun by any means, he’s as addicted to it as donkey’s as addicted to the recognition of the many other vast kongs. but he’s always very aware of your aversion to the sun. well, not aversion, but it does have quite the effect on your physical state.

that sun does get a little more than headache-y, if funky’s honest. even he has his own limits.

while traversing across the vines and branches of cannonball trees, he flashes you a grin. one of those playful ones. he was always significantly better at moving around— not that you weren’t, but as it still shows, he can move those hands and legs through each opening without struggle every single time. funky’s moving fast enough that you perch on a thicker branch momentarily to catch your breath. you can’t keep up as long as he can, and it was a frequent occurrence for you to need a minute. not to mention, he’s a much larger specie of kong moving fast— it gets significantly harder to keep up regardless how hard you try sometimes.

funky never misses this, of course. he climbs a little higher than the branch you’re resting on, and hangs upside down. funky’s head turns to you, a little concerned, despite the familiarity.

“you’re a little more out of breath than normal.” funky notes, not much playfulness in his tone. he’s lacking any of his teasing vibe— is it that noticeable? that you struggle behind him sometimes? ah, you love him so dearly, you’d hate to worry him. you can’t help the way your heart starts nearly palpitating as he raises his glasses, those kind eyes softening with a great amount of concern for you.

for you, you think. you internally cringe. how were you able to befriend funky so easily? you’re not even sure. he gets you, yet you still constantly wonder why he sticks around. no, you’re not ungrateful, but you certainly are…confused. or maybe it’s the doubt? sure, not every kong is perfect, but you seem to have much more struggling factors than anyone else you know. everyone else can function so well and easily and keep going, and sure, you can too, but why does it feel so drastically different?

for crying out loud, diddy’s a kid who can move much faster and similarly to funky’s own speed, why can’t you?

funky notices that look in your eyes. no, not even that— the knit of your eyebrows, your expression is equally unfocused and extremely pensive, your lips are pulled into a frown that speaks volumes. his face relaxes and he readjusts his position next to you, now perched right beside you.

“that look in your eyes— are you doubting yourself again?” funky asks. he’s curious, not judgemental. his tone is warm like the sun, not icy with scolding for your mindset.

still, you snap out of your daze and shift awkwardly on the branch below you, your long tail curled around it for security.

“i’m just…” you hesitate. voicing your feelings audibly is hard. writing them and crying is easy, because no one usually sees those tears and you can deliver the message. this, however, is a raw vulnerability. you have to talk to funky and try not to cry at the same time. it’s not like he berates you for crying, he never would nor has, but even still…that dread lingers.

“i worry. about this. us.” you finally manage. you brush a fallen leaf from the tufts on your shoulder. “i love you, i love you so much. i have for…a good amount of time. hah, you already know that, i already…spilled every bit of my adorations to you when- ah, nevermind, that’s not the point.”

funky scoots closer. “(y/n)—”

“and i just love you so much that i want to be perfect for you! and even though my heart and mind and soul probably know you love me for just being myself because you tell me it time and time again— i want to be…everything for you.” you rant, only to rub a hand over your face. then press your palms to your eyes. the sting with an emotion that makes your mind scream. “i just want to be good enough for you because you’re so, so lovely-”

funky tries again. “(y/n), hey, listen—”

“and i’m me, and i know you say you love me but i don’t want you to be with me out of obligation because we’ve known each other for so long! and i know i have qualities that other kongs find frustrating or unusual or-”

“(y/n)—” funky says a little more firmly. it still doesn’t reach that approaching tidal wave.

“and i fear that if i mess up even a little, you won’t want anything more to do with me because every expectation you have of me is just…ruined by one little mistake i probably would've known i could prevent and-” you choke out, your voice breaking. still, your worried rambles are interrupted.

“(y/n)!” funky exclaims, but it’s not a yell. it’s not a scolding. it’s not harsh. he’s grabbing your attention, and you focus on him. your eyes are wide, and your vision somewhat blurry. you feel two hands hold your face and his thumbs wipe away the tears that have gathered in your eyes. his expression is just so warm and tender, he’s not one bit exasperated by your worries.

“(y/n)...i understand. i know where you’re coming from.” despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation, he smiles, almost as if he were recalling a memory. “trust me, as long as i’ve had it bad for you, i completely understand. the doubt, the worries, that maybe just being me will make this a mess…”

funky pulls you into his arms, keeping a steady balance as he keeps you close. he moves one arm to further steady the position by holding onto a branch. “but y’know what?”

you sniffle and wipe your face. “mm?”

“you stuck by irregardless. and that reassured me you still liked me. you keep going on these dates with me, so at least your words still prove true— you still love me regardless of my presence, my “cute little quirks” as you say.” funky teases that last one. you can feel your face be solar beamed by the sun. not literally, it’s just that warm.

“you- how do you-”

“i heard it through the grapevine, (y/n).”

“candy…” you muse. you groan and bury your face into the fuzziness of funky’s bicep. he gives a loud, hearty laugh.

“but my words are serious, (y/n). i’ve been by your side for years, yeah?” funky affectionately strokes your cheek with his large thumb.

you nuzzle into his palm. “yeah.”

“so stop worrying about the things i already love about you. you’re not tainting my view of you by you being…you, i’ve already seen and loved it all. i will continue to love it all.” funky reassures.

you feel tears gather into your eyes. you lightly smack his chest as you try not to start bawling. funky lightly chuckles and rubs your back. his lips come to meet your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before he draws back.

“two things.” funky says lightly. “if you can’t keep up, you are more than welcome to latch onto my back.”

you sniffle and nod. “got it. thank you.”

he hums with a nod. then he tilts your head up. funky’s eyes are nothing but loving as he speaks again. “the other— how about we make it official? i want you. i want you bad, (y/n). and i know we agreed we would test the waters, but i already know i want this. that i want you. all of you. i don’t need dates that are like our times hanging out to know i want you to be my lover.”

your heart just about skips a beat at that. funky can’t be serious. yet...you don’t hesitate. you latch onto funky like a vice. you want this more than anything. your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest at this rate. “yes- yes, a million times, yes!”