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#sereinics #2/2/22

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FUN IN THE SUN.

n. wooo, haven’t been here in a hot minute, but this is an imagine for @sushisoot​ ‘s writing event! i was gonna post this the night before the deadline but school was kicking my butt :( p. p!ranboo x gn!reader ( reader uses they/them prns! ), p!niki x reader ( if you squint ) w. 565 words. highschool au. volleyball team. this is not haikyuu lmao :D

Today was the final game of the volleyball season, and Y/n was not feeling it. 

Their legs were super sore from so many days of practice, and they felt like their legs were going to collapse. Plus, the game was outside, so the heat would be unbearable.

Y/n looked up to see their coach speaking to them, and trying to soothe everybody’s nerves. 

“I want you guys to try as hard as you can, remember this our last game. If we win, I’ll be so proud of you guys, but if we lose, I’ll still be proud of you, because you did your very best. Alright, the game starts in 5 minutes, I’ll allow you guys to chat with your fellow teammates in the meantime.” She waved her hand as a sign of dismissal, and the team dispersed.

Y/n walked over to her teammate and the team’s libero, Niki. They greeted her with a smile and quick hug.

“Y/n!” Niki gushed, “How are you this morning?” Her light pink hair with up in a low ponytail, and her jersey with blue with white accents, whereas Y/n’s was white with blue accents. 

“I’m good! Pretty nervous for this match but I’m feeling confident that we could win!” Y/n replied. 

The two engaged in a bit of small talk, chatting about school and daily life struggles, you know, the usual. Their conversation got slightly interrupted by their coach motioning them to come over and do team handshakes. 

As the team lined up, Y/n found themselves to be stuck between their two closest friends, Niki and Ranboo. Niki was the team’s libero, because of her agile build and high stamina, and Ranboo was the team’s middle blocker, mainly because of his height. Y/n was the team’s setter, and Ranboo and they were two of the team’s important players, mainly because of their sets and his impactful spikes. 

The two teams all high-fived each other, as a sign of good luck, and went to their coaches. 

“Ok you guys, get ready, and stay focused, you all know who’s first on the lineup. Y/n?”

They looked up to the eyes of their coach, who gave them a beaming smile. “Spike well.”

They nodded, and their coach brought them all in for a team huddle. All of them stuck their hands in the middle, and yelled “Go, team!” The team spread up, some sitting on the bench, and some staying on the court. 

Y/n ran to their place, in the right front, and found Ranboo already there. 

“You ready?” Y/n questioned.

“Always,” Ranboo replied, moving some hair strands out of his face.

“You know,” Y/n said, fixing their kneepads, “if we were to 1v1 each other in a volleyball match, I could like, totally beat your ass.”

Ranboo started to chuckle. “You can’t even reach my knees.” 

Y/n started to laugh, and stuck their tongue out at him. The blow of a whistle indicated the start of the match, and the two turned to face their opponents. 

“After this match, we better settle who’s better,” Y/n whispered. 

“At the park, whoever wins pays for dinner?” Ranboo answered. 

Y/n nodded, and the two shook hands, determined to win both matches. 

Turns out, Ranboo lost money, and Y/n got to tease him about his ‘sucky’ volleyball skills.

#sereinics #highschool au #volleyball #sushisoot my beloved #ranboo x reader #niki x reader #platonic fic #i had to remember the mechanics of volleyball to write this lmao

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wait i wanna do this, send a number in my inbox and i’ll answer it :D

⚖️ this or that asks

1 - thunderstorms or rainbows?

2 - books or movies?

3 - hoodies or denim jackets?

4 - city or countryside?

5 - achieve world peace or end world hunger?

6 - pop or rock?

7 - many acquaintances or a few close friends?

8 - cats or dogs?

9 - antiheroes or sympathetic villains?

10 - catchy beat or deep lyrics?

11 - bright colours or pastels?

12 - greek or roman mythology?

13 - coffee or tea?

14 - sweet or savoury?

15 - reading or writing?

16 - summer or winter?

17 - autumn or spring?

18 - strawberry or mango?

19 - friendship or romance?

20 - headphones or earbuds?

21 - rom-coms or horror?

22 - morning person or night owl?

23 - dark or brightly coloured clothes?

24 - easter or halloween?

25 - metal or rap?

#keitalks #this or that #get to know the author

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yooo sushi you should play cookie run kingdom! the graphics are really cute and i heard lilypichu voices one of the cookies (i think her name is onion cookie!)

guys recommend me games (mobile) to download im boooored

#sushisoot my beloved #cookie run kingdom #IT'S SO GOOD #I REALLY WANT ONION COOKIE NOW #BUT I ALSO WANT ESPRESSO COOKIE CUZ HE'S KINDA HOT NGL

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this has made me way too sad, sushisoot i’d like to marry your writing :D

▸ and all that you did was make me fucking sad ⊹ ꜜ .ᐟ ❜

c!wilbur x reader [ ft. l'manbur, ghostbur, revivedbur ]

ᵔᴗᵔ ⧣ summary: three times you fall in love and fall apart all over again.

ᵔᴗᵔ ⧣ warnings/disclaimers: swearing! angst. open ending. implied death. angst again.

tbh... wilbur's character still confuses me cus i haven't watched every dsmp lore stream in existence. but hopefully, my characterization is accurate enough to not make anyone feel bothered by the vagueness of it all <33 dedicated to @sunniewrites

Wilbur has always been good with words.

He sways people with it; charms them with that handsome smile and those twinkling eyes. That's how he gets far—how he managed to survive this bleak world; how he managed to start a nation from dust—

How he managed to make you fall for him so easily.

You can say that you hate him, say that he's a terrible person—you can say that there's nothing in this world you'd love more than to have never met Wilbur. ( And it was true, for brief moments in time; yet it would lose to short-lived tangled legs and sweet nothings whispered into your ears. )

But the way he writes on the stars and swears his heart to you, you can't help but lose that passionate hatred. All that—i wish i never met you—gone without a trace. Anyone can hate him, but not everyone can disagree with him.

Wilbur Soot is a fucking esoteric menace. And you love him even if you can't understand him, because, honestly, who does?

The sound of the camarvan's door gently closing, followed by heavy ( —yet light all the same; almost as if he's floating—floating around your mind and make it stop go away— ) footsteps fills the room.

"What's your pretty little head thinking about?"

And his voice. His stupidly low voice that sounds like soft bells chiming and hummed lullabies—it's addicting. It's poisonous. But you're only Eve. You're only the fool who would give in even with warnings blaring in your head and all around.

You don't bother turning to look at him, knowing that you'll only find yourself losing to whatever battle he's begun in your brain. "Stuff," you reply, clipped. "I'm busy, Wil."

"You're always so busy," Wilbur complains playfully, and your eyes tear away from the stained parchment in front of you and into mirthful eyes.

"That's because I'm out here trying to be productive, asshole," you mutter. Wilbur's grin widens. Rolling your eyes, you rest your temple against your palm, saying, "and what could the president of L'manburg possibly want from someone like me? More paperwork?"

"Aw, darling, come on," Wilbur muses, eyes zeroing in on the red flush spread across your cheeks. He smiles knowingly. "Why not come outside with me for a bit, yeah?"

"No."

Wilbur pouts. "Y/N—"

You gently push him away, eyes wide. "Okay, no, no. Don't start that with me. Go! Shoo!"

Firmly, Wilbur's fingers meet your chin, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes are steely, determined. "Come outside with me." And it's not a request anymore; it's an order. Or, at least, to you, it is.

With a defeated sigh, you bat away the papers stacked on your desk ( or maybe it's an excuse to tear your chin away from his grip ) and push yourself off of your chair. You try not to stare at Wilbur's gleeful smile.

He takes your hand and leads you outside, to the fresh air of the SMP, to the walls surrounding Wilbur's precious glory, and back to him—him and you, you and him; the world feels reborn again when he does this.

"Look at it," Wilbur says, sounding awfully distant but free. "Look at L'manburg. A beauty, huh?"

You find yourself smiling, eyes fluttering shut as you breathe in the scent of flowers the boys probably picked and planted for you. "It's beautiful." Your gaze catches on the dark walls ( it's such a big contrast, isn't it? This nation stands for freedom, a new light for you and everyone; so why do the walls feel like a prison instead of protection? ) and you falter.

"Dream doesn't like it, though," you murmur softly, remembering the limp Tommy had to bear with alongside a tiredtiredtired Tubbo. Eyebags hang under their eyes. Too young. Too naive.

Wilbur hums. "And we're not stopping until he has no choice but to like it. He has to accept us, eventually." He licks his lips. "And if he doesn't—well, you know how tyrants fall."

You frown at that.

"We're going to make our way up," Wilbur tells you, with the similar excitement as a kid with great eyes and big dreams, "and we keep on going until no one can fucking touch us anymore."

But what happens if we fall like tyrants do? When you're already at the highest point, there's nowhere else to go, Wilbur.

"We will," you agree absentmindedly, despite your thoughts, and Wilbur gently squeezes your hand.

He's holding your hand and even tracing shapes on your palm. It's too intimate. But the thing is, it's not like you haven't done this before.

He's always been … touchy with you. Too affectionate. Too flirty. It's almost as if he knows that you're in love with him, so he's messing with you just for the fun of it. It's a funny thought, really. Wilbur is not that much of a dick, but it seems like something he would do.

"What are we, Wil?" you can't help but ask, but then regret the words as soon as they flew out of your mouth.

Wilbur pauses, staring up at you. You can't read him this time, when he's usually smug and all-knowing, it's easier, but... You hate it when it gets like this; you know you've said the wrong thing. But what's the wrong thing? Why is there a wrong thing? Why are you treading on eggshells around him?

"We don't have to be anything," he says, almost as if he's reminding you. It doesn't silence the questions, though it does help to make you focus on his voice.

"But I don't want us to be nothing." You carefully tear your hands away from him. You're missing his warmth already. "...Don't you feel the same?"

Wilbur persists, taking your hand into his own. "Hey, look at me." You oblige, yet the overwhelming sincerity and fear that this conversation is headed into causes your eyes to warm up with unshed tears. "I love you, okay?"

"Okay."

"Did anyone make you think I don't?"

You do. "No."

Wilbur smiles, heaving your hand up to his lips, and you feel warm again.

The day Philza came onto L'manberg was the day you learned something.

And it's that Wilbur Soot is a fucking liar.

The first time Ghostbur sees you, you're angry. Hot tears spill down your cheeks as your knuckles strain in a bone-white grip. Your head is screaming liar liar liar traitor traitor traitor, and it never shuts up even for a second whenever you're around curly hair and broad shoulders.

The second time Ghostbur sees you, you're devastated. You got over your hatred and accepted that yes, you fucking love Wilbur Soot, and yes, you're sad that he fucking died. But if he was here, would he even care that you felt this way? Because it sure as hell didn't seem like he loved you when he yelled for his own father to kill him.

The third time Ghostbur sees you, he's right beside you.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, staring right at those hollow eyes. It's not so different from back when he was alive, honestly. And then you scold yourself for thinking such things.

Ghostbur smiles; it's fragile, careful. "I know."

"Oh."

Ghostbur heaves himself up from the log-made-bench. He turns to you, kneeling down, so he matches your eye level, and with painful sincerity in his voice, he says, "You're in a lot of my memories."

He only remembers the good ones, Techno told you one time, back when you were informed that some version of Wilbur is around. He'll say he won't remember anything bad, so don't feel hurt.

You're already hurt because of the fact that you were the last one to know about Ghostbur.

"What do you remember, then?" you ask softly, a small smile playing on your lips. So easy, your mind sneers. A bit of flattery, and you'd forget what he did to you.

"I remember when we met," he says, voice hoarse as ever, "when it was my birthday, and you were there, when we became best friends, when you came with me when I was with Tommy. And there was a van! There were papers. Grass. And then when we, uh, kissed." The last line comes quiet, timid.

He remembers almost everything, you realize, staring up at him in awe. "Do you remember when it was just the two of us in the van? When we talked?"

He tilts his head in confusion.

You exhale slowly.

So it was a bad memory, huh?

When news spread around that Ghostbur is gone, you weren't surprised, too used to the death of everything love and life that you barely at an eye at Tommy's words.

"Right," you mutter, curling in on yourself.

Tommy says that you're fucked up for not caring.

It wasn't like you didn't care. It was more like you have no reason to keep on caring too much anymore.

They said something about heartbreak once. The ones who grieved the most, the ones who had their hearts torn and are still slowly stitching it back together with thin strings.

Once it's over, you're gonna wish it never even begun.

Is that how you're supposed to feel? Real hatred? Real disgust? Over the man you once swore your life to even without any stupid contracts or sliced palms for the marks of blood on paper?

You can't imagine ever wanting Wilbur dead. ( Dead again? How do you even phrase this? )

Because as much as he chewed on your heart, and as much he promised hundreds of things yet never kept a single one, you still love him.

You still love him, and you don't think you never will.

When Wilbur came back—or Revivedbur, as people like to call him—you're prepared this time.

"Darling," he greets with a broad, theatric smile. He walks closer and closer until you both share a breath. "Did you miss me?"

You stare at him, and with a stone-cold expression, you still say, "I did. But that doesn't mean I want you back."

He grins, unaffected by your hostility. "I'm back, and I'm here to stay," he says, tilting your chin up with his fingers. Familiar. Intimate. It's never different when it comes to Wilbur, huh? "I missed you."

"Oh, did you now?"

"'Course I did. I love you, okay?" he murmurs, in the exact same tone he used that day. With the same soft eyes. Same low voice. Same fucking lie.

"Okay."

Maybe now you understand why it's a bad memory.

AHH! sorry for the abrupt ending. i feel like this was the best way to end it because the fic follows what the reader feels: left with more questions than answers. isn't that neat?

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#sushisoot my beloved #literally all of wilbur's arc's made me so sad #I'M SOBBING OMG #i'm not crying you are #c!wilbur my love

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THROWING AWAY HIS SHOT.

n. so this a little imagine i made a little while back, i kinda hate it but oh well :D p. not really much of a paring tbh. w. 552 words. angst. c!dream and c!sapnap. prison lore. inspired by “the world was wide enough” from hamilton.

Dream sat on the floor, leaning against the obsidian wall of his cell. A small smile crept on his face, and he let out a small chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Exciting? Is this amusing to you?” Dream heard, he looked up to see a tear-faced Sapnap, behind the bars that separated him from freedom. The masked prisoner said nothing, his mask not showing any emotion. Sapnap sighed and looked away, tear streaks becoming dry on his cheeks.

“You’re a monster you know. Don’t you care? Tell me! Tell me you don’t care! Say something!” Sapnap screamed, fist banging on the cell bars, a loud bang echoing. Sapnap still tried to have this gimmer of hope that Dream would change for the better.

Still, Dream stayed quiet, unmoving. The smile he had slowly turned into a smirk as Sapnap kept banging against the bars. The prisoner heard small sniffles escape his old friend, although he was unsure if they were even friends anymore. Then silence fell, everything was quiet. Sapnap hated the quietness, it made him uneasy, he hated how Dream didn’t talk. It was deafening. Had he changed that much? Dream, on the other hand, didn’t mind. He had gotten used to no sounds, it made him feel at peace.

“Dream, you threw away your shot to change for the better. Now everyone hates you.” Sapnap’s saddened voice rang in Dream’s ear, he desperately wanted to stand up and beg his best friend not to leave him. But he knew better, he was the villain in this story. 

All he had wanted was a big family, the whole Dream SMP being one big family. He had tried, he did. But all went downhill the second Wilbur, Tommy and their other companions had decided they wanted independence. The first war erupted, the first war that would lead to many more. After so much effort, Dream found a solution. It was a risky one, but it was worth a try. He concluded that for the SMP to be a family.

They needed to be united.

They needed something to unite them.

A common threat.

But everybody that Dream seemed valid for this, only disappointed him. Schlatt was dead, Wilbur was dead, and Techno was in retirement. To him, there was only one person left.

Dream always had to do everything himself.

He threw everything away, his things, his friends, his past life, and his attachments. He manipulated, he exiled, he destroyed, killed, hurt, and pained many. But in the end, it was always Dream who was the most pained.

Everybody hated him, his friends, his family, the people in his SMP.

To them, he was a monster, a villain, a heartless creature. A threat.

But in the end, it worked. They had all united, united to remove the threat.

To remove Dream.

So now as he rested against the obsidian wall, darkness surrounding his vision, his last peace of hope broken, Dream sighed. He closed his eyes, a single thought running in his mind.

He did it. Finally. One big family.

“Wish I was part of it…” Dream’s voice echoed, barely a whisper.

As he laid, forgotten, hated, despised, and broken. A villain in the history books, made to unite and to be killed in the end.

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SUSHISOOT LET ME TELL YOU THAT I LOVED THIS, THE ENTIRE PLOT WAS REALLY GOOD AND I JUST LOVED IT SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH THIS PIECE OF WRITING <33

▸ MANHUNT, MANHUNT ⊹ ꜜ .ᐟ ❜

this tied with the quackity fic so i worked on this first because it's already pre-written :]

ᵔᴗᵔ ⧣ pairing: manhunt!dream x gn!reader

ᵔᴗᵔ ⧣ notes: i don't even do word counts anymore but 4K WORDS WTF? also, for the sake of my sanity, im only putting in the muffinteers sorry :( i love ant and sam but it would be too hard to write

ᵔᴗᵔ ⧣ warnings: swearing!

Dream. You've heard of him before, perhaps more than thousands of times.

He's a legend, as they say. Too slippery for you to get a hold of him, only caught in pictures and stories with a rush of green blur and a glinting diamond sword.

He's hunted, as they say. You don't know who he has wronged, but you do know he's skilled at getting away with it. Perhaps he's a criminal? A cold-hearted murderer? Either way, he's brought entertainment in your world, and you're grateful for it.

The nether is such a boring place.

Though, this game of theirs … it's entertaining. You've always adored them.

You've observed them for months, most likely ever since they began this chase. From the hunters successful in their hunt to struggling to keep up, developing plans to slow him down until his limbs went limp and they could catch him. From Dream losing to him winning more even when the numbers of hunters have increased.

"There they go again," you whisper to yourself, a poorly stifled grin creeping up your face as you hear the familiar yells of panic echoing around from the portal; it bounces off the cave-like structure of netherack surrounding the blocks of obsidian. Startled piglins scurry out of the way as figures rush past them.

"Oh, Dream!" they all sing simultaneously, eyes wild and untamed.

"Leave me alone!" Dream yells back, jumping down from a cliff as he manages to land straight onto the haybale he's brought.

You watch as they chase him around, yet they can barely catch up as he jumps from tree to tree and easily ducks away from the arrows thrown his way.

"I'm catching onto him! I'm right behind him!" a brunet cackles, even though he's not even close to Dream.

There's hunter number one. He wears goggles, has a mop of soft brown hair, and screams that can shatter glass. Dream has called for him thousands of times before, saying, "oh, George," in that low sing-song voice that never fails to send chills to anyone's spine. George seems to be one of the clever ones, yet he's not the quickest on his feet, so he's got to have tricks up his sleeves if he can even think about catching Dream off guard.

He's the first one, you remember. And most likely the first one to die every time.

Another brunet grins, twirling his sword around with his fingers, dazed with his bloodlust frenzy. "C'mere, Dream!"

Then, there's hunter number two. He has a headband tied around his forehead to push his hair back, has a fiery grin that burns more than lava around your land, and bravery that leaves him as the best match against Dream. He's called Sapnap, you're pretty sure; Sapnap is possibly the only fighter that can keep Dream on his toes.

Sapnap is a fierce one. Dream watches out for him every time.

"Don't let him get away, guys!" another figure reminds them, barely catching on as he tries to refill his hunger every time it's hardly affected.

The third hunter. He wears black and red with a sunny smile, has bright white eyes that glow in contrast to his skin, and seems to lack the ability to curse. He mothers the hunters and is the most resourceful one of the group, and when the others need help, he's always there for them.

You like that BadBoyHalo guy. He once apologized on behalf of Dream when he littered TNTs around the fortress to the piglins. They let him off safely.

It was a hassle to clean, but you suppose it's not so bad when you get to see them … and him.

Him.

The hunted. Dream.

You suppose you can say he's your favorite one. He's always wearing that green hoodie and has a smiling mask pinned on his face, so you don't even know what he looks like, though what you do know is that he's someone you've never seen before—especially for a human from the overworld like him. He's quick and strong, slippery when he's chased, and terrifying when faced with a sword.

You should hate him for bringing their little games to your place and leaving you and the piglins to clean after them, yet you find yourself entranced every time he comes around.

But it's hard. Curious and bewitched, a helpless prey like you caught in the webs.

Ironic how you call yourself victim to the prey.

You frown, straightening once you've realized you've lost track of them.

The portal is long abandoned. You can't see much from the makeshift window of the fortress, but judging from the trail of arrows, you can only guess that they're on their way here.

It's unfortunate that the portal spawned too close to the fortress this time, meaning that their nether trip will be too short. They haven't done a manhunt for months, and now you can barely even see them!

You curse, disappointment tugging on your gut, though you don't let it affect you too much.

With a sharp turn, you whirl around—

"What the—"

—And hit something. Your eyes widen, feeling unfamiliar warmth on the pads of your fingers. You almost got lost in it, somehow. It's hot in the nether, sure, but this was an addicting type of warmth—one that felt like hugs in a cold night rather than lava pools by your feet.

Time seems to come to a pause, captured into a picture and framed in museums of 'most embarrassing moment in history', and it's only a few more seconds that you snap back into reality.

"You're not a skeleton," you mutter, looking up to see a porcelain mask staring back at you.

Shit, shit, shit— It's Dream! When the hell did he get here?

Have you spaced out too long?

He stares at you for longer than he should, possibly confused by your presence. It's your fault; you hadn't paid careful attention today and let yourself get caught by the same people you were supposed to hide from.

"You're a human, aren't you?" he asks, eyes straying mindlessly all over your figure. "What are you doing here?"

You can't help but push your hands against his chest, trying to keep your distance from him in embarrassment of the heat radiating off of him affecting you too much. Yet, he barely moves, and it only looks as if your attempts were too weak.

( He's just strong, alright? You're not weak. )

"Are you okay?" he all but demands, fingers reaching out to check your wrist, where the blanket of leather fails to cover your skin. "You don't have any injuries," he mutters; he's panting slightly, breathless from the run, it seems.

You tug your hand away from him, causing his mask to stare back at you.

It's more unsettling when he's so near like this.

Before you can even speak, cries of Dream's name ring out from afar, slowly getting nearer and nearer each second.

"Fuck," Dream mutters, and your eyes fall on the sharp jawline accentuated by the tilt of his head. He looks back at you. "You're coming with me."

You gape at him, wiggling evasively. "I don't—"

"Oh, Dream!"

You can only hope Dream didn't feel the way your pulse quickens at the sound of marching. He looks back at you, and gently—barely noticeable at all—he tightens his grip, yet not enough to hurt.

"Now."

With that, while still holding your wrist, he leads you away from the voices.

"Muffins!" Bad cries out, stomping his feet on the red ground as he huffs dramatically. "Where the heck did he go?"

The air is heavy with the smell of dried blood and the intense heat of the lava, stinging their sensitive human noises. Three boys breathe out in frustration, gripping the roots of their hair tightly. They've lost track of Dream.

Sapnap groans. "He can't get too far, right? He literally wears the brightest shade of green—which hurts my eyes, by the way—we would see him miles from here!"

Bad holds his head in his hands, mumbling a mantra of the strange set of curses he has.

George clicks his tongue, watching the arrow on his compass turn swiftly. It moves, and it doesn't stay in one direction for longer than a second, but then George notices something strange. His eyes widen. "Wait... Isn't the fortress that way?" He gestures aimlessly at his left. "Why is he going right?"

"Wait— Look! Look!" Bad yells, pointing above their heads where the cliff is. "That's Dream! He's going back to the portal!"

Sapnap splutters, getting ready to charge after him. "Why would he be running back to the portal already? I've only seen him kill, like, one blaze!"

"No, no, not that," Bad says, all but cutting his finger forward as he pushes Sapnap back. "Look! There's a person behind him."

And Bad's right.

"Is that—has Dream recruited someone?" George exclaims, features twisted into sheer panic. "They're holding hands; he's recruited someone!"

"Is that even allowed?" Sapnap sounds like he's ready to burst into tears at any second. He's still trying to move forward, but Bad still has a firm grip on him.

They see another figure dragged around by the wrist, following the swift-footed Dream as they jump from block to block.

Bad frowns, gripping his sword tightly. "It doesn't matter! There's still three of us; he's still outnumbered!"

George slouches, world-weary as he buries his face on his palms. "I don't think you can ever outnumber Dream..."

Sapnap curses, swatting Bad's hand away, finally. "They're getting away, idiots!"

"Where did you get all these blaze rods anyway?" Dream asks

He breathes out, tense as he tries to figure out where he came from to leave the Nether safely. You just follow him obediently, unsure of what to do. ( He's the expert here, after all. )

( "Why do you visit the nether?" you ask, watching as he looks around the building desperately, yet each corner doesn't seem to please him.

Dream turns to regard you for a moment, saying, "I need blaze rods from here. Plus, this place gives good trades for pearls."

You quirk a brow. "That's all?" )

"When you've been living here for your entire life," you muse, "you're bound to start a collection."

Dream chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "I never thought you would be a big help this early on."

You smile, but then see that he's led you to the nether portal. And as quickly as you felt excitement, fear washed over your soul.

Dream notices your hesitation.

"Have you never been here before?" he asks.

You suck in a sharp breath. "No... No, I haven't, I think." The portal makes a loud noise, and you step back out of instinct, staring warily. "Sorry."

But instead of feeling annoyed, he seems to perk up. You're a bit surprised at how expressive he appears to be even while wearing a mask. It must be a talent. "You're in good hands, then." He grins cockily, as far as you can tell by the mask, and your eyes slip down to where skin meets skin, suddenly reminded that he's still holding your hand.

Quickly, he pulls away, embarrassed—it almost seems as though you've burnt him somehow. You didn't like that, but you guess you'll spare him from questioning it.

"You can trust me," he says. Yet there's a quizzical tone that persists, and you can tell that it's authenticity.

You stare at him, and hope that he knows you want to see past the mask and into his eyes—whatever color his eyes are. "Right."

He nods once, and you enter the purple vortex. You wonder if he's smiling under that mask.

Purple washes over your vision as it sloshes around, and suddenly, you feel light-headed—as if everything comes crashing down, yet you're floating up and up and into the clouds. Your world spins, flinging you back and forth in a state of consciousness.

It stops as soon as you feel light, thin strands of grass, and you stumble back onto Dream. Your limbs fail to stabilize themselves, the bright blue piercing your eyes.

Dream catches your waist, keeping you upright to help you adjust. Your ears flush at the proximity, and you can only hope that he doesn't notice. As soon as you enter the overworld, the first thing you realize is that it's fucking cold.

When Dream steps forward, you're dragged along with him. Sunlight gleams past your eyelashes and momentarily blinds you. Why is it so bright in here? Why is everything covered in grass?

"Sorry," you breathe out, shuddering again by the light breeze that rushes past. It shoots down your spine and makes your toes curl, teeth biting down to suppress another shiver.

Dream takes notice. He's an observant guy, you've come to realize.

Suddenly, he tugs on the hem of his hoodie, pulling it off of him, which scares you—and it was because you thought he didn't have anything underneath. However, when he laughs lightly, you peek from your fingers and realize he's left with a turtleneck.

"You can wear this for now," he tells you, offering the green attire to you.

Your eyes widen, staring up at him in meek surprise. "Thank you," you whisper, offering a grateful smile as you pull it over your head. It swallows you whole, considering how it's slightly big on Dream.

A light flush startles out of the tips of his ears, clearing his throat as he turns away. "No problem—"

"Oh, Dream! You filthy cheater!" The voices wobble, ear-splitting as they try to speak more while still in the middle of transporting their bodies to the overworld.

You both tense up, turning to look at each other, before sprinting away.

Dream curses, ducking his head down as he somehow gains speed. "They were probably nearby the portal when they saw us. We don't have much time left."

You blink. "The game isn't over? You already have the pearls and the blaze rods."

Dream chuckles, panting slightly as you two continue to run away from the yelling hunters. "That's not how it works, sweetheart. I use these pearls and blaze rods to get to the End."

You have no idea what that is.

"The End," you repeat, and frown to yourself as you test the unfamiliar word on your tongue again. "The End?"

"That's how I win." Dream lifts his mask a little, which startles you. Then, he pulls out a piece of bread, tearing it in half and offering one to you. You look up at him in confusion, but he doesn't respond and instead takes a big bite out of his share.

When he turns to you, it's only then you realize you had been staring at him for too long. "Eat up. You're going to need it."

"You've got freckles."

He grins, and it's the first time you've seen it. "Yeah, I do." He turns to look at you. "Are you tired?" Dream cranes his neck to see how far behind the hunters are.

"No." You shake your head rapidly to prove it, taking a big bite out of your bread. "I want to see the End."

He almost stumbles. "Y-You want to come with me until there?"

"Yes."

"You'll get hurt."

"I'll be alright," you insist. However, he doesn't seem happy about your answer. "Why did you even make me come with you?"

"I … don't know." He pauses, his pace slowing as if he's confused himself. "I was just planning to take you out of the Nether because it's not good for a human to stay that long there." Then, when your eyes slip up to him, brows furrowed, he clears his throat. "I mean, look at you! It's sunny out, yet you're shivering like you're in a snowy tundra."

"No one took me here before," you tell him, biting slowly on the food in your hands. An arrow flies overhead, barely missing Dream's feet. Dream shoots a middle finger to his back, possibly directed to the hunters.

He turns back to you, scratching the nape of his neck. "You—you can still, you know, leave if you'd like."

With one last bite, you finish the bread, grinning up at him with crumbs in your mouth. "I'm too far to back out now, right?"

Dream breathes out, swinging his axe to cut off a branch that comes your way. "Yeah... Yeah, you're gonna be stuck with me, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately," you agree, eyes cutting down at the green sleeves on your arms, then back up at him. "I still have to give this back to you, after all."

His hand finds its way back to you again, as he pulls you to a sharp turn. "We might make a good team while we're at it, then."

You can't help the wide smile that takes over your face, blooming from the praise.

The 'stronghold' ( as Dream had called it ) was easier to find than expected, and you're just happy that Dream seems content so far. You ended up finding enough iron for you to craft enough for armor and a chestplate for Dream, who previously had leather only.

He had giggled about how the helmet was too big on you, causing it to topple over and cover your eyes, and he won't let go of it.

When he finds the portal after what felt like hours, he pulls you to him and settles his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to meet him eye-to-eye. Or, at least, as far as eye-to-eye can go with a person wearing a mask.

"Stay here, okay? I'll go in by myself."

You try to push his arms away. "But I told you that I—"

"No." His voice is stern, leaving you stunned as you stare quietly into that smile. "I know that you can protect yourself, but the Ender Dragon attacks whoever, and we can't risk that, alright?"

Brows furrowed, you give him a look with your lips jutted out in frustration.

Dream sighs, "My answer is still no."

"Fine," you say; your face is still twisted into a scowl. "I guess I can just stay here. But you better win."

"Yes—yes, of course," Dream says quickly, shaking with relief. "If the hunters bother you, tell them that I'll kill them if they ever touch you, okay?"

You scrunch your nose. "Okay...?"

With one last wave, he hops onto the portal.

It took at least three minutes for the hunters to get to the stronghold. Apparently, they ran out of food and had to regroup after they collected enough. So when they step in, they're panting and drenched in sweat, but their eyes are dancing with glee.

Sapnap is the first one to notice you.

"You're the one Dream was dragging along! What are you doing here?" He takes a step forward, and he probably doesn't mean any harm, but you still lift a hand, and he halts.

The others peer at you in curiosity.

"Dream told me that he will kill you if you touch me," you recite his words to them, bored out of your mind. You really wanted to see the End.

They all look at each other before smiling sheepishly. Then, comically, they all step back a few miles away from you as they walk towards the portal. Sapnap and George bicker about something as they let themselves drown in the starry vortex; meanwhile, you tune them out and watch Bad, who's been waving at you to catch your attention.

Bad says, "I like your hoodie, by the way!" and then hops onto the portal.

Your face explodes into an embarrassed blush, yet you pull the fabric closer to yourself.

To no one's surprise, Dream wins.

Dream is buzzing with excitement when he returns, eyes untamed as adrenaline rushes under his skin. And out of nowhere, he scoops you up into a hug, which startles you for a minute; yet you give in anyway and hug him back.

He laughs, "Oh my fucking god, that was insane!"

George groans, leaning against the wall. "That was not fair. That was the fastest manhunt we've ever been in!"

The hunters sulk, eliciting a small laugh out of you.

Dream sticks his tongue out in retaliation. "Sucks to suck!"

You smile genuinely. "Congrats."

He turns to you, trembling slightly. "Thank you." He then pauses, arms thrown into the air in a revelation. "Right! I realized I hadn't introduced myself at all. My name's—"

"Dream," you interrupt, looking up at him hesitantly, "right?"

He doesn't speak for a second, but relaxes slightly. "Yeah," he breathes out. "Yes, I'm Dream. How did you...?"

"Oh." You can't help but feel your cheeks burn in retrospect. "I've been watching you for a while."

Sapnap whistles lowly. Dream glares at him.

When Dream turns back to you, his voice is quieter—hesitant. "And what about yours?"

"You can call me Y/N."

And ever since then, Dream would visit the Nether every day, asking the mobs where you are just so he can pick you up and you can join the manhunt mid-game whenever you feel like it. None of the hunters complain; Bad insists that you're adorable, and Dream seems happy to have you around. It almost feels like you're one of them, and it's nice.

Since they can't really argue that it's unfair... The rest of the hunters agreed.

You watch them in amusement. A little overwhelmed by the loud noises, but still amused.

"All I'm saying is, I still want them to be on the hunter's side!" Sapnap proclaims, arms crossed on his chest. "Dream is already good on his own; he can live without Y/N on his team."

"Intimidated by Y/N already?" a low voice chimes in.

As if on cue, Dream steps up from who knows where and stands beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as if he's done this a million times before. He really needs to stop doing that without warning.

"Glad you're with me now," he into your ear, and when you turn, it's only then you realize he has his mask pulled up, revealing mirthful jade eyes and freckles littered across tan skin. You try not to gape at him, staring back in awe—you can't help it, alright?

"You did say we might make a good team," you remind him quietly, careful not to interrupt the other boys' heated conversation. He chuckles and lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss.

This time, you let yourself openly accept the warmth in your cheeks with open arms.

Dream grins.

You smile back.

"You should let me in the End next time."

"What? No—"

YEAH manhunt fic woo! ngl tho i don't really ?? like it ?? but i like the concept so eat it up. tell me what you think pls reblogs appreciated!!

oh and @luvjoyed wanted to be tagged in this fic so here you go ender :] <33

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DREAM SMP ! ⋆·˚ ༘ * dreamwastaken | throwing away his shot ⋆·˚ ༘ * georgenotfound | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * sapnap | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * karl jacobs | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * quackity | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * wilbur soot | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * niki nihachu | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * technoblade (platonic) | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * ranboo (platonic!) | fun in the sun (ranboo x gn!reader) ⋆·˚ ༘ * tommyinnit (platonic!) | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * tubbo (platonic!) | to come soon...

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SHADOW AND BONE ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *  alina starkov | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * genya safin | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * kaz brekker | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * inej ghafa | to come soon... ⋆·˚ ༘ * jesper fahey | to come soon...

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oo1: final conversations

> karl speaks with quackity for the first time, but little do they know, both of them will never see the light of day again. a/n: first chapter pog :D really excited for this series!

“It was a dark and stormy night, but only one would make it out alive…”

“Fantastic choice!” Karl smiled as he read the tagline on the book he held.

“I love this book!”

“Well I don’t,” the old lady in front of him scoffed. “It’s for my step-son.”

Karl frowned, but scanned the book’s price tag. He sighed as he opened the cash register, the machine opening with a ding.

“That’ll be $4.99,” Karl muttered, accepting the cash the lady gave him, placing her change and receipt on top of the book, and sliding it over to the lady.

“Thank you for shopping at Books and Stuff,” Karl said as the lady grabbed her things and walked out of the door.

While she wasn’t looking, Karl raised his middle finger at her. “And have a nice night.”

Karl sighed, as his shift was over for the day. Suddenly, the phone rang. Karl picked it up.

“Hello?” He spoke. Silence. After a few seconds, Karl hung up. He decided to walk out of the store and find other people who were still working at this time of night.

Once he walked outside, he stopped to look at the tree in the center of the mall. Karl didn’t believe in the witch’s history, but apparently, this was the tree in which Caroline Eastwick was buried.

He stared at it for a few seconds until the sound of a mop was picked up upon.

The mall’s janitor, Kara, smiled at him, done with cleaning the mall. “Goodnight,” she said, and yawned, most likely from hours of cleaning.

Karl smiled at the young lady, waved back, and continued to stare at the tree.

Suddenly, Karl felt something warm and fuzzy creep up his neck. What the hell is that?

Karl turned, only to be met with the face of his best friend,  Quackity, and a seemingly adorable duck plushie he had.

“Alex, what the hell? You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Karl yelled.

“What, I couldn’t just jumpscare Karl Jacobs in the middle of Marenight Mall?” Quackity retorted.

Karl sighed, and said, “Uh Quackity, I might need a ride home. Did you wanna take me? It’s okay if you don’t, I’ll just ask Kara.”

Alex chuckled, “Of course. I’d love to take you home.”

Karl smiled, turning around back to the shop he worked at. He turned around to face Alex one last time. “Bye Q-Bert!”

Alex laughed, going back to his store as well. “Bye Karlos!”

As soon as Karl was gone, strange whispering voices, sounding like a chant, rang in Quackity’s ears. “Alex…”

“What?” Alex answered, as if someone was asking him something.

Little did Quackity know that that would be his final conversation before he dies…

#fearstreet #quackity #karljacobs #mcyt #dreamsmp #fearstreetau #bloodyhands #sereinics

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| p!ranboo x genderfluid!oc

“This is all my fault,” Ranboo says, fidgeting at his fingers as Angel looks down at him with a sigh.  “When I moved to Midnight,” Ranboo continues, “I ran away from you. My best friend, my soulmate.” Angel says nothing, still staring at Ranboo. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Ranboo comments, smiling wildly now.  “You make me feel like me.”

༊*·˚ summary ! living in the town of marenight was hard for angel romero. having recently broken up with their platonic ex, ranboo hudson, things didn’t cope well. also, being the only genderfluid person in their school, people started calling them disgusting nicknames. however, there were still some friends that supported them, lily pierce, tommy and tubbo hastings, and their older brother austin romero. but when their ex shows up at one of the school’s football games, things get real. soon after, all 6 teens try not to get murdered by crazy possessed killers, and also find some love along the way. but one thing remains uncertain: who will make it out alive? ༊*·˚ notes ! angel is played by millie bobby brown, lily is played by natalia dyer, and austin is played by sapnap. will be killing, blood, gore, and some swearing involved. also, other dream smp characters will be featured throught the series as well! ༊*·˚ extras ! this will be my first time writing dream smp characters! hope you enjoy :D ༊*·˚ schedule ! i’m pretty busy with school, but i’ll try to get chapters out every two weeks or so!

CHAPTERS ! oo1: final conversations > karl speaks with quackity for the first time, but little do they know, both of them  will never see the light of day again. and more to be added!

TAGLIST ! dm me or message me if you wanna be in the taglist for updates!

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SERIES ! bloody hands!  (ranboo x genderfluid oc!)

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about me!

༊*·˚ hello hello! i’m kei, and this is my tumblr page! the current fandoms i will write for are the umbrella academy, fear street, mcyt, and shadow and bone! FUN FACTS : ╰┈➤ i’m a minor from the philippines! (hello fellow filos!) ╰┈➤ i use she + he + they pronouns! ╰┈➤ i’m a very amateur writer so don’t expect that much from me! but hope you enjoy my works! ╰┈➤ i’m also a writer on wattpad, under the user -sereinics! MASTERLISTS : ╰┈➤ tua masterlist ╰┈➤ fear street masterlist ╰┈➤ dream smp masterlist ╰┈➤ shadow and bone masterlist ANON LIST : | none yet! > if you’d like to be one, ask and send me your pronouns :D

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