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whatsaninterestingplacethisis · 6 months

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Hot Stuff

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and friends go out to a 80s theme night club because why not.

cw: drinking

a/n: this is very “cheesy”, very movie magic, does not happen in real life

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You were dressed in boot cut jeans with black booties and a satin button up blouse, with the top buttons unbuttoned.

“Do I or do I not look hot?” Your friend walks into your room posing in her 80s themed skimpy outfit.

“You look hot.” You say with lack of emotion as you zipped up your boots.

“Wow thanks I really believed you there.” She nudges your shoulder and looks at both of your reflections in the mirror.

“I look hot. You look hot. So cheer up and let’s go to the kitchen, everyone is taking pre gamers!” She hugs your shoulders tightly before joining the rest outside.

“I’m not drinking tonight!” she was long gone to hear. You weren’t much the drinker, other nights you would participate but tonight seemed better sober.

You walk out to the kitchen to see everyone in their get up and truth be told everyone did look hot.

“Cmon y/n/n! Take at least one shot!”

“Yeah how do you expect to dance tonight without being intoxicated?”

One of your friends was right, to dance to 80s jams without any alcohol in your system seemed futile.

“Alright,” You swished the drink down and the Uber was ready to pick you guys up.

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To your surprise the club had a lot more people than first to be expected. There were many madona blondes and Michael Jackson thrillers. It was the month of October, so in a way tonight was kind of a Halloween celebration.

As soon as you and your friends walked in, one dragged all of you to the bar, swiftly ordering tonight’s meal.

So much for not drinking, because before you knew it you’re three beers in, starting to feel inebriated, dancing your heart out with friends to Hot Stuff by Donna Summers.

“I need some hot stuff baby tonight!” Your friend screams.

“I need some hot stuff baby this evening!” You scream.

Screaming horribly pitched singing and dancing but having the time of your life in this moment. You and your friend laugh at your guy’s antics.

“I’m gonna get a beer! You want something?” You yell

“I’m good!”

As much fun and liberating dancing is, it’s a goddam workout. Surely alcohol will keep you hydrated.

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“I’ve never seen Top Gun.” Nico stares at Jack whose holding a green aviator jumpsuit for him. An exact replica of what’s he’s wearing with a white t-shirt under and sunglasses propped on his head.

“I know but we will look cool together, like maverick and goose.”

“What the hell is a maverick?”

“Just put the suit on.” Jack throws the suit towards Nico and pushes him to change.

Nico walks out twining like his teammate, with his sunglasses on.

“Hell yeah, I’m maverick and your goose.” Jack says all excited.

“Okay.” Nico states blandly.

“We’ll watch the movie after tonight so you can understand. Now let’s go and boogie.”

“Should’ve watched it before tonight” Nico murmured.

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Nico wasn’t one to go out and dance, especially not a decades theme dance. But here he is standing in the corner of the club because his friend dragged him to dress up as pilots. When he first walked in he admired everyone’s costumes and understood most 80s references, the music on the other hand was interesting to say the least

It’s 80s music, it’s hard to not stomp to the beat. Jack was somewhere else, probably talking to one of the madonas in the building, and Nico just people watching while sipping his drink.

Then the beat of the music started to kick up and his eyes caught on two girls dancing and singing the lyrics of the song. He couldn’t help but laugh at the site, not in a bad way but in awe as he saw people having fun. Maybe he should have fun tonight too.

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As the bartender brings you another beer, Donna’s melody comes to an end and the classic slow song of the 80s begins.

“…my foolish lover's game,” you mouth to sing along right before you take a swig.

You turn to see couple gathered at the floor swaying to the music and you couldn’t help to sway as well, it really is something about 80s music!

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

You decide to people watch as you cater your glass bottle and your eyes land a pair of brown eyes across the room as the chorus lands.

Take my breath away

You and this annoyingly handsome man who is ironically dressed in an aviator outfit, hold eye contact as the chorus ends.

You being the first to break eye contact, turn to the bar and talk to yourself, “what the hell was that.”

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That was weird, Nico thinks to himself. He didn’t notice as he was people watching, his eyes followed on one of the girls that were dancing to the bar.

They held eye contact what seemed like forever with the slow song blasting through the room. Nico hiccups his beverage and looks to find Jack.

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One of your friends finds you at the bar,

“All these couples make me gross and sad for being single.” She leans her head on your shoulder.

“I think I fell in love with an aviator.” You yell calmly.

“Huh?” You’re drunken friend asks

“Like from Top Gun, I don’t know if he was maverick or goose but what just happened was too real to ignore.” You say looking forward replaying the moment back and forth in your head.

“We’ll where is he!?”

You quickly turn around to see if he’s still there but he’s gone now. You scan the dark room for his green jumpsuit but to no avail.

“He’s gone now.” You thought to yourself maybe you imagined things.

“Wait I see him!” Your petite friend points out an aviator but it’s not him.

“That’s not him, he was taller.” You sulk

Then the other half pops into view, the maverick you held eyes with taps on goose’s shoulder to talk with and again makes eye contact with you and they both look in your direction.

“They’re looking at you.” You’re friend whispers as if they could heard across the loud room.

“I know.” You grit and make a gesture to the boys to follow you off side the dance floor.

“Follow me,” you demand as you drag your short friend to meet the men.

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“Hi ladies” the shorter aviator says as he styles his sunglasses on top his hair.

You and your maverick still continue this unofficial game of holding eye contact and observing one another’s style and presence.

“Yours guy’s costumes are so cute.” You drunken-tired friend says, making you lose this round of the game.

“Yeah let me guess, are you goose and he’s maverick?” You ask the dark blonde

He’s taken back as he stutters to correct you, “actually I’m mav and he’s goose, it’s not oficial or anything.” He mutters the last part.

Your mouth makes an O shape to understand but kept to yourself that the man directly in front of you looked more like a maverick than a goose.

“Y/n Im gonna find the girls, I think the night is coming to an end, at least for me.” She covers up her yawn

“Okay I’ll be there in a bit.” She leaves you with the duo

“I’m y/n by the way” you extend your hand to your maverick, curious of his name.

“I’m Nico” he shook your hand softly but noticed your strong grip.

Both of you stand in awe in one another, rethinking of the eye contact and the tension across the busy room.

A forced cough could be heard, “yeah I’m Jack.” A quick second passed before you turned to acknowledge the blonde, “hi” you swiftly say before locking eyes again with Nico.

Jack stands beside you two with googling eyes, “Okay then, I’m gonna go back to the dance floor.”

No one heard Jack’s dismissal.

“That song, the song we made eye contact with, a bit ironic isn’t it?” You ask looking up at the gorgeous man.

“Why is it ironic?”

You started to slightly panic, “because you’re dressed as a pilot from Top Gun, are you not?”

“Oh yeah I guess I am. Is the song in the movie?” Nico tilted his head in curiosity

“The song is the movie. You never seen Top Gun?” You ask in bewilderment

“No, jack made me dress like this to match him. I still don’t know what a maverick is.” He laughs nervously

“Maverick is the nickname for the main character, essentially. You should watch the movie, it’s good.”

“Maybe we could watch it together” Nico shyly but boldly says as he scratches the back of his neck

You were stunned at his boldness but didn’t let it show. A smile crept up on your face and you nod your head, “I would love to see it with you.”

a/n: lazy ending but I tried.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines #nhl imagine

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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Trust is a two way bridge (except both ends have been burning before the bridge was built)

by FuntimeMoth

Hundreds of years ago, back in the dark ages, humans lived as slave/pets/food to giants, the “master” race, and for years that’s how the world worked, until a hundred years ago.

A spark ignited, a flame lit, and a path or revolution, hope and bloodshed was forged.

Now, humans have just the same amount of rights as giant, with more to protect them from anything bad.

Yeah fucking right

Or, Tommy is a hero that lives in a world where humans/giants co-exist, living in the only co-existing city is hard work, especially with a the crime fighting, missing persons, back stabbing, human eating, giant killing, kidnapping and endangerment the city of L’Mangburg has to offer. Yay.

Words: 2307, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of G/t works woooo

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), g/t - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Relationships: DreamXD & Dream SMP Ensemble, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Kristin Rosales & Toby Smith | Tubbo & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Grayson | Purpled & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Grayson | Purpled & Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Floris | Fundy & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & Technoblade & Kristin Rosales Watson, TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson, Cara | CaptainPuffy & TommyInnit, Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & TommyInnit, Update as I go - Relationship, Ponk | DropsByPonk/Sam | Awesamdude

Additional Tags: TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), mostly - Freeform, TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Has Powers (Video Blogging RPF), Mostly everyone has powers, All humans at least, Ranboo & TommyInnit Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Grayson | Purpled & TommyInnit Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Traumatized Toby Smith | Tubbo, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sad Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream and TommyInnit are Siblings (Video Blogging RPF), positive disc duo, Bedrock duo lovers welcome, Crimebois lovers this is not your fic, Neither clingy duo lovers, both dead, may or may not be literal, Also screw SBI found family, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, G/T, Alternate Universe - Borrowers Fusion, Update as I go

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

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numberedstrangely · 2 years

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funky people :D

(click for better quality)

#took a lil break after doing schlatt and eret so puffy looks a tad different from the others :T #captain puffy #jschlatt #schlatt #foolish gamers #eret #eret fanart #captain puffy fanart #foolish g fanart #jschlatt fanart #mcyt fanart

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randompasserbyer · 3 years

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Day 7: Totem!

Totem God and his tiny companion..

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anonalien · 2 years

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i saw your tags and thought, hey! i have a question about the superhero au! so im just gonna send it your way lol. does tommy have a particular paramedic he teams up with? someone who has an idea about him, like knows his powers to the fullest or is just friends with him? love you stuff!

Thank you anon for the ask, ngl this one made me think really hard cause I hadn’t thought much about who would be a paramedic or not till I got this, for background Tommy would be considered popular by just about everyone, in the mask and without it, but he tends to keep things to himself about his powers not wanting to freak anyone out, like when he would practice growing and shrinking things and himself, from his POV he thinks that people seeing a giant or someone seemingly disappear would be enough to scare them into calling the police. Most paramedics he works with already know about his ability to “heal” wounds by shrinking them, so as of now no there isn’t anyone who knows the full extent of his abilities, but there are quite a few paramedics he is always glad to see, the thing about paramedics is that he typically meets up with a random team in any given situation but he has meet every team in his city, depends on rotation who he gets.

His favourite team to meet up with tho is Foolish and Sam, he is convinced that they have something going on but typically never gets the chance to ask while on the job, they normally take on stern roles with him since they worry but they always listen to him when he needs to vent and make it obvious to him that they will continue to do so. Needless to say he’s noticed and has seemed them out in calmer scenarios

#tommyinnit #ask’s #superhero au!#awesamdude #foolish gamers #thanks for the ask!#writing #my au ideas #mcyt g/t #g/t

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little-nightmare-gt · 3 years

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Remember my dream rambling? Remember I said Tubbo is joining the Syndicate? Let's Gooooo!

Technoblade doesn't like leaving Tubbo home alone after realizing his mistake.

He creates little pockets in his armor (mainly because he knows how uncomfortable being immobile in armor is) for him.

Close to feel him but not touching.

Technoblade feels Tubbo's flinches when Phil spoke but that lighten when the dad friend spoke with concern about Tommy and Ranboo.

Niki was another story, Tubbo never relaxed when he heard her voice and flinched hard. Well she did betray L'Manberg as well.

He knew Puffy was safe, but he wouldn't go as far as tell her about Tubbo.

Technoblade knew Tommy was avoiding him since he returned from fighting Dream and throwing him in prison, he admittedly didn't have the guts to tell him that his friend was alive just shrunk.

Ranboo...well he seem like a good kid, to bad he's sticking close to Puffy and Tommy.

Technoblade would take Tubbo to the Syndicate room so he could look around.

Technoblade felt a little pride seeing his eyes brighten briefly, considering he hasn't spoken yet, this was an achievement.

During Syndicate recon, one person finds out about Tubbo and threatened in silence.

Foolish feels life forces, so can Phil but not as strong, and Tubbo's is small. Not just in size. More like his will to live is nearly nonexistent but slowly growing.

This scares Technoblade, because if he hadn't noticed when he did then he'd really be responsible for a child's death. Would he had noticed? Would he care? How long until the younger boy's corpse crumbled between his fingers like it had so close before?

Technoblade continue to right his wrong, even if it meant apologizing to Tommy.

But Tubbo comes first.

#g/t #owl writes #g/t writing #g/t community #owl imagines #shrunken ex president #shrunken tubbo #ram hybrid tubbo #hybrid tubbo #Giant Technoblade #piglin hybrid technoblade #foolish gamers #shrunken ex-president #mcyt g/t

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baka-monarch · 3 years

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Also!! Foolish gamer is canonically 23’3, which is why I think he’s so good at building. Besides that, he’s like the wholesome giant of the server. He’ll help people when they need it even if they can’t pay him back. And his son is extremely tiny, so when he can’t carry him around. Puffy takes care off him like a good grandma. Foolish gives the best hugs and that’s all puffy requires as payment. But he will crush anyone who hurts his friends is he thinks it’s right!

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Submitted by: @local-maneater

(btw, why didn't you send an ask? This is a submission???)

Yeee!!! This is really cool!

Foolish will protect his family with all his might while giving Puffy the best hugs

Mcyt g/t tag list:

@nomynameisanon @trashpumped @loriepoptale @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @the-misfits-system

#submission #local-maneater #mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #giant!foolish #god!foolish

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wendy130 · 3 years

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That’s not a fish (Part 1)

//Title to story may be subject to change.

// I will be using he/him pronouns for Eret thorough the entirety of this writing. I am aware that he uses all pronouns; this is to make the writing less confusing with other characters.

// Based on an rp I did with a friend. This isn’t an au. There may be a part two for this, but do not ask for one.

// Warnings: description of drowning (no one dies), the ocean

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"It was a dark and stormy night."

That's how they always started in the stories.

Eret grunted as he marched through people's scurrying forms, all of them busy with throwing the pools of water that threatened to pull the ship down off of the deck.

Damn those stories to hell. He ducked under a few sailors, his eyes darting around, trying to find someone. Why was it always so hard to find the one person you needed?

Normally, he'd be one of the many bailing the water out, but he had other matters to attend to first. From behind his glasses, his eyes locked onto a figure afar.

"Puffy!" he shouted, striding closer to the woman. She turned to face him, wiping water off of her face as she stared at him with a tense form, "what's-"

"Just a normal storm," she interrupted him, shouting loudly. The crashing waves made it hard to speak normally, "be careful around the edges, Eret."

He slowly nodded, a grimace on his face as he ran a hand through his soaking wet hair. He opened his mouth to say something more, but she threw a bucket at him. He caught it with fumbling hands.

"I- Puffy," he tried yelling back to the captain but shouted in surprise as he felt a bigger than usual wave crash into the side of the ship. Both Puffy and him stumbled back, leaning against the railing and tightly holding onto the tiny, wooden beams for support.

The two exchanged alarmed looks before tilting their heads towards the dark waters.

"That seemed... like it was caused by something else," Eret yelled, forgetting his past worries.

Puffy searched the seas with a hidden intent as if she was looking for something. For someone. She frowned deeply and turned towards him,

"Stay away from the edges," she warily shouted, making no comment on his worries.

"What did you see?" Eret inquired, trying to search the waters like the captain had too. She only pulled him back from the shoulder, giving him a stern look.

That look meant that she was done talking.

Eret frowned, sending one last glance back at the churning waters before heading off to help the crew. He bit back a yelp as he felt another wave crash onto the side of the ship.

As he steadied his swaying figure, he glanced around at the abled men, women, and people who barely seemed affected by the harsh conditions.

He supposed it was only normal for them to be so resilient. It was fairly charming to see them all work together.

He also supposed that he'd have to get used to this, both to his dismay and excitement.

Eret pushed himself to help with whatever he could, passing buckets full of sloshing water back and forth between people and helping out with the masts. After only an hour, he was bone-tired, wheezing in exhaustion.

He really did need to step up his game.

Compared to his homeland, it seemed as if the sea's world needed more force than any battle he had fought before.

Eret yelped as a force from behind him pushed him closer to the edge of the boat. He barely had any time to fall back before a heavy bucket was thrown into his hands. He hesitated for a moment before hurling the water out of the bucket and tossing it to the nearest person who beckoned for the container.

He continued on like this for a while, falling into a steady rhythmic pattern before his arms also grew weak with weariness. He recoiled back as his felt his hands slip on the bucket. He fumbled around, barely catching the pail.

Many hands grasped onto him, pulling him back and pulling the bucket out of his hands. He stumbled back to the middle of the ship, one of the crew members giving him a stiff nod.

He staggered back, his reaction timing slow compared to everyone else on the ship. He was barely able to dodge the people barreling around the deck, and he found himself back at the edge of the ship again.

He was about to push himself back to the middle of the deck so he'd be able to take cover under the deck, but a spark of curiosity burned at the back of his mind. With a single shake of his head, he turned to face the waters, looking for any sign of what Puffy may have been looking for.

He gasped as he felt a lurching sensation alongside a scraping pain on his arms. He was hit with a heavy sense of vertigo as he tumbled downwards- why was he tumbling downwards?

His question was quickly answered as he felt a frigid splash of liquid hit him with full force.

The air in his lungs was knocked out as water consumed his weakened state. His throat and nose burned as water forced its way up into them, and he violently coughed, shoving his way back to the surface.

He was only able to take a short breath before a harsh wave crashed into him, sending him back under the water. He forced his way back up, taking another breath before he was pushed under again. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, and his eyes stung from the salty water surrounding it.

Eret wildly glanced around the water, seeing only black inkiness underneath him. He breached the surface of the water again, helplessly looking for the ship he rode on. He cried out as he saw it already far from him,

"No!" he dazedly gasped, "wai- come back," he fruitlessly called out, flailing his arms around, trying to paddle his way to the ship.

It was pointless. He was in dead waters now.

Eret desperately tried anyways, though, clinging onto the diminishing hope that they'd turn around to find him.

A pit of despair grew in his stomach as he saw the ship grow smaller.

Surely they’d notice, right?

He wouldn’t be stuck and left for dead... right?

He almost choked on another wave that tugged him under the water before he surfaced, coughing.

He had gotten him screwed just because he was curious enough to look for something that didn't exist, hadn’t he?

His mouth dried as he felt the waters around him shift and move unnaturally.

...It didn’t exist..... right?

He shakily glanced down at the murky waters, half expecting to see a giant tentacle shoot out and drag him into the depths of the waters like in the stories.

He saw nothing for a moment, unable to discern anything from the foamy, angry waters, but.... as he stared for longer, he saw a giant dark figure circling him.

The outline vaguely reminded him of a shark tail with extra fins, but it had a different front- as if there was another part attached to the shark.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of any possible imaginary projections of his fears before looking back.

Nothing...

He almost sighed in relief, but, instead, a screech ripped from his throat as another wave crashed down on him. He was forced back under the water, given barely any time to gasp for new air. Thrashing wildly, he burst back up, practically coughing his lungs up as he gasped for air.

The waves had picked up in strength again, making him repeat a tiring process of trying to stay above the water. It was a loosing battle, though. Every time he came up for air, he was pushed under.

His muscles burned from use and lack of air, but he pushed on, clinging onto the threads of life.

As he was pushed back down again, he kept his eyes open, looking around him for anything. His eyes burned from the salty waters, but he kept them open anyways.

He barely suppressed a gasp of shock as he saw a large shadow from afar.

This wasn’t a projection of his mind, was it?

He surged back to the surface with a newfound fear.

If he didn't die of hypothermia or drowning, he was most definitely going to be the victim of this creature.

That of, he was certain.

He desperately tried keeping an eye on the massive shadow, but it easily blended in with the stormy water, and he lost focus on it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he trembled, weakly paddling around to keep his head above the liquid around him.

A sinking feeling grew in his gut as he searched around himself for the creature.

He couldn’t find them from around him, so that meant....

Look down, look down, LOOK DOWN-

His eyes shot to underneath him, only to meet the gaze of two glowing green ones.

By Primes, he was so dead, wasn't he?

#writing #g/t #g/t mcyt #g/t Eret #g/t Foolish Gamers #g/t writing #fun fact: this is my 1000th post :D #That's not a Fish Au

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wendy130 · 3 years

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Beeduo get into trouble and are pretty badly hurt. Luckily giant Foolish is there to rescue and comfort them.

//Wheeze, you can see my brain shut down while writing this drabble. I need to stop writing at ungodly hours of the night. /Lh

//Changed the prompt slightly.

// (heavily) Unedited

When Foolish set out to gather more building supplies, he was hoping for a day full of nothing but peace. He had too much going on back at his base, with all the projects he had to do. But, gathering supplies was always a relief since he could rest his mind. There was not much thought needed when all you’re doing is gathering.

So… when he heard quiet shouting from afar along with the sounds of angered mobs, he paused his axe chopping to listen to the ambient surroundings.

Who could have angered mobs in the daylight? He incredulously mused.

Not being the type to leave someone in trouble, he slowly inched towards the strange sounds. With a worried frown, he sheathed his axe to favor bringing out his sword. When he got closer, he hid behind a tree. He peered from behind the trunk to see a small gathering of mobs pool at the base of a tree.

Weird, he saw no one who could possibly attract that much attention. Yet, strangely enough, the mobs seemed to be clawing at the ground.

He tilted his head in confusion, letting his weapons drop to his side. Why were they…?

Another shrill shout from under the tree was his only clue of an answer as a spider stuck its head into the brush of the leaves. Foolish perked up in shock, tighten his grip around the hilt of his blade. There was.. something- someone who was in danger.

Without a second thought, he lurched from behind the tree to run towards the mobs with a deadly silence. Only one of the ungodly creatures took notice of his incoming figure, but they were dead before they could say anything. He shouted in anger, ramming the base of his sword against the hard surface of the skeleton’s helmet. The boney hell-being crumbled into dust with a single slash.

He fought off the rest of the mobs with practiced ease, barely gaining any scratches as he fought. He was too quick for them to react and too deadly for them to fight back. Within a minute or two, the group had become mere dust particles in the ground.

He huffed loudly, slightly out of breath before turning his attention to the popular tree. He still saw nothing of glamor that adorned the tree’s branches, but the mobs had tried focusing at the base of the tree- not at eye-level.

With a few light steps, he shuffled his way towards the tree, kneeling down in front of it. He heard nothing from underneath the tree. He hesitantly reached out with a hand, brushing the small branches to the side.

He heard two loud shrieks of terror, and he yanked his hand away from the sound in shock, “wha.." he dazedly trailed off, wonderment weaved in his voice.

What kind of…?

He gently reached forwards again, pulling the leaves away with a steady hand. Underneath the green flora was a sight he found hard to understand.

Two small creatures. Both seemed to be a hybrid; one a goat, the other a… he didn’t really know. One side of them looked to be enderborn at least. They were hugging each other, visibly shaking like leaves in the wind.

He slowly reached out with his other hand, causing the two to whimper loudly and hold the other hybrid tighter.

Foolish winced at the tinies’ reactions. No doubt he looked scary to them, with his shark-ish garment and unnatural totem mask. His hand pulled back and hooked a finger under his mask, slipping it off as a way to possibly show the two that he meant no harm.

“Hey,” he calmly murmured, steading his voice, “you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The two flinched at his voice, still warily looking at him.

“Can you understand me? I’m Foolish,” he pointed at himself as he said his name, “are you two okay? I saw you two getting hounded by those mobs.”

The hybrids exchanged glances before nodding their heads at his questions. The strange ender-hybrid relaxed their grip on the goat hybrid, taking a step towards him. Their friend squeaked in paranoia, making a half-attempt to grab them back.

He made no moves towards them, only giving them a patient nod. The ender-hybrid shakily took a few more steps towards him before stopping next to his hand that still held up the branches.

“R-Ranboo,” they pointed to themselves, “I’m Ranboo and.. he’s..” ‘Ranboo’ glanced back at the other hybrid.

“Tubbo,” the goat hybrid introduced themself, taking the steps to reach their friend.

Foolish gave them a gentle smile, “well, it’s nice to meet you two,” he paused, “um, so.. how did you two get in this situation? Do you have a home…?” The two grimaced at his questions, and he rapidly added on, “you- you, uh, don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”

“We… we lost our home and that’s why we’re out here,” Tubbo mutters, grasping onto Ranboo’s arm.

“O-oh… I’m sorry to hear that,” he sympathized, “do you have anywhere to go?”

Ranboo shook their head, “no, not really…” The goat hybrid seemed to tense at Ranboo’s words, and they gave the other a stern look.

“I mean… I could offer a temporary home back at my place if you’d like…” he tentatively proposes, “it’s not a big deal for me.”

It seems like that offer may have not been the best idea as the duo flinched and took a few steps back.

“I’m not going to force you two to come along,” he tries to reassure, rubbing the back of his neck, “feels like that would be considered kidnapping, y’know,” he chuckled, trying to lift the tense atmosphere.

He thinks it may have worked since Ranboo hesitantly cracks a grin and Tubbo’s shoulders relax. The duo glance at each other again, holding a silent discussion between each other before turning to him,

“Well-“ Tubbo starts before a loud hiss from behind him cuts them off.

“Creeper!” he gasps not even having to look behind him.

He barely thinks as his hand shoots out and grabs the two tiny hybrids, bringing them to his chest. The hybrids squirm against his chest and hands, shouting out in shock.

He barely pays attention to their struggling, and he protectively shields them with his entire body, yelling out in pain as a searing sensation burns into his back. He flinched in pain as he uncurls around himself.

The tree from before is slightly blown up. If he hadn’t picked the two up, they’d most likely be severely injured.

He brings his cupped hands to his face, “s-sorry,” he sincerely apologizes, “are you two okay..?” The two look like they’re in shock but they dazedly nod. He sighs out in relief before cringing in pain again, “okay good… I’m glad you two are oka-“

“Are you okay?” Tubbo cuts him off, timidly placing a hand over his thumb.

Foolish pauses before chuckling softly, “I- uh, yeah… nothing I can’t handle.”

“Why did you save us?” Ranboo mumbles, still partly in shock. They’re curled up on his palm but a long tail curls around both Tubbo’s arm and partly his finger.

Foolish looks at them, inquisitively, “because otherwise you’d get hurt? And I’d rather that not happen..?” The duo looks at him in a daze, and he wonders if he said something wrong again.

“…Thanks,” Tubbo mumbles, still wide-eyed. Ranboo nods their head in agreement. They shuffle closer on his hand, and it’s only now that he fully realizes that he’s picked them up.

“Oh! Oh, sorry- I, uh, I guess I did just pick you two up wi-without asking,” he sheepishly blurted, pulling the two away from him. They nervously laugh.

“It w-was either that or..” Ranboo started as both hybrids’ glance back,

“That..” Tubbo finishes the sentence.

“I..... hope that wasn’t some sort of- y’know, temporary home. Oh gods, wait, did I just ruin your house?” Foolish gasped, feeling terrible.

The two laugh a bit more, and Ranboo tilts his head, “well.. uh... you see..”

Foolish wants to hurl himself to the nearest cliff, “ohhhh gods, I’m so sorry...” he groans.

“Well... It’s alright, I guess,” Tubbo mumbles, “are you still offering that original proposal..?”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “prop... oh!” a glimmer of joy shines in his eyes, “oh! Yeah- yeah, I- I’m still offering that! If you guys want. It’s a little far from here, though. A- A little far for me, probably a lot... for you.”

“Yeah, we might take you up in that offer,” Ranboo nervously shuffles on his palm.

“Ah- Alright then! I.. guess we can head back now..?” he hesitantly smiles. The two don’t seem to put up much of a fight with his statement, already trying to settle down on his hands, “I- uh, you two can ride on my shoulders if you want.”

The two light up like bulbs at his sentence and look at him in glee. He chuckles,

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” he slowly moves them closer to his neck, angling his hand forwards so they can slip off. They bounce off before clinging to his shark hood, “you two good?” They both mumble out affirmative sounds and, with that confirmation, he begins walking.

Looks like he’s got another project to start.

#asks #drabbles #g/t #g/t mcyt #g/t writing #g/t Foolish Gamers #g/t Tubbo #g/t Ranboo

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wendy130 · 3 years

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Imagine Foolish being his normal height around Tubbo, not to scare him just to get him to stop shooting at him. But as he looks down at him he remembers that Tubbo is still a child, and what many adults had done to the children of the server for less. Just saying.-👻

“Tubbo, I said stop shooting me,” Foolish huffed out as he pinned the ram boy down with one hand and gently tugged his bow away from him. Tubbo had been shooting at him for the past ten minutes, and it was impossible to focus on making Tubbo’s new mansion.

“I still need to work on building your new house, and it’s very hard to do when you keep shooting me.” He felt Tubbo squirm under the light pressure of his hand,

“Let me gO!” the male yelled out, “or else I’ll bite.” As proof, he felt a small, sharp poke from where the boy’s head was. Foolish sighed at this action.

“Okay, okay, jeez. I just needed to get this-” he waved Tubbo’s bow back and forth, “-away from you.” He slowly released Tubbo from his grip, and he watched as Tubbo stumbled up. “I’ll give it back as soon as I’m done with a small portion of the building.”

He turned to walk back to his building site but threw one last glance at Tubbo. Taking a closer look, he saw Tubbo’s expression become sour. He was about to turn away before he observed the sour look turn into a look of despair. Tubbo’s expression shifted once more when he noticed Foolish still staring at him, becoming more stoic. Remnants of his fear still lingered, though, because Foolish could see how Tubbo’s arms and legs shook. Tubbo hunched over, and his arms became crossed, almost as if he was trying to protect himself. Foolish frowned at this. No kid should have to be so afraid. He sighed and kneeled down in front of Tubbo.

“Look, I’ll give you the bow back,” Tubbo sprung up and stared up at him, “but, you gotta promise you won’t shoot me with it. Deal?”

“Deal, big man!”

#ask #g/t #g/t mcyt #g/t Tubbo #g/t Foolish Gamers #drabble #sorry if my writing isn't top quality btw #I'm really outta it today hhh #and prob will be like that for the rest of the week:/

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