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pindl3 · 3 years

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Since ranboo has said that everything is going to go to shit in the future, I’m going to indulge in some headcanons <3

The Syndicate

Ranboo wears makeup to cover his scars

When niki found out, she started teaching him more about makeup

Before syndicate meetings, Niki goes over to Ranboo’s place first so they can do each other’s make up

Since ranboo only did simple makeup he wasn’t very good at it at first, but even so Niki would always wear it to the meetings to make him feel more confident

Eventually Phil found them doing it, and they dragged him in to get his makeup done too

The next meeting Technoblade was very confused

One time ranboo managed to bribe technoblade to let Niki do his makeup- it didn’t go well when he found out Philza filmed the whole thing

Technoblade finds their antics amusing, and lets them get away with a lot- he won’t admit that he has a soft spot for the lot

Niki finds Ranboo wearing a skirt before one of the meetings- it was a sub goal- and proceeds to have a whole dress up party.

Ranboo stops to send a selfie of the completed look to Tubbo- that’s how Niki finds out that they are very very good friends (ranboo doesn’t tell her they’re married)

Tub n Ran Moments

Tubbo will go on frequent nightly trips (this man is missing his entire sleep schedule smh) and if he finds ranboo sleepwalking outside, he’ll hold his hand to make sure he (ranboo) doesn’t get lost

Ranboo likes to test makeup stuff on Tubbo

Tubbo has fallen asleep to Ranboo putting makeup on him multiple times- Ranboo would find it endearing if he would stop falling over and smearing all his hard work

Ranboo does find it endearing, he just uses that as an excuse to avoid admitting it

Tubbo enjoys braiding

Tubbo braids Michael’s hair- even if there isn’t a lot of it

When Tubbo gets too stressed, Ranboo lets him braid his hair over and over, gradually letting him calm down

They do that whenever they get into an argument as well, sitting in braiding silence until one of them speaks up.

It’s an unspoken rule that Tubbo cant tug Ranboo’s hair otherwise he won’t let him play with it anymore

If Tubbo finds ranboo being angsty, he’ll take him to the cake walk. After he restores all of the eaten cake, they go to a flower biome and talk about stuff until he calms down.

Ranboo, despite being less stubborn than Tubbo, always takes longer to talk about his issues. (The reasoning behind this is that Tubbo has pretty much always had Tommy, and Tubbo knows how to talk things out. While Ranboo is known for keeping secrets, trusting no one and withdrawing when stressed.)

They are both very stubborn about talking it over, albeit Ranboo is worse

Adventures with Ran, Tom n Tub

When Tommy is refusing help with something, Ranboo will start quietly assisting without his knowledge.

Ranboo and Tubbo will go on short adventures together, stalking Tommy and making sure he’s safe and well

Whenever they get caught, Tubbo always wholeheartedly admits to stalking him. It’s so abrupt that it never fails to make Tommy burst out laughing

Both Tubbo and Tommy exploit Ranboo for his huge wallet

When Tommy found out about Ranboo’s tear scars, (Ranboo was in his enderwalking state and had taken his makeup off) it freaked him out so much that he punched Ranboo, woke him up, and they both started screaming continuously at each other for a solid minute

Tubbo came outside of the mansion after he heard the elongated screaming, to see them staring at each other, standing in shocked silence. Tubbo walked back inside.

When Tommy started feeling more and more lonely, Tubbo invited him to have a sleepover at the Mansion. They ended up spending half the night looking for Ranboo, who enderwalked his way over to Sams place. After retrieving Ranboo, they all went and passed out.

Tommy denies that Ranboo is growing on him. Ranboo knows he’s growing on Tommy despite this.

They hold a slumber party every few days to make Tommy feel better- again, he denies that it kinda works

Technoblade

Techno hates being called The Blade after what happened with Tommy

Philza picked up on this and let Ranboo know. Now they only call him Techno and avoid the Blade part. Techno has yet to catch on

Techno has a major soft spot for Ranboo, despite trying his hardest at the beginning to avoid it

The voices in Technos mind always help him give people the best gifts- and by people that means Philza because he only is willing to show appreciation to Phil so he can keep his tough persona going strong.

The voices beg for blood- but they could also just go for some juice. Techno has yet to figure that out, because he never has juice

Techno has a huge stash of crowns in a chest somewhere, because they usually end up getting broken in battle.

Since both techno and Tubbo have trash sleep schedules, they have stumbled upon each other in the middle of the night.

Techno has seen Tubbo holding Ranboo’s hand at night (when he’s enderwalking, but Techno doesn’t know that), and has already made the connection that they’re married. they literally wear matching rings and heart necklaces.

Techno does not care that they’re married, despite major concerns around that. He doesn’t personally like Tubbo, but he likes Ranboo and trusts him. Also Tubbo has nukes, and being allied with his husband might protect his home from getting a booming visit.

Techno can sew, and actually enjoys it

Techno knows how to sew because of his habit of getting in fights. Fights with swords. And axes. You can see why knowing how to repair stuff would come in handy

Technos og cape, which has many stitches and hours of work inside of it, was taken when he was put on “trial”.

Ranboo also returned that when giving his armor back, which Techno was very grateful for (he wouldn’t let anyone know that though)

That’s all my headcanons for now, now gonna go keep ignoring the impending doom that’s going to be upon us in an indeterminate amount of time

#ranboo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp #dsmp headcanon #ranboo headcanon #tubbo headcanon #the syndicate #technoblade headcanon #bench trio #benchtwt #beetwt #bootwt #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah lot of headcanon right there #technoblade #dsmp technoblade #technoblade mcyt

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ushiwakaout · 4 years

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Husband! Ushijima || Haikyuu!!

⚠️ Warnings: Manga Spoilers Ahead || light nsfw towards the end || mentions of alcohol use ||

Gender Neutral Reader

Very quiet husband

Not very possessive or jealous

He is very much intimidating bc he’s a big boy

Type of husband who’d bring you food after practice no matter what time it is

Not home often but thank god you work for the volleyball news association

Always at his games and the other bc your branch mostly works w MSBY and the Adlers

Low key jealous when you have to head over to Adlers bc arch enemies u know

A big fan of your uniform bc is simple and well fitting

Answers your questions better than he would any other reporter

Low key he is internally freaking out bc he just want to look at you all day

YOU LOOK WAY TO GOOD IN YOUR F-ING SUIT

HE JUST WANTS TO HOLD YOU AND KITH UR FOREHEAD

No one else can tell but he’s looking at you so lovingly and it makes you blush so hard

He’s accidentally said you looked good on LIVE TELEVISION UGH

U wanna kill this man for making you blush so damn hard smh

Once he’s officially in Adlers speculations rise about your relationship so y’all don't tend to hide it anymore

During interviews you fix his hair or the other way around

When he’s volleyball season is over, you only work from home writing reports

Meaning more time at home with the husband if he isn’t working out or training

Most dates consist of city life outings or finding a local noodle place and spending the night talking away there

Or just walking at night because he obviously isn’t the biggest talker

You like the outings

He likes staying at home and rewatching matches with you (ofc)

You don’t complain, sometimes you miss his games and you end up watching the ones you’ve missed, and there's a handful of em.

You bought him a cheaper replica of your ring because HE DOES NOT TAKE IT OFF

NO CAP WILL NOT TAKE IF OFF NOT EVEN FOR A GAME

We love a dedicated man

He doesn’t see the point in taking it of if it doesn’t bother his spikes

But you make his take it off to replace it with one of those rubber ones bc you began to see light bruising on his ring finger when u lotioned his hands

Now he's a pouty boy

Doen’t like the rubber one so he doesn’t even fucking wear it

“Y/N… I don’t like it”

“Toshi… you’re going to bruise your finger even worse if you wear the ring”

“But-”

“Not but’s” *forehead kiss* “just don’t put on the ring”

“But now people won't know that i’m married to you”

God you try so hard not to laugh at his kid-ish behaviour.

He likes to subtle about you

Like when they ask if he’s in a relationship

His teammates groan internally (the low key love you tho)

Back to being at home, he occasionally plays video games

Likes the position where he's facing the tv and you’re just holding onto him like a koala

Dislikes you being far away when you’re home

But if you want space he’ll obviously give it you

Y’all have a guest room for that reason

Not because Tendo occasionally comes over and gets both of you drunk to let lose

SPEAKING OF

He isn’t a heavy drinker but likes occasionally having a drink with you

Drunk sex (slight nsfw under)

MMM

Since he's more lose, he's really grabby

He’s an ass guy so likes messing around with your butt

Tendo is used to drunk and handsy ushijima

When u get up to pee or something, expect him to slap you ass in front of tendo

THAT SHIT HURTS

DOES NOT REALIZE HOW HARD HE SLAPS until the next morning he sees a bruise on your ass

Doesn’t give one fuck that tendos in the next room and just… fucks you

Its doggy style so he had on hand on your shoulder pushing into him

And the other is covering your mouth with his hand

Or he has you in a headlock while you’re just drooling nonsense

Yes… ushijima makes a great husband

Brings you flowers once a week

Spoils you a lot

Buys you all his merch

Gets jealous of his own damn bodypillow

Found you sleeping w it one time he came back from a tournament abroad

Hides it from you when he's come bc only he gets to hold you in his arms

Overall best husbando, will fight anyone who tried to take you away from him

#haikyuu ushijima #ushijima #fluff! ushijima #husband!#husband!ushijima #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #non bianry #gender netural reader #tendo satori #x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanfiction #anime / manga #haikyuu spoilers #haikyuu manga

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falloutforties · 4 years

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Five Years (Deacon x Sole)

CHAPTER ONE: TOTAL ATOMIC ANNIHILATION!

Description: The second she crawled out of that vault, dead cockroach meat in her pocket and tongue still not completely thawed, she knew she didn’t have to lie anymore. No more candy-striped wallpaper coating the halls, no more perfect wife and mother. She was no one. She was everyone. She didn’t sugarcoat her feelings, she didn’t hold her tongue. And it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate that honesty, it’s that he had to mix in his honesty with a little sweet prevarication, like rum and coke-- but she was straight vodka, and he was starting to feel a little dizzy. Set in a world in which David Bowie did exist at one time, because the author can’t imagine a world in which he didn’t.

Warnings: Swearing and some fighting as well, but aside from that, no real warnings. I’m shit at writing angst, so there’s none of that. Slow burn, all chapters already written, hopefully one chapter a week unless grad school totally swamps me. Also, there are several elements of this story that are little fix-its for me, because todd really made me try to care about a son and husband smh. I was running around the wasteland like “why does everybody keep talking about my son? The only son I know is named Dogmeat, and he is a Good Boy.” ALSO because todd won’t let me romance Deacon.

Note from the Author: Hi folks! I wrote this to help me get through my writing block and because I needed a lil comfort in these trying times, so I figured I would make this blog to share it. I’m in the process of also putting it on ao3, but this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written so I’m not sure how this all works. I hope y’all enjoy!!!! This story gets started a little slow because I wanted to give an introduction for how I interpret the sole survivor’s personality and such. Pls let me know if you like this, and if you want to read more!! Love you!! <3

When she woke up in the morning, she knew the exact percentage of how likely she was to die that day, down to the decimal. It was not like a superpower, per se, just a sixth sense. An awareness, she might call it. She was incredibly aware of herself.

She couldn’t sense this clearly in other people, though she did have a sense of it. A vague direction as to how closely they’ll come to seeing their entire life flash before their eyes. She had seen it once or twice in Nate’s eyes over the breakfast table— a tint of green in his brown eyes that wasn’t there the day before, almost like a warning.

Something’s going to happen. It might not be bad, or it might be terrible. But it’s something.

She watched him turn his nose up at the box of Sugar Bombs sat on the countertop, favoring instead a cup of coffee and half a tato. She waited patiently for him to start his bi-weekly diatribe against the Sugar Bombs Corporation and their devious aims against the children of the Commonwealth.

“Did you know there’s a Sugar Bombs factory in Beijing?” He’d mentioned, several months ago for the first time. She was honestly just excited to hear that he’d managed to establish a new argument, though she wasn’t convinced that the Sugar Bombs factory in Beijing was a direct link to Childhood Communism as much as it was just outright standard capitalism.

When he finally settled at the table with his half-tato in one hand, coffee in the other, and Boston Bugle folded neatly under his arm, she watched his eyes. He was looking a little green, and she wondered errantly if perhaps he’d be scraped by a car while crossing the street. She herself, however, was at a solid 15%, which was a little higher than her standard measurements, but nothing out of the ordinary or concerning. Perhaps she would break a finger, sprain her ankle, crack a tooth on a Nuka-Cola bottle.

She appreciated the extra air of danger.

Life in Sanctuary was beautifully but painfully dull, less dull now that there was a child in the house, but dull nonetheless. Now, the stale quiet that usually settled over the house in the afternoon was permeated by the frequent cries and laughs of the child and the exclamations of their brand new housekeeper, who thought the child was a marvel of modern science.

He was, at the very moment his parents were eating breakfast, sleeping in his crib in the back room, the powder blue of his walls shielding him like a personal sky as he went completely unaware of everyone around him. He had the enviable manner of a child, crying whenever he felt a slight discomfort, laughing at the simplest of things.

She wished sometimes she could burst into tears just because she was hungry, or weep at the thought of being sleepy. It had been so long since someone had properly addressed her humanity that she thought if someone held her against their chest, she’d fall asleep, just like the child did at night when she rocked him.

“Mum,” Codsworth chirped as he hovered into the kitchen with a wet rag in one hand and a rattle in the other.

“Morning, Codsworth,” she replied with a mouth full of cereal. She, unlike Nate, was not too good for Sugar Bombs, and if they were implanting Communist Tracking Chips into her brain, well, that was a risk she was going to have to take. As long as she was the one who had to do the grocery shopping, she was not going to deny herself the simple pleasure of marshmallow cereal.

“Young Shaun should be asleep for approximately the next two hours.”

“Thank you, Codsworth.”

Nora loved Codsworth. There were days when she thought of him more as a husband than Nate. Codsworth, in his thrumming metallic voice, asked her everyday how she was feeling. Nate sometimes quirked his brow at her, and she nodded in response, but their marital conversation was frustratingly dry.

Like Sugar Bombs without milk.

Chip Harris was grandstanding on the news, and his thick croon filled the background of the house with a pleasant sort of domestic white noise along with the gentle clink of her silverware and the crinkling of Nate’s paper. She tuned her ears for a moment to Chip’s voice as he read from a teleprompter about some new information about China’s secret nuclear plants.

Everyone has nukes nowadays, she thought bitterly. Her Sugar Bombs were now soggy. Why are we allowed to hide them, but China has to send us a report or else we accuse them of some kind of crime?

She absentmindedly wondered if having a crush on the newscaster might turn her into more of a nuclear housewife. She knew Natalie Hawthorne had a crush on Chip Harris. She watched him every morning, even had a signed picture of him that she kept in her nightstand. Mr. Hawthorne was fine with it, of course, because no one in Sanctuary Hills could even prove that Chip Harris was real. No one could prove that he wasn’t just an incredibly advanced Protectron— a Mr. Handy in a pinstripe suit. Mr. Hawthorne didn’t have to worry about Chip Harris stealing his wife.

A knock on the door broke Nora’s concentration.

“Must be that sales guy,” Nate intoned, obviously bored senseless by the notion of a salesman at the door. “He’s been asking for you all morning.”

“All morning? I didn’t even hear him knock before now.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you sleep until 9 AM.”

Thank you, Nora, for staying up until the Devil’s Ass-Crack of dawn comforting a weeping child. Thank you for feeding him while I put earplugs in and turned over to the cold side of the pillow so I could go back to sleep. I answered the door for you, and the salesman gave me a free ticket to Fuck-Off-Ville, and I’m taking the child with me. You and Codsworth have fun now!

A woman could dream.

The salesman at the door was a weasel-looking fellow with an awfully mustardy-colored coat and matching hat. His smile seemed like it might be genuine, but based on the wrinkles that beamed from the corners of his eyes, it seemed he was well-versed in faking a good smile.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am! I am glad you took the time to answer the door today, because what I am about to tell you is a matter of utmost importance,” he promised, his smile somehow extended as he emphasized utmost importance.

“Utmost importance, huh? Glad I answered the door, then.”

“As you should be. Because of your family’s service in the military, you are eligible for entrance into the local vault— Vault 111!”

She eyed him warily before glancing up towards the hill at the end of the cul-de-sac. She had remembered the day Vault-Tec had started construction into the hillside, promising the neighborhood that “We won’t work until 9 AM, we’ll be gone in a flash, and you and your family will soon be protected in the unlikely event of total atomic annihilation!”

She didn’t buy the working until 9 AM part, she was skeptical about them being gone in a flash, and she hadn’t taken the time to assess the thought of total atomic annihilation. That was something that happened to people in the movies, or on radio shows, not in Sanctuary Hills. Total atomic annihilation might actually spice up her life, if it deigned to come close to Sanctuary Hills.

“Thanks,” she mentioned passively, ignoring the clipboard that was slowly being edged towards her. “My family too?”

“Yes, of course! Except the robot, mind you. Would you mind taking a few moments to fill out some paperwork?”

Nora turned her head to eye the situation inside the house before accepting the clipboard. If the salesman had knocked before, there was no reason to send him away then. He was working hard, and she appreciated the thought if not the persistence.

“Excellent! Now you and your family are… Prepared for the Future!”

She gave a half-hearted laugh at the way he performed his reading of the motto— the Vault-Tec promise that had been broadcasted via billboard all over every cityscape and neighborhood nearby. If total atomic annihilation never came around, Vault-Tec was sure going to look foolish.

She shut the door and sauntered back over to the breakfast table, but just as she sat down, a cry rang through the house. Shaun was awake, and Nate was eyeing her above the folded edge of his paper.

“Mum!” Codsworth chirped once again, hovering back into the kitchen. “Young Shaun seems to be inconsolable. Would you mind using some of that… maternal instinct you seem to be so good at?”

“Sure, Codsworth. Thank you.”

Once the door was closed in Shaun’s little room, she felt a great weight lift from her shoulders. True, she had not liked the child at first, but he was growing on her, and she appreciated the fact that he had to listen to everything she said without commentary or judgement.

“You might be unsure now, but once that beautiful baby boy is handed to you in a pretty blue blanket, you’ll love him more than you’ve ever loved anything,” Natalie Hawthorne had told her at the baby shower in a moment of vulnerability. Nora had escaped the Hawthorne’s living room to cry in their bathroom, marking it up to hormones at first, but the second she looked in the mirror and saw that damned stomach of hers, the crying got worse. Natalie stumbled into the bathroom by accident, catching Nora in the midst of a coughing fit.

So, Nora waited until Shaun was born, and when the nurse handed him to her, she stared at him and felt absolutely nothing. But she cooed and tickled his tiny feet, promising to herself that if she could just get the child home, maybe it would get better. Maybe it was the anesthetic and the drugs that made her so emotionless. It wasn’t.

It was the fact that she hadn’t wanted a child at all, the fact that she hadn’t even really wanted a husband, but her parents had set her up with some soldier boy, fresh out of a set of power armor, and that was that. She would marry Nate because it was what she was supposed to do, not because she had fallen in love.

She adjusted Shaun’s cap before scooping him into her arms.

“What do you have to cry about?” She muttered to the child. “You don’t have to pay taxes. You’re not going to have to wear heels and go grocery shopping and attend baby showers. You’re going to play catch in the backyard with your father, and then one day, some girl will marry you because she has to. You’re set for life, little buddy.”

Shaun merely gargled something, his hands grabbing for her hair. He was like a partially-sentient diary. She would pile her troubles on him, and he would go, “Ah!” And then go back to sleep.

“I was thinking we could go to the park today,” Nate remarked as he stepped into the nursery. “Would you be interested?”

“Sure, sure. Might be nice to get some fresh air.” She had intended to say more, perhaps something about finishing her Halloween preparations, but when she turned to him, she saw his eyes fully for the first time that day, and Shaun nearly slipped from her grasp.

“Woah, woah, hey,” Nate took the child from her arms. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just… are you feeling alright?”

“Fine. You look pale, though. Maybe it’s all that Chinese Cereal.”

She chuckled despite herself and maintained eye contact with as much focus as she could muster. His eyes were near fully green. She was sure it was nothing. It had to be nothing. They were going for a walk in the park, and besides, her percentage was still standing at a solid 15%. It was nothing.

But Chip Harris knew more than she did, and when Codsworth called them all into the living room, Chip Harris was, for the first time on the air, misty-eyed. His head was in his hands, the morning report discarded as he faced the camera with shaking eyes.

“Shit,” Nora whispered, and Nate scolded her for her foul mouth. “Sorry, I just… is this it?”

“I think this is it.”

“Whatever it is, I will certainly miss you all dearly. Sir, Mum, Young Shaun. I believe this is goodbye.”

Codsworth’s goodbye started her heart thrumming at an unbelievable pace, and she kicked into gear, sweeping herself up from the loveseat and rushing towards the door, ushering Nate and Shaun behind her.

This was it. This was the end of the world, but it wasn’t going to kill her.

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