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“I'm Tubbo,” the president introduces himself quietly, smiling without teeth. The name sounds like a broken thing – defeated, like a hollowed-out tree or a deer on the side of the road, and his grip on their hand suddenly feels too warm, singeing their fingers like something red-hot and desperate, like a child screaming for help, like a dying man clinging on for dear life.
“Ranboo,” murmurs Ranboo, stunned.
(or: a teenage president, his newly appointed minutes man, and the secrets in between.)
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The door opens almost immediately. “Michael.” Willow tree hands on the piglin’s shoulders, clad in Tubbo’s old winter coat. “Goodness, where’ve you been? You know what we said about straying too far—”
Ranboo stops. Their eyes flare wide.
They’re not that much taller. If anything it looks like they’ve shrunk, hunched over themself, which explains why they don’t hit their head on the doorframe like Tubbo had expected. Their hair is much shorter now, haphazard around their neck like they’d hacked at it with a knife, and the glasses atop the bridge of their nose look to be a newer pair, glittering gold around red-green eyes. There’s a hauntedness about them, maybe, but mainly it’s the soft, worn, lived-in sort of tired in their face. The kind that Tubbo may have known, just for a moment in time, but is now a stranger to once more.
(Their wedding ring is, noticeably, absent from their horns. Tubbo doesn’t feel anything about that. He doesn’t wear his anymore either.)
(or: a man and his family.)
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your hands are hands that grip me tight (i think i want you to just kill me) by spoopdeedoop
Fandoms: Dream SMP
16 Feb 2025
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It scares Tubbo sometimes, how much he trusts Ranboo, in a way he trusts no one else but Tommy — dangerous levels, the kind of trust that could most definitely get him hurt later down the line, but Ranboo has been around long enough that Tubbo has long grown tired of wondering why they haven’t left yet. He bumps his forehead gently to Ranboo’s and hopes they can feel how much weight there is to this, hopes the feelings he can never articulate in words are visible in how he lays himself bare for them and nobody else.
(or: scars, the people who have them, and the people who love them).
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“You talk like an old lady,” the girl complains, the gravity of Tommy’s words falling on deaf ears, but he doesn’t mind. She’ll learn. “But you’re not wrinkly yet."
He props his face up on the flat of his palm. “Just tellin’ my story, man.”
“Please don’t get old, Tommy from the Woods,” she adds in a very serious voice. “You’ll get all slow and boring and then you won’t be any fun anymore.”
If slow and boring is the worst case scenario awaiting him after all of it, Tommy thinks it wouldn’t be the worst way to go, but he chuckles and tells her “I’ll do my best” anyway. The girl nods, seemingly satisfied, and leans forward to rest her chin on the arm of Tommy’s armchair, looking up at him.
“D’you ever miss it?” She asks quietly. “Wherever you came from, I mean.”
(or: tommy innit, a worn cardigan, and getting older when you never thought you would.)
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Benjamin Fairest is not a runner. Pico had learned this when they were on the run from his awful claw-nailed sharp-teethed parents (Pico’s suggestion, because he is Pico Newgrounds), when they had finally managed to scavenge a place for the night, both aching and scared beyond belief. Ben had locked himself in the dingy little bathroom and hadn’t come out for a very long time, and Pico had remembered, rather belatedly, that running tires most people.
He’d forgotten, either because he’d been doing it for so long or because he’d sort of always been living in a perpetual state of unwavering exhaustion, that how he lives is not sustainable for others.
(It’s not very sustainable for him, either.)
(or: pico newgrounds, rabbits, and a grocery store.)
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the 'spoop is completely normal about mk's father figures' saga by spoopdeedoop
Fandom LEGO Monkie Kid
13 Nov 2023
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i have THOUGHTS about OLD MEN and it is BAD
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the au in which they are all human and live together and are best friends and everything is okay
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You’ve grown here, laughed here, loved here. You’ve razed it to the ground. But it always comes back in the next cycle, another coded bit of data, just like you, just like every person here.
“Are we even real, Mydeimos?”
He seems furious, now. His hand reaches for yours, gripping it with force enough to bruise and slamming your palm into his chest. A heart beats there, but he’s dead, isn’t he? You are too, so why do your hearts still beat? “Do I feel real enough for you?” he asks. “After thirty-three million cycles, is there really anything to doubt?”
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In which you are Phainon, and he is Mydei, and the weight of deliverance is no longer on your shoulders.Bookmarked by spoopdeedoop
12 Jun 2026
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The place the body calls home by anodymalion
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
22 Sep 2025
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The radio blares to life when the car first starts, a too-cheerful song playing too loud, before Kurebayashi fumbles it off. After that she doesn't try to turn it back on, or start a conversation. All they have to accompany them is the motion of the car bumping along the road, the flash of streetlights throwing shadows across their faces - and Hikaru, who wants to shrivel up and die.
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29 May 2026
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The Algal Bloom by anodymalion
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga)
10 May 2026
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He crosses his arms around his chest, hunching over himself. "So, um. Is it... real different than bein' in a human body?"
It clicks at him again. There's an answering shiver in Yoshiki's ribs, a mix of fear and itchy curiosity. Against his better judgement he inches forward, lifting his hand into the space between them. The thing tracks his movements with a noiseless twitch.
"Do you feel other things the same, too? Like... if I touch you, can you feel it?"
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29 May 2026
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Yoshiki Ain't Gay by hey_its_leri
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga), 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
29 Nov 2025
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“Hey, Indou!” someone from midfield shouted, laughing between breaths. “Careful—Tsujinaka’s takin’ pictures of ya like he’s in love or somethin’!”
“Shut up,” Hikaru snapped, voice sharp. “Yoshiki ain’t gay.”
“Damn bro, calm down,” someone muttered. “Didn’t know you were his bodyguard.”
“Maybe he’s got you whipped,” another chimed. They erupted in laughter again.
Hikaru kicked the ball hard. Too hard. It smacked into the fence with a metallic clang that made a few heads jerk up.
“Knock that shit off,” Hikaru barked, shoving past a teammate. “I said he ain’t gay. Don’t fucking talk about him like that.”
One wrong reaction shatters everything between them, leaving Hikaru wrestling with a fear he can’t name and Yoshiki trying to pretend he doesn't exist. What follows is a slow, aching unravel: avoidance, regret, the steady realization that losing Yoshiki hurts more than anything Hikaru was trying to protect himself from.
A short, four-chapter "what if" story about bad timing, teenage feelings, and the clumsy way boys learn what it means to be truly honest with each other and themselves.
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08 May 2026
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Super eight. by HikaruMyLuv
Fandoms: 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Manga), 光が死んだ夏 | Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu | The Summer Hikaru Died (Anime)
28 Apr 2026
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“Besides, that’s the best part.”
“What is?” Yoshiki asked.
“Filmin’ you. All the time.”
“Hikaru… I gave you this so you could catch things that are important fer you. Not to waste it on, well… me.”
“But—”
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If you could fit eight years of your life into a two-hour film, which parts would you choose to show? And why?
For Hikaru, that question gets a little more complicated as he tries to balance a new sense of self with the person who matters most to him. But as footage rolls, the lines start to blur.
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Or: a collection of moments that somehow becomes a love story.
Bookmarked by spoopdeedoop
08 May 2026