#I do think I could’ve done better but ehhh

[silverlombaxwitch]

did you already forget? You weren’t supposed to know that.

[hoshigray]

iillly happy bday bbgggg pls BULLY SATORUUUUU pleasepleaseoHFGOSH

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: THANK YOU AND BET !!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; you + satoru are juniors - sex in a public space; library study room - breast fondling + nipple play - sex on a table - overstimulation - pet names (crybaby, cutie, pretty girl) - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - unprotected sex (psa: wrap that shit up, kiddos ) - mention of cervix and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“Ahhaaa! Thhh, shtopp! T’oo fast…!!”

“Yeah, goin’ too fast? Hnnmm, shit…tell that to your hips.”

This is not how this day was supposed to go, but that’s what having a bully in your life is like, right?

Today was one of those days where you’d spend most of your leisure time studying and catching up on upcoming coursework before the weekend, savoring your free days to rest and do some light reading for Monday. So here you were, spending the Thursday evening at the library in a study room you reserved until closing time. Fingers are typing away on your keyboard, putting words to your Word document while taking pieces of your french fries to munch—your study snack from the dining hall. 

And everything was going swimmingly, feeling the groove of things operate accordingly while bumping to your music.

Until your eyes snap to the door opening, and they widen at the sight of the culprit. Snow white hair and round glasses, and your stomach drops. “G-Gojo?”

“Yo!” He chips with a smirk, stepping inside and closing the door with his heel. You could’ve sworn you locked that door, but you’re sure it is now after he does it for you. “I knew I saw you walking out from the dining hall; the nerd is all cooped up in the library. Whatcha up to?”

“I, umm,” your gaze moves to your Word document, not wanting to see Gojo walk to where you’re sitting at the rectangle table. “J-Just, getting ready for a group seminar tomorrow…Need my notes ready.”

The tall boy slides his backpack off and drops it to the chair on the side of the table. His closing the door blinds and striding back to you grows the unsettling feeling in your tummy. “Ehhh, notes? Must be bored.”

“Not really…” It’s challenging to channel your focus on something productive when you watch from your peripheral with every step he takes until he’s behind you. “Just need to answer four more questions, and then I’ll,” your body rigid when he places his hands on your shoulders—there’s no escape now. “…I’ll be done.”

“Mmmm,” he hums and puts his chin to your head. “Working so hard, huh?” He kneads your shoulders and travels down to your arms. “I think it’s about time you give yourself a break.”

“Gojo, please,” pleads teeter out your mouth, yet your futile attempt to stand is refuted.

“Whaaat? You gotta give yourself breaks, right?” He moves his face to your shoulder to whine. “Can’t help a friend relax for a bit from studying?”

You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t leave your lips—a moan is snuck out from his hands, finding your chest. Sneaking inside your shirt to cup and soft mounds behind your bra. “Nnnn, n-no, we can’t…not here—“

“Psshh, you’re no fun, baby,” he coos to your ear, tweaking a nipple for you to squeak. “It won’t be for long, promise. Besides,” you turn to him, his blue orbs seen better from the dark shades now that you’re closer. “No one knows better to care for you than me, right? C’mon, just five minutes, and I’ll go, ‘kay?”

Your stomach has not stopped contorting knots ever since you saw that door open, and now you’re in a dilemma you prayed wouldn’t happen today. Regardless, you only have to give him what he wants, and you can return to work. So, you swallow your pride and kiss him on his soft lips. 

“—Ohhhh, y-you said for fi—Iiiive minutes…!!”

“Hahhh, did I say that? Heh, must be bad with time.”

Deliberately making a supposed five-minute break turn into nearly thirty minutes isn’t terrible with time—just plain ignorant. 

Your laptop, course material, and Gojo’s shades are pushed further into the table, substituting them with your figure to be laid on the edge of the table surface. Your bottoms and panties were stripped to the ground with Gojo’s jeans, your sexes exposed and now joined in the union as he propels his hips to pound into your chasm. Your cunt was a mess, slick, and come mixed and collecting in a soapy ring with the back-and-forth motions of your junior bully. 

The walls of the library rooms aren’t the best, nearly paper-thin to hear convos from one room to the other. You bite your lips to try to conceal your cries, but the curve of Gojo’s dick poking your walls have you screaming silently. “Fuck, pretty girl,” he intentionally grinds his pelvis to your folds, the broken wails egging him on to tease you more. “Scared someone will come and find us, huh? Scardey-cat,” the hands to your wrists pull you in with every rut. 

“Gaaahh, Gojooohhh,” your brows sewn together after the stimulation of your G-spot is hit yet again. “I’m sens’tiveee, go sloooww!”

“Shiiiit, that’s kinda hard when you’re clenching me so hard,” he hisses with a sigh. “Pretty much asking for me to mess you up.”

You shake your head at the brush of his tip hitting your cervix. “Ahaaaa, ohhJesus,” tears well up in your eyes with another jab to your womb.

“Oh, is the lil’ nerd about to cry?” Gojo bends down to you while his hips keep working, his flushed face inches closer to yours, and he wipes a tear with a thumb. “Awww, don’t do that; don’t want people next door to see what’s up with you.” His thumb enters your mouth, your tongue tasting your salty tear.

You sob on his digit, licking his thumb, and more twitches of your vagina come from more grazes on your inner texture. “Nhhooh, ahhhmyGod, good, feels tew goood…!”

Gojo can feel it; you’re clasping onto his length way too much not to notice. He snickers, “Gonna cum, baby?” You nod hurriedly, and he brings his forehead onto yours. “Want me to help you with that?” Too enraptured that you don’t notice him sneaking his hand to your lower half and a pinch to your clitoris has you cry. “Shhh, shhh,” he coaxes to your ear, his thumb swiping on the bud as you sob in parts. “Go ahead, wring me out, you slutty crybaby.”

Another pinch, and you’re contracting around him hard. Your orgasm hits you right there, the hot feeling of your body is washed with a sharp cold that rattles your legs. Hands come and grip the back of Gojo’s long sleeve, your cunt flitting on him as your body jolts from pleasure.

Gojo hurries to pull out and stroke his cock, his seed spilling out to paint your messy slit with the come oozing out from your hole. He throws his head back in bliss. “Shit, that felt good.”

“I,” you are stuck in a daze, yet you try to communicate. “I have to…get back to studyinng.”

“You still have some of those pills from last time?” You nod slowly as he brings his briefs and jeans back on. “Good! Be right back; gonna get some wipes from the restroom.” He then leaves and closes the door on his way out, leaving you cold and helpless on the table surface.

And now you know. Note to self: lock the door whenever you study at the library.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Babe, you have an amazing brain, love everything going on in there-”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “-but we need a LITTLE bit of organization or we’re NEVER gonna remember what great ideas you had five minutes ago.”

Charlie: “Wait, what great idea did I have five minutes ago???”

Vaggie: “I don’t know. You scribbled it on a napkin and there’s like, five hundred of those scattered around our room.”

Charlie: “Aw shoot.”

Vaggie: “Some of them are folded in the shape of swans?"

Charlie: "Nnnoooo I've been trying so hard not to DO that so much!!!"

Vaggie: "It’s, pretty impressive honestly.”

Charlie: (huffs) “Okay. Fine. Maaaybe you’re right. Maybe I might have a slight, uh, organizing thoughts problem.”

Vaggie: “No worries sweetie, I have a solution.”

Vaggie: (dramatically steps aside) “BAM!”

Charlie: “OH OH VAGGIE! YOU GOT ME METAL BOXES~!”

Vaggie: “They’re filing cabinets.”

Charlie: “OHHHHH!!!”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “How… how do we activate the filing cabinets?”

Vaggie: “You put your ideas in folders, label the tabs on the folders, put them in a drawer, and label each drawer. Then when you’re looking for something you just open the drawer and-”

Charlie: “Bam?”

Vaggie: “Bam. There it is. The brilliant ideas of Charlie Morningstar.”

Charlie: “As organized by Vaggie, her amazing wonderful super smart and beautiful girlfriend!!!!!”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “I don’t think looking good has anything to do with organizing…”

Charlie: “Hmm, you still are though, miss good looking. Annnnnd it DOES have a lot to do with what I’m thinking about right now.”

Vaggie: “What’re you thinking, Charlie?”

Charlie: (grins)

Vaggie: “…really? Right here, in front of our new cabinets?”

Charlie: “Heheh. I like it when stuff is ‘ours’~”

Vaggie: “Why do I get the feeling the first recorded thoughts of Charlie Morningstar are gonna have to be filed under ‘for our eyes only’.”

Charlie: “Your smirk would have to go there too then. But does this mean it’s a good idea!?”

Vaggie: “Definitely.”

Charlie: “WOO! Kisses kisses kisses-”

Vaggie: “AFTER we’ve cleaned up all these napkins. AND have neatly folded the ones that aren’t already swans.”

Charlie: “Wh- but- but there’s almost five hundred of them!! The kisses-?”

Vaggie: “One kiss per every fifty napkins, how’s that sound?

Charlie: (pouting) “Insufficient kiss ratio.”

Vaggie: “Sorry, but as much as organizing your brain turns me on, the storm of paper in here is kinda a total mood killer. No way I can focus on anything with this mess everywhere. So. Start cleaning.”

Charlie: “I’m starting to think writing on napkins was my worst idea yet…”

Vaggie: “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been paper airplanes again.”

Charlie: “THEN I could’ve just thrown them all out the window! Be free! Fly!!! Shoo! Let me make out with my girlfriend in peace!”

Vaggie: “Ha!”

Charlie: “…. Vaggie. What if we-”

Vaggie: “Charlie no.”

Charlie: “Oh come on! Swans can fly!”

Vaggie: “Not when they’re fancy origami ones that we’ll just have to clean up later anyway.”

Charlie: “Feh. Stupid ideas on stupid napkins.”

Vaggie: “Would one kiss per every two dozen napkins make you feel better?’

Charlie: “Yes.” (deep sigh) “But I’ve only folded ten.”

Vaggie: “Perfect, I’ve done fourteen, so that makes two dozen.”

Charlie: “Wh-”

Vaggie: “Kiss ratio completed.”

Charlie: “It’s based on our combined number???”

Vaggie: “Why not. You like it when stuff is ‘ours’, don’t you.”

Charlie: “….yesthankyouiloveyouonekissplease.”

- a few several many moments later –

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “I’m suddenly getting the idea that… those were way more than one kiss.”

Vaggie: “I don’t care and wasn’t keeping count. File it under ‘Vaggie can’t multitask for shit’.”  

Charlie: “Mmm, ehhh. I think we just need a ‘Vaggie has AMAZING focus while kissing, but specifically only on the actual kissing’ folder instead.”

Vaggie: “Are you trying to get me to kiss you again.”

Charlie: “Is it working?”

Vaggie: (shoving napkins in her hands) “Here. Fold.”

Charlie: “I’m filing that under a yes~”

Vaggie: “Charlie. Fold. NOW.”

Charlie: “Hm-hmm-hm-hmmm~” (folding at lightspeed) “My newest great idea is that we should get even MORE filing cabinets.”

Vaggie: “Oh for-”(throws aside napkins) “-fuck’s sake-” (gives up and kisses her again)

[symphonyofdoom]

Happy Father's Day! Here's a Lilia fanfic for today!

Lilia being a father figure to MC/Reader.

Synopsis: MC/Reader/you told Lilia a Happy Father's Day, but during that MC/Reader ended up confiding to Lilia about their complicated relationship with their father. (Side note: I refer to the reader as "you" in this. Also this is my first fanfic that I've written. Sorry if it's not perfect).

TW: implied abuse, family trauma, painful memories.

Tags: wholesome, slice of life, comfort

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MC: Happy Father’s Day, Lilia-senpai! Because you’re a dad… or father … a good one as I heard from Silver!

Lilia: Woah thank you very much, Prefect! Didn’t expect that from you, I guess you’re one of the ones who know of our secret Khee hee hee!

Lilia: Anyways, you must miss your father back home! He probably misses you too.

MC: …

Lilia: Huh? What is it? You seem troubled, prefect… Did I say anything wrong? Sorry about that!

MC: Oh no no no it’s not you! It’s… complicated… Yeah, I miss my dad, but…

Lilia: Oh, I see. *He looks at you inquisitively* Well would you like to perhaps confide in me? I have time for days as they say! I would love to hear you out!

MC: Is… it okay?

Lilia: Huh? Why are you asking? Of course it is okay! You should never feel troubled for needing someone to talk to!

Lilia guides you to a nearby bench. You told him everything that your dad has done to you.

Lilia: Ehhh? What?! He did that?! That’s pretty… cruel! No father should say such words or do such things to their children! *Lilia looks pretty upset now*

MC: I don’t know… I think I get it, though… I’m not the best child… In fact, I was the naughtiest one and I misbehaved a lot back then! I mean you know what kind of shenanigans Grim and I got up to, right? Hehehe…

It was a little painful for you to say it, but it feels better after joking about it. You have to lighten up the mood after seeing his upset face after all. However, Lilia looks at you with a horrified face.  

Lilia: Prefect…

Lilia: I may be strict, very strict even. Even Malleus have seen my wrath. However,… HOWEVER, I will never say or do any of that to a child. I would never imagine myself saying such words or doing those things to Silver. Even when he misbehaved once in a while, even when he used to fight with Sebek daily, and even when Malleus accidentally unleashed the whole castle into turmoil… those words that your father has said never crossed my mind. And even if it did, I would never say it to any of them!

MC: Well… eh… each parents have different ways of disciplining their kids, right? After all, my dad loves me. He just wants the best for me. So that’s why he did and said those things, because he cares about me.

Lilia: Prefect…

*Lilia looks surprised at you, almost out of words...*

Lilia: Prefect, I’m sorry… Maybe because humans don’t live long enough to learn or think some things through… Parents love their children, but at the same time they can be unwise with how they care for their children. They say hurtful things to their children thinking it would make them stronger, but based on what I learned through my own experience and others’ experiences, it’s not the best way to discipline a child… or let alone show that parents love their child. Heck, even fae parents are not the best as well… I have seen it impact some of my… colleagues back then.

For the first time, you’ve never felt so heard or seen. It’s as if your inner child sees a light at the end of the tunnel.

Lilia: Being naughty and misbehaving are common behaviors in children, and sometimes they need to learn their lessons. But they’re children after all; they wouldn’t be aware of the full length of how to behave. What is “accountability” in their young eyes? That is something the parents have to nurture, and nurture it with grace; not punishments and threats unless absolutely necessary.

MC: Well maybe it was necessary for my parents… it was me after all. I could’ve been a better kid who obeyed their parents, but I chose not to… Hahaha…

Lilia: Prefect, cease your nonsense!

*You are taken aback*

Lilia: Prefect… *He has a soft and somewhat sad look in his face* If I may…

He makes a gesture as if he wants to hug you. You are a bit surprised, but you went for it because you feel comfortable around him. Ever since you got to NRC, he’s like another parent for you… another trusted adult besides the faculty members. Lilia embraces you as if he embraces Silver.

*Lilia’s voice becomes gentler than his normal voice*

Lilia:  Prefect, as a child, you just wanted to have fun, right? Seeing how your parents are, they probably took away your source of joy, and when you rebelled, you became a misbehaving child. Prefect, I just want to say this…. Not everything is your fault. You’re not responsible for not being the perfect child. Nobody in this world is perfect… humans, faes, beastmen, merpeople…

*You have flashbacks of when your fellow peers overblotted.*

Lilia: … let alone a child, who still have to learn the ropes of the world.

*Lilia embraces you tighter. *

Lilia: Prefect, any parents would be happy to have you as their child. You are creative, energetic, and bright! You always bring the light to a room. Look, even a lot of your peers seem to value you. See, you’re not a bad kid… I think a lot of parents would think that having you as their child is a huge blessing!

As he says this, you can’t help the tears falling from your eyes. No matter how much you try to repress your emotions, more tears kept flowing through your eyes. You started sobbing in Lilia’s embrace as he rubs your hair. You slowly realized what was missing from you… from your childhood.

Lilia lets you take your time processing your emotions and cry. He let you rub your face against his uniform as you kept crying. Lilia doesn’t mind this. From raising three kids, tears are better than other things on the clothes after all.

Afterwards, he invited you to a Father Day's feast with Malleus, Sebek, and Silver. Lilia told you that it's okay to come to his feast, as the other three would be happy that you joined in too. You accepted his invitation, and thought about inviting him. But maybe, another time. You'll definitely pack up some food for Grim, though!

[chrisodonline]

Finally, this show gets to what it's always been destined to do: hunting pirates. Or wannabe pirates. Is this tech guy a Pirate? Or just Pir-ish? Ehhh?

Callen's got his hands on his hip. You better get it together, mister. Spy Dad is not playing, and you're about to be grounded. Or docked. Ehhhh? 

Kensi and Rountree are STILL at the library. I feel like G and Sam have gone to 100 places at this point. 

You think you could've taken that briefcase out sooner, lady? "Oh, you guys are leaving. I'm just going to randomly pull this out while you walk away. Doopy doo."

JIM BONES. ARRGHH.

Sam's freaking face when he said he joined a treasure hunt forum online. The judgment. The amusement! 

"You can't make this up." And Callen is just like, "Yeah, you can't. Now shut up. I'm listening to a treasure hunt."

Rountree must have done Escape Rooms! "What year did the ship wreck?" Take him if you take Rosa to an Escape Room. (Take G, too. He will be so giddy.)

"Books. That's it." THAT IS ENOUGH.

A CIPHER WHEEL! LATIN! MANUSCRIPTS! 

Kilbride is doing 0 editorializing on things. Wow. I think he's really into this treasure hunt, too.

"Go on with your bad self." FATIMA IS SO COMFORTABLE WITH EVERYONE. I LOVE IT.

HAHAHA. Callen's face when Kilbride is like, "Be careful, guys. This place might be littered with explosives." 

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She smiled softly. “Yeah, I know… Thanks Valka, that, that means a lot to me.”

“One, because he’s lame and hates the idea of fun. And two, because ‘dragon racing is only for the original dragon riders’ or whatever.” She shrugged. “You might just have to take it up with him though.”

“Ehhh… I mean I guess, but you have to agree with me on the fact that Astrid could’ve done a lot better. Hiccup? He’s ugly and… generic… She probably could’ve gotten with Fishlegs and had the same results.” Was she joking? Maybe, maybe not, who knows?

She honestly just found most relationships absolutely disgusting. Never in her life would she date someone, let alone marry someone. It was so… weird.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You might be right. You know, maybe one day we’ll actually see them ‘separate,’ and then Snotlout will get his head out of his a**. Though we can only hope.”

“Mhm! I’ll sit with you, definitely! See you there!” she exclaimed, waving at them as they flew off.

Saying goodbye to Valka, she turned to pet Toothless as he nudge her. “Duh, c’mon, let’s go.”

———

Danny had been a little nervous entering the Great Hall at first, but very quickly her worries dissipated; the good food and the lively music, along with being surrounded by friends and family helping a lot.

She had also been very supportive of Camicazi’s plans to prank Snotlout, and she wanted to be involved as much as possible.

Spitelout knew exactly what he was doing. Just because he wasn’t able to overthrow Hiccup, doesn’t mean that he couldn’t put added stress and pressure onto him. He also needed more ways to make him seem like an unworthy leader.

———

Her hands rested on Hiccup’s shoulders as they flew, a calm smile on her face.

“Uhh…” She thought for a few moments before an idea finally came to mind. “Oh, could we go get my dagger back from the cave? I don’t think anyone ever brought it back.”

Camicazi shook her head. "Chief Hiccup? Lame? You're talking about the first guy to ever ride a DRAGON! There's no way he's lame and hates fun. He's a little on the serious side, but that's because he has to be. We don't have to worry about half the stuff he does." Camicazi laughed. "He may be generic to you, but he sticks out like a sore thumb around here!"

She turned around, getting a good look at Hiccup. "Ugly is such a strong word. Look at that jawline! He could cut Gronckle iron with it if he wanted to." She threw her hands in the air. "Hey, I'm just saying! Unconventional? Maybe. Ugly? Nah."

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He was honestly surprised she'd suggested the cave, but nodded. "Yeah, we can head there. I can go in and get it for you if you don't want to go back inside there." Which would be perfectly understandable, given what happened the only time she'd ever been there.

Toothless whined, remembering the high emotions from the moment. He looked back at Danny before looking forward again as Hiccup guided them towards the beach.

It was dusk when they landed just outside the cave. Hiccup dismounted, pulling out his sword for light.

"Are you sure you're alright with being here?"

[teddy06writes]

What Could Have Been Was Good, But What We Have Now Is Better

Part Two to You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need you Now

Requested by:

@alistorhq

@hiphopdancer101universe

@trinatiger

@lightbulb77724

plus some anons.

Quackity x reader; past sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swearing, yelling, mentions of drinking/being hungover

premise: The confrontation, and what follows

{Okay, so at first, I was gonna have this as like a collection of various moments that would have happened in the two year span, plus the confrontation, but then I was like but that might be clunky. So, if you guys want, I'll do a part three with the little scenes I had been thinking about}

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Slowly, the sun began to climb into the sky, beginning to peak out from between the tall buildings of Las Nevadas.

Slowly, you stirred, glaring out the open window at the sun.

For a moment, everything was normal. Your fiancé's soft snores and Charlie's soft humming from the other room almost convinced you that it was just a normal day.

But then you fully sat up, untangling yourself from Quackity's arms and glancing around to where your other 'children' were still asleep in various places in the living room.

The previous day and the reason for your camping out in the living room came flooding back to you as you stood, stretching.

Shaking your head, you went to go get dressed, beginning to recall the so called script you had made yourself the night before.

Halfway through fixing your hair, Quackity ducked into the half open bathroom door, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Good morning baby."

"Morning." You sighed, "Are you hungover or did Purp get you to stop soon enough?"

"ehhh, it's not that bad..." He said.

You nodded, turning to lean against the counter and look at him fully, "I assume that your in the same boat as me, with this whole Situation...?"

"Depends on which boat that is."

You shook your head, "What could have been was good, but..." You glanced back out the door to where you could hear Fundy and Charlie talking, "I think what we have now Is better."

Quackity seemed to breath a sigh of relief, quickly pulling you into his arms, "I agree. I know that I loved them once... but... even then it felt like being the odd one out... I don't think I'd be able to handle it again. Not after knowing what they'd done. It- it hurts to even see them..."

You melted into the embrace, glad to know he was on your side, "I'll take care of everything. I promise."

~~ After sending Charlie out to go find Sapnap and Karl, and send them to your office, you headed down to your office for yourself.

There you mindlessly organized your desk, with only semi shaky hands.

"(y/n)?"

Your head snapped up, upon hearing Karls voice, "Come in."

They entered, Karl beginning too look around at the pictures on one of the shelves as Sapnap asked, "So, where Quackity? Doesn't seem like a fair discussion if not all of us are here."

"Yeah," Karl agreed, "He should have a say too."

You rubbed at your eyes, "Unfortunately, we thought it best, for me to handle this. Q, wasn't sure he'd- deal with it in the right way."

"Well that's Quackity for you." Karl mumbled, moving to sit in one of the chairs facing your desk.

"Never could fight his own battles- not that this is one." Sapnap interrupted himself.

You frowned, "Well... I'd hardly say that. He's the one who built this place- well, I designed some buildings, he did the rest. Getting the Badlands off our backs peacefully last year was all him. Not so much peacefully as with many threats..."

Karl nodded, almost expecting you to tell the story, but you shook your head, "Anyway, that's not what I asked you here to talk about."

"Of course," Sapnap agreed, "Obviously, our relationship is slightly more important."

You sighed, "There's one thing, actually that I think I should preface with, before I state our position. Where the fuck did you go? Why the fuck did you leave us? And Why do you think you just get to show up now?"

They sat shocked for a moment, and you couldn't help but smirk, gesturing for them to speak, "No, please enlighten me. I'd like to know."

Karl and Sapnap looked to each other, Karl shaking his head, before Sapnap whispered, "We have to, if we want them back."

"I..." He faltered, turning to you, before squeaking, "I- couldn't- remember you- until a week ago."

You froze for a moment, but before you could make any comment, he rambled on, "Because of all this crazy stuff- I travel- like- through time- it was messing with my head- but it's better now, and we're here! To marry you guys!"

You looked at him confused, "Time travel?"

He nodded sagely, "I've... seen more than you can imagine, i've seen nations rise and fall, universes collapse. Hero's that even Tommy couldn't compare too, evils that..."

Karl's voice faltered, and Sapnap reached over to take his hand comfortingly.

"Let me guess. You found out that everything turns to dust eventually..." You sighed, rubbing at your temples.

"It never works out." Tiny tears leaked from his eyes, and Sapnap was quick to get up, pulling Karl into his arms.

~~ "Why did you do that?" Sapnap asked, his voice soft, but still with an air of hostility.

Karl had gone back to the hotel, quickly and quietly, tears still falling.

"I didn't do anything-"

"Clearly you did!" He cut you off.

You shook your head, pushing back your chair and standing, If he forgot us... why didn't you remind him? Tell us about him about us? Or actually come up here like you said you would?!"

"Because maybe I wanted things to be the way that they were! Maybe I liked not sharing! But maybe it was because I had to deal with that!"

You continued to pace as he sat down heavily, "He was going insane (y/n), he saw the end of everything! He had to watch the rise and fall o L'manburg over and over! He's seen the egg come and go! I had to take care of him!"

"And you don't think I've had to take care of things? You two left and I had to put Q back together! I still have to put him together sometimes! I had to keep planning this the whole time! And then I get all these fucking child soldiers all these people that your fucking friend ruined, and I had to take care of them!

I held it all together until it itself stuck- and now I have a family! And that seems like it's more than what you two could've given us! You think you're the one that had to deal with someone who'd seen too much- Charlie's been here since the beginning of the server! He may seem fine but he is haunted!

Don't act like you're the only one whos had to 'go through it' because I made a home and a family and I take care of them- even though you leaving broke me! So don't lecture me! You didn't need us then, and we sure as hell don't need you now!"

You sat down, running your hands through your hair, tugging at the ends and not daring to look at Sapnap.

"Are you serious? Wouldn't us coming back help put you back together?"

"We learned to live without you, and I don't think I want to unlearn, and it seems like my family is with me."

Still you could not make yourself look up at him.

"I guess I understand."

There was a quiet shuffling of the chair, then footsteps, before you could finally breath again and your soft sobs began to fill the office.

~~ It had hardly been two minutes before Quackity was entering your office, kneeling in front of you and pulling you into his arms, whispering about how brave you are.

You cried into his chest, "I didn't think I could do it- what if it was a mistake-"

"no babey, you did perfect. You know it yourself we are better without them. We've got our family we don't need them. You are so, so brave and I am so proud of you. So proud of you (y/n)."

He pressed kisses to your hair, trying to pull you impossibly closer to him, "Thank you... for doing something I couldn't."

You only sobbed harder, clinging to him.

That was how the others found you later, in a heap on the floor.

Wordlessly, Purpled sat next to the two of you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Fundy found himself sitting as well, leaning against you. Charlie hummed softly as he went about fixing the chairs that Karl and Sapnap had left in disarray.

"Let us take care of you now." Quackity said softly.

The others made noises of agreement, and you let out your final sob.

Because your family was there where Sapnap and Karl weren't. And they would take care of you, the way you took care of them.

[unknownwriting]

Same!! Aside from the top 3 you listed, I generally don’t hate any character. Sure, if I see a bad character, I’d either go “Ehhh, I’m willing to forgive you... to some extent” or just “Nope, I dislike you”. But I don’t immediately think of them (except for those 3) when I go to my mental “hated characters” list. Thanks for answering 😊

Also, guessing request are open since your recent post said so, but the description says it’s closed...? I’m gonna take your word for it, and hopefully don’t offend you 😅

May I request Crocodile, Lucci and Kid with a crush on a fem. reader that’s a hopeless romantic? Just thought the dynamics would be adorable with how their personalities are portrayed >w<

As for what I personally classify as a hopeless romantic... it’s not so much the suaveness or charm. Sure, we love ourselves a gentleman that can remind us chivalry is not dead, but it’s more about finding “the one”. And “the one”, which we’re meant to find (kinda like a soulmate), has got to be able to show their sincerity. You can shower me in gold without the most genuine of feelings behind it, and I’d take one look at you, scowl and walk away. Small actions are weighed more heavily if the feelings behind them are sincere. A paper crane with a sweet note on it? My heart would straight up melt.

Figured it’d be interesting since I can imagine them trying to win her over with their perfectly crafted facade only to have her grimace in response since it’s not entirely genuine. We hopeless romantics are “in love with love” and could love practically anyone, but that’s only if they’re sincere.

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- having a crush on a hopeless romantic

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ - Eustass Kid, Lucci, Crocodile

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ - none :)

ａ/ｎ - Hopeless Romantic gang rise up 😫✊🏻 also akdjdid omg I totally forgot to even change the request until I saw your request. Thanks so much i hope you enjoy

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Eustass Kid

This man?? Having a crush?? Not in a million years....well it must���ve been a million years because the Captain of the kid pirates has found himself crushing over a common bartender

There is not anything special about you anyways, just a girl around his age who is stubborn, easy to talk to, and cute. He could find someone like her almost anywhere, but the thing that got him was how stubborn she was.

Kid could flirt all day and try and get you to come with him. But you just wouldn’t come, turning him down each time. It was so frustrating, seeing how you didn’t even flinch when Kid spoke but it was also nice. Kid loves a good challenge.

Of course, didn’t stay on the island the whole time, he still had other things to do, but he did come back often to meet up with her. Kid was not gonna let a perfectly good challenge slip away from him. So it’s easy for y’all to quickly become friends with how often Kid comes by and visits you. It only then did Kid finally realize why you kept turning him down: you were a hopeless romantic searching for the one and as far as you were concerned Kid was not it

When you told him that though all he gave you in return was a confused face and a curse word. ‘The fuck is ‘the one’?’ Kid has never heard anything of the sort, and it didn’t come as a surprise either. Kid was a very loud, mean, frustrating guy who probably only slept around.

Now that the 2 of you got closer, you decided that you could at least tell me, explaining why he doesn’t have a chance. Going over what you imagine your soulmate is just gonna be like definitely grossed Kid out, but he still listens trying to use your explanation as a hint

Long story short it didn’t work that much. Kid was farther from the mark each time he tried. At least that’s what you thought, the more time you spent around the red-haired captain the more selected traits would stand out to you. Traits that you told kid yourself.

Although with the fear of finding the wrong one and only wanting Kid because he’s convent to you, you didn’t say a word not even a peep to him. There would be no way to know that he is the one he’s so different then what you thought. With doubt still sitting in the back of your mind, you decided to keep quiet for now. It wouldn’t be bad to just enjoy his company for a while

Crocodile

LMAOO AJSJSJD I KINDA FORGOT CROCODILE’S PERSONALLY WAS ALREADY TO FAR IN. I’m so sorry but I hope you still enjoy

As soon as Crocodile had laid his eyes on you, he knew exactly what type of person you were a troublesome girl who is still obsessed with finding the one, your soulmate.

He tries his best to stay away from people like you, but it’s hard to do that when your working for him. However he still tried his best to stay away, but then you just always appeared where he would be. You failed the realize it but Crocodile definitely noticed it and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

From there on out he kept looking at you where ever he went, wondering when and if you would show up. That’s when he finally realized, he has a crush.

It took him a while to approach you and to even get you to talk, but once he was able to, he constantly, being subtle about it, tried to when you over with small gestures of romance.

Which of none has even persuaded you. You had the idea of falling in love with your soulmate. Crocodile can spoil you as much as he wants but that won’t change your mind.

Although the gift he did give you was sweet, somewhat unexpected. Some days it might be a rose, others it might be bracelets, other days it might be a bag of money. Half of the time you thought it was whatever he had on him at the moment.

Aside from gifts he also let a lot of paperwork side which was probably the best thing he could’ve done. But you still did them all, although he was acting very out of character and being unbelievably kind, there was no way you were to gonna take advantage of him.

It frustrated him, it really did. The fact that you didn’t even budge but at the same time he found it very admirable. Having such a strong will and not settling for anything better than your soul mate. It’s a nice challenge that he would definitely accept.

Rob Lucci

Each one of these men loves a good challenge. It’s just a known fact. So when Lucci learned that he was getting a new member on his team he treated her the same way he treated everyone: cold yet with respect. However, he failed to notice just the type of girl you were.

Talkative. Talking to everyone about anything. It’s doesn’t matter who it was you always found a way to talk to them. Whether it was Lucci or Kaku or just some random worker. You always found a way to talk

That was the first challenge. Just getting you to shut up, whether it was by intimation or if it was force, whatever it was, that was his first challenge what came next he has no intention of. You were....actually nice to talk to.

when you were rambling now Lucci could feel his expression loosely and a small, very small smile on his lips. You seemed to be a kinda nice person to talk to and Lucci doesn’t mind you. Maybe you were even nice enough to have a crush on. 

With Lucci’s newfound crush, he had no idea what to even do. Besides a few nightstands, the man has never really been considered with the idea. and to make matters worse, he overheard you talking about ‘the one’ as if he was supposed to know what that means. After asking around a bit he was able to figure it out and concluded that he wasn’t it.

Although he wasn’t ’the one’, what’s a challenge if you don’t at least try. So starting with the first thing he could think of he slowly began to participate in the conversation with you. It was awkward and weird but you thought it was cute in his own little way. At least he was trying.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the 2 of y’all to warm up to each other. From there, Lucci was able to learn more about you and just how to win you over. He wasn’t as bold as the other 2 but he did try his best to make it noticeable.

You were definitely quick to catch on to his change and to what he was doing but being strong-willed and all you continued to turn him down. Lucci just wasn’t your type and you felt bad for telling him that but it was true. However, Lucci is not gonna give up on you that easily. Once Lucci accepts and challenges there’s no going back

[cevans16]

I’m Sorry

Summary: You and Sebastian have your first big fight.

You and Sebastian had been dating for almost two years, you had made sure to keep a low profile since you wanted to keep some privacy from the public eye and not be scrutinized by the world. Sebastian was surprised when you had shared that with him, all his past girlfriends couldn’t wait to share with the world, you always told him as long as your close friends and family knew that’s all that mattered. 

Unfortunately Sebastian woke up one Friday morning with his phone blowing up which caused him to wake up. He looked around for you but you were gone, he knew you were either at the gym or getting breakfast for you both. He checked his notifications to see that there were public pictures of you two at a local small restaurant you two had always gone to. There was one of you enjoying dinner and another of you two kissing, he didn’t know how someone found out since only you two knew about it. He felt his blood boil thinking that it was too good to be true that you didn’t want to go public, maybe you had set him up, maybe you called the press to make yourself thrive. He called you but it went straight to voicemail, you were definitely at the gym. He left a voicemail, “(Y/N), call me as soon as you get this.... I can’t believe you” he said angrily and hung up. While he waited for you he jumped in the shower to cool off but it didn’t work. 

It had been two hours and he hadn’t heard from you yet, he was going to call you again but then you walked in. “Hey what’s going on? You sounded pissed” you said to him. You dropped your gym bag and went into the kitchen to set up the breakfast that you had bought after. “I can’t believe you (Y/N), you think I’m stupid or what!” he said raising his voice at you. “What do you mean?” you asked genuinely confused, he went to the room to grab his phone in order to show you the pictures. He practically shoved his phone in your face, “All this time you had me convinced you only cared about me” he said a little hurt. You couldn’t believe he was telling you this, you looked into his eyes but the Seb you knew was gone in that moment, this man was furious and hurt, you had never seen him this way, yes you guys bickered here and there but never to this extent. 

“You think I would do this?” you asked as calm as you could. “Honestly yes, you probably waited for us to come this far to do it” he said smugly. You felt your heart drop at his comment, you didn’t think he’d ever say that, let alone believe it. You tried not to let your tears drop in front of him, you moved into the bedroom to pack a few of your clothes into a luggage bag, Sebastian followed you hot on your heels, “Of course you don’t have anything to say since you got caught” he said snarkily. You turned to look at him dead in the eyes, “You know what, I didn’t do this Sebastian, I don’t know how they found out but it wasn’t me. The fact that you think I did it hurts, I was the one who suggested we keep this private, I’m the one who sacrificed part of my freedom to be with you and for you to think I would throw away your trust for that, I’m done. I’m leaving” you said feeling your voice shake at the last part. Sebastian felt his eyes fill with tears but he was still angry, so he let you walk out the door without another word. 

A few days had gone by and you had yet to hear from him, to say it didn’t hurt was an understatement, you missed him so much. You were crashing at a friends place who was on the other side of town, lucky for you it was actually closer to your workplace. You accepted more work to keep your mind busy and not wanting to intrude too much on your friend’s space even though she had said you could stay as long as you liked. Sebastian missed you too but he was adamant that you had set up the pictures. He had a call with his agent about a few upcoming projects when he found out who had leaked your guys location....his publicist. Apparently they thought it would have been a great idea to finally make you guys public to bring more attention to Sebastian’s career. He immediately ended the call saying he would later let them hear about it for not asking him first. He tried to reach you on your cell, each time it went straight to voicemail, he didn’t blame you for it. 

For all Sebastian knew you could’ve flown back to your hometown, he had to figure out a way to know where you were. The next early morning, he went to your friends place where you were staying at, she had told him that you were okay and still in town, that gave him some hope. Later that day you walked into your office from lunch to find a bouquet of flowers on your desk. You looked around to see everyone staring at you and smiling, you rolled your eyes moving your flowers over to get settled in your desk, your coworker next to you asked immediately, “Trouble in paradise?”, “Ehhh you can say that”, he shrugged and went back to looking at his computer, “I’m sorry I hope it gets better, just don’t kill yourself by overworking, trust me I’ve been there”, “Thanks”. You looked to see what the note said (Y/N) I messed up please meet me home later -Sebastian Your heart skipped looking at his name at the end but you were annoyed that he expected you to meet him when he was the one who screwed up. You got up letting your coworker know you’d be outside if they needed you, “Good luck” he said genuinely. You called Sebastian pacing back and forth, you were about to hang up when you heard his voice, your stomach getting butterflies at the sound of him. “Sebastian you expect me to move my schedule to meet you when I’m not the one who screwed up!?” you gritted between your teeth. You didn’t hear anything else from him, he must’ve realized that mistake. “(Y/N) I am so sorry, can I meet you at your place? Or anywhere? I just want to see you” he said, “Why? I wanted to set up my career right, well guess what I am working late tonight” you said trying to make an excuse, you did want to see Sebastian but you wanted to make him work for it. “It’s okay I want to see you today (Y/N)” he said, “Okay I’ll be in the office until 9, see you then, I gotta go Sebastian”, you hung up feeling a bit guilty for doing so. 

You were the only one left in the office after your coworker left half an hour before you. You were finishing up on a report you had been working on the whole week when you heard Sebastian come in, right on time at 9. He shyly smiled at you and walked over to your desk, sitting beside you. He sighed trying to gather what he would say without messing up, “(Y/N), I am so sorry about accusing you of those pictures, I feel like such an asshole for what I said to you”, you could feel the tears forming in your eyes, after a minute you finally looked away from your computer as you had finished your report and sent it to your boss. You turned to looked at Sebastian, he looked exhausted, his hair was a mess, his eyes were tired, he barely put effort in what he was wearing. “I know I shouldn’t have let my past experiences get the best of me and lashed out on you” he added. “You know the shitty part was you thinking I would do this for ‘my career’, I have thrived in my career way before I met you Sebastian so I don’t know why you said that, it hurt that you didn’t TRUST ME” you sobbed into your hands, Sebastian immediately pulled you in for a hug to soothe you, he was the cause of it. He tried his best to hold in his own tears, “I’m so sorry honey. It’s all I have ever known, every girl I dated only wanted to because I was the guy in those Marvel movies and when I found out about the pictures I felt my heart sink thinking it was happening all over again. I don’t know how to say or show you how sorry I am for jumping to conclusions, you don’t deserve that baby”. You didn’t say anything else for a while, just stayed with your head buried into his chest.  “I don’t know about you....but I still want this to work....and I really hope you do too” Sebastian said. You thought about it, you were so in love with this man, you couldn’t say goodbye to him. You looked up at him, “Sebastian I still love you.....it won’t be easy but I want this to work too”, with that he leaned in to kiss you passionately, “I love you so much baby” he said, “and next time please just kick my ass” he said causing you two to laugh. “Oh I will” you replied. You got your stuff to head back home, to yours and Sebastian’s place. Everything will be okay. 

[mcyt-transcribed]

transcript of “where I've been”

TW for discussion of cancer and Covid-19

 Here’s the Google Doc link or you can click on the read more.

Techno: Yo, Technoblade here with another upload, oh my God I can’t believe it. We’re back, we’re playing Bedwars, uh, I don’t know why I said that in the present tense because I actually recorded these Bedwars games a few days ago. I have- I’ve played like, almost no Bedwars since the win streak, which was like, I dunno, years ago - so, you know, forgive me if I’m a little rusty. These are literally just the first three games of Bedwars I played, recorded them, and then just threw them in this background footage because, you know, I like live commentaries a lot, but I feel like sometimes, when you have a topic to talk about, having to play a video game simultaneously can sorta- it can sorta detract from the commentary, you know?

But before that: a plushie commercial filmed on my iPhone.

We got the first one - it’s Technoblade. He’s in a flying pose. He’s flying to save some civilians or he’s falling flat on his face. Depends on who you ask. Alright. We got the- We got Technoblade. He’s sitting down. He’s- He’s seated. He’s seated. It’s incredibly exciting. Uh, we got- we got Technoblade but he’s- he’s a giant- he’s a gigantic pillow. It’s Technopillow. This is actually- This is actually really- This is really soft. You’re gonna have to take my word for it.

These plushies go on sale on September 3rd at 3 PM EST at youtooz.com. The last ones sold out in around eight hours, so be prepared. I mean, one of them was like, two minutes but ehhh, it’s not happening again.

So where has Technoblade been? I know I’ve been gone since like, June. I was actually being really productive in July, which I know you guys are gonna- You’re not gonna believe me when I say that because I made no content. But I was! I was, you gotta believe me, okay? I was getting so much work done IRL; I was like, filling out paperwork, making business moves, working on merchandise, buying new equipment to make new videos. ‘Cause I really wanted- I really wanted to increase the rate at which I was making videos, ‘cause I kinda spent- You know, I kinda spent like, all this time becoming a famous YouTube and then instantly like, stopped uploading. Which, I mean, to be fair, I guess that started more in like 2018. So, that’s more just a pattern now.

 But I figured, you know, this whole thing where I go two- you know, one or two months without uploading- I don’t want that to be me, man. I wanna be uploading at least once per week. So I spent a lot of time preparing to do that. And the plan was that I would start doing that in August, but I took a- It didn’t- It’s, uh- It’s not going great, I’m not going to lie to you.

So in the last two days of July I noticed that my right arm was starting to hurt a decent amount and I thought- My best guess was that it was some kind of repetitive stress injury, ‘cause you know I’ve been playing video games since the age of like, five. It’s pretty much nonstop. I was gonna get carpal tunnel at some point but, uh, I took a few days to rest my arm and it really didn’t… really didn’t feel any better after that. And so after a few days of that, I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed that my right shoulder was starting to swell like crazy and I was like, “Oh my God! I must’ve broken a bone, this is-” I mean, this- It looked- it looked crazy.

So, you know, the next day - August 2nd - I, uh, headed over to the doctor to see what was wrong and uh, they ran a couple of scans and then they came back and they told me that, uh, the reason my arm hurts is because I have cancer.

That really couldn’t have gone worse, I don’t think. I feel a bit silly talking about this with, uh, Minecraft in the background; it feels a bit out of place. But I’m a Minecraft YouTuber - I don’t- I don’t do a face cam. Which is I guess how most people would talk about serious things, with a face cam. I also probably, uh- *chuckles* Also probably a bit weird to plug my merchandise in the- in the same video, like, “Hey, guys, I have a- I have a terrible disease, also buy my plushies, bro.” But uh- *laughs* Listen: I’ve been waiting so many months to sell those plushies, bro. And it keeps getting delayed and now cancer thinks it can stop me. No no no no no. I’m trying to make some bank, bro. I wanna get paid, also they look fantastic, I mean just look at them, they look incredible. Alright?

I mean, I guess it would be ideal to like, split up the announcements, but I’m going back into chemotherapy next week; I don’t got time for this, man. We gotta go!

To be fair, I could make this a lot weirder; I could have like, the thumbnail be a giant red arrow pointing to my tumor with the caption “Might die! Not clickbait!” *laughs* Yeah, just the ultimate- the ultimate YouTuber, bro. We’re clickbaiting the whole process.

So after the scans come in, I get transferred to another hospital which has an oncology award, so it’s a lot more specialized towards what I need. And I’m sorta like sitting there in the bed for a couple of days like, “Hello. Could I please get some healthcare? Could I- Could I just get a- Could I just get a crumb of healthcare? Please! Like, I *stutters* I wanna see people sprinting, you know? I feel like I want to see some urgency, you know? If you guys gotta- *stammers* You know, there’s like, this tumor on my arm - if you guys could just- if you guys could just get rid of it. Just get rid of it right now! Could we just go? If you gotta cut off my arm, cut off my arm, bro - do what you gotta do. I won’t complain, man, I’ve won enough Minecraft tournaments. I’ll just play Minecraft with my feet from here on out, bro. I’ll still be B tier at least, okay? It’s fine. Do what you gotta do.”

But then the doctors are telling me, “Oh, well, we can’t- we can’t do it immediately. We gotta- We gotta find out what it is, we gotta run some tests, do a biopsy.” I’m like, “Okay, do the biopsy.” Like, “Oh, well first we gotta do some scans.” I’m like, “Alright, dude, the scans.” And so it took a couple of days and then they did a biopsy, uh, three days later. And then I was like, “Alright. Let’s go!” And they were like, “Oh, well, the biopsy is gonna take like, a week or more to get back.” And I’m just sitting here like, “Bruh, please. Please, just treat me.”

I mean, it makes sense. It makes a lot of sense and I’m sure they know what they’re doing, but I’m just sitting there in the hospital like, “Please. Please, healthcare.” So they get the biopsy and they send me home and they’re saying like, I’ll come back in like a week or so when they have a treatment plan prepared, and so I- It was a very fun week at home ‘cause I was sitting there still not getting treated and I was just like, looking at my tumor like, “Alright, Mr. Tumor. You know, you need me to survive so it’s in your best interest to just- to just chill out for a little bit, you know? We don’t wanna go too crazy.”

And faintly- Faintly if you strain your ears, underneath my skin you can hear:

[Dream’s speedrun music plays for a few seconds]

Techno: Yeah, it was a really fun week. But I did finally get started on chemotherapy, which is a wonderful process. Let me explain chemotherapy. So basically uh, you know how society has progressed for thousands of years of technological and medical innovation? So basically, one of the top three ways we have to fight cancer is uh, for you to go to the hospital and then they uh, plug you into a machine and then they inject poison directly into your veins for several days. That’s uh, that’s one of the best ways we’ve got of going about this and the poison- it’s supposed to kill the cancer - it uh, also kills things like, you know, blood. But ehhh, does anybody really need blood? I feel like it’s pretty optional, you know? Uh- *small laugh* Blood for the Blood God as it were, alright? Uh, I’ll take what I can get.

I, uh, you know, I used to have a channel meme- ‘cause back in the day- you know how my motivation always goes up and down in, like, cycles? I used to have a meme where whenever I’d get super motivated I’d, ya know, I’d start uploading, like crazy. I’d also do things like get a haircut. And, so, I joked that, uh, the less hair I had, the more I’d upload. ‘Cause that’s- the hair was holding me back. And so, if that’s still true, I gotta say, chemotherapy, that’s gotta be daily uploads or something, bro. *laughs* It’s gonna be- Chemotherapy Arc is gonna be fantastic for content.

Well, ya know, after I got diagnosed, I, uh, I’ve been making a lot of phone calls- ya know, informing all of my distant family members about the situation- and, I gotta say, of all the phone calls I’ve made, nobody took the news worse than my health insurance provider. They’ve been inconsolable for weeks. They were like, “You got what!? No!” 

I mean, I had no idea they cared so much. They’ve just- oh my God. I- I think they’re the real victims of this. I mean, could you imagine? Could you imagine? Like, look at me! I was a healthy twenty-two year old, I, like, barely went to the doctor, even for, like, regular appointments. I- I guess I went to the dentist, that’s the one thing I did. I was the freest paycheck they’ve ever seen in their lives. They could’ve been milking money off of me for decades. And then, bam, cancer, bro. *laughs* Oh, those poor guys. 

Uh, the one- the one favor I- I do wanna ask- If you guys could all do one small favor for Technoblade- uh, you know that coronavirus thing you been hearing in the news for the last couple of years? Uh, I want you guys to get rid of it. Just, uh, I want it gone. Just a couple days should be sufficient for you guys to do that.

No, but, seriously. I’m kind of, uh, immunocompromised right now, which means, uh, if a bacteria touches me or, like, a virus touches me, I will explode. So, yeah, uh, I wanna- get the vaccine, is what I’m saying.

I’m gonna get cancelled by the anti-vaxxers for saying it, but it’s such a good vaccine, bro. Pfizer got full FDA approval, this week, for people aged sixteen and up. I think you- you can also get it if you’re eleven to fifteen if you’ve got emergency approval or whatever. Uh, I mean, if you have any concerns, don’t listen to a Minecraft YouTuber, but, please, at least talk to a doctor. Because it’s- it’s so good bro. It’s so good.

The hospitals are currently getting flooded by unvaccinated people. I’m gonna go ahead and speak on behalf of all cancer patients when I say that it is incredibly annoying when the- when the hospitals are getting overworked by people dying of preventable diseases. I’m just saying- we got dibs on those hospital beds. So, ya know, you- you probably don’t- you don’t even want them really. You don’t even want to need them. So, I think the vaccine… what is it? It, like, reduces the chances of you needing hospitalization from Covid by, like, ninety-six percent? I mean, it’s so effective, bro! Come on! I mean, you might still get, like… I mean, you could still catch coronavirus, but, like, the symptoms are gonna be so much milder, bro, I’m just saying. Think about it. Think about it. Talk to a doctor.

I remember when I first went in for chemotherapy, A: I was thrilled, ‘cause, like, yo! Healthcare! Inject it into my veins, bro! Let’s go! But, also, like, the first couple of days were actually pretty chill. I was like, ‘Dang! This is easy, bro!’. And then it kicked in. And then it kicked in. My energy levels were zero; they were absolutely nothing. It’s hard to describe how tired I was, but I think my one example is- so they let me go back home. And after several days of resting, I had a virtual appointment with a doctor. And, so, they were, like, ‘Alright’. And I was just sitting there, like, ‘Wait a second. You guys want me to sit upright in a chair for an hour? What is this, the Olympics, bro? I’m going back to bed! What? What?’ *laughs* ‘Wha? Let’s calm down here. Sitting in a chair? Am I Superman? Like, come one, bro.’

As you can probably tell, I’m feeling a lot better right now. Which is, uh, I think that’s part of the process, is, uh, you get a little bit of recovery time to, uh, ya know, eat a lot of really good food- get the weight back- and get ready for the next round.

And, uh, before we go back for the next round, I’m gonna be playing a lot of video games, uh, making some content, seeing if I can get some more videos prepared, because, uh- I know people are gonna be like, ‘No! Technoblade! You don’t need to make videos for us! Please rest!’

Nah, this isn’t about you, bro. This is about me. I enjoy this, man. This is, like, one of the safest and most fun things I could be doing right now, bro, I’m gonna do it. I don’t know how much content I could make, ‘cause I’m kinda slow, but we’ll see. We’ll see.

I already have a video prepared for next week, uh, September third. You guys are gonna love it. It’s, uh, it was actually- it’s kind of, kind of an old video. It was, uh, from a few months ago, but it’s very good. So, yeah! You guys have that to look forward to. 

And, for the record, I know I’ve been complaining a lot in this video, but I just wanna clarify that the doctors I have are, like, insanely good, bro. I’m gonna be getting some of the finest healthcare in the world, so don’t worry about me too much.

I think the treatment has already started to show some results. I- I mean, it’s been so short of a time, so the results aren’t gonna be insane or anything, but, at the very least, the speedrun music has stopped playing. 

So, yeah, that’s where I’ve been and that’s what I’m gonna be doing for the foreseeable future. Wish me luck, and, uh, wear a mask, I guess. Ya know, standard coronavirus procedures. All that coronavirus stuff and like, getting vaccinated - that goes double for Californians, okay? But it helps everywhere.

Uh, that’s all I’ve got for today. See you guys next time!

[choiyo]

Right, another request done for Anonymous. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but here it is.

Group: GOT7

Idol: Park Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff, romantic, cute, kinda suggestive(?)

-Y/n!-Jinyoung yelled and your head popped into the doorway, clear excitement in your features.

-Yes, my prince?-you asked him with a silly smile.

-Did you grab the blanket by any chance? I can’t find it.-he asked with a hand still on the open drawer where the blanket should’ve been.

-Yeah, it was the first thing I packed.-you quickly nod.

-You could’ve told me, you know?-he pouted closing the draw, as you picked up your purse from the bed and walked towards the human embodiment of an angel you get to call your boyfriend.

-But I did.-you pouted back when you reached him-But I think you were busy getting ready.

Jinyoung searched his brain for the memory of your voice telling him that you packed the blanket, but nothing would come to his mind.

-Ehhh, nope, I definitely didn’t hear you.

-Get better at hearing then.-you joked and tapped lightly your finger on his forehead.- Has our daughter been taking every single hearing sense of you?

He batted your hand away.

-Or…Maybe you need to get a louder voice.-he joked back.

As he took a step towards the door, you sucked in a large breath, preparing to do just that, until Jinyoung realised what you were doing and leaped to cover your mouth with his hand.

-Don’t you even dare to strain my ears with your voice, Y/n.-he said seriously and your shoulders shook with a muffled chuckle.

You lowered his hand, revealing a smile on your lips.

-Don’t worry, love. As loud as I can be, I would never do something to harm your ears or our daughters.-you said, caressing his hand.

-How would l know? You are unpredictable as hell.-he said, rolling his eyes.

-And you love me no less.-you winked chucking.-We should probably get going so we can find a good spot.

You walked to the table to grab the picnic basket filled with your dinner, drinks, and some desserts for after.

He silently agreed and grabbed the blanket (all zipped up in its built-in bag). As you walked out of your apartment, Jinyoung’s excitement grew. You could see it in the way he smiled and in the way he would take a few tiny fluttering steps after every few steps. You could feel it in the way his hand hold yours tightly and how he swings your intertwined hands between the two of you.

-Should we really be going to the park though? Like, it’s weekend, so…-you said, kinda worried that if there was a lot of people, that your pregnant boyfriend could get stressed.

-Don’t worry, love. It may be weekend, but I don’t think it will be that crowded today.-he said, smiling at you, as if reassuring you that he…that they would be alright.

-Okay, if you say so.-you nodded.

-I know so. I am always right.-he sassed with a smirk.-Remember last time?

Right, that last time…when you lost the bet with him about your baby’s gender. How to forget that day when your boyfriend took your dignity AND your money from you?

-Whatever.-rolling your eyes, you let out an airy laugh.

-See, what did I tell you?-Jinyoung lifts his hand, gesturing at the almost empty park in front of you.

-You were right.-you smiled nodding in agreement, and sighed.-Seems like I will always lose to you. Good thing I didn’t bet this time…

He laughed at your statement and skipped ahead a couple steps.

-Let’s set up over here. We’ll be able to relax more.-he said, guiding you and you set down the picnic basket.

-Alright then. Let me get everything ready while you just sit down and rest.-you said, starting to get the blankets out.

-But I want to help you.-he said, frowning.

-Love, you are pregnant and you already made a lot of effort just walking here.-you said, serious-You have to rest for yours and our daughter’s wellbeing.

-….-he sighed, as he knew that as stubborn as you were, he was not going to convince you. He just sat down as you said.- Since you won’t change your mind…

Within 5 minutes, you got the blanket flat against the ground. Clambering onto the blanket, you used your shoes to hold down two of the corners and Jinyoung’s shoes for the other two. Now, the two of you were sitting on the blankets

-How’s our daughter doing in there, Jinyoung?-you wonder you begun pulling items out of the basket.

You handed him a container of pasta and he answered…

-She’s doing alright, Y/n. You worry too much.-He hold out a fork and you plucked it out of his hand.

-It’s you and our baby were talking about. How can I not worry?

-Lucky for you , the only problem is that our daughter is just a little too energetic and doesn’t stop kicking her dad at night when he’s trying to sleep.-he joked, making you smile happily.

-That’s too bad for you then.-you teased before taking a large bite of pasta. -Mmm-This is so good. I’m such a good cook.

-Last time I checked, I helped!-he said, his mouth almost full of food.

-Right, and my amazing boyfriend did an amazing job of opening the noodle box and placing the noddles in the boiling water.-you said, ruffling his hair, his pouting getting more evident.

He rolled his eyes but decided to let the comment slide and bring a bite of pasta into his mouth again. Soon, you both finished eating and now enjoyed each other’s company.

-You are really annoying, you know that?-he said.

-Yeah, I know. You are always sure to tell me that everyday. And I find it really cute.-you said, caressing his jaw, looking at him intensely, making him flustered.-Come on, you can’t be shy with this simple gesture?

He knew what you were trying to do, so he just chose to ignore. He wasn’t’ going to put himself in that kind of situation, not there, not at the moment.

-Oh, so you’re ignoring me now?…Okay, what if I did this then?

By this, you meant hugging him by his neck and planting soft kisses on his ear lobe. He was trying so hard to not react at all, not wanting to let you win. Upon seeing his resistance, you changed from kissing to actually licking his ear lobe and that made him react, pulling away from you with wide eyes and a red face.

-Will you stop it?! We’re in public!-he scolded, still flustered.

-You are so easy to tease, Jinyoung.-you laughed- I’m sorry, but the way you react is just the cutest thing ever.

-Yeah, laugh. Laugh as much as you want while you can.-he whispered as he touched the bump on his belly.-Your mother is really asking for trouble and if you weren’t here, she would instantly regret it.

-It’s not my fault that you get so easily flustered. Now is it?-you said, defiantly.

-You are terrible girlfriend.-he said, squeezing his eyes shut.-I hate you.

-I know. And you’re my incredible boyfriend and I love you.-you said, planting a kiss on his nose.

-Oh God, what did I do to deserve this?

-You were born cute, that’s what.

[ranmanjuu]

hi! can you do a gen z mc who got injured at the protests and have them elaborate on what the protests were about to the oda forces? i got tear gassed at a protest so your writing is actually helping me feel better!

tw : injuries from police br*tality, heavy r*cism

first of all i hope you’re okay!! i’m so sorry for taking so long i hope you’re still here reading this ehhh,,. i personally don’t know much of ‘getting injured in protests’ other than rubber bullets and tear gassing—and for anyone out there protesting (also considering recent things that have happened in my country,,,), please be safe out there!

ᅠᅠ

—nobunaga:

the first encounter you had, he didn’t really notice it. he had a lot of things on his plate, mostly about his assassination attempt, you know, the usual. 

it’s only when he invites you to his tenshu to know more about his most interesting chatelaine. after all, the moment his life was out of danger, the immediate groan out of you raised a brow.

in your defense, going back from a protest then just sent back 500 years in the past did put you in a pissy mood. the injustice was enough bullshit, you didn’t want to deal with this right after.

and,,, your response was probably too snarky for a man in power like him. but that’s what compelled him to bring you to the castle. maybe it was spite, or just dangerous curiosity. no one’s spoken to him in such,,, rude manners before.

being all past the whole, chasing-you-down-just-for-you-to-come-to-my-sickass-castle, the dragged-500-years-into-the-warring-states-period, constant-wars-everywhere, and everything in between, you’ve managed to,, calm down decently, at least. you’re just really confused as to why he called you in. 

through your slippery tounge, you accidentally let it slip that you’re from the future; great job! mission one from sasuke already failed. but—you’ve dug your grave, now you have to lie in it.

upon listening to the rest of your explanation, naturally, nobunaga starts asking questions.

after a series of them, mostly about general stuff like technology, etc., he hits you with a curveball. “what is that?” he asks, observing the small patch of reddened skin.

you’ve been shot by a rubber bullet prior to the time traveling. you wager that they were aiming for the neck—a highly fatal area to hit, even with a rubber bullet, mind you—but you were lucky enough to only be hit near the collar bone. still—to say it’s inexcusable is an understatement.

“huh—?” you follow his eyes, then trail your fingers on the edge as you show more of your injury, “. . .got injured a while back. asshole cops think they can just. . .fuckin’. . .”

your sentence turns too faint for him to hear clearly, he only knows that you feel anger from your tone. all he does is gaze passively as the steam comes out of your, slowly.

“what happened exactly?”

and with that one question, he’s in for quite the story. you start off in the beginning; what triggered it all. the injustice brought by those who are said to protect the people, the same ones that shed blood because they knew they could get away with it. then, the protests done by the ones who wanted justice, equality, something that should just be the norm at this point.

and then, the horrible attacks the cops’ve done to hose who protested,,, the mere thought gets your blood boiling, really. no one poised any kind of harm, it was a peaceful protest—and yet they still hurted, perhaps even killed. and they get away with it.

“. . .and i sure as hell ain’t gonna die to some bullshit system. i’ll keep on going at it until people can stop dying so. . .needlessly like that.”

he pauses after hearing you. his eyes have a vague sense of scrutinize, but certainly not at you. "and you still continue to go, even if it results in injuries for you?”

you look back at him, determination burning like a passion, “as long as less people will die of discrimination; as long as our cause is heard in the end—i’ll sacrifice anything for it. for equality.”

the silence rings for minutes.

but the hand on your shoulder quickly strays your mind back to him. to your surprise, a daring smile, almost a smirk, pulled his lips, “you are braver than many men that i’ve met. fiery and passionate also. i do believe you’ll be quite the addition here.”

and while you raise an eyebrow to that, your heart settles as he ends it with one final thing, “you’ve earned my utmost respect.”

ᅠᅠ

—hideyoshi:

he would have been highly alerted in your presence—had it not been the fact that your eye was bruised and injured. it was fresh, the patch of skin having not turn purple or black yet, but it was enough to signal that it could be a fatal wound.

medics were sent your way by his command, and given the opportunity, he checked in on you frequently. the culprit of the attempted assassination was yet to be found—so he just assumed that you were a poor civilian caught in the crossfire.

you were rather crude to him, but he brushed it all off. you must’ve been some sort of stressed out after just saving his lord, so he gave you space and went to do other things.

it’s when they reconvene under nobunaga’s order did he find out about the decision for your fate.

“my lord, are you sure we should bring them back to azuchi? perhaps they have a place in a town around here.”

“—not really.” hideyoshi’s eyes filled with surprise and concern as a small response came out of you, with eyes looking away from everyone in the tent with lips bitten anxiously and brows stitched together.

so it ended on you going to azuchi along with them. because really, even if you didn’t want to, what were you to do? you had no place in the sengoku, and you’ve forgotten all about your scouts lessons back in middle school to survive in the forest.

and while you insist on working rather than just be royalty basically, hideyoshi is the one who persuades you to at least rest first. with a sigh, you agree.

from then on, you find him visiting you quite often between his breaks. most of the time, asking how you’ve been, making light conversations over tea, and sometimes fussing over the smallest things. it’s a gradual change you’ll get used to—from the failed assassination to the weird, home-y feeling he brings.

it didn’t take long for his curiosity to push him. one day, with the usual cup of tea, the silence passes for quite the moment until he spoke up, “if i may ask, where exactly,,, did you get that?”

he doesn’t quite point to it, but you know what he’s talking about. half your vision is covered now, from ieyasu’s work on trying to make it better. you stare in the cup, swishing the tea around, “. . .my town had, uhhh, ‘problems’.”

he listened intently as you reworded the current real life events. just change the cops to guard, the bullets to blunt sticks(?), etc. the core of it you kept the same, the discrimination, the unruly deaths and wounds of the innocent.

all the while, hideyoshi looks at you with slightly parted lips and eyes that spell a bit of disbelief. such compassion don’t exist in a lot of people—much less a majority of civillians from a town. he thought he’d’ve heard about it, but you did say it was quite the small one, far away.

as you finish your long explanation, your face was scrunched up in a scowl, remembering the scene at the time. the cops came, a highly dangerous situation; but you weren’t leaving just like that. not until you got hit by a bullet did you go back home—and look where you are now.

“—.” hideyoshi calls out your name, snapping you to reality. you dart your attention to him, his face filled with concern, worry—but also slight anger and a distant sense of fondness.

“. . .when nobunaga unites the country, we’ll be sure to aid you. we’ll stop them from hurting anyone else. so until then, please stay with us.”

the sentiment brought warmth to your heart, but you knew the truth. he wouldn’t be able to, the wormhole was a big separation in that. even so, you shook your head, “i don’t,,, uhh, think i can stay for that long.”

his brows stitch together in confusion, “and why is that?”

“. . .i want to go back as soon as i can. and—i only have one chance to do such a thing, and never again.” upon your answer, his eyes widened a bit. no further questions were asked about that, as your own expression said you didn’t want to talk about it.

“but—you could be in danger if you go back.”

“i don’t care.” the tea is cold as you set it down, “. . .i don’t wanna,,, just escape and turn a blind eye to it, i think. it may be safer for me here, but—i still want to help back there. whether or not i’m injured is,,, a means to an end, for me.”

that’s when every suspicion he could’ve had about you dissolved. the determination and righteousness that burned so brightly in your voice was irreplaceable. along with that, was a very deep respect for you. he serves nobunaga because he believed in equality among everyone, and it seems so do you. even if you’re willing to sacrifice yourself—to see a better world where everyone is happy.

a beat passes. two. with a sigh, hideyoshi’s hardened gaze relents back into the strange warmness, hid hand reaching out to ruffle your hair. “well, i don’t think i agree with you diving into potential danger, but just so you know. if you ever need help, you can always reach to us, alright?”

you breath out a chuckle, “. . .of course.”

ᅠᅠ

—mitsuhide:

your whole entire body was sore even before the wormhole sent you back. not to mention, just after that, you had to carry a full-armored man out of a burning building with someone trying to kill said man.

so to say you were disoriented was quite an understatement.

you didn’t even feel it until days have passed. and at this point, you’ve gone under mitsuhide’s tutoring. being sat down for a long time made it painfully obvious that your body was still healing—but you’ve sang this song a million times before. in which the soreness lingered for a while, and then it’d disappear. you can bear with it.

that is, until he started training you in battle.

the tanegashima practice was fine, if a bit triggering by the gunshots. but you saw it the same as archery. however, sparring on the other hand,,,

yeah. the first break you took, you already felt every single part of you reeling. mitsuhide wasn’t ruthless with you, but you figure he wasn’t being soft either.

in truth, prior to arriving in the sengoku period, your body had taken a hit in a protest. you didn’t get caught in the tear-gassing crossfire, or got shot by a rubber bullet. rather, a police car had arrived at the scene and begun to drive forward into the crowd. it didn’t become a car crash site, no deaths occurred to your knowledge (thankfully).

but you were one of the ones in the front row seats, you fell to the ground and took some damage in a number of places. they were more of inconveniences than anything.

still—forcing your body to fight a trained swordsman was not a good idea.

and the fox has an eye for these things, sensing when his enemies are weak. at least it proves to be a disadvantage if you really are dangerous. his eyes linger on you as you rub your sore spots with the occasional groan. 

“the little mouse seems to be wounded.” he says. it’s clear he’s trying to extract some kind of information about the person who just popped out one day, “pray tell, what might be the cause of such?”

“i got, uhhh,” you can’t say car, those don’t exist yet— “knocked down by a horse.” admittedly, a horse is probably more dangerous than a car—but you deal with what you have.

“is that so.” with the smile and narrowed eyes of his, you knew that he didn’t buy it. but to your defense, your state clearly proves it in some way—so he deduced that you weren’t telling the complete truth.

and he welcomes it. it’d be his absolute pleasure to unravel the mystery.

eventually, he does. in promise to keep your secret away from others, you keep his. 

“so, little mouse,” the night has yet to pass, but you wish it did. your stuff was spilled in front of you, all evidence of you coming from the future, “was that cover-up story about the horse a lie?”

it’s a rhetorical question; he knew the answer already. still, you roll your eyes, “of course, we rarely use those in the future. a police car hit a crowd, and i was caught in it.”

promptly realizing he doesn’t know anything, a lengthy explanation ensued.

“oh my. and you said this, ‘car’ drove into a crowd? that’s highly dangerous, is it not?”

“it is!” your calm words slowly dissolve, your hands now waving in gestures, “and guess what, it’s the cops that do it! uhh—guards in old terms, i guess. y’know the people who’re said to supposedly protect us? yeah, hit us with a car.”

mitsuhide isn’t the most curious about the future. but he is a bit confused about the context.

and so you continue, explaining everything. from the start, to where you were, along with what your thoughts are on the whole situation

through all that, he stays silent, not commenting until you were thoroughly finished. you can’t read his expression—so you stare at him, waiting for even a word.

suddenly, he smiles, “well, looks like our little mouse is quite the something, aren’t you?” before you could respond with anything, he pats you on the head with a strange sense of softness, “pureness and ideals like you are rare in this world.”

in truth, he agrees. he’s someone who’s faced discrimination head on from being in the lower class—and he fights for a world that his lord would like to see. even if he’ll remain in the dark, for his stained, dark hands would only corrupt the purity. at least, so he thinks.

you look back with pursed lips and a slight frown, “then i’ll help make it more common. if it results in people being treated as people, i’ll do it.”

you don’t hear it, but he draws in a sharp breath. his eyes are muddled—with what, you don’t know—but you drop the thought as he lifts the hand off of your head with a chuckle, “i will say, i didn’t quite expect this.” 

they say eyes are the window of the soul. while he had his closed most of the time—you managed to peek in a small bit of warmth and fondness in them.

ᅠᅠ

—masamune:

you came to the sengoku period with a sprained ankle. which, in a time where war was rampant, probably wasn’t a good thing to have. especially when you’re being dragged into battle just for the fun of it.

although you admit you made yourself seem tougher than you were (with you being used to injuries like this before, so you’ve grown used to gritting your teeth), you still curse masamune to hell and back. no, you do not care if you’re on a horse or just in camp, your foot hurt like shit either way.

naturally, you wouldn’t take that for long.

thus the next time he planned to take you along (you could already see the glint in his eye), you snapped at him. well—much less ‘snap’ and more of ‘telling him off rather harshly ft. a sprinkle of swearing’.

“listen, assfart, my ankle’s been killing me, and if i’m going by that analogy, you’re practically desecrating it’s corpse and grave. so for the love of god, stop dragging me into battles!”

an expression of surprise went on his face for a moment, before it morphed to his usual grin, “is that so? seems like out kitten likes to run around and ended up hurting themselves.”

“not my fault they shot me in the fuckin’ ankle. . .” you mutter without a second thought under your breath, which he, unfortunately, heard.

“they shot you, lass?”

seeing his ever so slightly widened eye, you pursed your lips, “yeah. nothing too serious.”

even so, you see the way his eyes narrow with a glint—more so of excitement than anything else, “still though lassie, with you being under nobunaga, i doubt they’ll get away with hurtin’ ya.”

“what does that mean?”

fingers comb through your hair in a wild pat, accompanied with a fanged grin, “they won’t be alive for hurtin’ the lord’s precious lucky charm.”

your lips pursed as a frown pulls upon your brows, “i don’t want them to get away solely for me being nobunaga’s ‘lucky charm’.”

“and why is that, kitten?”

his eyes slightly lit up at your hardened and serious aura as you closed your eyes with a sigh. “the same people who hurt me are the same ones who’ve hurt many others, on the basis that they believe they’re above them; over a stupid thing like race. and i won’t be just letting it slide, even if i can’t fight or anything.”

the flame in your eyes are ones that masamune has grown to recognize; the anger and bitterness as you look back on a memory, only to fill up your heart with passion.

“i’ll die if it means that they’ll be punished and everyone is treated the same.”

silence rings past, the wind slowly becomes a solid aura in the air. stunned, he leaves a small chuckle and pats your head,

“the lord made a wonderful decision to bring ya here, lass.”

—ieyasu:

going by his usual self, he didn’t care much when you arrived, other than you were someone nobunaga picked up from his failed assassination. however, him being an expert in things health related, some things didn’t go by with him.

first of all, your eyes were a slight fade of red. at first he figured it was a leftover from honno-ji’s smokes, but as the days tick by, its persistence is now rather worrying. they should’ve faded away by now, so he thought.

and it became more and more painfully obvious, at least to him. the way you rubbed your eyes sometimes, them tearing up at random intervals—and even you squinting at rare occasions that, unless you had an eye problem like mitsunari, shouldn’t be there.

a seed of worry was planted, although he never expressed it. after all, you were being dragged into battle, where dust and more smoke can easily go into your already bugged eyes.

therefore one day, wordlessly, he took you to his workplace. at first, you were confused; ieyasu hasn’t exactly talked to you a lot.

he picks up a small bottle, along with a cup-like lid, “use this, and wash your eyes with it. and by that i mean just tilt it up and blink when it goes into your eyes.”

you just blinked a few times, stunned more than anything. “,,,, why?”

“you think i don’t notice?” he scoffs, “you’ve been rubbing your eyes like crazy, and it’s past the point where your eyes should even be red since the honno-ji incident. either your eyes have been having problems way before, or you’re just dumber and clumsier than i thought.”

“hey! it’s not my fault, for any of the incidents!”

“so there are multiple instances?”

the judgemental look sent your way was something that your stubborn mind won’t back out from, even if it mean having to somewhat explain your situation.

“w, well, there have been several uhm.... arson crimes in my town, i can’t help but be in the vicinity.”

if arson crimes translated to tear gassings, yes, there were many.

“arson crimes? your town is,,, jeez.”

“it’s not the citizens’ fault, look to the fuckin’ guards of our village for that.” the tone had immediately shifted from a kind of flustered banter, to immediate bitter undertones.

immediately, the silence rang on. ieyasu sat there, looking into you as much as he could, with his bare bones knowledge of you. the pieces were there, and it wasn’t hard to put them together. for a moment, he wondered if you were more than the unfortunate one to be pulled into this mess. but if your town was as much a mess as that. . . perhaps it was for the better.

“. . .then you’re planning to stay here, right?” he had his own opinions and thoughts of someone taking advantage of a high-powered lord taking them in, but eh, he thinks, people will do what they have to do to survive—

“not really. assuming nobunaga would even let me go in the first place.”

ieyasu stood there, stunned, “. . .you’re planning to go back to your own town? even from all the danger there?”

“yeah.” you look at him with a slight imbalanced expression, “i don’t have anywhere else to go, other than there, so. . .”

“but why not stay here? it’s safer, you do know that right?”

“of course,” you sigh, “but it’s still my home, all things considered. yeah, there’s a whole lot of corrupt things going on but, they’re still humans, the people i live with. i don’t wanna run away from it, i’d just. . .i’d like to try and help them also.:

ieyasu stays silent as you lean back to the wall, looking out the door with a fond and melancholic gaze, “the,,, guards in my town are doing this just cause of their stupid beliefs and whatever. superiority complex and whatnot. and people are dying because of it, only for things that they can’t control and. . . it’s just so bullshit.”

you turn back to him, with a strong light blaring in your eyes; filled with hope and determination, “wouldn’t you want to go back and help them? even if i get injured, as long as people will be treated the same and won’t face death for something miniscule, i consider it worth it.”

you’ve never seen him surprised at you; at least not in this sense. usually it’d be surprise at some mistake you did, making an offhand crude comment to it but here. . .here it’s partnered with the smallest bit of sparkle. like a hidden respect for you behind his uncaring persona.

you only look as he slowly stands up, his shadow befalling on you. with the same, yet subtle, amount of shine in his eyes as in yours, he sighs softly and takes your hand,

“at least if you’re gonna go into that kind of battlefield, let me teach your ditzy self how to take care of injuries first.”

—mitsunari:

your sudden arrival already aroused questions, as you’d appeared before nobunaga sporting a bloodied cut on your cheek. at the time, they took the assumption that the assassin did it to you.

and although it was fussed for a bit, it was quickly covered up with some cloth fitting for the period. and then, everything went as normal.

taking up job as mitsunari’s personal caretaker wasn’t one you’d reject, because really, how bad could it be? but the man himself kept insisting that you don’t, added that not only were you a special charm of nobunaga’s, you were also injured from the night of honno-ji. he couldn’t do that to you; not after such a stressful night.

and yet you were stubborn as well. with the final decision being up to nobunaga, which you accepted wholeheartedly, of course, you now had the role to take care of mitsunari.

although his. . .clumsy nature was one that you should be worried for, you find it that he often checks up on you, apologizing each time he could’ve potentially hurt you. and each time, you waved it off and assured him that yes, you were fine.

but you can see it in his eyes, the tint of guilt and worry that lingers on before he succumbs to his reading trance. truth is, the injury is just a mild inconvinience of pain, so there really wasn’t much to fuss over.

in his eyes, your degree has gotten much higher than before. whether your wound would’ve affected your job didn’t matter to him; it was the fact that you were hurt in the first place. you shouldn’t have to take care of him when you needed to take care of yourself! or so is what he thinks to himself.

and so he tries to make it up to you. you need reading lessons? he’ll try to squeeze it in his schedule! or maybe it’s time for a break, he’ll tour you around in the bustling city of azuchi. it feels like whenever you need something, he’s always there next to you, and you can’t help but feel charmed by it.

mitsunari isn’t one to notice details about a person if it isn’t in a situation like in battle. but he’s gotten very sharp at seeing the slight reactions and how you’re doing; and here’s what he’s picked up on:

other than the wound on your cheek, your stomach area seems to be bruised or something close to that. you might’ve not told anyone about it, cause he hasn’t heard a peep of that anywhere, not even when he kept asking politely (or bugging, in the man’s eyes) for ieyasu’s information.

so fuck it, he just decides to ask you one day.

“why do you have an injury on your stomach area?”

it was a lesson hour, you didn’t expect him to throw,,,that curveball. maybe more of, what does this character mean? or how do you write this word? but. . .

“uhm—an incident that happened before the whole honno-ji thing.”

“and you never told anyone, even lord ieyasu?”

“n, no, kinda.”

he’s serious than before, and yet there’s something in his eyes that’s very inviting, inviting you to tell your feelings and story, inviting you to a hug of warmth and safety.

and you succumb.

“. . . things have been happening in my town before i came here.” then what was once a lesson sessioin, turned into you explaining what you and the world was going through before coming to the sengoku, with many phrasings replaced of course.

“is that so. . .” he mutters, “i haven’t heard a case like this, although i don’t doubt there aren’t any. . .i should do some reasearches.. .”

“i-it’s fine, really. . .!”

you managed to convince him that it’s fiiine, he shouldn’t read up on it and just focus on his works (since it would render your story false pretty quickly,,).

“but you still haven’t explained how you got the injury.”

“oh yeah. i got kicked down by one of the guards and then i got this as a result.” you pointed at the covered up wound, now probably just a scar, on your cheek. mitsunari goes silent, then a slow and silent hum resonates in him.

you’ve never quite seen the look in his eyes as you did. they were sharper, even if you weren’t situated in a battlefield, and you could see the gears turn in his brain. for what, you’re not quite sure.

“mitsu,,,?”

and with just your voice, his clouded eyes clear up, and he sends his angelic smile your way, “it’s fine now, lady—” his voice rings gently like bells, “you’re now safer. .even if you want to go back there. but i’ll be here by your side to protect you always, so please remember.”

“. . .heh, alright. of course i will.”

[julesnichols]

Honesty Hour: Do you miss any of the deceased characters? Or do you think their deaths/murders made sense for the narrative and are fine without them? (Melanie doesn't count)

Ehhh not really. Though does Jinju count? Since we don’t know where she is lol. But also while I liked Josie I think it was a cop out to bring her back— her death was important and well done imo and aside from how unrealistic it was that she apparently survived the better part of a week frozen somehow, idk it just felt. Unnecessary lmfao if they’d done it in season one I might feel differently but by season two it was too late. Also they could’ve done that ice woman storyline with Melanie in season 3 if she’s alive. They just have too many characters.

[eventyrteatret]

hm alright...

11x04 was? fine. the pacing was kinda in the way of the scenes flowing, I thought the directing was honestly kinda bad. don’t know who directed it, but ehhh.

carl’s storyline was, though incredibly uncomfortable to watch, my favorite - it reminded me of older shameless and especially the older characterization of carl. he truly is caring at his core, and I hope he’ll quit this fucking job cause his partner is ???. I thought his storyline did great at showing the true problems with police work - the ‘anonymity’ and depersonalization of cops make for an unhealthy and dangerous power distance between normal citizens and the cops - I hope shameless handles this topic with care, which I kinda think they maybe managed to do in this episode, downplaying the humor they otherwise try to find in every situation, even when it isn’t called for. but fuck was it uncomfortable to watch + I hate that they’re making one of their only black characters out to be horrible contrary to white boy carl.

debbie and v’s storyline was boring and made me truly annoyed at debbie - and I’m someone who normally is fine with debbie? figure that one out shamey, even the people actively trying to be on debbies side start hating her. I really can’t imagine sandy will stay with debbie much longer. lip and tami’s storyline was nice and felt real and genuine, loved that. lip could’ve brought up the fact that he did, indeed, also sleep with a teacher lmao? the writers are truly forgetting the past seasons it seems.

ian and mickey’s storyline was a little boring as well, but I’d rather have that than uhhh e3 again so, nice I guess haha. it is promising though, and it played out better than I would have thought. can’t wait for them in e5! and their conversations seemed more natural as well - I truly blame my dislike for this episode on the directing alone, the writing was fine and almost even great, but the acting could’ve been so much better with the right director (and perhaps even the editing was done poorly idek).

I really did like liam, frank and kev’s storyline. loooved to see more of liam, hope he gets to be heard some episode even!!! like!!! he’s 12 and is in literal danger rn, and no one really gives a shit. pleaase let him confront his entire family sometime later, they need to hear it. maybe liam could move in w either lip or an eventual mick/ian house? they do all seem to have grown out of their house soon. I thought this storyline was the most organic, it was genuinely interesting and had a nice pace. overall the episode was alright, loved the more serious topics and scenes, and love that franks storyline is going somewhere - he does seem seriously on a downfall. I don’t really know or care to think of a ranking of the episodes so far, though episode 1 is probably still my favorite.

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

ellie livewatches the night manager ep. 2

forgot to mention, but this intro is bussin’

drugs? (with a rolled r)

ah shit, we’ve got a bad relationship with a parent

DAMN-

well thats just a bit rude

girlie you need therapy

omg the little boy from wonder...JACK WILL, thats who he played

god she’s tall

ooh, i’ve never made paella before, nor tried it

my brother got to drive a boat once lol. that was the first time i ever saw dolphins

ah yes, rich people shit

thats a nice lil table

you see, i’ve tried veal, (deer) in sausage form and it A. tasted weird and B. was dryas fuck. i’ll have it again, but maybe like with rice, mixed in, like i sometimes do with ground beef. it was very lean lol.

DONT GIVE THE CHILD ALCOHOL-

i mean.....he’s gulping that shit my lord

remember kids, always make sure you’ve got some water on hand, as well as food in your stomach before drinking xx (or so i’ve heard)

hehe, STOP

ooh, i do adore mr. groff’s laugh though

awwwwwww. this is a very cute moment.

w-was she a little kiddie?

like, not 5 years old, but like a MINOR, um..hmm

oh shit

BACK OFF, BITCH YOU HAVE A CHILD IN YOUR ARM WITH A GUN CLOSE TO HIS HEAD, FUCK OFF

RUN GODDAM IT, RUN AFTER THEM

i’ll be damned if i dont run after MY kid, or someone in my family if they’ve been kidnapped.

also, this may not be EVERY KID.

but i’d be looking for weapons left and right to hurt this person, straight up. any type of exits, im looking for them. all of that.

poor baby

oh, we’re going back this time.

some backstory ehhehehehe

ah, attached memories i see

this is worrying, just a bit. my god.

JUST LIKE THAT.

i feel like he could’ve done that a bit better.

cameras???

yo why tf didn’t he day “who is it?” before opening the damn door.

i want a tea n’ biscuit too goddamn

um.........i dont know if i could do this, personally. i really couldnt. maybe im too sensitive for it lol.

jesus christ, another murder

ugh yes, he can ride motorcycles. hells yeah

THE SHADES

well thats a bit of a rude shock

thats even worse goddamn

IM SCARED

HE WAS SO SMOOTH WITH IT

GOTDAMN-

ewwww more roper

look at him go

in case yall didnt know, im VERY anti-capitalist, anti-capitalism, all that shit

this dude is just grossing me out

i miss being on my bike lol

yayyy he can cook

RIP to her at that point

i take it back.

welp.

no, actually, rip to her.

i love watching people’s eyes dilate. one of the things that i really enjoy learning about is genetics, and how different traits come about. it’s one of my favorite things. he’s got such pretty eyes too, it makes this all the better.

DAMN, PUT A PASSWORD ON YOUR PHONE

whomst the fuck was that

AYYY SHE MADE IT

he did a good pitch, if i say so myself.

ooh, a history between the two

OOOH PLOT........IT THICKENS BESTIES

thats a fair reason

i know his ass is scared

that reminded me of the one scene in family guy where stewie beats brian’s ass for not having his money. im talking blood and broken glass fighting, mind you.

UH OH

im scared

W H A T

god i hate this

OOH SHIT

i have never seen this man be this upset dear lord-

im scared of him

oh no-

wheres the body?? who’s body was it?

well fahk me innit

PERIODTTTTTT

STAY STRAPPED BITCHESSSS

damn....das hot

THIS WAS PLANNED

oh, not the pot

NOT THE FACE

..........oh lord

god, how long has he been there, and how long did it take them to get there?

im not a medical professional, but ehhh that blood looks fairly clotted, like...kinda.

idk.

damn he’s in rough shape

GET THE KID AWAY FROM THE SCENE

corky my beloved

bro wtf, this is SO TERRIFYING

woahhhh, he looks fucked up

wonderful hair, even with a fucked up face

this is such a beautiful shot, my lord.

that ambulance cut too close to the curve for me lol

u cant call dead people, ms. jed

danny ur father was right for asking you to thank the person who saved your life, HOWEVER, i do hate your dad.

awwww!! yes, i would love to hear about squids.

giving me captain james conrad vibes with the shirt color

yeah, corky’s cool (for the time being)

i like the name mordecai

speaking of which, i DID, in fact, have a crush on mordecai from regular show

i dont think smoking would be good for the cracked ribs

ah, so corky is figuring shit out

he does have nice ankles.

i dont know if he would be any good at running with CRACKED RIBS.

i would be milking everything i could if i was in his position.

he looks more upset than anything.

um.....ew

mr. frisky, i think you need some therapy for that.

get them pics.

thee river house

okay sir, shut the fuck up before i punch you through the damn screen.

angela burr my beloved.

YAYYYY. he got a lobster!! im proud of him

bruh, sit in the chair, not on this man’s thigh hairs

watch him sleep through all of tomorrow

me pretending to sleep when my mama checks in on me:

THE LOOK-

ONTO EPISODE THREEE-!

[usuallypeachy]

Drumline

Y’all I fucked up. Oh god have I fucked up.

THE ONE THING I SAID I WASN’T GOING TO DO I FUCKING DID. 

Alright, backstory time:

A few months ago I date this boy and long story short it didn’t end very well and we decided to be just friends (he told me that he was totally fine with it even though he liked me still). I made some distance between us and backed off of him for a bit but we still decided to be friends. During this time I became actually kind of good friends with one of his best friends because we had the same geography class together and we sat right next to each other. Time went on and my Ex asked me to prom and I said yes cause I thought it would be fun because at the very core we were still friends.

Well Prom happened and it is safe to say we are no longer friends, I told him that I didn’t want to be his girlfriend and he didn’t like that as much. After Prom (and his graduation) he completely cut me out of his life. Whatever ya know, not that big of a deal, I was kind of over at that point.

Marching Band season rolls around and suddenly I’m spending so much time with my Ex’s friend, who plays the Tenor in the Drumline. I’ve known this kid for ten years, he lived next door to my daycare, but we’ve never been close, until recently. 

For all of our sweat week we’ve spent a lot of time together, the Senior Drum Major is friends with him and the Trumpet Lead, so he’s been around constantly. All week he’s been treating me kind of ehhh, but things started to change on Thursday. For the first time in the ten years I’ve known this kid he’s actually been nice to me, like much more nice than normal. I tried to ignore it but then I’ve thought about it, he’s been acting kind of like this all year, at least since we started talking in Geography. 

I think I might like Tenor Boy. I really think I like him and it’s fucking with my head.

Yesterday was our first parade (we do a parade circuit for our marching season), and I was so fucking anxious. So Tenor Boy walks up to me and and just looks at me, and this kid says:

“Look, Mae, calm down. You’re going to do the best you can and that’s all anyone can ask for. You are going to do great, you just have to relax a little bit.” 

Of course I instantly start to banter with him about how I physically can’t calm down or stop worrying and suddenly I feel less like I’m going to die.

After the parade, I’m out of uniform and changed to go to the festival, I walk up to him and we start to chat. He tells me that it went good and that I did good, I told him that I could’ve done better and I was still upset with myself. He tells me that I need to stop being so hard on myself and that I can’t always expect perfection, that I need to be nicer to myself and treat myself with some respect.

So, to recap: I think I’m starting to like a boy who is in drumline and is practically best friends with my Ex boyfriend.

Realistically I know it’s never going to happen but I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop thinking about him and I’m so fucking scared. I know that it’s never going to happen and I just don’t know how to stop feeling this way about him.