#op these r so good...cries

[jamminvroomvroom]

Hey girlll I love your blog so so so much! Congrats on the 4k bc you absolutely deserve it🫶🏼

I just had a little angsty request for Charles lando or Oscar (you can pick any you’re feeling more atm, I eat up anything ab my boys)

I saw this prompt maybe you could use - - "I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't."

late night talking.

op x fem norris!reader

in which lando’s little sister has been sneaking around with his teammate, but it’s starting to have its challenges…

hiiiii thank u sm anon! love this request love you MWAH! so appreciative of this request and all of the others and that y’all trust me to bring your ideas to life!! i hope this hits the way you wanted it to! let me know what you think, big love 🤍

songs to set the mood: late night talking by harry styles, i love you by billie eilish, over my head by james marriott, if these walls could talk by 5sos

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort, secret relationship, brothers teammate trope (r is lando’s sister), fingering, morning sex, angsty needy sex, lando being an embarrassing little shit

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sex and talking. sex and talking. sex and talking.

that’s what you do, oscar and you.

you watch him all weekend, eyes trailing his lean frame, the way his body moves under papaya fabric. then, when your brother finally leaves you alone, you sneak into oscar’s arms, room, bed, whatever’s closest.

you have your way with one another, nothing untouched, unexplored, and then you talk and talk until your lips hurt from stretched out grins and a satisfying ache sets into your spent limbs. you sneak out when the sun comes up the next day and join lando for breakfast in whatever hotel you’re in that weekend.

rinse, repeat.

you can remember the first time you saw him in real life, way back in early 2023, clear as day. you were in bahrain with your brother for testing, the sun in your eyes, and there he was. awkward, stocky, hands buried deep in his mclaren administered slacks. he was littered with moles, mousey brown hair catching the rays of light, chocolate eyes conveying cool confidence that didn’t at all match up with his uncomfortable stance. you could kiss over those moles like a game of dot to dot, tug on his strands that looked like smooth chocolate frosting, sink into his brown irises until you drowned.

lando had caught you staring, sending his elbow into your ribs, and when you turned to glare at him, cuss him out, you saw a look of warning. his eyes said: don’t you fucking dare.

and you didn’t dare, not for a while at least.

-

“o-osc.” you whine, panting through the waves of eye-watering pleasure.

he’s got you laid out across his massage table, two fingers scissoring into your sodden cunt as his thumb bumps your clit in messy circles.

it’s rare that you sneak away so brazenly like this during a race weekend.

“you gotta be quiet.” oscar shushes you, eyes flitting between your own watery pair and his fingers where they’re working you open.

“trying.” you breathe, slapping your own hand over your mouth when your belly tightens one last time. one wrong move and the entirety of the hospitality suite will know. lando will know. perhaps all of china will know. that’s how good he fucking feels.

you sob into your palm, bucking your hips wildly as you fall apart, spilling all around his relentless fingers. he fucks you through it, grinning coyly as your muffled cries subside.

“c’mere.” oscar lulls, pulling you back towards him. he kisses you deeply, smiling against your lips.

“i should go.” you mumble, pushing his hair back and raking your fingers through his hair.

oscar nods apathetically, reserved all of the sudden. you frown, stealing another quick kiss. you stumble to your feet fixing your underwear and your skirt, and grab your bag from the small sofa.

“we need to be more careful.” his words make your blood run cold.

“more careful?”

you sneak in and out of hotel rooms under the cover of night, you have his name disguised in your phone, you never speak to him in public.

“this was risky.” oscar shrugs. he looks antsy, his entire demeanour changing in a matter of minutes, the ecstasy of watching you writhe all for him worn off.

“this- i- you’re the one who dragged me in here, piastri.” you accuse. ‘piastri’ is reserved for when you’re pissed off, a cagey step back from the affection ‘osc’ that you usually called him. “whatever, i’ve got to go.”

“i’ll see you later?” he poses it as a question, uncertain that you’ll show. he has never been uncertain before, not with you, not with a lot of things. bile rises in your throat, and you scoff.

you can’t reply. the door slams behind you.

-

“where’ve you been?” lando ruffles your hair, a single eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“got bored with watching you look at data so i went for a walk.” you reply nonchalantly, pushing his hand away.

he hums in response, nodding slowly. it’s like he doesn’t quite believe you but he quickly moves on.

“you coming out with us after the race tomorrow?” lando asks.

“depends on who ‘us’ is.” you reply curtly. you don’t wanna look at oscar’s stupid, handsome face for a second longer than you have to. a familiar sadness sinks into your bones.

“couple of the drivers, alex, carlos, oh and oscar might even be swayed.” you grit your teeth, suddenly frustrated. “anyway, since when do you have beef with drivers? little miss sunshine fallen out with someone?” lando sounds confused, accusatory.

you stay silent, walking into the back of the garage, praying someone will come and steal your brother away.

“hey, you gonna tell me what the problem i-?”

“lando, we need you to look at this.” your brother gets cut off by a frantic engineer, your prayers answered, and is quickly lost to the chaos of the garage.

a pair of warm eyes burn into the side of your head. you turn to see oscar watching you, his eyebrows furrowed as if he’s studying you. he’s fidgeting, playing with his fingers, something strange for the man as cool as a cucumber. you look away as quickly as you can, managing to tear your eyes away from him, a lump forming in your throat which you swallow down.

it’s painful, really. sex and talking, it’s not enough, never has been for even a second. oscar piastri, australian f1 driver, number 81, quickly became your oscar, somewhat against your will.

-

somewhere in hungary, about 8 months ago

“are we really doing this, piastri?” you giggle, throwing your head back as his lips work your neck.

“need you.” he groans into your skin, low and needy. you’ve never heard him sound so disheveled, so desperate, a far cry from his usual, monotonous self.

“want you, osc.” you pant when his lips find your sweet spot, the feeling of him so delicious on your body.

“have me.” he whispers, falling into bed with you in his lap.

you lay there basking in stunned silence afterwards, a layer of sweat coating your knackered body. your shoulder is pressed flush with oscar’s, not an inch of space between you while you both stare at the ceiling, sporting matching lazy grins.

“i can’t believe we did that.” oscar mutters, a layer of disbelief in his voice.

“i think we should do it again.” you tease, except you are deadly serious.

“agreed.” he breathes.

“this stays between us, right?” you whisper, shyly.

“always.”

-

always makes your skin crawl now. you’re sick of having him in the dark, of having to avoid him in public for fear of turning into a lovesick fool. it’s embarrassing, really, unrequited love.

you can barely follow qualifying, staring blankly at the empty space in the garage where oscar’s car resides. you manage to catch the radio message through the headset you have on, the one where oscar’s muttering about a stupid mistake that’s just knocked him out. he’s limping back to the pits, licking his wounds.

you feel a pang in your chest, sympathetic and disappointed for him. you wonder what his mistake was, where his mind was. you’ll wait for the right moment, swallow the ache in your heart and your pride, and you’ll comfort him. he gets led away by frustrated engineers immediately, studying lines of data with furrowed eyebrows. you watch from afar, but then your heart sinks to your feet when four words sound through your headphones.

“lando, are you okay?”

will sounds stressed, repeating the four words that make your world stop spinning on its axis. everyone in the garage is staring at the tv screen, breaths held, stomachs tight.

your brothers car sits in tatters, carbon fibre littering the track. you can see the fluorescents of his helmet burrowed in the cockpit, still. your mouth hangs open, one hand clutching your chest, the other covering your quivering lips. you’re numb.

that feeling returns, the one of eyes burning into your weathered features. your wide eyes flit to the australian boy watching you from across the garage, and you beg silently for him to just come to you, pull you close, tell you that lando is okay and that he loves you back.

and lando is okay, his winded voice reassuring you over the radio.

but you stand there alone.

just like always.

-

somewhere in brazil, about 5 months ago

“what’s your favourite colour?” oscar mumbles lazily, lips bumping your cheekbone.

you’re curled up on his lap watching the sunset from his balcony. he was well behind lando after qualifying, and he’d craved a moment alone with you all day.

the air was thick, humid, the hot orange sun sinking far off in the horizon. you turn to face him, his features illuminated by the hazy glow. the sunlight makes his chocolate eyes sparkle warmly, so pretty.

“brown.” you whisper, scanning his face.

he laughs lowly, his chest rumbling.

“brown?” he questions teasingly.

“yep.” you grin, pecking his lips softly.

“why?”

“go look at those pretty eyes of yours in the mirror.” you retort smoothly, threading your fingers through his shower-damp strands.

“you flirting with me?”

“you bet i am.”

you twist back around, facing the view once more, moulding into his body. he kisses over your shoulder, resting his chin. you stay there content until the sun is gone and the stars twinkle.

-

the air in the room is thick, awkwardly silent.

he stands leaning against the desk, opposite where you sit on your bed. the lights are low in your hotel room, the imprint of your body still fresh against the mattress. you’d been crying when he knocked, eyes rimmed red, skin flushed raw.

“you just stood there.” you croak.

“love, i-“

“don’t call me that. please.”

hurt flashes across his features, but like he knows it’s not fair of him to complain, he buries it immediately.

“i just… will you hear me out?” oscar pleads quietly.

you nod feebly.

“it’s impossible. this, us. i wanted to go to you but i- i couldn’t, i didn’t know how that would look and i didn’t want to jeopardise this.”

“but you did.” you whisper. his face shatters, falling fast.

“no, no, i can be there when you need me-“

“but you weren’t!” you cry, your body physically sinking, your shoulders drooping.

“i can fix this, i will.”

“i think we need to stop this, osc. it’s too painful for me. i’ve tried to move past the hurt but after today…” your voice shakes and you crumble, the first tear falling.

“i’m not trying to hurt you.” he crosses the space between you in two rushed steps, collapsing to his knees before you.

“that’s not good enough.” you bite back. “i’m not going to be some guys dirty little secret. i won’t do it anymore oscar.”

“i was trying to protect you… this.” he gestures between you desperately

“i know, oscar. i know! but i never asked you to do that. i can’t love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life.” the words slip from your tongue, abrasive and messy, before your brain can catch up.

you grimace, biting your tongue, but oscar’s reaction couldn’t be further from your own. his watery eyes widen, pink lips pulling into a boyish grin.

“i don’t want to love you in a hotel room for the rest of my life either.” oscar whispers, tentatively taking your hands. you stare down at your slowly intertwining fingers, a familiar warmth oozing through your body. “i wanna love you everywhere.”

“show me.” you murmur through shaky breath.

“i will.” he leans in, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “for as long as you let me, i will.”

“just come here.” your fingers find the hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him into a kiss, one born of frustration, and longing, and a year of late night talking about everything except how much you love each other.

oscar pushes you back onto the bed, crawling over you, starving. you pull him flush against you, leaving no room between your bodies. you crave the feel of his entire weight pressing you into the mattress and as he does, you feel at home. when you pull apart, catching your breaths, he says it properly, for the first time, and the world gets lighter.

“i love you.” oscar cups your jaw, those chocolate eyes boring into yours, the intensity of it knocking you for six. “always.” he adds.

the meaning of the word changes. always doesn’t mean a shameful, taboo secret anymore. life is breathed into the six lettered word; always means you and him, together, finally out of the shadows.

“i love you, osc.” you whisper.

he’s smiling when he kisses you again, unbuttoning your blouse like he’ll die if he doesn’t get the offending item off of your frame. you retaliate by shoving his t-shirt up his back, tugging greedily at it to strip him bare. the material comes off easily and as he sits up to throw it away, you shrug off your blouse and it meets his shirt on the floor. his hands smooth over your curves, brushing the pudge of your belly as he finds the zip of your skirt, ruining the fasten in his state of haste. you barely notice the way he’s ruined the item of clothing, urgently unbuttoning his jeans. your underwear is gone too, nothing separating you but your bra, restless hands on heated skin.

“we need to be quiet.” you breathe. “lando’s next door.” oscar giggles, tinged pink.

“get on top, love.” he drawls, flipping onto his back and taking you with him.

he sits up with you in his lap, nothing anchoring either of you in the middle of the bed. the imprint of your devastated form is gone, replaced by the shape of him. you can feel the head of his cock nudging through your folds, slicking him up so that he can slide nice and deep. he trails his fingers between your legs, thumbing at your clit in deft circles, just the way he knows you like it. you’re mewling in his lap, grinding down on the pad of his thumb; it’s so good but it’s not enough.

“please, osc.” you pant, urging him to let you sink down on his cock. you can see how red it is, feel the way it throbs for you, and the need to be full of him is almost paralysing.

“come on, pretty girl. fill yourself up.” oscar mutters against the shell of your ear.

he kisses down your throat as you slide down on him, dropping your hips firm against his.

“fuck.” you cry, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

“you okay, sweetheart? feel so good for me.” oscar coos, his fingertips digging hard into your hips.

“so good, baby.” your head rolls back, feeling him hit that spot tucked away within your walls.

your breaths mingle, your breasts flush against his chest, and as if he realises that he never stripped you of your pesky bra, he grunts, unclasping the black lace and flinging it somewhere far away. he gently mumbles an awestruck “fuck”, as if he hasn’t seen your tits a million and one times before, and latches onto your nipple. his tongue works in slow circles, matching the pace of your hips working languidly on his cock, and you keen further into his body.

“prettiest girl for me.” oscar grits out, his eyes squeezing shut when you clamp down on him, hard.

you’re both trying so hard to be quiet, overwhelmed by touch and taste, love. you’re growing tired, hurtling towards a desperate release, and oscar can sense it, the feel of your quivering thighs tightening around his hips spurring him on. he grinds up into you, maintaining your pace, but he’s fucking you harder now, the anticipation of your release sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna cum for me?” oscar grunts, holding your hips down against him. you can’t move, his hold too tight and your body too tired, all you can do is wait for your orgasm to hit like a ton of bricks. you nod frantically.

“yes, oscar, please baby.” you beg for it, and like the true gentleman he is, the calloused pad of his pointer finger finds its home on your clit, sending you into an upwards spiral.

it’s as if you’re levitating when you let go, in a dreamlike state, your teeth sinking hard into his pale shoulder to muffle a surefire whine of his name. he’s rutting into you, prolonging the bliss.

“cum inside of me.” you urge, voice barely above a whisper. well, you’ve certainly never done this before.

oscar’s eyes roll into the back of his head, tears pricking his lash line. a guttural gasp of your name spills from his lips when he lets go, painting your insides warm and white. you stare at the tiny indents your teeth had left on his thick shoulder, his breath hitting the crook of your neck warm and wet as he comes down.

“‘m yours, and i’m here. i’m always gonna be here, i promise.” oscar speaks so quietly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it.

-

“when i made that mistake today, i was thinking about you.”

you’ve been laying there in silence for a while now, tucked under his arm when he speaks. you turn to look at him, perplexed.

“what?”

“i felt so awful about what i said after we, you know. you looked so upset with me, and i don’t blame you.” oscar sighs.

“i just don’t want to feel like a shameful secret, osc.” you tell him quietly, the words heavy on your tongue.

“you won’t, not anymore. ‘m so sorry, sweetheart.” he lulls, kissing over your hairline.

“how do we make this work? and how are we ever gonna explain this to-“

“lando.” oscar cuts you off, shifting uncomfortable. “he’s going to murder me and my entire bloodline.” he chuckles nervously.

“he won’t murder you. he might put you in a gravel trap, though.” you roll onto your side, smiling teasingly up at him and he rolls his eyes.

“i’ll take the heat. you’re worth it.”

-

“promise me.” you pant, his hips grinding into you. you’re curled into his chest, still spooning and barely awake. he’d woken up needy, and you were even needier, the faint glow of early morning sunshine washing over you through a crack in the beige curtains.

“anything.” oscar stutters, his breath warm against the back of your neck. his nose bumps your skin, teeth scraping the shell of your ear.

you stop meeting his thrusts. he whines low, wordlessly pleading for you to resume. he ruts his hips against your ass, chasing friction.

“tell me it’s all gonna be different now.”

“i already told you, i-“ oscar grunts.

“promise me.” you purposely clamp down on him, a hiss sounding from between his gritted teeth.

“promise, i promise, i love you.”

you giggle, rocking your hips again, fucking yourself onto him once more.

“i know.”

“you gonna let me off the hook?” oscar pants in your ear, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth.

“still gotta prove yourself, piastri.” you moan.

he feels deeper like this and he knows it, revelling in the way he’s filled you up so perfectly. he rolls into you slowly, sliding against each and every spot that makes you squirm. you drop your guard, going limp in his arms to let him finish you off.

“you nearly there, sweetheart? you gonna cum for me, love?” his accents thickens in the mornings, husky and intoxicating. you fall apart, then, and he stays buried inside of you, the only sounds in the room your matching heavy breathing.

“i need you to get dressed.” oscar kisses your cheek.

“kicking me out already?” you feign offence, looking at him over your shoulder.

his fingers come to cup your chin, his forehead resting against yours.

“there’s something we gotta do.”

-

you’re wearing your skirt from the day before, the waistband rolled over to make up for the oscar-destroyed zipper. his hoodie that you’ve stolen almost completely covers the short skirt, and your messy hair and poorly removed makeup don’t do much to convince anyone that you’d actually slept in your own room last night.

still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you don’t really comprehend where oscar is leading you, but when the elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the restaurant floor, you’re suddenly painfully awake. time seems to move in slow motion, your tummy twisting as you realise what’s about to happen.

ahead of you, tucked into the corner of the restaurant is your brother, jon, and ashley. lando is already draped in team kit, the papaya of his hoodie blaring obnoxiously for once, a warning sign.

“oscar, what-“

“i’m doing this.” he affirms, speeding up his stride.

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

your heart speeds up, dropping to the pit in your belly when lando notices you, eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in the bewildering sight before him. his baby sister, disheveled and wide-eyed, and his teammate holding her hand, on a mission.

“what the fuck am i looking at?” lando doesn’t sound angry, per say, more perplexed than anything. there is an edge to his voice that you don’t particularly like, but he hasn’t started swinging yet, you suppose.

“i’m in love with your sister. like, for real. you deserve to know that.” oscar says confidently, somewhat monotonously.

lando opens his mouth, closes it. opens it again, closes it. he repeats the process a few more times, going through the motions of an emotional rollercoaster.

but then, he sighs deeply, a grin of disbelief stretching across his face. jon bangs on the table excitedly, and ash is shaking his head.

“you owe us so much money.” jon laughs, his head tipping back.

“pay up, boss.” ash sticks his hand out expectantly, smirking across the table.

“what… what?” you exclaim, narrowing your eyes in confusion.

“i didn’t wanna believe them.” lando shrugs.

“don’t blame you.” oscar chimes in, and you stare between the two mclaren drivers in bewilderment.

“are you okay with this?” you question, staring your brother in the eyes, still a bit disoriented by the entire situation. his face softens, a genuine smile lingering small on his lips.

“if you’re happy, i’ll make my peace with it.” lando’s eyes flit between you and oscar.

all of the sudden, a look of horror crosses his face, and his voice turns stern.

“but,” he inhales shakily. “if i ever, ever, hear again what i think i heard last night,” he glares at oscar, pointing one firm finger at the australian, who stands up a bit straighter. “you’re dead, piastri.”

jon and ash bite back giggles at the empty threat, and you take it upon yourself to put an end to the situation before it gets any more awkward.

“well, on that note!” you sing-song, dragging oscar away.

“and make sure you’re using protection!” lando calls out, panic stricken, big brother mode activated.

“oh my god.” you blush dark pink, speeding up, the elevator in your sights.

“that went well.” oscar quips sarcastically. he looks rather happy with himself.

you kiss him as soon as the metal doors shut.

-

you do go out after the race, but for once it’s not to drink away the memories of a weekend in oscar’s arms. this time, it’s to celebrate the fact that you can love him out loud, and he’ll do the same right back.

you’re dancing in his arms, bright lights in shades of blues and purples streaming over your bodies. oscar holds you close, keeps you wrapped in his arms, despite the shock on the faces of others at the sight of lando norris’s baby sister publicly besotted with his teammate.

when oscar kisses you deep, smiling against your lips that taste like cherry liquor, you know that this last year of your life wasn’t in vain.

you and oscar, you’re built to last.

-

“how did you not see it, mate?” charles beams, crinkles by his eyes from the wide smile he’s sporting. he’s clearly drunk, but lando is too.

it appears he’s clocked the brits sister and her australian suitor on the dance floor.

the monagasque has rocked up to the bar with alex and pierre in tow, the three of them slapping lando on the back as they arrive.

“i guess there were signs.” lando shrugs, dragging his finger over the rim of the crystal glass.

“signs? mate it was obvious.” pierre chuckles, pushing lando’s shoulder.

“wait, you all knew?” lando splutters.

yeah. duh. come on, man.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“it’s funnier.” charles… winks? it’s hard to tell with him.

lando finds you in the crowd, grinning up at oscar like he hung the stars in the sky. the younger mclaren driver returns your look, and it sparks warmth in lando’s chest.

you’re gonna be okay.

-

hehe

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[hematomes]

HI as most of you know last month my genshin account was hacked and it was one of the most stressful situations of my life, essentially because I did not know what to do at first. Recently I've seen people going through that too, so I thought I'd try and help them out. Also added preventive measures in case it happens, because you need a fair amount of information to prove its your account.

This comes from my personal experience and also compiles advice from the subreddit r/GenshinHacked. I'd advise against looking elsewhere because Twitter threads are a confusing mess full of contradictory info, and this subreddit is really well-done. You can directly see other people's experiences and they answer rather quickly when you make a post so!!

Also I'm severely sleep deprived right now so english hard. Obviously reblogs are very much appreciated since it's to help the community but you know. Whatever let's get into it

1. What NOT to do

- DO NOT try to buy it back. This is actually the reason I'm putting this guide together, because I've seen people buy their account back and, seriously, don't. Buying an account is against the ToS and could result in your account being banned, which is way worse than hacked because then you most likely won't get it back. Additionally, it doesn't mean the hacker won't somehow steal it again. There's no security, you'd be depending on the asshole who literally stole your account. Do not. Do that.

- DO NOT buy accounts in general. It doesn't do any good. Like I said it's against the ToS and exposes you to it getting banned or even, in the worst case, sued by Hoyoverse. Most accounts put to sale are also stolen accounts, btw. There's at least half a dozen websites dedicated to selling and buying accounts, and a shit ton of them are stolen. It's not worth it, even if the account has your fave 5* character(s) c6r5.

- DO NOT contact the hacker or, if your account has been bought, the buyer. This will just increase the chance of it getting trashed, weapons and artifacts destroyed etc. Make sure to tell your friends not to contact them either even if they want to, it's extremely important. Even when you get your account back, just block everyone from the friendlist that you don't recognize and, if someone joins your world on behalf of the buyer, block them too. I don't co-op often but I did get like half a dozen of co-op requests after getting my account back.

- DO NOT attempt to hack it back. It could result in a much worse state, e.g your account being banned. Also if you fail, higher chance of getting your account trashed.

- DO NOT assume the worst. This is mostly for your own mental health. There's a good chance your account was bought or at least the hacker's trying to sell it, so deleting weapons and artifacts would be stupid. And even if they do (which sucks), keep in mind that you'd still have your characters. If you end up with no artifacts and are on the EU server, send me an ask or a dm and I'll help you farm them back for as long as it takes! /srs

2. What to do INSTEAD

- Allow yourself to panic. It's a really stressful thing to go through, so it's only natural to be distressed. I cried for hours, man. It's okay, you'll be fine, but for now just let it happen.

- Immediately go to the aforementioned subreddit r/GenshinHacked, specifically the menu tab, and click "Recovery Form Guide". You can also reach it directly using this link: Recovery Form Guide. It tells you how to get the form, and every step of the process. Don't hesitate to make a post asking for help, they're really sweet and understanding. However if anyone contacts you through dms or even comments about some random guy being able to get it back, ignore it. It's a scam.

- Follow each step carefully, and wait. It typically takes 5-10 working days to get a response from hoyoverse, sometimes less and sometimes more. It's hard, but you can't really do anything about it. I'd say distract yourself with something else but that shit did not work for me. Just know you're not the only one going through that and I'm mentally hugging you.

- Don't give up. It can take a few tries to get it back, but as long as you have the necessary informations and can prove it's your account, you'll get it back.

3. Preventive mesures

- Don't give anyone information on your account, unless you trust them. If someone joins your world and offers to buy you a welkin, a battle pass or even just crystals but need your info to buy it, it's a scam. There's an affiliate website to gift crystals to other players - and I think you only need their UID), so they can go through there if they're sincere.

- Only buy crystals directly from Hoyoverse or affiliated websites. Same with your info.

- Install Malwarebytes on your device and let it check it for malwares. If there's anything, even if you haven't been hacked yet, completely reset your device and change your passwords.

- Enable 2FA (two-factor authentication) on your hoyolab account AND your e-mail address. I use the app Authy, so far it's been working great. I can't vouch for any other. For the hoyolab account, you can link your phone number for example.

- Collect the following information on your account:

The date you created your account. You can verify it by logging into Genshin. Menu > Character Archives > Amber. Bottom right you'll see the day you acquired her, which typically corresponds to the date you created the account.

The device you created your account with, with information about it. The form usually says what they need, and the guide from r/GenshinHacked also help. Keep it safe!

The receipt for your first top-up, if you're not f2p. A screenshot of the e-mail will suffice as far as I know (I use Google Pay tho so I'm not sure how it works for other payment options).

Information on the device you play the most with. The form is pretty clear about it.

Additional information you can get now: 5* characters (with the day you obtained them + constellations), 5* weapons (with the date you obtained them + refinements), event weapons, which characters you picked from the Liyue Lantern Rite these past 2 years (NOT absolutely necessary, I didn't add that). You can provide screenshots of getting the characters and weapons with the UID visible, but keep in mind that these can be forged so it's not fool-proof.

I got reasonably lucky: they answered in roughly a week and my form was accepted on the first try, essentially because I provided the information mentioned above. If you can access it, keep it somewhere safe.

[kob131]

Found an absolutely vile and twisted interpretation of the newest episode. How in God's name do these people actually believe this shit. www(.)reddit(.)com/r/RWBYcritics/comments/12nmww4/comment/jgfb0qb/

Okay, I know the subreddit is real circlejerky but it can't be that ba-

Being one of the critics who absolutely adored seeing Ruby get straight-up obliterated by Ironwood and Ozpin-

... Greeeeat.

"Well, what's the problem with enjoying seeing Ruby taken down? You enjoy it when Raven is taken down a notch!"

Yeah, but I don't carry a consistent vendetta against the show for portraying her as sympathetic. People who took Oz and James' sides like this often do hold a grudge against the show for it. So naturally, you're gonna be biased towards misrepresenting the show. Not helping is this later line-

RWBY's team doesn't care. They might as well be on vacation down here, with Weiss being the comic relief and Blake/Yang itching to hop in bed with each other. And it started to really amp up in Episode 8.

Yeah, why would I think you're at all trustworthy when you take Yang, who has been consistently worried about her sister, as just 'Blake arm candy' because a couple of tender moments and ONE scene? Let alone Weiss, who has cried TWICE at the fall of Atlas, being treated as just 'comic relief'?

No one cares about Ruby. Not a lot, anyway, and nowhere near the amount Ruby cares about them. And the way we can tell this is how they react when other people go through very similar situations. When Ruby is at her lowest, barely anyone notices or cares, to the point where Yang even kneels down next to her when it's impossible to ignore and might as well have told her to shut the fuck up.

"That's how Ironwood thought. You don't mean that." A total dismissal of everything Ruby is feeling.

Behold, the face of dismissal.

In fact, let's see what the conversation was about.

Weiss: We've risked their home to save the Relic... And we failed.

Blake: Getting everyone out has to count for something.

Ruby: (angrily) What good is saving anybody if Salem just destroys the world anyway...

Yang places her arms on her sister's shoulder and leans in.

Yang: That's how Ironwood thought... you don't mean that.

Hm...sounds more like Yang was reassuring Ruby about something she was feeling jaded about. But hey, I'm sure OP won't make this same mistake twice, right?

Meanwhile, when Yang was throwing a fit in V5, Weiss marched on out there, sat down, and had one of the only honest heart-to-heart conversations between the four girls in the entire series. The other one was when Yang noticed Blake was stressing herself out entirely on her own(wisdom that would imply she'd be able to tell when her sister was sad.) Yang can tell when someone is sad. Weiss can tell when someone is sad. Jaune could tell when Ruby was down too in V4, even if it wasn't a full conversation. And yet, even in the OP, the rest of Ruby's team is skipping along while Ruby grows more and more morose with no one noticing or caring. The writers knew that, but it's not the reason you're supposed to feel bad for Ruby.

You know, because Badge and the Burden doesn't exist.

Also, Weiss noticed Yang was sad because she EXPLODED, Yang noticed Blake because she was self isolating and Jaune was literally TOLD by Ruby. Not like, say, a single comment in the middle of nowhere with obvious stress. Or that you completely fucked up in understanding Yang's fucking point.

They almost cared enough to notice that Ruby was feeling down before the Paper Pleaser village was destroyed... but they sure were quick to not only run to Jaune's side, but even ask Ruby for words of encouragement. Because they care about Jaune. Not Ruby.

Or that he was screaming his head off and being far more open about his pain. You know, context.

And when Ruby has her breakdown, while Yang practically growls at Ruby for daring to raise her voice and steps in between her and Blake(what Yang actually cares about), they're more than willing to listen to Jaune's whining. Nobody moves between Jaune and Ruby when he's shouting at her, though.

Ruby is her sister. Also mind showing that 'growling' because you've already demonstrated you didn't pay attention so it's far more logical to assume you misinterpreted the scene.

Also gotta love that Jaune going through THE EXACT SAME SHIT as Ruby is treated 'whining' but Ruby is portrayed sympathetically. Despite them both doing the same shit. Almost like you're trying to sell a narrative or something, hm.

Can you fucking imagine? Ruby's was ranting about positivity and getting snippy about being ignored. She was getting an attitude, and Yang moves to protect Blake. Jaune is actually aggressive in action and tone directed squarely at Ruby with the intent to hurt, Ruby is in tears, and what happens? Concerned, Weiss walks up and calls for JAUNE?. They look heartbroken to hear Jaune's sadness. They're only shocked when Ruby leaves.

She was lashing out at Blake for trying to cheer her up. And Ruby WAS being aggressive. Did you think her comments weren't specifically chosen to HURT everyone? That throwing Weiss' attempts to return back in her face? That attacking Blake for trying to stay positive isn't supposed to be AGGRESSIVE?

SOunds less like you're sympathizing with Ruby and more like you're using her to attack the show. Otherwise you WOULD understand that she is being just AS aggressive as Jaune.

Also-

Look how little they care. As if the shock isn't from how WRONG it is to hear Ruby of all people say this.

In fact, next episode, Yang is pissed that Ruby has left. She is so offended that Ruby would even have the nerve to do so, that without anyone else saying a word she can't help but shout it out and go so far as to say that Ruby could've talked to them when Yang was the one that told Ruby to her face that she doesn't even think what she says she thinks.

Not what that meant but keep providing proof that you're either blind or stupid.

Ruby is bruised and bloodied, and this should be the worst condition her team has ever seen her in(after all, it's the worst condition we've seen her in). And they just... watch.

Gee, what happened to that ability to recongize shock? You were just soooo capable of it before.

Same faces. Same body language. Yet two completely different takes.

Again, almost like you're selling a narrative and can't let pesky things like consistency and the truth get in your way, eh?

Now there's a lot of things wrong with this scene, but let me put it this way:

Hey everyone! The guy who has repeatedly made a fool of himself being incapable of seeing BASIC BODY LANGUAGE, to the point an AUTIST managed to exceed him.

Do you think, by chance, that when Ruby was making direct eye contact with the rest of her team and giving them all the time in the world to stop her, she remembered Blake's reaction when Yang fell into the abyss? Maybe remembered that when Blake was in the same position Ruby was now, wounded, beaten and with the culprit standing over her, that Yang was so quick to act that she lost an arm in the process? Do you think that, in some way, she recognized what it meant when they weren't even willing to lift a finger?

Nope.

Because I have BEEN in Ruby's shoes before and that is NOT what that look meant. That was Ruby saying goodbye, sorry she was going to hurt them but unable to see another way out.

Also-

But okay, sure, it's not the first time the main characters have gotten stunlocked and let something happen they in no way should have. Hell, even one of the examples had Ruby and Weiss stunlocked watching Yang go tumbling off a bridge that looked so bad that they later retconned it to have Ruby hyperventilating and freaking out as if the audience forgot.

I mean, look how well Ruby is taking it!

But also- doesn't this basically KILL your whole shitstorm? Since it's established pattern that the team tends to let shock overwhlem them? Where's Ruby's condemnation for not saying her sister eh?

Oh wait, that's not useful for you. Drat!

There's always the next episode. That'll show their real reactions, since it got cut off by Neo getting dominated by the Curious Cat. You know, as if Ruby's death was nothing more than a footnote, even to the plot at large. But who's judging.

The liar who pretends he cares while ignoring her actual feelings and character?

So basically no one worth considering, fair.

And also-

Just look at how little they react to Ruby. How heartless! Espcially that vindictive and cruel Yang. Look how much joy she takes in her sister's demise.

Jaune: (points Crocea Mors sword at the Cat) Take us to her…

Look how little Jaune cares! How heartless!

But not nearly as much as Yang. Look at how she selfishly tries to protect Blake while ignoring her sister!

... So did I say enough stupid bullshit to get my cock sucked by the subreddit yet?

So, funnily enough, seeing the team with the absence of Ruby is what really created this topic. It showed their 'true self'. And it showed that Team JWBY are just... the worst fucking people imaginable. Because what do they do? Cope. Excuse themselves. Get in a big ol' happy hug(that Ruby didn't get) and assure themselves that hey, it was just a little whoopsie, they're still good. Because that's what matters, right?

Because you were so observant before that my auto correct literally tried inserting 'oblivious' into this sentence.

Even my computer knows you're bullshit.

Being correct. Being "good." That's what really matters to them. We already know that about Yang("So what [that people are going to die because of us]? We give Ironwood what he wants?") but it's different to see the entire group acting that way when their leader has killed herself. Now, I'm very particular when I say that: I'm not pretending to follow RWBY's rules and terminology and call it "ascension" which is how JWBY rationalizes their actions, because it's not. It is ascension in the same way death is reincarnation. You still die. You, the ego, the person, the memories, die.

Even in their justifications about how Ruby can still be alright, it is still in the context of Ruby more than likely not coming back the same person because Ruby didn't want to come back as the same person because she did it to die. It, once again, feels a lot more like they're hardcore coping and trying to come up with reasons why this isn't their fault or shouldn't question themselves. Even though—and I know this sort of language is dangerous when dealing with this particular subject—in this case, it absolutely is their fault for not giving her even a fraction of the care they give each other.

Yang: So what, we should just give Ironwood what he wants? Abandon Mantle? You think Atlas is still gonna be able to float to safety now that she’s here?

You know, this is sadistically hilarious.

The 'so what' part of Yang's comment was dismissing the idea that James' idea was better, not the deaths of people. Made clear through her rhetorical question of 'abandon mantle?' which was a summation of James' plan.

You either cannot understand communication so much that it would logically make YOU incoherent...or you willfully ignored that and misrepresented Yang's point. And consider how you've focused on Yang, already showing that you were misrepresenting what she meant. Or how you focused on Bumbleby and Blake saving Yang. Or how you called Yang's outburst 'throwing a fit'.

Pattern of behavior- You are TRYING to make Yang look as bad as possible. Because once is an accident. Twice is questionable. Four times is confirmation.

And also-

Ruby: Neo’s here too.

Yang: Hey, are you alright?

Ruby doesn’t immediately answer.

Ruby: She attacked me when we were falling.

-

Blake: I've read so many stories. I never thought... (takes a seat on a nearby log)... I'd be the moral of one.

Ruby, still looking down at Penny's sword in her hands, takes a seat next to Blake. Her teammates look at her in concern.

Yang: Ruby?

-

The scene you REFERENCED.

How many times does Yang have to show concern for Ruby before you accept it as fact?

How many?

Let me guess. 'X+1' right?

And as a result, handwaving it as "her choice"? That smacks an awful lot like blaming Ruby for what happened to her(even if they act like it's a good thing), which under no circumstance is the truth, just so they don't have to think too hard. So they don't have to care too much.

Look how little she cares...

Also- how is it blaming her? There is no saying she's at fault or anything of the sort- just that only RUBY can help her.

Just like how Yang could only help herself before her father could help her. Almost like this is a recurring theme or something...

But Jaune needs that hug. He needs that care. He needs that gratification. Team RWBY's big sappy group hug... with a J instead of an R. Their personal pity party. They did good. They're good people. They care for each other soooo much.

You know, considering how you've acted up until now-

What would stop you from just claiming they don't care about Jaune if they had tried to reach out to Ruby? You already contradict yourself here. So what is stopping you?

But Jaune needs that hug. He needs that care. He needs that gratification. Team RWBY's big sappy group hug... with a J instead of an R. Their personal pity party. They did good. They're good people. They care for each other soooo much.

Ruby actively pushed away and ignored any concern shown to her.

If you actually sympathized with her, you would call her out on that. Because she was hurting herself in her pain.

Sprinkle in a little of Yang being perhaps the only person Neo's "turn into a loved one" trick(used by CC now) completely and utterly failed to work on when she used Ruby, alongside a heaping helping of the constantly conflicting tones of V9, and the dish is complete. Then you look back at, say, V3 with Ruby telling Yang that she loved her even after being thoroughly rejected in her attempts to help her feel better. Or how in V5, Ruby's first words to Yang were a tearful apology.

Or Volume 9, Episode 1. Where Yang was crying at the thought that her sister DIED.

Also-

Not only is that NOT Neo's trick since she would do it in response to Yang attacking her by transforming herself into the ACTUAL Ruby, but the Cat's actual trick (to dig into Yang's fear of losing her sister) WORKED, diverting Yang's attention to the obvious Fake Rubys and not her actual opponent.

It hits a very specific chord. The kind like seeing a child alone at a birthday party, or one who is clearly neglected yet still seeks their parent's affection. The puppy left in the rain. The man or woman drinking alone. The clear outsider in a group, who the others talk about behind their back. It's not what you can see, it's what you can't: the implication that someone genuinely cares about other people, but those people don't care about(or even like) them in turn.

Or like the person who says they sympathize with a person's pain while having laughed and delighted while they were in pain, only to pretend to hurt someone else.

No wait, that's significantly worse. You're lucky these are fictional characters.

Ruby's Volume is a story about a girl with a lot of problems falling into a deep depression, calling out for attention only to be rebuked time and time again, and when she makes her final, explicit cry for help, is rejected, then screamed at by a friend her other friends clearly care so much more about. All culminating in that depressed teenage girl killing herself, and then us, the viewer, getting to watch as the only thing her 'friends' care about is how they can spin this to them still being good people and being ever so happy to hug one another.

Not what that was about by the way. It was about the catharsis of knowing their efforts meant something. Ruby wasn't mentioned.

But nice job shitting your pants in public.

It's just so... fucked up. I don't really care about the show that much anymore, despite what the, like, 2k words might say: I've long since written it off as garbage, and this recent episode has only reassured me that once again you can try to predict what happens next based off of what the worst option reasonably possible could be. Yet even then, I can't help but feel bad for Ruby if I think too hard about it. Not because she's sad over her screw-ups or because she doesn't want to be a hero or because she thinks she's failed at everything, but because it's readily apparent that her friends and family could care less about any of that. I feel bad for Ruby because she is completely isolated.

Oh hey, you went so stupid that you looped around to getting the fucking point.

Too bad the whole post basically showcases that this was by accident.

Also, your 2000+ post could have been boiled down to four words (Yang and Jaune bad) and it would have been better.

And I can only imagine what I might've thought, were I in a similar position and watching this Volume. What anyone in Ruby's position might think. The position of depression and subconsciously(even consciously) calling out for help, only to find that their friends and family they love so much are more interested in everyone but them. "What about you," indeed.

Been there, would have attacked you if you tried something like that.

It's easy to prop up a message about how "ooooh you're perfect the way you are, ignore the haters, any criticism is tantamount to telling you to kill yourself and makes them evil," but that can't work for everyone.

Which is why you posted this in the 'RWBY bad' subreddit and not say, the main one where you would have gotten criticism.

Practicing what you preach? What dat?

I'd certainly hate to be in a position to really identify with Ruby, because what RWBY the show would be telling me is... yep! You're right! Your friends wouldn't give a flying hoot if you died: they'll be happy and hugging and looking silly even minutes after your demise. They won't be mad at your killer, they won't be sad they could've stopped it either(not for long anyway), but they will be perfectly fine showing off how much they do care for people that matter, and hint: you're not one of them :)

"I'll also lie about them and reinforce your pain while I delight in your suffering! Look how empathetic I am!"

How disgusting.

Oh cool, you finally found a mirror.

Because this IS disgusting. Like, this is the same shit people pull with Shane and his letter. No one cares about him or his pain and grief- they only cared that they could use him as a bludgeon. The only credit that can be given to you is that Ruby is fictional.

Still repulsive.

[plaidpyjamas]

yeah I'm just gonna keep posting these on main fuck it. they're too unpolished for my fic blog but I gotta put 'em SOMEWHERE

Comfort/Love Languages Bucky/Desmond/Loki mostly inspired by me finally sewing little thumbholes on one of my shirts after a solid 2 decades wanting to but never actually doing it for some reason???

anway

Desmond is very physical, he has to be touching one or both of his partners almost all the time. He’s not quite used to how loud, bright, and distracting the world is, so when he’s out in public with either of his partners, he’ll be glued to their side or he’ll have a deathgrip on their sleeve or something. At home he is pretty much on top of one of them half the time lmao. Like if either Bucky or Loki sit down on the couch/bed/whatever and Des doesn’t have anything to do? He’s just gonna climb on up there - ope, s’cuse me…

Weakness: neck kisses and just a really good hug tbh just come hold him this poor man is t r a u m a t i z e d 

Bucky is more focused on acts of service. He’s the one who will get up early as fuck just to make sure he and his partners all have coffee - the amount of times he’s gone out  in shitty weather just because a half-asleep Desmond said he was craving an iced latte from his favorite cafe - is embarrassingly high.

Weakness: That one time Desmond, after noticing Bucky kept pulling all his sleeves down over his hands, handsewed little thumbholes for him on a bunch of his shirts. He almost cried (he definitely cried)

Also the fact that Desmond and Loki have started learning how to make their fancy cafe orders at home, because they felt guilty about “making” him go out all the time

Loki is all about quality time. He’s almost like a cat (well. They all are. But him especially) in that if he likes you, he’ll just….exist around you. A lot. Like a lot a lot. It freaked Bucky out initially - he thought Loki was trying to do something to him or just like….watching him - but Desmond explained it, and had the two of them actually…talk about it. (They’re idiots i stg).Now that they’re all on the same page, it’s pretty uncommon to see one of them alone

Weakness: Whenever Desmond, Buky, or both of them take a day off/set a day aside to spend time with him. If they outright tell him they’re all his, he just about loses his mind. He’s adorable tbh

[abricktothehead]

character lore written down instead of living rent free in my head??? (it’s more likely than you think)

transcripts under the cut

First image (Saturday and Chimra):

>be me >be demon >species reproduces through mitosis, which carries over some memories >only memory from parent is of some weirdass caravan >caravan has only two people in it?? >probably some dealers >have no character motivation so decide to track them down >trail goes cold bc i have nothing to work off of >years later sleepin in some building hollow >feel something HUGE slam into the side >ohshitdragon.jpg >i look down >its the fucking caravan >not even dealers literally just alchemists >mfw

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hey r u still awake u shed all over the specimens and now i need to redo everything take a shower before going into the room next time wench btw your feathers contain trace amounts of dragonjuice rotten hellspawn

Second image (Fizz and Chimra):

I(19/0F Ghost) want to talk to my roommate's(??NB Demon) friend(20/3F Ghost) but she's always wrapped up in her work. I get that afterlife goals are important and all, but she locks herself in her room for days on end, which doesn't seem all that healthy. I tried talking to her roommate, but his demonic is outside of my hearing range and my DSL isn't that good, so that was that. My friend says that she's always Like That and that it's apparently normal for ghosts. Do I just not know enough about living as a ghost yet?

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hey r u still awake you left ur hat here again you know if you want to stay you can just ask right were leaving tomorrow but if u want to tag along let me know also lmk when you read this i need to let scrim know if were delaying

Third image (Fizz and Saturday):

I (19/2F Ghost) am being repeatedly lied to by my best friend (??NB Demon). I know they're just doing it as a joke, but I'm actually worried about this causing actual issues down the line. Like, I love them and all, but I can't shake the feeling something actually bad will happen, and it'll be all Boy who cried wolf, yknow? WIBTA if I tell them to knock it off?

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>be me >be demon >find a ghost in the rubble while getting the fuck out of my exs place >she just woke up after dying >not ready for this at all holy shit >comes at me speaking english, i don't fucking know english >charades.jpg >somehow i get her to follow me out of the ruins before the weeds get her >no idea where to take her >suddenly remember that i have a ghost friend who can probably help >i get to her house >there's no fucking house >it takes a week to track her down bc she insists on not staying in one place >we finally get to her house >at this point me and the ghost have a bit of an understanding >she still does not know where were going >still following tho >my friend opens the door and asks wtf am I doing here >the new ghost looks confused >she doesn't know sign either >mfw

Fourth image (Fizz):

Hey, I just died. AMA!

Q: Yikes. Good luck OP, mine was real rough. What happened? A: Last thing I remember I was rushing home because it was starting to storm. Then there was this bright flash of light and I woke up here, so lightning strike probably?

Q: ,;,';;;',.';,.';'.;,'.;;'.? A: What?

Q: are you okay? Did someone find you? A: Some weird biblically accurate angel thing. I think they want me to follow them?

Q: op do you even know where you are A: Not in the slightest.

UPDATE: We made it to the place. There's some skeleton plant lady here, but she's trying to talk to me with all these weird hand gestures that definitely aren't sign language, or at least any I'm familiar with. Does anyone know what's going on here? Have I just been kidnapped?

UPDATE: Guys, I know what Hell and demons and ghosts and everything are now, I've gotten many many comments about them. Chill. Anyway, I can actually understand what people are saying now (for the most part) and apparently I just got picked up by some randoms. I don't think it's a good idea to contact a ghost resource center right now, turns out we're in a pretty isolated area and I apparently can't die twice, so I'll keep you all posted on how that works out.

UPDATE: Good news, everyone! I'm not racist anymore! Very sorry for anything I said that might have been disrespectful to demons, it was completely unintentional and I now know better. Anyway, I managed to get a place staying in the local caravan along with the demon who found me (thank you to everyone offering advice!) and I got in contact with the resident necrotherapist. I luckily wasn't too banged up by the dying process, just some weird teeth issues and some latent electricity. It hurts a bit to talk out loud, but I'll just need to get used to it.

Q: Glad to hear you're still doing alright, OP, but are you sure that's all deformationwise? Because the way you're describing it sounds wayyy less deformed than any ghost I've known, and as someone who works by the Tower that's saying something.

A:

Fifth image (Saturday):

>be me >be earthling demon baby >literally just a fucking limb with limbs and an eye bc my species reproduces by regrowth like a worm >i get picked up by the local specter >hes obsessed with biology or whatever >PUTS ME IN A FUCKING JAR >tries to raise me like im some kinda parrot or something >figure out how to squeeze out of the pipes >GTFO >end up getting got by child support >they have no idea what to do with me >get sent to some living household, they think i'm gross >they take me to hell for a trip >familiar as shit, food actually tastes like not chemicals >family jokes about everything being as weird as me >family jokes about just leaving me here >they are about to find out it's not a joke >GTFO >no house but food is literally everywhere and water is free >end up sticking with this one caravan >i meet someone >[THE INCIDENT] >i now have a crippling fear of dogs >i pick up a newly spawned ghost along the way >mfw we have 0 common languages >i teach her demonic and DSL and she teaches me english >we are now best friends >boy i sure hope nothing bad or tragic happens to me involving memories aha

[terminaxshowtime]

ok so I was like "wow the new stone ocean op has a familiar singer right. sajou no hana... I SWEAR I've heard that name before..." and was like "eh it's probably nothing" and went back to listening to 99.9 to put up some new mp100 posters I got and WOULDN'T YA KNOW IT

ALSO APPARENTLY SHES RESPONSIBLE FOR THE EDS OF S2 AS WELL AND ALL I CAN SAY IS. S2E7. REALLY? THIS IS Y O U R FAULT?? well now you're responsible for 2 anime I've cried at. good job

[tonberry-yoda]

🌈

Here!

Your daily quiziz are here! (Op)

Find your favorite scene of each straw hat and list them together from least to most liked

Who’s backstory have you cried most on?

If you could kill off a character/villain which would it be?

List your favorite straw hat from least to most

That’s it for today!

OH HECK YEAH I LOVE THESE!!!

Find your favorite scene of each straw hat and list them together from least to most liked

Okay, I'm actually just gonna pick a couple of my favorites and just tell you. I love the scene where Franky joined the crew because it made me laugh really hard I also love the episode after Brook joins the crew and doesn't feel like he belongs and then Robin reassures him that he does And uhhhhh, it's hard for me to think off the top of my head LMFAO but uhhh I love when Usopp joins the crew again after Enies Lobby, it literally is so sweet and I just love it

Who’s backstory have you cried most on?

B R O O K. That backstory has brought me to tears more times then I would like to admit

If you could kill off a character/villain which would it be?

Hmmmmmm. Good question...... Doflamingo because I think it would be funny

List your favorite straw hat from least to most

OH GOD WHYYYY okay fine 1.) Usopp 2.) Chopper 3.) Franky 4.) Brook 5.) Sanji 6.) Robin 7.) Luffy 7.) Zoro 8.) Nami which means that they're all tied as my favorite

thanks so much again! I love doing these so so much <3 Have a super day darling and stay hydrated!! <3

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Awww no Lim I'm so sorry :(((

That sucks honey <33

Oh GOSH okay good job Dom xd

Uh oh

Ohhh no that's not gonna be good

OUAGH OH GOSH YEAH O.O

Agh okay okay

Oof Jared's like the only guy in there 😬

Yesh that sucks :((

A

AOUAAGAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE F R I C K WAS THAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

OKAY N O W I'M CRYING MY GOSH 😭😭😭

Tears aren't even out yet but I'm sobbing xdd

SHAUNNNNN and he said it 😭😭😭💔

Aww honey :((

Honey 😭

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH BACK TO THE FUNERAL

Honeyyyy 😭😭😭💔💔💔

I'm glad Lea's there with him :')) 😭❤️❤️

His first words of the episode and they're thank you😭😭😭 aww honey <333 💔💔🥺😭

Honeyyy 😭😭💔❤️

I think he needs to sit for a while Lea :'((

Go later though Jerome <333

Or another day

You shouldn't be alone that much :'(( <3

Honey 😭😭😭

Definitely during now xddd

Not too much tears wise but I am

Okay Shaun come on come on

Alright chill no need to do that xd

Not the time to argue about it guys 😭

SHAUN DON'T SAY THST 😭😭😭💔❤️

Okay sure that works Glassman thank you

Oh gosh

Ohh gosh

Okay yep crying again 😭😭

THANK YOU FOR TELLING HIM SIR THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭💔💔❤️

Nooo honey 😭😭😭❤️ DD': I'm so sorry honey :'((

HONEYYYYY MY LOVELIE I'M SO SORRY

FREAKING SOBBING RIGHT NOW SO LITERALLY

AAAAAAUAGHHHHHHHH HIS FAMILY TOOK HIS BODY TO NEW YORK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺❤️❤️

ON THE ONE HAND I'M HAPPY THEY TOOK HIS BODY ON THE OTHER HAND JEROMEEEE 😭😭😭💔💔💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

Honeyy I am so so sorry :'((

Yeah that sounds good <333

The hospital's not a good choice right now though xdd

Oh my freaking gosh 😭😭😭💔

Guys so this is something I'll never get over it xd

I haven't cried this much over a TV show in a. . . Long time. The last time I even remember was Fitz's death and that was only for like two minutes xdd

Oh gosh xd 😭

Jordan honey :((

Maybe not the time to talk about it though

He has a point :'((

Exactly your pain is so valid <333 but the anger is not doing anything for you right now

It's just hurting him

You can't control them lovely :'(((

Oh no DD':

Sir I'm so sorry :'((

Ohh noo Lim 😭😭😭

The ringing is back guys :'((((

Limmm 😭😭

Uh oh D:

Okay sir but it can wait I'm sorry :(

OPE Lim not this again D:

Honeyy :'((

Slay Glassman :')) I like that you can work with Charlie <33

Yeah it really does suck honey :((( I'm sorry <33 😭😭

Ope o.o

I mean if there's no one else?

Is he gonna bring Charlie?

Okay he's got it

Best of luck Glassman 😬🥺

[tn4na]

16012023 from my laptop the fact that i type from my laptop means that i could probably also just open my journal. but i really do get to write more this way. i suppose prioritizing is not a bad thing. today, i saw my cousins for maybe? the last time this visit? it was very nice to see them. one of them, i only got to see today. but it was a very nice day. it was very nice to see them—made me happy. today has been quite long! woke up, took an hour to really fully wake up. i think i’m gonna wake up earlier for whatever time i have left here. but anyways, i had crises, in my head. cried. was worried about urop things (silly thing to be worried about, because i can stop, whenever i want). felt stressed about spending my dad’s money (he told me that’s silly as well, i’m blessed). felt like this spring, i might be doing too little, or too much. but really, i just have to go with the flow. i have a hard time doing just what i feel like. a lot of times i also shouldn’t do just what i feel like because sometimes that’s rotting in bed while it would really make me feel a lot better to get up and do something. talked to f about all the things i want to explore in the spring, and iap. i think my theme for 2023 is play. to approach things curious, wanting to learn more. really, i just want to try my best. a year of play is a year for process, because that’s where most of the play takes place. this iap, i’ll go to the rink, because i need to move my body, and i made a commitment. i’ll also go to the building 4 practice pianos. asked j for a recommendation for what i should learn next, and he recommended me the polonaise by chopin that people call adieu (op posthumous). i’m excited to learn it. it’s something i’ve heard before for sure, but it’s not like liebestraum, or clair de lune, or these other even more famous pieces. even though this one is famous as well. i think i have a better time learning things that not literally everyone around me knows. it takes a little pressure off, and i feel like i’ll be able to play around with it a lot and come up with an interpretation of it that feels good to me. of course, i don’t actually know how far i’ll go with it, but i’ll try my best. at least for iap. anyways, those are my two independent projects, though i may also ask r or j for help with piano. other independent projects might include knitting a balaclava, or drawing, or just listening to music and observing the world. observing the world is a forever ongoing independent project. as for non independent projects, maybe i’ll learn to paint. i think that would be quite fun. told f that i had been thinking about light, and maybe that i was also thinking about ceramics and painting. but that i’m really resistant to starting things on my own, especially when things require me to buy things. f offered his paints that he bought recently, and also to teach me. since i am not alone in this, i think it may actually go somewhere. that might be another big thing for iap. also, since my dad told me to worry less about money, if there are any art classes that require money, i’ll just spend it. i’m looking forward to these things! scared, in a way. but i’m always doing things that make me scared. maybe not really, but in general, i am able to do things that make me scared. i consider this a positive thing. tomorrow, i’m gonna wake up early so maybe i can go out to lunch with my family. in the afternoon, i have an interview for an internship at the film fest in armenia. i’m not really nervous, but i do wonder if they’ll really think i’m suited for the position. i’ll just write down here all the reasons i want to go:

(i get too distracted on my laptop but anyways) i want to do something different freshman summer, because in the future i’ll be doing more work things. i want to go somewhere to challenge myself in a field that is different than what i may work in in the future, because it will still be relevant to my life.

armenia: in a beautiful region of the world i don’t know much about.

i want to learn more about what makes people. what drives people. lightness and darkness, good and bad, what people think, what people feel. the people i know just in the us and thailand are so different already. and i’ve learned so much just from what’s around me. i think i could learn a lot by being in a region that i’m completely unfamiliar with. i specifically want to learn more about the arts in that area, and the types of things that connect to armenian people. while a lot about everyone is the same, culture matters. where you are matters. i just want to learn

i think that having this general understanding of people allows me to approach the world in a better way. i want to make a clearer picture of how i want to spend my days.

i’ve written for my school newspaper before, and i have an interest in the arts. i’m a hard worker! [examples] and i will be able to live up to the tasks they give me

i think i am setting myself to be very lonely, and i am setting myself up to have to make new friends. i wonder how. i do wonder why i want to put myself through more pain. i think it’s out of fear.

i’m gonna try my best not to think too hard about these things. it’s a year of play. but even being free feels so unnatural to me. it’s like that passage from 1q84—it’s so hard to learn to be anything else. like i would shatter if i relaxed. but it’s okay. i’m working on it. i realized, when i texted j (not all these letters are the same person please remember) that when i go back to boston, i probably won’t see as much of the sky. i’m gonna make an effort to keep looking up.

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. i literally do not get how LO fans HATE PJO when the whole point of the first book was calling out the preconceived notion hades must be the bad guy and instead showing hes actually fine and later hes actually one of the best parents in the whole series?? like is it only because hxp isnt perfect in it and he slept around to have bianca and nico? because its legit myth canon persephone had a boytoy in adonis and minthe was hades' mistress while married so?? idk i think they should love it :/

2. if another writer wanted to create their own retelling of hellenic mythology, what would be some ways to connect with people actually practicing hellenism so as to not make the same mistakes as rachel ? i’m asking because i’ve seen people like that frequenting this blog at times.

3. i honestly hate LOs random injects of comedy, especially during what should be serious moments. how are we supposed to feel the gravity of the situation, the tension, the fear, the anger, etc when itll immediately be undercut by some quippy one liner? it feels like RS saw how "funny" people thought mcu movies were and thought "i can do that too!". i get its not as "lighthearted" as she wants, but she cant try to be a "deep social commentary" when she cant let any of it be taken seriously.

4. WHAT. DID RACHEL JUST. COMPLETELY REWRITE THE ASCLEPIUS MYTH TO DRAG APOLLO??? I AM SCREECHING

5. Your discord must have a lot of anti-lo art, are there members with a tumblr account? If so, would you tell us?

From OP: There are a good number of people with tumblrs there but I’m not going to share any yet. The last time I shared accounts of people I was associated with or just enjoyed, they got harassed. I will ask if I could share some of their accounts though.

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6. FP spoiler 189: How could you do my girl, Eris, so bad like that Smythe? Good lord her design is atrocious, and wouldn’t it be better if she was the daughter of Nyx and Erebus given her design? How tf did Zeus and Hera have a child with wings?? Eris, honey, I’m so sorry you’ve been done so dirty, you deserve better than being a bald version of Hera

7. FP spoiler Episode 189: Oof, I have a lot to say about Eris.

First of all: Why is her design so freaking ugly? She looks like an apple with some limbs and wings. This is such an uncreative way to hint at her mythos. (Get it? She has an apple-head because she used an apple to cause chaos once, isn't that clever???)

Second, why is she here??? Legit, why did we need to bring her into the story??? Why did we need yet another plot-twist??? How much longer are we going to drag this trial out???? What, is Kronos going to take the stand next???

Third of all, why exactly is everyone so intimidated by her? She doesn't seem that strong and the only thing she's done so far is glare at people and demand everyone say what she wants them to say like a spoiled brat. Hades says they're afraid she'll air out the gods' dirty laundry, but it looks like she's doing that right now, even when they try and appease her? If you're so scared of her running her mouth, why not gag her or something and lock her away in Tartarus? You did it to Kronos and he's a freaking titan, you cannot tell me locking this snot-nosed apple-bird up would be more difficult.

Fouthly, are we seriously gonna blame Eris for Persephone's AOW now? Rachel noooo, the AOW is the only thing that made this version of Persephone interesting, don't take it away from her and make it another woman's fault!

Side note: Demeter being allowed to go off on dirtbag Zeus and his brothers was the only good thing in this chapter. In fact, Demeter was the only good thing about this chapter. She deserves so much better.

From OP: So true, Demeter! Plus, imagine having the potential to be queen of the mortal realm but couldn’t because Hades wanted the volcanoes?

8. FP SPOILERS

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PLEASE SDKWJBWBSBZKWNWS CHAPTER 189 IS SO FUNNY ERIS LOOKS LIKE GOD-DAMNED CHICKEN I CRIED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW HER HHSJWJQBWJQJQHHQ

Rachel never disappoints with her designs they're so hilarious

From OP: B A L D

9. Fp/ SERIOUSLY?! P just has to be perfect now even the aow is not her fault. Flawless uwu self insert. She owns nothing now, not even her body or feelings. Eris is much better fitted for dreadful queen. P has no agency on her own... She does nothing by herself of course she is queen perfect you can't have faults if you don't do bad abd you don't do bad things if you don't do anything at all....

From OP: No because this made me mad. I knew the feeling was going to be blamed but I didn’t expect a whole ass goddess to be behind it.

10. Fast Pass Mention //

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.Oh wow turns out that Persephone is so perfect and special that she's been blessed with beauty twice and that's why she's so beautiful and every single male character loves her and wants her

From OP: That part made me cringe. Like bro, we get it. She’s beautiful. You don’t have to justify everyone simping for her by saying she got double blessed with beauty.

[romanceyourdemons]

my book, retold through reddit posts: 

r/AmItheAsshole

u/throw2550192 3h

AITA for reminding my friend about their job?

My best friend (733NB) “Music” and I (742M) have been friends since we were like 200 years old, so I would say we’re pretty close. “Music” was recently sent on a fairly important trip for work, and, because I have a lot more experience than them in this kind of job, I ended up tagging along to support them and help out where I could. I love my friend, but they only really care about tasks that they want to do, so maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when they got sidetracked. They found this kid (9NB), “Lizard,” in a bad situation, and now “Music” feels responsible for them. I’ve been trying to remind “Music” that we have more important things to worry about than some abandoned kid who’s not going to help us finish our job and is probably dangerous anyway, but “Music” just keeps on ignoring me, which they never used to do before. Some of our friends are telling me I’m taking this too far, but I don’t think I am. I don’t like seeing my friend risking a great opportunity like this. AITA?

Edit: I don’t know why you people think I’m jealous. I’m not. I just want what’s best for my friend.

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r/relationship_advice

u/lesbian_ghostbuster 51m

i want to make a move with my crush, but i don’t know how

i recently met this girl, and i have such a bad crush on her. she’s strong, funny, adorable, the whole package. but the thing is, we’re on a road trip, the two of us and three mutual friends, so she and i are hardly ever actually alone, and she hardly ever talks just to me. once the trip is over, she’ll go her way and i’ll go mine, and that’s just how it is, and i’ve cried in at least three gas station bathrooms because of it. we’re three feet apart most of the day and i feel like she’s farther away as the moon. i know i could just call her after the road trip, but what would i say? we had maybe four conversations alone and i decided i love you? i don’t know. any advice would be appreciated

AllDueRespectToFurries 43m

Believe it or not, I’m in the same situation. I would definitely tell her something in person. Don’t rush it, but let her know you enjoy her company and want to develop your relationship with her after the trip is over. We’re stopping at a park for lunch today and I’m thinking about pulling her aside then. Maybe you could try something similar?

lesbian_ghostbuster OP 38m

lmao we’re having lunch in a park today too. i’ll try that, thanks!

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r/confessions

u/zitherconceptalbum 24m

I’m not a good person, and I’m not sure I ever was

What it says in the title. I feel like I’m spiraling. My whole life I’ve tried to be a helpful/useful person, but some things happened recently, and I found out that I’m not. I’m a sore loser and I’m manipulative and the worst part is I enjoy it. I’m trying so hard to be a good person for my friends, but the knowledge that deep down I’m really not eats at me. I’m afraid they all can tell. I’m afraid I’ll hurt them by mistake. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying to make things right, but really the thing that’s wrong is me.

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r/NoStupidQuestions

u/FishtheDragon 11m

how do you eat fruit?

do you need to cook it first? i think i’m doing it wrong

zitherconceptalbum 5m

what kinds of fruit?

FishtheDragon OP 3m

the orange ones and the green ones

[wearequeer-andwearehere]

so i am somehow questioning my gender AND my sexuality at the same time and have no clue what's going on because like

i am afab, and i am attracted to men, and i am pretty sure i am not in any way attracted to women but at the same time i just.... Feel Gay??? for no reason???? like it's not in a way where i look at a woman and go "damn i am gay" but idk just Feel Gay, so i thought that maybe i am a trans man, because it would make sense for me to be a gay trans man and if i look back i guess i can find a plethora of childhood signs and i am pretty sure i have dysphoria as well???

but at the same time i feel like i am just somehow unqualified (?) to be trans??? like i don't even know why but it's a mix of "it might be good for other people but it'll just make me miserable sooner or later" and "i am probably too old to figure this out anyway i didn't notice shit before 15" and it's like i WISH i was a gay trans man but at the same time i feel like i can't be and that it would be Wrong of me to do that and the only way for me to be is to be a cis woman who likes women and that i am a lesbian in denial or at least that's what my brain keeps telling me????

yea so in short i wish i was a gay dude, but at the same time i feel guilty and low-key scared at the very thought of being one and am somehow convinced that i'll never find happiness if i do that and just am very confused tbh :(

Gonna be honest here anon, it really is very likely you’re a gay trans guy.

Feeling that your attraction to the other binary gender of your AGAB is gay is a common sign of being trans! Not very cisgender of you my friend!

here’s a link talking about aspects of gender dysphoria for questioning people, as well as accounts from trans people of what dysphoria feels like! Also, you don’t need dysphoria to be trans, so even if you don’t have dysphoria that’s cool, you can still be trans!

Also if you haven’t already I would suggest the r/egg_irl subreddit. It might help you figure some stuff out.

You are qualified to be trans. Lots of people don’t realise they’re trans until they’re older, you are 100% valid. 

And as a trans person I can tell you, yeah, being trans is hard sometimes. And confronting that you might be trans is scary too. I’ve cried myself to sleep because of dysphoria and transphobia makes me scared sometimes, really, really fucking scared. But let me tell you one thing: being trans is beautiful. To create yourself. To exist in defiance of what the world expects you to be. To find happiness in self creation. Here’s a quote about trans ness I’ve always loved:

And...here’s one picture that helped me through hard times.

It’s a group of trans men in the late 1900s. And it’s always helped me through hard times because I know that no matter what I am not alone. And I want you to know that you are not alone, that there are and always have been people like you throughout history and you are not the only one. You have a whole community that will love and support you no matter what. We will fight for you and you are welcome here.

Wishing you were a gay trans guy is a sign of being a gay trans guy. If you wish you were a gender/sexuality that’s a sign you are that, but because of the way society paints gayness and transness as misery and something you’ve “always known” it seems impossible, but you can be a gay trans guy. You are allowed, I promise you.

It is not wrong of you to be a gay trans guy, being a gay trans guy is wonderful and beautiful and it is right. It is not wrong and never had been, it’s wonderful. 

There are a lot of gay trans guys who think for some time they’re cis lesbians and vice versa—here’s a post on why that happens. Sadly OP is anti MOGAI and an exclu which sucks, but I couldn’t find any other posts on it.

You can find happiness, I promise you, for you are so very loved. I love you. The trans community loves you. You will find a man who will love you for the man you are. I know it seems hard but remember that you are loved. You can be gay and you can be trans. Ily.

[saessenach]

Hi! For the ask thing, top 5 missmungoe's fics and top 5 One Piece villains?

Love your art!

Hi, nonnie!!

I'm afraid it's been a minute since I've been up to date with One Piece, so both questions will be more or less based around @missmungoe and her incredible, swashbuckling Odyssey-retelling (although let's be real, Odysseus could never) honest-to-god multi-verse Shanties 😊

Top 5 OP Villains

1. Blackbeard (love him, love the parallels to Luffy and Shanks, love his ominous intro and the way he's thematically relevant to a T)

2. Akainu (love to hate him, he is terrible, I hope he gets w r e c k e d, and that whoever takes him down has a marvellous time while at it)

3. That one guy from Film Gold bc he was hella compelling and he had style, but I forget his name. He was extra gaudy and that wins points from me

4. Gold Lion Shiki (I think??? From Strong World, because the last few films have been really good - worldbuilding-wise and narratively speaking, and it's been fun to dip my toes back into the story without having to tackle several hundred chapters)

5. TBH I've only rewatched properly up until Arabasta, so the villains I have Opinions on are Arlong, Croc, Captain Kuro and mayyyybe Rob Lucci and his gang, but I have no idea what's happened with them since, if they've gotten their own arcs like Buggy, or whether we're friends with them or not, so I'll leave it at that.

(An honorary mention to the slavemonger Celestial Dragon from the latest chapter of Mnemosyne, because he was awful, incredibly well-written and made me want to hurl my phone against the wall)

(So now onto the fun part)

Top 5 missmungoe fics

1. Heed the Siren's Call and Sailor's Folly (technically cheating as they are separate stories, yes, but when I reread one, I also immediately reread the other, so imo, it's only fair. Siren was a favourite I first read years ago on ff.net while it was being written, and which I happened across again in 2017 on ao3, and it's never been the same!! When I say it's life-changing literature, I mean it, because how many stories can claim to grow up and change right alongside you? I just have a lot of love for it, and I am this 🤏 close to taking a bookbinding class and having my way with it)

2. Penelope (the amount of times I've read and reread this is truly embarrassing, and that number has more digits than I care to admit - but I am a sucker for weddings which tell tradition to f right off, tiny brides giving voice to their anger at the world and bridegrooms smitten straight out of their ugly ass sandals. This is my comfort read.)

3. Mnemosyne (is the herculean, show-stopping, incredible slow-burn of my dreams and just - wow, it literally takes Oda's worldbuilding and makes it immeasurably richer and better. If for nothing else, then read it for Hancock and her friendship to Makino, for the INTRICACY given to the Amazons, for the way it breathes life into every single place the cast visits, and ties in over-arching themes from canon with details so fucking brilliant, you just sort of stare dumbly at your screen because of course they should be there. There are so many different POVs, and so many intersecting threads that make up this huge-ass tapestry I am continuously in awe of, because it's not just the HEART-ACHE INDUCING marvel of a love story, it's the Red-Hair crew's shenanigans, and the Straw-Hats' incapacity to stay put, it's Rowan's adventure, it's Hancock and her people getting the quality writing they DESERVE, it's the ASL reunion which made me cry, and a found family which spans oceans and realms of existence and everything in-between)

4. Andromeda Unbound (the SWASHBUCKLING UNDERCOVER EXTRAVAGANZA! The one where everyone and their mother separately shows up to crash Shanks' execution, complete with narrow misses, over-the-top banquets, Leverage heist music and so many good reunions. A big, fat and incredibly Extra(tm) middle-finger to propriety and saintly lawful systems, and just, so much fun to read)

5. Time for the ties lol - I still can't believe the Unspeakable 30 year fic and the subsequent AU in which Shanks crashes Makino's wedding are a thing, but I just love that miniseries a lot. Somewhere on this spot are also Moon and Her Maiden (for being ridiculously atmospheric), Bind me to the Tide (uhh, the coolest and also most painful soulmate AU for them, with Makino being very much against her intended, Shanks dealing with period cramps from Hell and just overall being Very Good for my Heart) and, of course Peony and Silver (ROGER. Shakky sweeping Rayleigh off his feet. ROGER. More over-arching themes, as usual. Have I mentioned, perhaps, ROGER? Just to be safe.)

Oh, and an honourable mention for Charybdis as it single-handedly (😌) dragged me out of the biggest art-block I've ever had, and I've rarely cried this much when reading fic.

Hope these answers are satisfying, nonnie!! Thank you for the lovely compliment, and for giving me an opportunity to gush about one of my favourite series ♡

[hyphypmic]

Samatoki/Ramuda/Ichiro React to Pick-up Lines

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Samatoki

Samatoki didn’t know how to respond the moment the pickup line left your lips. He smiled at first, then tried to suppress it, but then he failed. It looked more like a grimace if anything. He was trying so hard to keep his hard facade, but honestly he was one song away from humming the tune and one inch away from wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You okay?” You asked cautiously. “Did you pull something?”

“Um.” He looked at you. “Haha.” He managed. “What was that?” He felt his cheeks heat up but did his best to ignore it, even though it kept growing.

The two of you were seated on the couch in the warehouse, watching a movie when you simply said: “You’d make a great troy bolton. And I’d be your Gabriella.” (Yes, you convinced Samatoki to watch High School Musical with you. It involved a bet of some sort and you won it.)

“It was a compliment!” You blushed, turning back to the screen.

“Y/N.” He said and you looked at him, and you were shocked by the unreadable expression he had on his face.

“I—.” He made a motion with his hand, but aborted it. “I…” Samatoki really had no idea what to say.

You blushed, and realized you were looking into his eyes for too long. “Movie’s great.”

“Not as great as you though.” Samatoki muttered. Then his eyes widened when he realized what he said. “I mean…” He tensed up. “You… well… you are, great.” He looked down and sunk deeper into his hoodie.

“What?”

“Fuck you.” He said louder, the blush apparent on his cheekbones. “Go back to watching, idiot.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself. “I’m glad we’re watching this together.”

Samatoki scooted closer, tension fading from his shoulders. “I am too.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

“Well I like you too!”

Then it just

You know

Everything breaks and he’s like a soft mess

Or he goes like: well what was that? stupid?

Then you get hurt then he goes like: gah no I like you you fucking IDIOT!”

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Ichiro

Ichiro stood there soaking wet, him falling for the simple bucket on the doorframe prank. He was smiling at you and laughing, admitting that you got him.

However, the prank backfired on you because Ichiro naturally had to be wearing the thin white t-shirt. And naturally his abs had to stand out. You started blushing furiously.

And of course Ichiro noticed this. He smiled at you. “Do you want a hug?”

You weren’t exactly dating him, but you weren’t exactly not dating him. It was weird, but there was definitely something in between you two. The fact that you stared at Ichiro’s abs is definitely a sign that you didn’t just see him as a friend.

“No!” You backed up, picking up the bucket. “Don’t you dare—“

“Come here!”

“No!” You screamed and you started running away from him. The apartment was small, but the two of you managed to obstacle race around it. Ichiro even went as far as to do flips in between the love seat and the couches. The most you could do was jump haphazardly.

The two of you were laughing, eventually ending up in the bedroom, you jumping on the bed and standing, Ichiro doing the same.

You brandished your bucket. “You can’t get me, Ichiro!”

He smiled. “Try me!” And quicker than you could react, he grabbed your bucket and pulled it away from you.

“Nononono!” You managed right before Ichiro crashed into you and tackled you on the bed, giving you the biggest, wettest hug. “Get off me!!!” Ichiro started tickling you and you cried out. “St-o-o-o-op!!!” You said in between laughs, Ichiro only laughing in response.

You managed to roll the two of you over and pinned him on the bed. He laughed, but then the two of you quickly realized in what position the two of you were in.

The laughs quickly died into silence, and Ichiro reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. “Gotcha.” He said softly.

“Got me.” You replied, a soft smile on your face.

OTHER REACTIONS

Tbh I honestly think this is perfect for Ichiro haHAHAHA

But I feel like he’d be the type to confess his feelings properly and make you smile while he says it

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Ramuda

Ramuda wasn’t expecting a pickup line from you, however, he knew just how to respond to it. Ramuda immediately hugged you. “Oh! You cutie.”

Your eyes widened. “I—“

Ramuda laughed and held your hand. “Your shirt is indeed made up of partner material.” He then kissed your hand. “How did you know?”

There was this thing between you two, but only now was Ramuda taking seriously… or maybe he was playing with you.

Ramuda smiled and giggled. “I like you!” He said and hugged you again. “Wanna get some ice cream? Though I’m sure it won’t taste as good as you!”

“I—“ “You’re definitely the dessert to make me finish my meal.”

“I—“ Ramuda pulled you along, rattling off pickup lines like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh.” He paused. “I forgot where the ice cream place is. I’m lost.” He looked at you with big eyes. “Can you show me the way to your heart?”

“R-Ramuda!” You managed, blushing furiously, though enjoying him holding your hand.

Ramuda laughed. “Let’s go! I’ll feed you something creamy!”

“RAMUDA!”

He only smiled at you and continued to pull you, as if starting on an adventure.

OTHER REACTIONS:

Doesn’t respond and just takes you somewhere

Is the type to go like: aren’t we a thing?

Or he claps back immediately and makes it super smooth because its ramada

And he’s having so much fun with you and stuff


—

Saburo

Saburo blushed and his mind went blank. For all his intelligence, he couldn’t come up with a retort. “I—“ He blushed even harder. “I— thank you.” He paused. “Um…”

You didn’t think about what you were saying at the time, the “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” just popped out. You were blushing as hard, if not harder, than Saburo.

“I…” Saburo put his hands in his pockets. “Are you from Tennessee?” He mumbled

You were taken aback. “What? No, I’m from Japan—“

“Because you’re the only ten I see!” Saburo blurted out.

The two of you both stared at each other, neither of you processing anything.

“I’m sorry!” Saburo put his hands in front of him. “Don’t hurt me!!!”

“Why will I hurt you?” Your eyes widened.

“My pickup line is so bad!!!” Saburo exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”

“Mine is bad as well!!!”

The two of you stood there awkwardly, but you noticed Saburo’s eyes get wider and you started laughing. “You’re so cute!” You managed and you fell to your knees laughing. The whole exchange was so dumb you could barely take it.

Saburo watched you with a surprised expression, his face red, only to get an even louder laugh from you. It wasn’t long though until Saburo started laughing as well. The way you were rolling around on the floor was too much for him. He lay down beside you on the floor, ignoring the stares from everyone else. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the laughter faded and you were sitting back to back to each other. Your hand found Saburo’s and held it. “I like laughing with you, Saburo.”

Saburo giggled and squeezed your hand. “I like laughing with you too, Y/N.”

OTHER REACTIONS:

It’s a permanent 404 error

Instead he just goes like: I like you too

And it just evolves into a cute baby confession and it’s wonderful

—

+BONUS Samatoki: surprise confessions

“I like you!”

Samatoki stopped rapping and the speakers just disappeared. He then walked towards you. “The fuck did you say?” He shouted from where he was.

“I said I like you, you dumb fuck! That’s why my attacks are so fucking weak towards you!” You yelled, putting a hand to your chest. “You and your stupid fucking hair and your stupid eyes and your eyebrows and your fucking CHEST FUCKING BUTTON IT UP!” You knew you were rambling but he was walking towards you and at this point there was no point stopping your confession.

He looked like he was going to punch you, with his fists balled like that.

“What are you gonna do about it huh?” You shouted at him, your rival turned crush. “What? Wanna kick my ass personally?” You didn’t care if the two of you were from separate divisions and would occasionally fight, you liked him and that was that.

Samatoki stopped right in front of you. He growled. “Say it again.”

You stepped closer so you were mere inches from his face, your emotions and adrenaline high from the battle the two of you just had. “I. Fucking. Like. You.”

The air was silent for a beat. “What?” You furrowed your brows and balled your fists. “The fuck are you gonna do?”

He then grabbed your shirt and pulled you in closer. “What I’m supposed to do.” He said lowly and kissed you.

You weren’t expecting that and you instantly melted into it. He pulled away after a few seconds. “I fucking like you too, dumbass.”

You kissed him again and you couldn’t imagine a better way to end the day.

[goodomens-goodomenseverywhere]

BIG FUCKIN LOKI EP 5 THOUGHTS (spoilers ahead…obviously)

-big smoke babey???

-Sylvie's curly hair 🥺🥺🥺

-judge renslayer I don’t fuckin trust you one goddamn bit

-WHY WOULD SHE FICKING TRUST YOU FUCK YOU

-alligator Loki is everything to me

-"All I know is I got pruned and I woke up here, and now I’m surrounded by variants of myself, plus an alligator, which I’m heartbroken to report I didn’t even find all that strange” I LOVE YOUFJENDK

- I am in love with alligator loki

-buff Loki sarcastic ALSO HOLY SHIT???? KID LOKI FUCKIN KILLED THOR?? KESUS FUCKING CHRIST

-TINY THORNSCJSKDJ

-”why do you want to return to the TVA”

“Did you leave your glorious purpose there?” JFKSKFKD GOT EM

-tHEY JUST CONVENIENTLY HAVE A VOID SOACECRAFT LYING AROUND OKAY BITCH GOOD FUCKIN TIMING RAVONNA

-fuckin called it bitch

-"do you have any good memories?” Fuck you ravonna

-HOLY SHIT SHE PRUNED HERSELF

-marvel if you pull this selfcest bs when Loki and Sylvia reunite I’ll go rabid

-HAPPY GIGGLE ALLOGATOR LOKI IN POOL

-AALOGATOR LOKI ATE THE BEIGHBORS CATDKSJCKSJ

-classic Loki is the only smart bitch

-so….Loki’s timeline continues? HE SIRVIVES AFTER INFINITY WAR???

-Loki:*rousing speech*

The other Lokis: no ❤️

-okay so what’s the beef between these Loki groups

-THAT WAS FUCKIN COOL WHATD SHE DO

-is it mobius

-pls tell me it’s mobius

-ITS MOVIUS ITS MOBIUS ITS MOBIUS IM GONNA CRY ITS MY BOY

-I’m crying real tears i haven’t felt this much serotonin since I watched Save The Cat from shera s5 I had to stand up and walk around my house but I can’t DO THAT BECAUSE ITS 3 am

-I walked around my room I had to pause for a bit

-moving on

-“you should be careful just jumping into a strangers car like that” I LOVE YOU YOU FUCKIN BASTARD

-“watch out!”

“I see it I see it”

“Really because you’re driving RIGHT towards it”

“God you really are one of you”

-THE MONIUS/SYLVIE INTERACTION IVE BEEN CRAVING

-loki veing super fucking done with his own variants is SO FUNNY

-TBEY JUST KEEP BACKSTABBING WACH TOHERRKDIFJSJ

-"WHY RHE HELL IS THERE AN ALLIGATOR IN HERE"

"HES A LOKI"

-HE BIT OFD HIS FUCKING HANDKFODKCKS

-KID LOKI HOLDING ALLIGATOR LOKI LIKE A BABYYYYY

-our Loki trying ro sneak out of the Loki brawl

-"and whenever one of us dares to fix ourselves they send us here to die" cries?? Ur so little

-sylvie I love u but girl

-"cmon Mobius let's just drive into the thing that EATS MATTER"

-"just bc its not complicated dossnt mwan it's bad"

"doesn't mean it's good"

-THE ALLIHATIE IS PRAYINGDJCKSJD

-did the tva ORUNE THE SHIO???

-better yet did they ARRESTTHE SHIP??

-many questions

-REUNION EEUNION LOKIUS REUNION

-IM GONNA CRY

-I LOVW RHEM

-CRIWS

-"US AS AN ALLIGATOE"

-ALL QUESTIONING THEIR PLANSJCISJFKS

-sylvje being like "oh my God THAY was your plan"

-mobius I love you

-I wanted a better ruinion marvel I better get SOMETHINF

-UR TELLING ME LOKI ALMOST CRIED WHEN MOBIUS WAS ORUNED AND HE JUST GIVES HIM A HALF ASSED 'MOBIUS!' WHEN HE SEES HIM AGAIN??? OKAY

-ravonna what r u up to

-B-15 NOOO

-I want more b-15 content

-also she's hot

-ur telling me Mobius read about literally everything Loki related and doesn't remember the ALIGATOR???

-I am loving the Lokis and Mobius interactions

-questioning alligator Loki on whether or not he's Loki

-"HE CARWS ABOUT YOU" LOKIUS??

-pls dont

-pls dont share the blanket

-okay cool no selfcest

-pls

-this is awkwaed

-FRIENDS FRIENDS FRIENDS

-God pls just admit you're friends

-theyre sharing the blanket OK fine

-judging his blanket conjuring skills I see

-i am actually appreciating the friendly nudges I do want them to be close

-nebermind I take it back

-THE DAEK ASTERRRRR

-HEY BITCH

-sylvie I believe in you

-loki you stupid bitch

-WE'RE SPLIRTING UP LOKI AND MOBIUS AGAIN?? HOMOPHOBES

-im mad

-I better see more of them I STG ILL GO FERAL

-HUG HUG HUG

-THEY HUGGED I'M GONNA CRY BUT STILL

-HE CALLED MOBIUS 'MY FRIEND' GOODBYE

-I LOVE THEM

-sob

-stilk mad abour them splitting up

-alioth is baby right? Can we all agree?

-loki if u sacrficie yourself

-bitch

-OMG AZIRAPHALE MOMENT

-FLAMINH SWORD???

-hot

-SO FUCKING TRUE CLASSIC LOKI LOVE U BITCH

-HW JUST CREATED AN ENTIRE ASGADD ILLUSION

-LOKI I BELIEVE IN U

-NOOOO DONR EAT CLASSIC LOKI

-OH HES HELPING??

-ope

-nvm

-GOT EM

-FUCK YEAAHHHHY

-K so what's all this then

[millers-planet]

Concern - Obi-Wan x F!Reader

Storyline/ Prompt: we accept the love we think we deserve. (fic inspired loosely by that quote from perks of being a wallflower)

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of abusive relationships, SAPPY

POV: Obi-Wan’s

Word Count: ~2600

I only saw her once every so often, usually when she was with Padmé, who was always with Anakin. She was never happy when she was with the senator, always crying or fixing herself up, I could only assume how she got them. She had the wrinkles of what use to be a happy person, with defined smile lines around her mouth and less-obvious forehead crinkles. However, I’ve never seen the infamous smile that must’ve caused these indents.

I picked up on her name only once, when Anakin was saying goodbye to the two ladies, “bye Padmé, Y/N.” From the second I heard her voice, I couldn’t stop thinking about what other things there was to know about her. Has she ever left Coruscant? What did she do for a living? How did she meet Padmé? Why was she always hiding bruises? I regretted every missed opportunity and chance I had to ask her these questions. She was a forbidden book, only because I knew she’d lead me down a road I couldn’t follow, not without breaking the rules I’ve sworn myself to.

These bruises haunted the echos of my thoughts. Poorly blended makeup over dark discoloration wasn’t hard to miss, especially when she was constantly trying to keep her hand on it. It wasn’t often that I saw her, but when I did, these were always a continuous look on her. I never understand why people treat precious material, precious literature that must have hundreds of stories to tell, so poorly.

While she is that locked book, this never stopped me from having small and meaningless conversation. There was one incident where she seemed happy, giving me an opening to meet her formally on a positive note. “Anakin, who’s this?” I looked at her briefly and smiled, sticking my hand out.

When she flinched at my arm moving toward her, I had to plaster a pokerface to prevent me from dropping to a concerned look. “This is Y/N, Padmé met her through the senate,” Anakin looked to her with a face that said ‘you can trust him’ which made her release a bit of tension. “Y/N, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi, he’s my Master.”

“Obi-Wan? That sounds familiar..” she eventually shook my hand and smiled as her face lit up with the answer, “General Kenobi!” She had a contagious laugh that came out gently and warm, I was finally able to see the infamous smile that has caused all of those wonderful smile-lines. Y/N seemed sweet and innocent, I would’ve believed she was this kind of person if I hadn’t seen her patch herself up so many times or if I hadn’t noticed the nearly fully healed bruised on her wrist. 

Padmé interrupted me as I was about to continue the conversation, “we should get going, there’s a meeting we’re going to be late for. It was great see you Obi-Wan.” She smiled when she looked at Anakin, “by Ani.” With that, she was gone, as quickly as she appeared. 

Ever since then I tried to figure out some way to get into a senate meeting with Anakin and Padmé, with the hope of seeing Y/N again. Of course, this was delusional behavior because, realistically, she could be nothing more than a fantasy... not even that. She would be trouble for me, I know I should cut things off fully with her, but part of me remained worried about her.

I began visiting at his chambers less in the morning, meaning I’d have a lower chance of running into her. This was rough at first, not only because Anakin lectured me over how he enjoyed walking to training with me, but also because the thoughts of her only intensified. I hoped that by decreasing the exposure risk of her, it’d lower this mindless obsession, but it’s only increased with curiosity about how she was doing and if she was okay.

The one time I did walk to Anakin’s chambers in the morning, Y/N was there, so was Padmé. The door had just a sliver of it open, just enough for sound to get through and enough for me to see her. She had fresh bandages on her arms and new bruises over herself, she was frantic as she cried to Padmé, “why am I still with him?”

“You need to leave him, Y/N, there is nothing good coming from this relationship.” The senator’s voice was pleading to the other politician, trying to make her realize the truth and side with reason.

Y/N swallowed down a sob as she continued on, “he said he was done with all of.... this! I believed him, too, because he didn’t for awhile, so I thought we got past it, only it was temporary.” I saw her figure stop and sit down on some bench or couch, touching her eyes to wipe away tears. “I wish I could just walk away, but it’s so much more complicated than that.”

Padmé’s voice broke from calm to persuasive with hints of anger, “but it’s not! Y/N, it is not that complicated. Pack you stuff, come move in with me, get out of there.” Her arm draped around her friend, “I’m more worried about you than ever.” 

There was a pause in the conversation before they continued onward, Y/N’s sighed and stood up, “no, Padmé, I can’t. There is too much at risk if I leave. If I go, there could be so many rumors started about where my priorities are at or other stupid things. But, we both know what gossip can do to someone.” I saw Y/N walk out of view, then a door opened and then closed after a second, it sounded like the bathroom.

“What was that all about?” It was Anakin. “Actually, tell me later, Obi-Wan is probably here. Bye.” He opened the door and swiftly closed it behind him, pushing a loose hair out of his face before smiling, “good morning, Master. I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”

I shook my head slightly before walking toward the training hall, “no, I got here only just a moment ago.” I shouldn’t ask about what just happened, though, what if she really is in danger? It’s not like it’s any of my business, though... “Early morning company?”

“Yeah, Padmé and Y/N came over again. She is going through a bit of a rough patch with her boyfriend, that’s all. When she wants to get away, her and Padmé come over to my chambers because-” Anakin caught himself as if he was about to say something he shouldn’t. “Because they know he won’t come searching near the Jedi area.”

Ever since then, not a moment passed by when she didn’t cross my thoughts. At night, I began romanticizing the idea of rescuing her, like some hero. I stir up dreams of following her back to her place and going to it when only her “lover” was home, just to show him a lesson. I have to remember, despite all this, that my job here is only to be a peacekeeper, but the idea of taking that forward step into this seems like the right answer.

When I was making pretend-scenarios of this rescue-op, I would imagine engaging in a conversation with her after I ran into her confessing the truths of her relationship to Padmé. I would generate possible starters of how I would ask her about all of this, possible things I would say to comfort her, or just all-around things to talk to her about. Maybe, instead of convincing her to just leave her boyfriend, I could convince her to leave him for me. 

No, that’s selfish. I can’t do that just because I like the idea of her, just because she’s what occupies my thoughts most of the days. There are so many rules I’m breaking just now, without even talking to her anymore. If I was wise, I would talk about this to Master Yoda. If I was wise, I would have Anakin talk to her for me because he would have a bigger chance of making any impact, since I’m only a General she knows nothing about.

To compromise with myself, I’ll be... somewhat oblivious. I’ll forget what I’ve heard and seen, only if it doesn’t come up again. I will quit all of these meaningless thoughts and daydreaming because they are doing me no good, but if I run into her crying in Anakin’s chambers more than often, I’ll engage in those conversation that should remain solely as a fantasy. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened, three times in just a week.

It was the same conversation between Y/N and Padmé, only this time each of them was more emotional. I wasn’t able to hear anything other than, “Y/N, he is going to hurt you so bad you won’t recover, and I won’t know what to do.” This was the final straw, this has begun to spiral out of control and I need to step in, in some way.

Just at the perfect timing, Anakin came through the door. Before he could say good morning, as he usually does, I intervened. “I can’t pretend anymore that I’m blind to what’s going on between Y/N and her boyfriend. Anakin, what is happening? Why is she still with him?”

My padawan sighed as he guided us toward our usual walk, only slower. “They have been together for a few years, since they both began in the public sector of work. It wasn’t always like this, according to Padmé. They were both happy, for a long time, but ever since the trade issues began, the way she’s been treated has declined.” Anakin stopped talking and turned to face me, pulling me to the side, looking me head-on. “You can’t say anything about this, I’m technically not even supposed to know. Please, Obi-Wan, pretend this never happened.”

“Anakin, something has to be done, there has to be something we can do for her.” My voice was pleading, when I realized how concerned I sounded, I noticed how suspicious it was, as well, for me to be so concerned for a politician. “You know that if I could, I would leave this alone, but the conversations between Padmé and Y/N in the mornings have progressed so much. They’ve turned from conversations of advice to conversations of begging for reason,” my voice was firm and less emotional, making me seem more serious, hopefully.

He sighed and looked around, considering a response. “Do what you want, but you didn’t hear any of this from me. Talk to her tonight, she’ll be at my chambers again with Padmé, most likely.” I furrowed my brows together, in confusion. “It’s what’s been happening these past few nights, so it’s a possibility she’ll do it again. She leaves about 7 to go back home. Now, can we go?” I nodded and continued our normal regimen, only, my mind was galaxies away.

If she lives in her chambers, I could take the long way around to my chambers, then break off to head to Anakin’s, making me run into her. However, if she lives with her boyfriend in his room, then I’m out of luck. Though, if I take the main lobby, that increased the chance of our paths colliding, but it’d make it more public. I can’t walk back with Anakin because it’d be too obvious.

I need to clear my mind, I shouldn’t be trying to plan ahead like this, I will know what is right when the time calls for it. Whatever feels like the proper path will be the correct choice, but I can’t know what it is until then. If I’m going to talk to her tonight, I should have that clear head to make proper decisions. I’ll meditate until then, Anakin has his own tasks to do today, I believe he was meeting with the Chancellor. 

Pulling myself together as I sat down on an open spot with a nice view, I took deep breaths. My focus drifted away from all of these issues at hand and just drifted off. Everything relaxed, everything was still, and everything made sense again. I forget what really matters in this universe, and coming back to here makes it all better. I was in this state of meditation for a few hours, occasionally interrupted from loud distraction that were brief as I pulled myself back into concentration. When I was finally out, it was just a little before seven, giving me plenty of time to take that long route to my chambers.

I walked at a steady pace, not thinking ahead of the conversations we might have or of anything else, other than my destination. Keeping this clear mind will be fine, whatever happens, happens. Me overthinking does nothing to help, these past few hours has helped me realize that. The familiar hall designs pulled me from my zen state, I was in my hallway, with Y/N just a few feet down the hall. “Obi-Wan?” she called happily, picking up the pace to catch up to me.

The biggest smile spread across my face as those beautiful smile lines beamed right back at me, her bubbly aura flowing off of her. However, her body spoke a different energy, it cried out with pain and discomfort as the bruises stuck out like sore thumbs. “Hey, Y/N, right?” She nodded. “Are you alright, you look a little.... shaken up?”

She sighed shakily, she smile never leaving her face as she hesitantly rubbed her arm that was coated with markings. “Yeah, everything’s all good, how are you?” I pushed her hand down, off of her arm, revealing the dark welts once more. “Obi-Wan, please, don’t. I hear enough from Padmé.”

“I think we both know what needs to happen, I think we all know what is the best.” Her smile finally broke off of her face, her lip quivering. “You are so strong, Y/N, but there is so much love in you that’s being thrown away by wasting it on your boyfriend.” I put her chin between my thumb and index finger and pulled her weepy eyes to look at mine.

My hand instinctively moved up to her cheek, cupping it gently, she leaned into it, obviously comforted by it. “I don’t know how to do it, I feel like I’m throwing so many years of my life away.” She pulled away as she dried her tears, “I know there’s nothing left for me with him, but I can’t let go, there’s so many things I’m ruining by letting go.”

I sighed, “what was there was ruined long ago, Y/N.” She began tearing up as she heard what I said, not calling me out on it, obviously realizing what I said was true. “If you want, you can spend the night with me. You can come sleep on this tonight and do it tomorrow. Or, I’ll take you to him and you can do it now, then we can head back to my place.”

Her sniffles quickly ended as she wiped her sleeve on her nose, looking up to me with those watery eyes that just melted every bit of me. “Really?” I nodded. “Can we do it tonight? I know I won’t have the energy to face him tomorrow.”

“Of course we can, I’ll walk you there. You just go inside, make things quick, stay in there for as little as possible, you might just make things worse if you’re in there for awhile.” I saw her hands fidget and shake as I went on, just wanting to prepare her. “I’m right outside, though. If I hear anything, you won’t be alone.”

She nodded and began to lead the way. “Obi?”

“Yeah?”

Y/N ran herself into me and let out a built-up sigh, “thank you,” she spoke softly as she briefly wrapped her arms around me before moving forward.

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