#this took eight hours bruh

[globbub]

finally some new art everyone cheer

#asuka langley soryu #asuka langley fanart #asuka evangelion #evangelion #neon genesis evangelion #evangelion fanart #evangelion art #asuka langley soryu fanart #this took eight hours bruh #anyway yippee!! school is almost over!!! #one more exam to go…

[jungle-angel]

The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 2 (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: The Delta Taus take off for spring break in Florida and the shenanigans are only beginning

Warnings: Frat boy shenanigans etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana

You groaned a little when you felt Rhett's warm lips kissing your cheek, his arm still wrapped around your waist, pawing a little bit at your boobs.

"You awake?" he mumbled, his voice deep and gravely from sleep.

You shook your head. "Don't wanna get up."

Rhett kissed you again, hoping that it would help you wake up a little bit. Outside it was still dark but already you could hear the rest of the Delta Tau house waking to life. You rolled over and looked at the screen on Rhett's phone......5:30 in the morning. You whimpered a little, still groggy and sleepy from having been woken earlier than normal.

"What time does the flight leave?" you asked him

"Eight-thirty," he whispered.

"Can I go back to sleep for a little bit?"

Rhett kissed your cheek again. "Half an hour," he told you. "Not a minute later."

He set the alarm for another half hour in the hopes that the extra sleep would help you wake up a little. It did and once the two of you were up and in the shower, you were both fully awake and smelling of Rhett's Irish Spring body wash that he let you use any time you stayed the night.

You took the back staircase that wound its way down into the kitchen where all the other Delta Taus were busy pouring their coffee in a styrofoam to-go cup. Kayce looked like a mess, his hair sticking up at a weird angle and his grey t-shirt possibly the same that he had worn the day before.

"Alright idjits," Kayce announced. "Grab your bags and toss'em down by the front door, bus will be here in twenty."

Rhett grabbed the pot from the coffee maker, pouring you a cup of the steaming liquid that smelled of cinnamon. "My lady, one for you," he chuckled.

You kissed him, letting his tongue dart out a little to catch the lingering taste of cinnamon on your lips. "Still sleepy?" he asked.

"I think we're gonna need to grab Dunkin when we're at the airport or something," you answered. "I've got the hungry shakes."

Rhett pulled you in, your bodies swaying a little as he kissed the side of your head. You both stayed like that, lost in each other and breathing in each other's scent until a loud *CLUNK!* reverberated off the floor at the bottom of the stairs in the front hall.

"The hell was that?" you asked.

"Fuckin Kelso's bag," Rhett yawned.

Oliver Scott was the last to come back down the kitchen stairs, setting his bag on the chair before grabbing a coffee. Rhett laughed a little when he saw the Delta Tau Sex Manual poking out from a pile of his neatly folded clothes.

"What?" Oliver asked.

"Bruh if ya'll haven't memorized it by now, I'm afraid you're a lost cause," Rhett laughed.

Oliver smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, I thought I'd bring some reading material with me," he chuckled.

Finally it was time to roll out. The vans had pulled to the outside of the house, everyone clambering in with their bags stowed way in the back. You sat in between Rhett and Kayce, your rightful place as the First Lady of the frat, with Rhett's thumb gently rubbing circles on your thigh where his hand had come to rest.

"Alright shitheads," Rhett said to the gang. "We've got less than a fifteen minute ride to the airport, six hours on a plane and two weeks in the Florida Keys.......how shall we kick off?"

Bo laughed as he hauled out his phone, pulling up Spotify as the beginnings of "Colt 45" by Afroman filled the van, much to the delight of the others. The whole way there, they belted out the filthy lyrics, you yourself more than happy to join in with them until the small buildings of Bozeman International Airport came into view.

Everything went off without a hitch with everyone blowing through security clearance with ease. As soon as everyone had gotten to the gate, you, Cairo and a few of the others decided to go and scrounge up something to eat.

"Ugh, my God, iced coffee so tasty!" Cairo groaned.

"You'd think you hadn't had any since the Reagan Administration," you laughed.

"That's what it feels like," Cairo told you. "If we're gonna be on this monster of a flight, I'm gonna need all the rocket fuel I can get."

"You didn't get any sleep did you?" you asked him.

"Oh hell no honey," Cairo answered. "I came in from work, Foster was already dead in bed and let me tell you, nothing sucks worse than having to walk home in cha-cha heels, but it was worth the tips."

"What was it this time for the show?" you asked him.

"Ancient Egypt of course," Cairo said. "Can't tell you how many people thought I looked good in my Cleopatra wig."

You, Cairo and the rest of the group made your way back to the gate, passing out the Dunkin Donuts orders to the rest of the gang. You were pretty sure that such a large order would have gotten you banned, but the workers had greatly appreciated the business.

You and Rhett were relieved beyond words when you could finally board the plane, leaving everyone to get settled. Thank God you and the others had slipped extra bottles of Dramamine into everybody's bags or you would have all been screwed elsewise.

You and Rhett settled in to watch an 80s comedy movie while the others found other ways to keep themselves occupied. It wasn't long before you and Rhett were listing off all the shenanigans that would most likely ensue once you were all there.

"How much do ya'll wanna bet somebody fucks a flagpole again?" Rhett chuckled.

"I'm not betting anything," you told him, snuggling further into his chest. "You KNOW that's bound to happen."

Rhett made a face knowing it was bound to be the apple pie incident all over again. "Just promise one thing darlin?"

"Hmm?"

"If we're all hungover you'll drag us to the nearest diner for a hangover special and Bloody Marys?"

You leaned up to kiss his lips. "For you?" you said. "Anything."

Rhett smiled into the kiss. It was times like this that he was lucky to have you as his First Lady.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #frat!rhett abbott x reader #outer range

[anime-kia]

Not As Easy As It Looks

I'm not kidding when I tell you guys that I'm obsessed with Dadmonger.

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

"Bruh, they bout to be late again!" Erik called to you as you chased your five-year-old son, Jojo, while holding your crying one-year-old, Ameena, who was pulling at your hoop earring. 

You ignored him and called out for your three-year-old, "Nasir!" You could feel an impending migraine coming on from your loud children and Erik's nagging. 

Who the hell told me to have three kids in the first place? Oh right... My dumbass believing that Erik's pullout game was strong. 

You finally caught Jojo and gave him a stern look telling him to go to his father right away. Ameena was still bawling for no reason, but your motherly instincts allowed you to overhear something crash to floor in the kitchen. There you found the three-year-old standing in jam, while rummaging through the fridge as if you hadn't fed him ten minutes ago. He was already gaining weight on top of his baby fat. 

"Little boy, we need to leave." You decided to come at him with a gentle approach as a means to calm yourself down.

He looked at you with that innocent smile similar to yours that always melted your heart. Nasir and Ameena looked more like you and Jojo looked more like Erik.

"Okay, Mommy." He calmly replied, walking out the kitchen towards Erik, but you were suspicious. When you go over to inspect the fridge, you could feel your blood pressure rising. 

The child emptied out  every single leftover container into the fridge, and one of the chicken legs had a huge bite. You were so annoyed that you didn't notice the jam soaking into your sock. 

"(Y/n)!" Erik called again. 

You were ready to tell him to shut the hell up, but instead you walked back to the front door. Ameena reached out for her father and stopped her unnecessary sobbing. The two boys were in their jackets and shoes, looking like scholars as if they weren't just causing havoc. 

"Hey, Princess." He cooed at her, kissing her chubby cheeks. He finally looked at you, "Damn baby, Meena got you." He pointed at a stain of vomit on your shirt, just above your left breast. Of course you didn't notice it or feel it until now. The two boys laughed.

You deadpanned, and went to open the front door. "Get out. All of you." 

"Bye, Mommy!" Jojo and Nasir ran out, assuming you were playing.

"You just gone kick us out like that?" He looked fake hurt, but you nodded. "Meena, too?"

"Out, Erik." You held the door even wider. 

"Can I at least get a kiss?"

A frown plastered your face and he took the hint. 

"Damn, your mama is mean as hell. Ain't that right, Meena?" You could hear her babble to him as you locked the door. 

The house was finally silent. Peace and quiet was very rare these days. It was always you who got up early to get your kids ready for school. Usually, Ameena would be asleep, but this morning she had to go see her pediatrician. Initially you were going to take her, but it was your well deserved day off and you needed all of those 8 hours of silence to yourself. You both agreed that he stay out with the kids all day until dinner time.  

Erik was by no means a deadbeat, in fact he cared for his kids a lot. Growing up the way he did and not wishing it on anyone else, he promised to always be there for them no matter what. 

While you got the kids ready in the mornings and at night, he would either be sleeping (due to exhaustion from work) or preparing their lunches and breakfast or dinner. He would also handle some private business that you did not inquire about, he paid the bills and as far as you knew, he was safe. Though it would be nice if he did acknowledge that your job of getting three young children ready was not easy all while maintaining a steady nine to five.

"Mama!" Two small, but heavy bodies jumped onto your bed then crashed into you. How they still have energy, only Bast knows. You were curled up in your king sized bed, binge watching your favourite series on Netflix. Has it really been eight hours already... Internally you groan, but being welcomed by your two sons with so much love always made you happy. 

"Hey, boys. How was your day?" You smiled, allowing the to cuddle underneath your arms. 

"Good!" They both yelled at the same time. Jojo was the first to explain what he learned at school and then what happened after Erik picked them up from school. He took them out to the park, then to the basketball court and then to get ice cream.

"Hold on, the basketball court?" You slightly frown, "Who was playing?"

"Daddy and his friends." Nasir chimed in. 

"Then who was watching Ameena?" 

"This pretty lady that Daddy was talking to." Jojo admitted.

Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, Erik came in the room, Ameena fast asleep in his arms. "Damn, so y'all just gone tell on me like that?" 

They boys giggled and ran away.

"Now before you say anything, she's just a friend. And she don't fuck with dudes either."

You glared at him, deciding not to prolong that conversation. "Whatever, E. Just call me when they're done eating dinner so I can get them ready for bed." 

He chuckled, "Bruh, why you make it sound like it's a challenge?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you friggin' serious?" 

"Yeah, it can't be that hard."

A smirk graced your lip. "Fine then, you take care of getting them ready tomorrow."

"Bet."

The alarm went off for six-thirty. You were already out of bed, almost forgetting your deal with Erik. He remained fast asleep on his stomach. 

You shook him, "Come on, baby. It's time to get the kids up." You said in a soft voice that you used on your children in the morning. 

"Naw, five more minutes." He grumbled from his pillow.

"Ain't no five minutes." This time you violently shook his arm. 

"Aight, aight! I'm up, shit!" He pulled the covers off his body and gave you a serious look. "Why you wearing that?" He looked up and down with hazy eyes at your sports bra and leggings set.

"I'm going to a yoga class." You smirked, and began spreading the bed. "Oh and good luck."

He scoffed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he began to brush his teeth, but Ameena's cry sounded through the baby monitor. His first reaction would be to call you, but you were long gone before he got out the shower. 

Erik was not finished, so he left the brush in his mouth and went down the hall to his daughter's room. She was standing in the crib, holding onto the bars, rattling them. He set his toothbrush down and lifted her out of the crib, rocking her on his side. 

"What's up, baby girl? You hungry?" She only continued crying, so he made his way down to the kitchen with her snuggling against his side. It was already 7:05. 

He opened the fridge expecting to see pre-made bottles, but you always made them fresh.

"Dang, I gotta make this from scratch?" 

He sat Ameena down in her high chair, but this only made her cries even louder. Her little legs banged against the seat as she fussed. 

"Hold on, mama. Let me get your bottle."

He searched high and low for the formula, realizing that he's never paid enough attention to see what it actually looked like. He read almost every label and food item in your cupboards. Not to mention, but it was a big house, with a big kitchen and a lot of cupboards. Just then he remembered, you assigned a special storage for your kids snacks so it would likely be in there. It was higher up so they couldn't get to it, but he did find it. 

"Got it!" He applauded himself and began reading the instructions. He might as well have been reading in a foreign language, not that he didn't already understand a few, but this was very new. Eventually he did figure it out and put the bottle in the microwave for two minutes. 

"Daddy?" A sad voice recognized as Nasir echoed to him. He watched his son enter the kitchen with a pouty face, one hand holding his fuzzy panther. "Where's mommy?" 

"She's out right now, but she'll be back."

"I have to go potty."

"Can you hold it for a bit?" 

"No, I'm gonna pee pee myself." Erik sighed and rushed to take him to the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. "Ah shi- I mean shoot. Hold up." He ran back into the kitchen to get Ameena who was still complaining. 

Her little arms reached out to him as he pulled her out of the high chair. The microwave beeped, signalling that her bottle was ready. He pulled it out the microwave and handed it to her. Just as she was about to drink it, he gently pulled it from her grasp, the silence was broken instantly. She cried even louder than the last time. 

"Daddy!" Nasir yelled from the bathroom.

"Just a second!" He replied, "My bad, Meena." He rocked her again. "Daddy's forgot to test it." He tested a patch on the back of his hand, and it was very hot. Erik set the bottle and Ameena down, getting an ice cube out of the freezer. He put it in the bottle and shook it up, testing it once again. "Better." He picked her up and gave her the bottle. She was finally silenced, suckling on the bottle, tears still falling from her eyes. 

Erik made his way back to the bathroom, only to see a dark blue stain on his son's light blue PJ's. A puddle formed on the black tiles. He noted to clean that up later. 

"I pee peed." Nasir said, on the verge of crying.  

"That's alright, little man." Erik sighed. He brought them upstairs, and set Ameena on Nasir's bed, where she continued to drink from her bottle quietly. "Get undressed, you gotta take a shower."  

Erik went to Jojo's room, entering and waking him out of his sleep. 

"Come on bro, time to get up." 

Jojo groaned and turned his body so his back faced Erik. 

Hell... Erik thought, He's just like you. 

Erik yanked the covers off of his son, "Up! Let's go." 

Jojo went on a frenzy looking for his covers, but failed so he tucked his knees upwards into his chest to keep the warmth. 

Erik scoffed. "You look like me, but you act like your mama." He grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the foot of the bed, "Don't make me drop you." 

There was a slight grin on Jojo's face, like he wanted Erik to do it. Instead, Erik pulled him off the bed, holding both of Jojo's feet with one hand. Jojo finally busted out laughing and Erik set him back on the floor gently. 

"Again!" The five-year-old exclaimed. His bedhead became even more messy from playing. You were planning on getting their hairs cut eventually, but they wanted to copy their father. You kept Nasir's hair in a little puff and Jojo's in mini twists. Ameena rocked her little curly afro. 

"Nah, we're on a tight schedule." 

Jojo huffed, but followed Erik out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You were able to give them baths individually, but he was running out of time. 

"Do you have to pee?" He asked his son. 

"Nope!" 

Erik felt relieved. 

Ameena was sleeping again so he picked up her bottle and placed it on the dresser. He allowed her to sleep while the two boys took their bath. 

"Can we get bubbles, Daddy?" Nasir asked, filling up his rubber duck with water. 

"Not right now." 

"Yeah! Bubbles!" Jojo chimed in, splashing the water with his hands. 

"When can we get bubbles?" Nasir continued to ask. 

The two of them continued to yell and cheer for bubbles while splashing the water. 

"Later, tonight. Right now y'all just need to-" Erik's eyes widened as he watched the water surrounding Jojo change colour. "Jojo! I thought you ain't have to pee, bruh!" 

He only giggled, "Oops!" 

"Eeewww!" Nasir screamed, jumping up and splashing the water everywhere. 

"Nasir, stop, man! Stop!" Erik scolded and tried to shield himself from the contaminated water.

Then Ameena's cries began.

For fucks sake....

"That took longer than it needed to cuz y'all nasty." Erik shook his head at his sons, Ameena calmed down and was playing with the chain around his neck. 

The two boys laughed.

"Y'all think I'm playing." He used a stern voice. The kids were use to Erik being the fun and playful Dad so they weren't taking him seriously. "I'm being so serious right now." 

"Where's mommy?" Jojo finally questioned. 

"She ain't here right now."

"Mama?" Ameena added. Erik looked at her stunned.

"Yo, did you just talk?" He raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Yeah, she said 'mama'." Nasir copied her. 

"How you gone say that when she ain't here, but you won't say dada or baba?" He sighed. Of course he was happy that she was grasping words, finally, but he would've preferred it to be dada or baba. He wouldn't tell you that her first word was mama, you never heard her talk yet and he knew you would hold it over his head.

Erik sighed and looked at the more pressing matter in front of him. By the grace of Bast, Erik had the two boys lotioned up and now he had to get their clothes on and their hairs to look decent. He'd always seen you chase one or both of them around the house with their clothes in hand as they ran stark naked or in their underwear. If they were close enough, Erik would catch them, if not, it was all up to you.

"Now I'm not in a playing mood, so don't even try to run." He was using his military voice on them, hoping that would sway them into seeing how serious he was. 

Too bad that only lasted for a moment. Once Nasir had his shirt on, he dashed out the room. 

"Nasir!" Erik yelled.

"Wait for me!" Jojo followed along, racing out the room in only his briefs. 

"Gah lee, bruh!" He huffed. Ameena was laughing at her brothers and her father, showing off two top and two bottom teeth that were just growing in. "You think this is funny too, princess." 

He stepped outside the room and waited for them to run towards his direction. Nasir was first to round the corner and Erik grabbed him right away. He kicked, screamed and laughed as he tried to break free from his father's grasp. Next was Jojo, who's footsteps grew louder as he got closer. Before he could make it fully around the wall, Jojo tripped and bumped his head into the leg of the end table that held family portraits and a small vase Erik brought from Cape Town that all went crashing to the ground. 

"Ooh, shit." Erik winced, listening to his son do that windup cry that all little kids do. He set Nasir down, "See, this is what happens when y'all don't listen." 

He picked Jojo up with his now free arm, bringing him back to the bedroom. 

"You're alright, man." 

Jojo snuggled into his father's neck, his tears and snot staining  Erik's shirt. Ameena reached out to her little brother and made sad babbling noises like she was trying to comfort him. 

"Look, Meena's checking if you're good." He smiled and sat down on the bed. 

"Are you okay, Jojo?" Nasir's voice was really quiet as he looked at his weeping older brother, who only shook his head.

"If we finish getting ready, I can get you some ice." Erik noticed a hematoma forming on Jojo's forehead. She's gonna kill me...

The boys settled down and allowed Erik to finish getting them dressed and he fixed their bedheads, then they went downstairs. You prepared a simple breakfast for them, as if you knew Erik would run out of time. In fact he did, it was already time to leave. He quickly got an ice pack out of the freezer and handed it to Jojo, and got all of their shoes and jackets on. 

"We ready?" He asked them and they nodded, Ameena babbled in her baby language.

"Never again." Erik just got back from dropping the kids off and plopped down, face first on the sofa. 

You appeared from the kitchen, holding his favourite beer. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?" You smirked. 

"Them boys is too much." He sat up and took the beer from your hand. 

"Trust me, I know." You plopped down beside him, snuggling into his side. "You did this to us, just know."

He took a swig of beer, "What? How is this my fault, babe?" 

"Last time I checked, you were the only who bragged about your pullout game being strong." You said with an eye roll.

"It is strong, otherwise I'd have more lil' niggas running around. Not just by you." 

You punched him in the chest, "Fuck you, bruh." 

"Aye, I'm just saying." 

You knew he was telling the truth. Erik was the definition of a whore until he met you.  

"So you really just out here getting me pregnant?"

"And I'm tempted to do it again." He set his drink down and pulled you underneath him. "How long before we gotta pick 'em up?" He rhetorically asked in a lustful tone.

"No, we ain't doing this!" You laugh, placing your foot against his chest. "You don't learn do you?" 

"We make mistakes all the time." He shrugged with a smirk. 

"Boy, whatever." You smiled at Erik.

(Start/Finish: April 12, 2019)

#killmonger x reader #killmonger fic #black reader

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

So... Darnell made me research his condition-

((So. I just started looking into migraines and chronic migraines, because up until now, I’ve only been Darnell’s migraines on my experience with migraines, but intensified, but.

Bruh, migraines can be worse than I fucking thought. Especially chronic migraines.

Apparently a symptom you can get from migraines is dizziness, nausea, and even vomiting.

Holy fucking shit-

Like, I had a headcanon that Darnell wasn’t in Pico Vs. Convict because his migraine was so bad that day, that he had to skip school, but jesus.

Bruh. I did not know migraines could be this bad, mine were always so fucking tame. Like. Mostly annoyances that at worst I had to go to bed for.

This could also go on to explain a few things about him.

For example, in Pico Vs. Uber Kids, their teach Mr. Flacit says the trio was chosen because after the shooting, the school’s best was dead, so they had to settle for those three. That is despite all three of them being above average intelligence. [This was measure by the outdated IQ method, but follow me on this.]

Now, while Pico is above average intelligence, Pico’s father is implied to be neglectful, and the lack of support from your parents can make your grades suffer.

Nene has “superior” intelligence, but she’s also go ADHD, and let’s be real, schools, especially back when the games were first made, aren’t exactly very... accommodating to neurodivergent children. Especially those with attention span issues. Plus. Anxiety and Depression. They are also bitches.

But Darnell... He has “gifted” intelligence. He’s smarter than both Pico and Nene. And I doubt this school was exactly for the best of the best, because. *wildly gestures at it* look at how badly it’s failed to even protect their students. Hell, some of the policies actively endangered the student body. Remember how the only school exit Pico could get to was chained and padlocked? To keep kids from leaving before school was over???

And as far as we can tell, from what little we know of his family, Darnell had a caring mother, and he’s not confirmed with any learning disabilities, or similar disorders that could make school difficult.

Except. For chronic migraines.

If the migraines were bad enough, it could have made focusing on school damn right impossible. If he could go at all.

[The trio did also experience some major trauma with the events of Pico’s School and Pico 2 at least at that point, and trauma can affect your grades, but I don’t think they took recent grades into account.]

And let’s be honest. Grades are a shitty way to determine a child’s intelligence.

And as for the poster that’s kind of a running joke-

While he still could be full of shit characterwise, If his migraines are bad enough to have him missing school, then it could either be a school rumor he took advantage of for his campaign, or he’s just fucking around based off of his condition.

Could the migraines themselves really be that bad, though? How bad are chronic migraines?

Chronic migraines are defined as at least fifteen head ache days a month, with full migraines at least eight of those days. And the pattern persists for at least three months. At least from I’m reading on ClevelandClinic.org.

According to Mayo Clinic there’s actually a lot of shit that can happen even before a migraine happens.

One or two days before, you can get symptoms like a stiff neck, food cravings, mood changes, constant yawning, aaaand bodily excrement issues I am not saying, thank you.

And then sometime before the migraine happens, or even during, some people get this thing called an aura which can last of to an hour. They’re usually visual disturbances, but can be other disturbances. They can be seeing spots of colors or shapes, outright vision loss, pins and needles feelings in the limbs, weakness or numbness in the face or a side of the body, or difficulty speaking.

The migraines themselves? They can last between four hours and three fucking days. And aside from terrible fucking headaches and nausea, they can make you more sensitive to light, sound, and even smells and fucking touch. Holy fuck.

And even after the migraines past, they can leave you drained. Like genuinely exhausted and even confused for a day.

Yeah. Basically they fucking suck.

What can cause them?

Well, general migraines, either stress, sensory stimuli, sleep changes, physical exertion, medication, food [salty processed food, aged cheese, and food additives, as well as skipping meals] and drinks [alcohol and caffeine], and even fucking weather changes. [For women, hormonal changes are also a factor.]

Chronic migraines though?

Again, medication, mood disorders [IE depression, anxiety, etc.], on going disrupted sleeping patterns, excessive caffeine intake, and physical and/or emotional trauma. I believe family history of the affliction is also a factor.

Now possible triggers for general migraines for Darnell?

Stress is a good one. Especially now a days.

Sensory stimuli? Considering he enjoys fucking with fire, light for sure. But I’d argue smell has to do with it too, considering fire accelerants? Probably smell. Not to mention what he makes his bombs out of. And spraypaint. Can’t forget spray paint. Sound probably works too, seeing as his FNF sprite has headphones. He could very well put those on to block out noise when the time calls.

Physical exertion? Especially now a days, yes.

We don’t know shit about his medicine intake or his eating or sleeping habits, so I can’t make comments on that.

As for what may have caused it to be chronic?

We don’t know much about his family, so we can’t say too much on that. Again, same with medication and sleeping habits.

I doubt his mom would have just given him coffee, maybe soda? Who knows.

There’s no confirmation or even indications in canon there’s anything up with him other than his pyromania. And that’s not a mood disorder. As far as I know.

Trauma, though?

Wellll... divorce is pretty traumatizing for a child. And it’s confirmed that his parents are divorced.

Probably not helped by the shit he has to deal with in like. Middle school.

Man. Research is fucking great. It gives you more ways to make your muses s u f f e r .))

#OOC #Headcanon #Darnell #Pico's School CW #Friday Night Funkin' CW #NewGrounds CW #School Shooting CW #Referenced School Shooting CW #Death CW #Mentioned Death CW #Vomit CW #Mentioned Vomit CW #If I need to tag anything else lmk #But yeah holy fuck Darnell- #rip-

[fratboykate]

“played like a fucking gay little fiddle” is my new favorite phrase 🤣 I’m loving this gladiator time period for our useless gays! Since you’re already spoiling us like the good Papi you are, can you please tell us what happens during those last 5 days? Do they keep going to the brothel (LOL) every day to meet up? What happens when Yelena has to leave? Do they run off together or is Yelena too famous that it would never even be a possibility?

-They obviously make the brothel their gay little haven for three of those five nights. The second night they see each other. The third Kate accidentally stands Yelena up. She just can’t get away from her house. Her parents have invited some people over, including some new rising star in the army that they’re trying to pair her with and as much as she tries to get away it’s impossible. The fourth night Yelena’s master plans a big last minute fight as a farewell to the city. Their last hoorah for a while since they’re leaving and not going to be back for who knows how long. Kate needs to explain why she wasn’t there the night before so she pays the dude off again so she can see Yelena in the dungeons before the fight. Yelena was pissed. She waited for hours for Kate to show the night before. She thought Kate had basically played her and decided she had enough of the lowly gladiator and was done with the game. Yelena thought she was but a toy the rich girl threw away. Kate has to explain what happened and she kisses Yelena and is all “Have you been hit in the head too many times. Don’t be dumb.” During the fight Kate feels like she’s taking every blow Yelena takes too. Even her mom and friends comment on how tense she is and how she’s reacting. Obviously, Yelena wins but she took a bad hit or two which STRESSES.KATE.OUT. All she wants to do is run over and make sure she’s okay. Kate and Yelena had plans to meet that night but Kate sees all the fighters be dragged away by the owner to some rich guy’s party after the fight. They don’t meet.

-The fifth and last night before Yelena leaves. They both make mental notes of “fuck the world. I’m seeing my woman tonight I don’t care who stands in my way.” Kate’s dad tries to tell her this general guy is coming over again and she’s like “LOL NO.” He pretty much tells her she doesnt really have a choice and she’s like “🖕🏽take this as a choice :)” and bolts out of the house.

-Yelena’s owner sees her about to leave and he’s like “where are you going?” and she’s like “out.” and he’s like “nah. we’re leaving early tomorrow. go back to your cell.” and she’s like “nope. see you tomorrow morning. ill be here when we need to leave.” and he tries to get testy with her and she’s like “bro…ill be here when we need to leave……” so he’s like “guards. take her back.” and sicced the guards on her. Needless to say she has the guards dead on the floor in like three seconds. The master is this scrawny little bitch who knows she could snap him in half if she wanted to and now that its the two of them and she’s two inches from his face all “I will be here when we need to leave tomorrow morning…YOU GOOD BRUH?!” he’s all “YUPYUPYUPYUP yes ma’am whatever you say ma’am dont kill me ma’am” lol

-So they meet up at the brothel and Yelena has done the romantic thing. She has actually arranged them a night alone. She didnt have any ulterior motives but she wanted a night away from the gross loud men at the bar. She rented them one of the big rooms at the back. Got some food brought in. Got some wine. Nice, quiet, alone time. For the first time ever. And maybe the last time ever. And they only have maybe about eight hours together. Kate sees what Yelena did and Yelena tries to start talking about the food and pouring wine but Kate has other plans. If they have maybe just eight hours together she’s not wasting it on eating or drinking. Well, they might need some of it later but for now she’s starting with the fun part. They never take eating or drinking breaks at all.

-Kate promises she’ll wait for her if Yelena promises she’ll stay alive. She’ll come back to Capua eventually and they can be back here again, to their little…home or whatever they want to call their nook…………..in the fucking brothel lol. All Yelena has to do is stay alive. Kate gives her one of the rings she was wearing as a symbol of that promise and to remember her by. Yelena wrapped one of the leather cuffs she wore around Kate’s wrist. It’s all she has to give. Kate tells her it’s more than enough.

-Sun is about to rise. Yelena has to go back to the ludus to start packing all their stuff onto the carts. It’s time to go. The fantasy is over. They have to split up. The worrrrrrsttttt. It’s almost impossible but they do it.

-Hours later Kate finds an excuse to go into town and watch their carts ride by as the gladiators leave the city. Their eyes meet. They know it’s the last time they’re going to see each other for a while.

-Because the ludus itself was still back in Capua they still have some connection to the city and because Yelena had spending money she could bribe people so when she knows someone was going back she would bribe them to get her any info they could on Kate. Just to know how she was. For a while there was nothing to report. No one knew anything. Kate and her family had gone off to Rome with her father after about three weeks after Yelena left so Yelena knew nothing about her. But suddenly, on the eight month, the servant comes back with news.

Katerina has returned from Rome!

FUCK YES!

With a husband!

FUCK NO!

#my favorite thing about me writing headcanons is that if you read them you’d swear i dont know how to write lmao #BE A PROFESSIONAL WRITER AND ILLITERATE AT THE SAME TIME??? GET YOU A BOIIII WHO CAN DO BOTH #why am like this? #like…i swear i get paid to write #this is legitimately how i make a living #i promise lmao #then again that’s probably why i do this #i spend all day trying to be so proper and good that by the time yall have me do this shit im like #I DONT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK HOW THIS COMES OUT #kypau #kygau #anonymous #answered

[essaysbyciara]

Old Habits Die Hard | Part Nine: Stuck In My Ways

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES | PART FOUR: DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT| PART FIVE: JUST KNOW | PART SIX: JUST & RIGHTEOUS | PART SEVEN: BACKSEAT | PART EIGHT: WEAK IN THE KNEES

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations, mention of marijuana use

The penultimate chapter of Old Habits Die Hard! Whew, this has been a long one but we’re down to the final two parts of a story that kicked my ass lol. Taglist is STILL OPEN for the finale if you want to get in while it’s hot! Love you all, you beautiful people. 

STUCK IN MY WAYS

“Aye, yo shor- how long you in the city?”

Maleek’s -- or Leek -- introduction last summer was a scary one. Standing outside of papi’s, draped under Dave’s arm,  Dave and his crew stopped their conversations as a midnight blue Caprice classic creeped up to the edge of the corner. Everyone, including Dave, grew on guard, their demeanors ceasing to exist at the drop of a hat because a never-before-seen whip with barely-legal tinted windows came to a complete stop. As the passenger’s side window dropped, Dave whispered to you to go inside of the store to grab him something to eat, his favorite: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You could hear the growl in his undertone as if it was an order. You obliged out of a fright only to hear laughter mere seconds later once Leek’s solid body came bouncing out of the sunroof to one of his latest tracks.

Leek was the neighborhood rapper. He spent thirty minutes or so showing his videos on YouTube the one night you were in the studio with him and his crew. He was dope, you couldn’t lie. Built like a linebacker, Leek’s full ahki beard and super tatted-up upper body was a bad one. You caught yourself fantasizing about how bad Leek could really be but quickly remember that Dave got to you first. Thank God.

“Only for today, Leek. I’m heading back down tonight.”

“Damn. Dope of you to come up for your mans.”

You’d small talk Leek except he’s cutting into your homework of trying to figure out your getaway from this party to wherever Dave wanted to take you. Dave still lingered upstairs as you bobbed and weaved through the party to find Yahya. You were hoping that in the time it would take for you to get through Dave’s extended-extended family, you could come up with an excuse to get away for a few hours.

You could fake a  run to the beauty supply store for some braiding hair but the stores back home were good and hood enough to find the yaki you needed. You promised to take Yahya to papi’s for that hoagie, so no store run could be in order. Your entire family is at Pardi’s house so no “run up to my cousins house right quick” would work. You keep thinking of what to say as Dave rips another message through your DMs. It’s an address and an agreement to meet in thirty minutes.

“Oh, Dave? Yeah. I’m happy he’s home.”

“Who else you think I was talking about? Y’all still down, right?”

Leek’s inquiry throws you off guard. You knew he had a lightweight crush on you -- Dave once joked that he could see Leek’s mouth hit the floor when you walked into the studio that night -- but now the boldness to ask your status in this moment is taking you back to a DM from Leek that you deleted but never told Dave about.

“Dave and I? We’re cool. We ain’t down like we were but we’re cool. My fiance’ helped Dave with his case. That’s why I’m here.”

Leek notices the blinding engagement ring you ignored up until this moment and suddenly, so do you. It’s the first time in hours that you remembered your  man at home and like Chante’ Moore said, “he’s been good…” to you. Your conscience hurries you to dead your quest to find quiet time with Dave. You wouldn’t be on your best behavior; there would be no guarantees that Dave would stand on the right side of history. Upstairs, for that brief moment, your lips touched Dave’s neck and almost caught a bite. Dave used to love that move, digging deeper into you as you almost broke skin so he could commence to breaking your back. You fell into his body by mistake but his hands knew what they were doing. Tracing your stripes down to the seam of your panties was intentional. You pooled at the idea of him taking them off.

You aren’t naive. You wanted Dave and he wanted you. The moment was beyond brief yet beyond impactful. Leek’s unforeseen act as an impromptu guardian angel stops you from making the worst mistake of your life.

“Ahh, congrats ma!” Leek reluctantly goes in for a brotherly-esque hug. You give him a church hug in return, that side hug catching Yahya’s attention as he exits the backyard area to  look for you. He grabs your wrist as you release Leek from your innocent clutches.

“Excuse me, brotha ... [Y/N], you ready to go?” You quickly nod your head up and down in the direction of your forever. Leek didn’t like the way your man cut into his moment but he hastily concedes after you tap your hand on his chest and send your well wishes.

“We still heading over to that hoagie spot, right?” Yahya tapping his stomach as he grabs the car keys from his left pocket.  “I’m dying. And Ms. Gwen’s food looked smackin’. Took me a lot to not go in, baby girl…”

“You could’ve ate. We’ll be up here again.”

“Nah, nah. The way you were talking about this damn sandwich. I want a hit.”  

Dave’s message feels like an afterthought as you jump into the passenger seat. Your meetup was only twenty minutes away but you broke the spell of Dave and tried to forget.  A light tap on the passenger side window wakes you up.

“Y’all leaving already?! Damn.” Uncle Trace daps Yahya through the car window, a mix of weed and Polo Red wafting past your nose.

“Yeah, Unc…” Yahya’s salutation makes your heart smile. “...we gotta get back to homebase.”

“Aight, king. Get my niece home safe. Love you, [Y/N].”

As you direct Yahya to the cornerstone named papi’s, you couldn’t help but  stare at the way he commanded the streets. The potholes that got the best of him the last time he came here are no match for him today. He’s even driving with one hand, something he never did before -- or that you never peeped. His level of comfort on the side of town that you also call home is reminding you right before your eyes that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. All from calling your Uncle Trace by a pet name.

You find a spot close to papi’s and walk in with enough time. Yahya commands for you to order for him and you obey: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You order a chicken cheesesteak, wrapping your arms around Yahya’s waist as you both small talk about the week ahead. You weren’t letting go for anything in this world. Yahya briefly lets go to grab two Tahitian Treats out of the cooler. His big hands grab the drinks, hoagies and you up to the counter.

“Let me get two vanilla dutches, please.”

“Yah- what you doing?  You don’t smoke.”

“I usually don’t. Don’t mean I haven’t. I’m tryna finish this weekend out right. We still celebrating.”

“That’s fine but who the hell you get the weed from?”

“Unc.”

Unbeknownst to you, that dap between included an eighth of silver haze.

“Oh, this is it. You ain’t coming around my family anymore. Nope.”

“I’m Jerri’s favorite. You can’t do that…”

Dave doesn’t know what to do. It’s been some time since your message and you haven’t sent an “OK” or any signal of your arrival. He paces down the steps and out the door, running into Trace talking on the steps to Dave’s uncle, Clifford.  He tries ignoring them both but Trace isn’t having it.

“Yo, you leaving your own party, man?”

“My bad, Trace. I gotta make a run up Olney real quick for something. I’ll be back though…” Dave’s last words trail in the air as he walks down the street toward papi’s. Somehow Trace’s old self catches up to him.

“Bruh, slow down. You just got home…” Somehow Trace’s reminder does indeed slow Dave down. He’s been moving too fast since you agreed to meet up with him. He can’t keep up with his mind.

Dave didn’t know what to do when you sent that message. He felt a semblance of guilt for touching your spot, for letting your body fall into his, for staring at you as if he wasn’t going to see you again. For all the thoughts he had as you both sat in the same room where he’d coax the devil out of your body night after night. He was willing to risk it all only if you wanted it. Your message answered his prayer.

“Yeah, Trace. I know. I just gotta get out the house for a second too…”

“Oh, no doubt. They think that once you out, you wanna see the world. You just want the world to know you good, that’s it.” Trace’s wisdom plummets Dave.

It’s been his truth since he got home from jail. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the people who didn’t check on him or his mother; the people who ignored Pardi’s angered Facebook posts about Dave’s situation. People who donated to the bail fund out of guilt, not out of care. The only people who cared to know his fate  were his mother, Pardi, Trace, Yahya and you, even if you never reached out. He knew you to be the catalyst to his freedom even if you at one time secretly fought it.

You walked up those steps to his old room to see if he was okay. You knew that large crowds made him skittish. Something within you broke the rules to see if he needed a safe space to be. That summer, you were that. Dave unleashed his heart out to you in ways that even his mother would never see. Despite what seemed different about you, you weren’t afraid of his story. He felt close to you, letting you into a world that you didn’t know but could feel.

Dave wanted one more chance to feel you. Yahya be damned.

Watching Yahya yell  salutations to him and Trace from his car window as he drives by gut checks Dave. And makes him wonder if you’re with him. That would deviate from the plan that you created and Dave was on his way to fulfill.

“This is the best shit I’ve ever had, [Y/N]. You weren’t lyin’. Bruh…” Yahya delightfully wipes the last of the mayonnaise from the side of his mouth.

“Told you!”

“They should cater the wedding. I’m not playing.”

The unseasonably warm evening meets you and Yahya as you stare across at Camden’s waterfront. The pier is popping with families enjoying the last bits of early winter before the clocks strike back and school gets into a full swing. It’s a bit of calm before you two hit I-95 back to what sadly isn’t Chocolate City anymore. Yahya caresses your right knee as you stare over the Delaware. You were beyond ready to get home. Your future husband breaks your gaze. “I meant to ask you. Who was bruh all hugged up on you in the house?”

“Heh. Why?”

“You were church huggin’ him to death but he wasn’t getting a clue at all.”

“Oh that was Maleek, a friend of Dave. No big deal.” You play off Yahya’s somewhat jealous disposition even as it humors you. You rather him ask about Leek than Dave.  “Let me find out you jealous? Look at you.”

“Nah. I just know mad dudes are on you. I trust you though.” Up until an hour ago, he didn’t have a reason to do that.

“Dave was too, to be real.” You decide to break down all of the walls. The case was over. You think you’re over Dave. Yahya is minutes into a food coma.

“Well yeah, Jerri told me. Some teenager stuff. I saw those pictures. I’d be chasing you down the hallway too.”

“Boy, please. But no -- remember I told you about that lobbyist dude I dated who damn near ghosted me before we went to the Bahamas? I ended up coming up here for those weeks and Dave and I messed. Nothing serious.”

“You sure? Dude was eyefucking you real crazy at Jerri’s house last Summer.”

“Hold up? You saw that?!” What you thought you hid from Yahya, he saw in plain sight.

“Everybody could, damn.  Heh. It’s all good though. So was I.”

You joust your fingers into Yahya’s side causing him to fall into laughter. Four words suddenly send you into an orgasmic-level of relaxation. Yahya didn’t seem to care. Once you ride off the orgasmic high, you feel insanely stupid. One conversation lessened the guilt of a relationship that lasted two weeks but imprinted onto you for what felt like forever. A moment of repentance overdue coaxes witty banter out of Yahya, not the dissolution of a relationship. It shouldn’t have been this easy.

That’s how u feel?

Your walk back to the car is broken up by a message from Dave. Your lack of a response to his earlier texts told him that you were in the car that Yahya yelled his love from. Your broken promise to break up a happy home slowly breaks Dave’s heart even though he knew better than to break the rules.

You don’t know what to say in response, turning your phone on silent not to alert Yahya’s attention. There’s nothing for you to say. Dave does all the talking for you.

Yo. I’m not some snake ass nigga. I wasnt doin anything with you that you didnt want

You came lookin for me.

I can’t be friends with you?

You wake up to see Dave’s last message sent hours ago. Before you walk into your front door and out of Dave’s life forever, you send your final goodbye.

I don’t think it’s best. I’m sorry.

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[moonlit-mizukage]

Chapter eight: Sawamura

Summary: Y/n and Tendou are deeply in love. Living on the other side of Tokyo now, the Monsters are still up to their old shit. They even opened a few businesses for Tax reasons. Even though it’s been almost three years later, Y/n still has never been able to understand how they have avoided the law several times. When Tendou’s Mother reappears in his life, Y/n is confused as Tendou claimed she is dead. Finding out Tendou is being forced to take over the family business by his Mother, she soon learns the truth behind Tendou’s reason he never gets in legal trouble is his family business. His mother is quick to decline Y/n as his future wife and tries to set up Tendou with someone she sees more fit. What will happen to Y/n and Tendou? What will happen to Tendou’s “family business”? What does this mean for the future of the Monsters?

TW: Swearing, violence, mentions of aggression to police (ACAB though am I right?) mentions of a traitor.

AN: SORRY ABOUT NO UPDATE LAST NIGHT HSBDHVJSDHJ I PAST THE HECK OUT AND SLEPT LIKE 16 HOURS AND FORGOT TO POST THIS TILL MY 10PM ALARM WENT OFF JDFBGVHDS I will update 1 chapter of this sometime tomorrow and a horror one too so I can get back on schedule.  

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Third person pov 

"Guess we will have to kill him then huh?" Suna said with a sadistic laugh as the other two smirked at one another. 

Shirabu grabbed a marker as he stepped up to the man. 

“What the hell are you doing?” The man in the chair panicked. Shibaru began to place dotted lines around certain places. 

“Don’t do any damage here please.” He said. 

“Are you selling his organs?” Y/n whispered loud enough just for the other monsters to hear. 

“Yep, if they are decent, why not?” He said as he walked out of the room to look for more tools. 

Y/n sat back and watched Suna slam the hammer down along the man’s hand and arm. 

Meanwhile… 

Tendou, Matsukawa, Kyotani and Terushima were all still out checking local bars for the scumbags. They were just about to head into another club as Tendou’s phone rang. 

“Paradise? Everything okay?” He asked as he answered. The others could not hear what she said on her side of the phone. 

“A cop?” He asked back. “Alright Paradise, I will give Maki a call.” With that he hung up. 

“Why doesn’t Y/n just go talk to him?” Terushima asked. 

“I guess they are heading out. They removed the guy's kidneys and liver I guess.” 

“And they are doing what now?” 

“Going to sell it. Shirabu knows a guy from the pharmacy.” He shrugged as he rang Maki. 

“Maki here what’s up boss?” The others could hear as Tendou placed him on speaker. 

“Is Kenma up?” 

“He’s already on his computer. He said he is looking for something.” 

“Ask him about Sawamura.” 

“Hey Ken-” Tendou heard the phone being ripped from Hanamaki’s hand. 

“1673 tokoyomi st south.” Kenma said into the phone. 

“What?” Tendou asked. 

“1673 tokoyomi st south.” Kenma repeated. 

“Okay guess we will go there.” Kenma hung up after hearing Tendou say that. Kenma text the address from Hanamaki’s phone. 

Kenma turned off his computer glancing up at Hanamaki. 

“If the other three come back tell them I went to the guest room. Don’t follow me.” He said to Hanamaki.  

Hanamaki watched him walk down the distant hall confused. 

Back at Tendou’s group, they were now on their bikes riding to the address Kenma had supplied them. 

They arrived quickly as they got off their bikes. 

“Dude it’s a fucking cop bar.” Matsukawa said as they looked at the parked cruisers. 

“No fucking way are we going in there.” Terushima said. 

“Well you fucks aren’t. You are all covered in blood.” Tendou said. 

“What the fuck we going to do? Wait for this fucker to come out?” Matsukawa asked. 

“Fuck that!” Kyotani said as he reached into the seat of his bike and grabbed out a crow bar. “Move your shit over there and get him when he comes out.” Kyotani said. 

The other three drove their bikes and pulled up into a driveway no one was in. Kyotani hopped on his bike and started screaming as he swung his crow bar at the glass of the cars. The alarms all started one after another as the cops began to pile out. Kyotani sped through them and power slammed the one in the shin. 

“JUST TRY AND GET ME YOU FUCKS!” He yelled as he drove off. 

The guy on the ground told the others to go as he tried to stand up. The 6 police cars from the lot were off chasing Kyotani away. The other three drove over and hopped off their bikes by the officer on the ground. 

“Are you Sawamura?” Terushima asked. 

“Who’s asking?” He said as he looked up. “Oh fuck.” He said noticing now it was his old high school peers. 

“A better question is why the fuck do you know so much about us and why the fuck are you ratting on us you fuck!” Matsukawa said as he kicked him. 

“Please I will tell you what I know.” He said coughing. 

“What’s the catch?” Tendou asked. 

“You let me leave after we are done.” Tendou looked at the other two and then back to him. 

“If I think you are lying our words dead. So you better tell us the whole fucking truth asshat.” Tendou said. Daichi nodded in agreement. “So why the fuck you send a hit after our member?” 

“I was paid by someone. They gave me $50,000 to give a group of guys information. I took it selfishly and I knew you from high school. I know the Suna guy from my friend who goes to school with him so Kenma was the easiest target.” 

“Who paid you to tell those guys?” Terushima asked him. 

“I don’t know, they wired me the money and texted me.”  

“Give us the names and faces on the guys or even the location of the ones involved in the hit, and we will let you live.” Tendou said. Daichi pulled out his phone and wrote down their leader's number and handed it over to them. He didn’t say anything else as the others now heard sirens off in the distance. 

“You fucking dirty cop! You called the cops on us!” Matsukawa yelled as he kicked him again. Daichi coughed a bunch as the three hopped on their bikes and sped off down the side street nearby.  

A silver Toyota pulled up with a fake siren on the dash. The siren was turned off and pulled off the dash as Daichi pulled himself up inside the car. 

“Fuck dude, I could have died. What took you so long?” Daichi said to the driver. 

“Just had to tie up some loose ends with the boss. He was pretty amazed we knew them.” 

“Did you tell him how they took you to a park and beat the shit out of you after hijacking your date all those years ago Suga?” 

“Nah, I used to be a scared coward of those fucks, but now we are just as dangerous. It should be them who fears us and not the other way. They will be once we complete our plan.” He said with a laugh. 

“I’m not sure how you expect one of them to turn and spill shit man. They have been tight since highschool and the new members are just as fucked as the others.” Daichi said as Sugawara began to drive. 

“Don’t worry, I already have gotten one of them too.” 

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[delaber]

Just Friends (Part 2)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 3.7K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol).

Chapter Note: Thanks for your kind words! So nice to feel the love in this community. Feel free to ask and hit me up if you want to be on the tag list, have questions, suggestions, etc. /Best!

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You were trying to count eight hours ahead but with each passing margarita, the math was becoming harder and harder to do. Eventually you just opened the app on your phone and let it do it for you; it was almost 11 a.m back in England. If you went to the coat-check immediately you could call your old lab-partner Laura on your way home and get a much needed update on the project you'd both been working on before your American exchange program had started. Constantly being eight hours behind was rough on keeping in touch, and right now you missed everything back home - even the stupid yeast cells from your project that had kept dying on you and Laura.

You were just about to message Laura and tell her that she should be expecting a call from you shortly, when you were interrupted by someone clearing their throat loudly above you. You slowly looked up from your phone only to see the snarky blonde mystery man from earlier towering above you, clutching two drinks.

"Hi," he smiled as you looked up at him.

"Mystery man," you nodded in greeting.

He sent you what seemed to be his signature charming smile and you realised that his right incisor was just a little bit crooked. It was annoyingly cute.

"Mystery girl," he winked at you, "mind if I sit?" he said as he made himself comfortable on the cushion next to you.

"Uh, I guess not?" you raised an eyebrow at him.

"I brought you another double Margarita," he handed you one of the drinks he was holding, "I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he nodded towards the lit phone in your hand.

"No, uh, not at all. I was just typing up an email for work," you tossed your phone aside.

The blonde mystery man sent you a sceptical look, "who types up emails for work after they've had a million drinks? Not to mention; at 2.30 in the morning?"

"What can I say except welcome to my story: the life and death of a temporally challenged European in America."

Mystery man laughed at your words, "yeah, you're far away from home, aren't you?"

"Oh what gave it away, bruh?" you said slowly, doing your best to fake a Californian dialect.

Mystery man almost choked on his drink, "You're British?" he asked with a smile while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Nice to finally see his human side.

"English," you nodded.

"Definitely far away from home then," mystery man nodded, "you here on holiday?"

"I'm actually here for a couple of months in a mandatory exchange program as part of my PhD."

"PhD, huh?" He looked impressed, "damn, I could tell you were smart."

"Well," you said quietly, turning your eyes away from his burning gaze.

He sensed your discomfort at his statement and continued, "What about your friends over there? Why aren't you out dancing with them?" He pointed towards Miranda and her two friends on the dance floor.

You were just about to tell him about your situation with the three girls when you realised something, "hey; how'd you know they're my friends? Been keeping an eye on me, have you?" you laughed at his suddenly stiff smile.

"Well," he ran a hand through his blonde hair while licking his lips slowly, clearly trying to come up with a clever answer, "I couldn't just let you leave before you've found out where you know me from, now could I? Have you given it more thought?"

"No, I actually haven't thought about you at all," you teased him, earning yourself a sincere laugh from the guy, "but... that being said; I'm no closer to guessing it than I was a few hours ago. Although I am sure that I've seen both you and your friend before. So if you have any ideas, I'd be much obliged."

"Hey; I don't know," he shrugged, "I'm just trying to get you to admit to your obvious pick-up line."

"That was not a pick-up line!" you chuckled, "I was genuinely wondering where I've seen you before."

"That's what they all say," mystery man rolled his eyes with a playful smile on his lips, "you're lucky it worked, you know."

"Too bad it didn't work on your friend though," you clicked your tongue, mocking him before continuing in a whisper, "it was intended for him."

He clutched his heart in mock offence, "Ah!" he exclaimed as if he'd been shot, "sadly, that's what they all say too..."

"Aw, you poor man," you smiled and took a sip of the drink he had handed you.

"So why aren't you out dancing with your friends? They seem..." he hesitated as he looked them over, "...fun?" he tried.

"I think you just answered your own question," you laughed.

"Good point," he mumbled.

"Why aren't you out dancing with your friend?" you nodded towards his friend Diggs who was casually moving on the dance floor next to a swarm of girls who all seemed to want his attention.

"Well, I've been patiently waiting for the only interesting woman in here to go dance so I could casually bump in to her on the dance floor. But apparently her ass is glued to this booth. If I was out grinding on Diggs, I wouldn't be able to talk to her - Which would really be a shame as she is without a doubt the prettiest woman in the room," mystery man smiled.

You made a gagging noise at his horrible attempt at flirting.

"Over the top?" He laughed.

"Way over the top!" You joined in, "remember; I'm British. We like it low-key."

"What? You want me to invite you out for tea and scones instead?" he said in a horrible cockney accent.

"It wouldn't hurt your chances," you laughed, "but I'm good with the margarita for now."

"So you don't want to go out with me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Nope."

"So the way you were staring at me and Diggs earlier really wasn't an attempt to flirt?"

"No," you laughed at him. He looked almost shocked.

Mystery man squinted his eyes as if seizing you up, "You're completely unfazed, aren't you?" He said.

"About what?"

"Well about me being charming as fuck of course," he said with a chuckle.

"Meh," you shrugged. It wasn't true. You were completely mesmerised by him. But he was acting too cocky for you to not give him a challenge.

"Meh?" He repeated.

"You're bloody cute - I'll give you that. But you're a silver tongue, and well... let's be honest; you need the rejection."

"Are you challenging me?" He raised an eyebrow at you, "it feels like you're challenging me..."

"Hey, no need to feel down by the rejection. I'm doing this for you. I have your best interest of heart," you laughed, touching your heart with the palm of your hand.

He looked you over for a couple of seconds, "I cannot figure you out."

"Well that's a good thing, isn't it? Keeps things interesting."

"Yeah, you definitely strike me as a girl who keeps things interesting... What's your name?"

"You can call me -" your eyes landed on the drink in front of you and you remembered the bartender’s words from earlier, "- Margarita Girl. As that is probably how you're going to remember me after tonight," you smiled.

"How about breaking-my-heart-girl?" He smirked.

"Ah see; you're doing it again," you pointed your finger at him and he laughed at you, "you're way over the top. Keep it low-key for Margarita Girl, damn," you laughed.

"Okay, so we're really not doing names?" His smile grew wide. He was probably already thinking about how hot it'd be to fuck a girl's brain out without even having to bother to learn her name first. Textbook fuck boy.

"Let's keep it interesting," you reciprocated his smile with a small shrug, "what can I call you?"

"You can call me whatever the fuck you want," he said cockily, probably realising that by asking for his name, you'd agreed to spend more time with him.

"Okay, Margarita girl and Mystery Man it is."

"Sounds like a superhero duo," he smiled.

"Interesting. What are our powers?"

"Well, in line with our names: you're intoxicating as fuck luring in all the bad guys, and I have the ability to turn invisible."

"Only creeps want to have a superpower where they can vanish on command," you laughed at him.

He was about to retort when he was interrupted by a male voice coming from beside you, "Hey Rafa!"

You'd been so fixated on the blonde man in front of you that you hadn't even seen Diggs approach your booth with a swarm of girls at his heel. So his name is Rafa? Odd, you thought to yourself but had enough decency to pretend that you hadn't heard.

"What's up," Mystery man - or Rafa apparently - responded to his friend.

"The bar is about to close. I'm thinking about grabbing a cab home. You coming?"

Rafa looked at you briefly before answering, "I think I'm good for now, bro."

"Alright, see you tomorrow then," Diggs padded Rafa on the shoulder before heading towards the door.

Rafa turned his attention back on you and stared at you with a small smile playing on his lips, "So bar's closing down in a bit," he said, "maybe we can squeeze in another drink somewhere else?"

"Yeah, no," you shook your head, "I think I'm about to head home. I have a long walk ahead of me. If you're fast, you can still catch your friend and join him in that taxi though."

Rafa looked at you, "do you live far away from here?"

"I live over on the corner of Mayflower and Lafayette," you responded, "it's roughly a 30-minute walk or something."

"Yeah, I know where it is - I live close by," he eyed you carefully, "if you want to, we could walk together?"

"Taxi doesn't sound too enticing?"

"Meh, I'd much rather take the walk," he shrugged

"Alright then," you nodded, "I guess I wouldn't mind the company."

"Aw," Rafa said, "I think that's the sweetest thing you've said to me all night!"

No more than ten minutes later, you were both wearing your coats and were headed in the direction of the townhouse you were sharing with another British girl, Samantha, who you'd met online a couple of weeks back.

"So how do you find California?" Rafa asked you after a couple of minutes of walking.

"I like it. It's different, that's for sure," you sighed, "but I think it's quite great here."

"Different how? Are you from a small town or something?"

"I'm from a small town called London. I don't know if you've heard of it?" you teased him.

"Hey, don't get smart with me," he laughed, "But in all honesty; apart from the obvious, how is L.A. so different from London?

"You know... London's population is almost twice as big as that of L.A., yet somehow everything's just bigger over here."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I could imagine. I remember the first time I was in L.A... It completely blew me away."

"You mean you're not from here?"

He shook his head, "I'm from up north. I moved here a few years back to focus on my career."

"Yeah? What do you do?" You asked curiously.

"Hey; what's the point of not having names if you know all about my career?"

"That's not fair. You already know that I'm a nerd," you winked up at him, pronouncing the last word as he would've.

He smiled down at you, "yeah sorry for calling your field of work nerdy earlier," he laughed awkwardly.

"I work in a lab. It is nerdy to be honest," you laughed, "no need to worry."

"It's just... I don't think I've ever pictured anybody looking like you to... you know.... actually be a nerd," he chuckled.

"We come in all shapes and sizes," you winked up at him and noticed how his smile grew wider, "as I'm sure people in your line of work do."

"Smooth u-turn you just did there," he laughed at you, "Well," he drawled, "if you absolutely must know, I moved to L.A. to focus on my music."

"You're a musician?" You looked up at him. Of course he was. Probably one of those douchy John Mayer-types who brought their guitar everywhere and always had to play Wonderwall at every. single. party. "Is that where I know you from? Am I currently being walked home by a well-renowned musician that girls from all over the world would be dying to be serenaded by?" You laughed.

"I assure you that millions of girls would kill to be in your position right now - but I highly doubt that it's because of the music," he chuckled, "I don't even have an album out."

"What kind of music do you do?"

"Rap mostly," he said proudly.

You looked him over; you would not have taken him for a rapper. "Oh, that's... cool," you said quietly.

He looked at you with a bemused smile, "what? You don't like rap music?"

"I hate it..." you whispered with a chuckle.

"WHAT?" He bellowed while looking at you with huge eyes, "are you insane?"

"Right after accordion-music, it is the worst genre there possibly could be! It's probably what they play for you when you enter the gates of hell."

"I've finally done it," Rafa looked shocked, "I've gone and found the only person in L.A. that doesn't like rap. You're probably the type of person who'd murder me in my sleep!"

It made you laugh loudly, "well how else would I know what kind of music they play you down there." He chuckled at your comment and you continued, "sorry. It's just not really my style."

Rafa clutched his chest, "I'm offended! How can it not be?"

"I didn't grow up with rap music," you laughed, "Name one famous British rapper!"

"Uh, easy!" He started counting on his fingers, "Skepta, Dizzee Rascal, Giggs, Doctor Green, The Streets, Stormzy - should I just keep going?"

"Okay, okay you've made your point. Apparently, I'm uncultured."

"So, what do your uncultured ears like then? Adele? Ed Sheeran? One Direction? Should I throw in some Spice girls?" He joked.

You smacked his arm lightly, earning yourself a low chuckle from him, "oi, the fact that I'm English doesn't mean that I only listen to the pits of British music."

"Sorry," he continued in a chuckle, "but I am genuinely interested."

"Well I'm not going to tell you now. You'll just mock me!"

"If you don't tell me, I'll keep assuming the worst."

"That's not my problem," you laughed at him.

He blinked twice, his charming smile still in place, "You are easily one of the most interesting women I've ever had the company of. You keep surprising me."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you smiled up at him.

"Oh, you definitely should."

You kept walking side-by-side for a couple of minutes, talking about the differences between life in L.A. and life in London. Just like when you had observed him at the bar, he talked with much vigourosity, hands flying everywhere as he spoke, his fingers slightly brushing against yours on several occasions. You had no idea whether he was doing it on purpose or not.

He was in the middle of a story about something that had happened to him earlier that evening when you suddenly stopped dead in your tracks. He looked at you with raised eye brows, "what? Was my story boring you?"

"Not at all. But this is me," you nodded towards the small townhouse in front of you.

He let out a soft whistle, "Nice place. You live here alone?" He took in the building.

"I know it seems childish at my age but since the rent is expensive for a common student I atually have a room mate..."

"Having a roomie is not childish," he laughed, " I know society would have you believe that, but fuck 'em. It's much nicer than living alone. I have a roomie too; Diggs - you know, the guy you met earlier tonight."

"Oh! That's why he asked you to come home with him," you teased him.

Rafa shot back his head with laughter, "you really thought we were an item or something?"

"Hey, who am I to judge?"

Rafa continued to chuckle, "I love the man but it's completely platonic. Also; he's too ripped for my taste," Rafa joked.

"Waaaaay too ripped!" You chimed in, rolling your eyes to match Rafa's.

"So manly!"

"Too manly!" You continued in an over-exaggerated tone.

"...And he definitely doesn't have enough tattoos!" He continued.

"That man is a boring plain canvas," you joked.

"I keep telling him that a tattoo on his pec would do him good. But - sigh - he never listens."

You looked him over and couldn't hold back a small snicker, "Strong words coming from you."

"Yeah? What do you mean?"

"You're not exactly the 'tatted up'-type, now are you?"

"I have several tattoos," he chuckled.

"Eh, you do?"

"Yeah," he nodded with a vibrant smile, "on my chest and arms."

"I did not see that coming," you laughed.

"See - I can be interesting and unpredictable too," he looked awfully proud of himself, "How about you? Do you have any?"

"I do," you nodded, "just a small one. It's embarrassing really..."

"Yeah? Where?" He smiled sweetly. Even though it was dark, you could easily make out his charming crooked tooth.

"Uhm..." you contemplated not telling him but ended up thinking to hell with it, "it's on my inner thigh," you said carefully. Talking about your dumb tattoo that was located at a highly sexual place wasn't exactly something you'd normally do with men you'd only just met.

"Inner thigh, huh?" He licked his lips while examining your face, "not gonna lie; the thought alone turns me the fuck on!" He laughed, "why don't you invite me inside so we can study eachother's  tattoos?" He took a step closer to you. The sweet, charming guy who you'd had the pleasure of walking by your side was suddenly replaced by the fuck boy from the bar.

"You really don't waste your time, do you?" You laughed at him. Men you'd been on several dates with back home in England hadn't even been half as forthcoming as this guy was and you hadn't even known him for more than a couple of hours.

"Sorry," he shrugged while not looking the least bit apologetic, "I might've had a drink too many, but all I've been able to think about tonight has been how I want to take you home and get to know you better," he said while leaning in and stroking his thumb on the side of your arm, "you seem... different."

"Okay; full disclosure," you said with a sigh, "you're cute and all, but I'm not going to sleep with you."

He sent you a pout, "why not?"

"Well, as much a turn-on as it is to have a grown man beg you for sex," (he laughed at that), "I'm not going to have casual sex with someone I've only just met."

"Who says it has to be casual?" He smirked while leaning even closer, "I can do you good."

"God, you're insufferable," you rolled your eyes at him while fighting the urge to just jump him.

"But the good kind of insufferable, right?"

You laughed at his remark while slowly leaning closer to him, "no," you whispered.

"I'm really fighting hard not to kiss you right now," he groaned as he released his lower lip from between his teeth, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth. His put hands on your waist, and he was slowly edging his face closer to yours.

Your fingers easily found the back of his skull, and you softly nuzzled with his hairline, silently telling him that it'd be alright for him to kiss you.

His hungry gaze was fixated on your smile as his lips came crashing onto yours, finally closing the distance between you completely. As soon as your lips touched, he stopped dead in his tracks however; he was clearly waiting for you to take the next step - which you did, but not as fiercely as he would have hoped; instead of attacking him - as he was used to when he normally whipped up this move - you captured his lips in a soft, tender kiss, lips barely touching but still with so much raw emotion spilling into him, that he was left with a weird feeling in his chest. He thought to himself that the way you reciprocated the kiss almost was... loving? It was definitely something he hadn't tried in years.

He was about to pull you closer and advance further into the kiss, when you pulled your face away from his and whispered, "I've had a great night tonight. Thank you." You stepped out of his arms.

"Ah, you're being serious," he said with just a hint of hurt to his voice, trying to pull you back to him without any luck.

"Yep," you laughed while turning away from him.

"Hey," he called from behind you, "will I see you again?"

"You know where I live, don't you?" You looked at him over your shoulder. His hair was a mess and he was looking at you all innocently while you continued to walk away from him.

"What? You want me to make a big romantic gesture or something?" He laughed.

"You have my address, do what you want," you smiled before turning away from him and towards your front door.

You heard him groan from behind you as you put your key in the door, "Hey, I don't even know your name!" He bellowed.

"It's Margarita Girl."

"Aw, come on. The least thing you could do is give me your name," he called from the pavement.

"Goodnight Rafa," you laughed before the door closed shut behind you.

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[weelies]

Soul brothers

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He woke up at around seven or eight that day, his hair felt much longer than it is usually. There was a crown beside him on a table. It was odd that he could see the crown, it wasn’t as odd as the absence of noise, though.

Usually around this time, everyone would be waking up, groaning from a bad night’s sleep. The orphanage care-takers would be cooking, the sound of cars or birds chirping would usually be there. But it was dead silent.

He got up, picking up the crown with him, only to get a splitting headache. That only ever happened when he went to bed really late but he distinctly remembered going to sleep early that day.

He decided he probably just hit his head in his sleep and moved on, grabbing the crown and heading to his closet, he couldn’t find his favorite shirt. White with red sleeves, but there was a lot of armor and fancy king’s clothes that looked like they’d take hours to put on.

He opted for the only regular shirt there, a light pink one. He put on some shorts and his crown. He also decided to get some sunglasses, Deo said sunglasses looked great on everyone, so why not?

He, for the first time in his life, looked into the mirror to see what he looked like and-

“What the fu..?” He was in Awe. His voice sounded much deeper, and he-he was the- The Blade!

The Blade who slaughtered countless people, the one Deo read him countless books on. The one he pretended to be when he and Tubbo played the war game.

And here he was- he was actually him!

He pinched himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream, that he was seeing real things, not just visions his unconscious mind made up. It wasn’t a dream.

He really could see his long pink hair, it was clean despite just waking up, and his skin was a dark pink shade. His crown stayed on his head as if he were made of metal and the crown was a magnet.

He needed to go tell Tubbo- or Deo- Or anyone about this! He didn’t know how it happened, all he knew was he could finally see.

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He woke up at around 5 to 6, he felt much more refreshed. He felt, awake and well-rested, that was weird considering he basically pulled an all-nighter.

Furthermore, there were birds chirping and people talking. That usually didn’t happen, he opened his eyes to tell them off and- ‘Heeeh?’ He said, his voice much higher and more accented than usual.

“Oh, hey Tommy!” A voice said, seemingly just a few feet away. Techno turned towards him and- he still couldn’t see anything.

“Where am I?” He said, after thinking for a second. His thoughts were racing, he could fight without seeing, but he couldn’t live his day-to-day life without it.

He tried to keep calm, but he was very confused and worried.

“You’re at the orphanage? We can leave if you want. I wanted to go to the well, actually.”

“Bruh.” He said, orphanage? He was a king feared by all, including orphans, what was he doing in an orphanage? And why did he feel significantly smaller?

“What?” The confused boy seemed quite young, his voice was smoother than his own at the moment but still a bit accented.

He didn’t want to seem weak, but he didn’t have a choice.

“Why can’t I see?” His voice much weaker and shakier than it normally is. He wasn’t used to this. The last time he was like this- he was 11, and even then, he could at least see.

“Tommy, you’ve been blind for you entire life?” The boy said, becoming even more confused.

“Maybe some fresh air will help you.”

He said, helping the old god, now trapped in a child’s body, up to go outside.

He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He wasn’t. He really couldn’t see. Couldn’t see his pink skin, his long hair, or his tusks. Not even his crown!

He didn’t know how it happened, and he sure wished it didn’t.

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He ran outside, cheerfully. Barely blinking, he almost squealed at the sights. Picking up flowers, and admiring nearby buildings.

He saw a hill, there were plenty of lilacs and roses there, but there were also-

“Bees!” He yelled, running up the hill, sitting down next to them. Grabbing one of the unusually large insects and carefully petting them. He was too caught up with the bees to notice his own body walking by him.

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He heard his own voice- yell ‘bees’.?

He knew there was a hill, not too far from his house that had bees on it. And the boy next to him had been talking about bees for a hot minute meaning that was probably the child who stole his body.

He asked the boy next to him to go up there, on that hill. Tubbo was reluctant to say yes, making up excuses before admitting he was scared of The Blade. After he reassured him that it’d be fine a few times, Tubbo agreed to take him up that hill.

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The bee he was holding, now nuzzling into his face. Normally he’d use the fact he was now a big scary basically deity to get some money, but if he did, he wouldn’t keep it and he wanted to be able to see things before his sight was taken away once more. With his current dark eyes getting replaced light grey-ish ones.

He almost cried- but he was a big man- big men don’t cry.

Well, sometimes he do. Like when you can see after never being granted that ability for your whole life. He won’t admit it to anyone, but he did cry.

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He heard small sniffling noises, already knowing eyes would be on the imposter in his body, he walked up to him- with Tubbo’s help. And tapped him on his shoulder.

“I believe that that is my body.” He said, as nonchalantly as possible.

He’s sure if he could’ve seen the boy next to him, he would’ve seen the most panicked expression out there.

“S-sorry for my friend, he’s a bit brash-“

“You have brown hair.” He said. Just a statement but he was so fascinated by it. He needed to get this idiot child out of his body before he did any more damage to his reputation.

“What?” The apparently brown-haired boy asked for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“Tubbo-Tubbo it’s me. It’s me- Big T.” He said, his voice rushing to tell him that.

“I can see.” He said. He almost felt better about being out of his body, if it meant a child would see for the first time. He still wanted it back though.

“Oh. Pog.” The boy, apparently called Tubbo, said. That was an underwhelming response, in his opinion.

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Tubbo looked a lot different than he thought he would. He imagined him to look almost the same as himself, with how close they were, he almost forgot they weren’t brothers, not by blood at least.

He looked at himself. They were very different, Tubbo’s hair was much... Darker..? He didn’t really know how to describe what things looked like considering he barely knew what any adjectives describing looks meant.

But he seemed much calmer than what he looked like, he looked like he was about to snap and kill The Blade. Well- kill him.

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“No-no. Wait- yeah.” He said, talking to his own self felt odd.

“Give it back to me.” He said bluntly.

“Problem. I don’t really know how.” He said. So he didn’t know either.

Great.

“That’s great, perfect.” He said. His mood went from bad to worse.

“Maybe Mr.WasTaken would know.” Tubbo suggested.

“Who?” He said. He really needed to know more people. He didn’t even know there was an orphanage in the town he lived in. And it was like two blocks away from his house.

“Mr. WasTaken, he took that last name after getting married to Dream? His first name is Fundy.” Ah, He had heard his rival was getting married. Didn’t know who it was to. They were famous for hating eachother though, so his spouse probably dislikes him as well.

“Alright.” He said. The worst thing that could happen is he’d attack them but he’s sure he’d be able to take him, even blind.. and small... and not very intimidating.... okay so maybe he wasn’t very sure. But he was desperate to get his body back at this point.

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They walked through the mud, he was enjoying the noises his feet made in the ground. It was even more satisfying now that he could see it.

“Mud...” He whispered to himself. Tommy was usually loud and would yell to the sky as if to challenge god himself... Not today... Not when he was able to see and be fascinated by everything they passed.

Never felt like that before. He remembered Tubbo reading a book on planes to him, he couldn’t read. No Braille books in the orphanage. Tubbo was dyslexic so Deo would usually be the one reading, but that time he was the one reading. A lot of the words were hard so Tubbo mostly focused on the pictures. Tommy couldn’t do that. Couldn’t whisk his mind away, imagining what it would be like, so high up.

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He was stroking his hands through his hair, wishing he was on the farm. At least then he’d have something to calm him. Would he even be able to farm in.. this state?

A bell rang, it didn’t snap him out of his thoughts, what did was Tubbo pushing him through a door and yelling.

“Mr. Wastaken!” Like a little chil- oh wait.

God, out of all the orphans he wanted to slaughter these were high on his list. They didn’t do anything but neither did any of the others. Well the apparently brown haired one didn’t do anything, Tommy certainly did. Making a fool of him while in his own body.

Destroying his carefully crafted reputation-

“Oh hey kidd- H-How may I help you sir.?” Eyes undoubtably falling onto his body as he said that.

“Fundy, that’s Tommy.” He said, as if it was common knowledge despite him being just as terrified before he found out it was his best friend.

“Oh- Okay.” He said, clearly still calming down as his voice was much higher than before he landed his eyes on the pink-haired man.

“Do you know what happened?” He asked, his voice was starting to get on his nerves.

Normally he’s calm, but god damn. Orphans just brought out a new side of him.

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“Y-yeah I think Dream got a book about switching bodies. I think it was after it happened to him and Bad.” He said, coming outside of the counter and rushing to a book stand.

“Everything You Need To Know About Swapping bodies.” He said, flipping to the first page.

He skimmed through the book muttering to himself.

“And if you switch...yeah...okay... Ah here! Ahem, ‘Switching bodies is common in soulmates, same sex or not. This never occurs between people with a big age difference.’ Okay so that’s not your case.... ‘In the case of it happening to people with such age gaps, people have coined the term Soul Siblings.’ Okay so that’s what you guys are... Siblings.” He said. As if taking in the fact that him, TommyInnit, was brothers, made by the same deity and had a soul made of the same materials, as the legendary Blade.

“How do we reverse it?” His own voice said, does he always sound so impatient or was it just because he was-The Blade was- His body- the person in his body was impatient?

“Umm...” he said, flipping through the book once more.

“Cases....Reasons....Deities....How to go back! Okay so umm... Apparently with soulmates, you must kiss, however in the odd case, as mentioned before, of soul-siblings. A simple hug will suffice.” He said, he could hear himself let out a sigh of relief, Techno did the same.

“Alright, just hug.” Tubbo said, looking at them.

“Yeah-but- Can I- Do you have a book on planes first?” He asked, tears almost filling his eyes at the thought of losing his sight.

“Yeah, it will never be comparable to the real deal though, Fundy said, taking out another book as he put the one he was holding before.

Tommy didn’t care if it wasn’t comparable to the real deal. He looked at every page, seeing the mountains in the photos. He then looked through the window, adding the setting sky.

He sure was going to miss this.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He said. Walking closer to his own body.

They gave eachother an awkward hug, The kind Tubbo and Tommy used to give eachother. When they first met. It was always comforting, even with its weird nature.

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He opened his eyes, seeing yet again. He looked down, the outfit he was wearing was horrible. He needed to change this instant. Maybe slay the orphans in front of him. But he looked at Tommy’s face, there was a smile there.

Maybe some orphans didn’t need to die.

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Criticism is welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading, I hope this lived up to your standards. Was a bit worried it wouldn’t but eh, I worked hard on it and I love it. I really do hope you guys enjoy a bit of fluff when everyone’s drowning in tears from all the angst of the season finale. Please tell me if I crossed a boundary and I shall take this down.

And of course those of you who had wanted to be @ed, (sorry this isn’t Phil and Tommy, I was having trouble writing that because I’m better writing techno and Tommy.)

@gearstorm @plainwallpaper @ak3m0n @depressed-and-underdressed @lillian-nator @fundycide @thewalkingmew5 @spifalling @djungelskogg @waffity @wassupmygays

Wow I did not realize there were so many of you guys.

#Tubbo #tubbo_ #mcyt #techno #technoblade #tommy #tommyinnit #fundy #fundywastaken #Dream #age regression

[mcyt-transcribed]

transcript of “where I've been”

TW for discussion of cancer and Covid-19

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#transcribed #technoblade #video #bedwars #mod parker #mod garlic #cancer tw #medical tw #needles tw #(he talks about getting vaccinated)

[archetypal-archivist]

My Beloved, Penis

Fuck it. I was infected by Penis SMP by @demonboyhalo reblogging a bunch of it and the lack of consistent lore bugged me, so I somehow banged out 2000+ words of fanfic about the Penis SMP and how it got started. Lots of internet humor and classic MInecraft shenanigans in this one folks. *slaps roof* This baby can fit so much crack treated seriously, lol. This is also up on my AO3, Zazibine, if you would prefer to read it there.

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It was never supposed to get so big. It was just an SMP with a couple friends of his he had met from the Hypixel discord server, where he had logged on simply to trash talk the absolute asshole who had dared to kill him last minute in bedwars, only to stumble upon said asshole- going under the name shittyfartbaby69 of all things- complaining to his girlfriend(?) Milfboss in the voice chat. Thirty minutes later of awkward hellos and the manliest of bitching at each other (with Milf chiming in every once in a while to roast them both), and PenisUnavailable had perhaps his first Minecraft friend in, like, forever.

Then Admiral_Anus had entered chat, bitching about his competitor in ABBA Mining and his bullshit bad luck and the whole process repeated. By the end of the day, Penis had three new friends, a private discord server for the four of them, and a promise to meet up with them in Hypixel next Sunday for the ultimate round of bedwars.

The game went spectacularly. Somehow, Admiral had some of the best bridging skills any of them had ever seen, and between Milfboss' terrifying Scottish screaming and pvp and Shitty with his clutch TNT skills, the three of them almost made up for Penis' awful depth perception. They still lost around forty percent of their games, but that was certainly better than Penis' own abysmal record, not helped with his habit of walking off the edge at inconvenient times.

And it was... fun. Usually bedwars was just him playing in his bedroom alone for an hour before he rage-quit and went back to survival for a bit before he died to fall damage and rage quit that too. But shittyfartbaby69 would crack dirty jokes that he'd never even heard of before, and Milfboss would roast him for looking it up on reddit and Shitty would cuss her out as he tried to prove that no, he was being original- all while Admiral would comment of them as if they were a sideshow display. Then Admiral_Anus would turn around and knock an enemy player off their island with some clever pvp and they would all hoot and holler and swear for a while before going back to their conversation, joking about forgetting the topic and starting up a running gag about something new.

And their accents, mmm. PenisUnavailable would never say it, but he really was as American as white Wonder bread and Milfboss' Scottish brogue, Admiral's smooth British snark, and Shitty's shrieking in Australian, well. Ear candy, you know? Even if he teased them mercilessly for pronouncing shit wrong, like "buhguhr". Ppffttt, it still cracked him up how Milfboss had threatened to murder him after the dictionary app on his phone had proved him right that it was actually "Bur-gur", even if Admiral kept insisting it was pronounced "bruh-girl".

Four hours and twenty-eight wins later, they had agreed to meet up the next day to play again, preferably at an hour that wasn't two am for Shitty again. (It was two am for Shitty again, although that was because they played for six that time.) Eventually, it just became a regular thing, them playing bedwars and competing at ABBA Caving- the one game Penis was unnaturally good at, much to Admiral's annoyance- to the point where they ran out of funny jokes about their competitors and the game itself and started talking personal anecdotes.

Milfboss owned a motorcycle. Admiral, entirely independently, also owned a motorcycle, as that was the only vehicle of reasonable speed and style that could actually handle the London traffic. Shitty couldn't drive at all, something about never passing his driving test. Admiral ate cheese at breakfast. Shitty liked to burn his garbage in a metal oil drum in his backyard. Milfboss posted herself singing covers of shit over on Youtube. And it wasn't just real life stuff either- their minecraft skills were also on the table for them all to collectively roast.

Admiral had never seen a single Minecraft Championship. Milfboss thought a flat cobblestone roof was entirely acceptable. Shitty's favorite block was the flint and steel. (That's not a block, sixty-niner. Shut up, is too. OoOh, real clever, 'shut up'! Uh, how about no? How about I fuckin' make you, ever think 'a that? No nono nonono, I'm on two hearts! I'm on two hearts, stop!) It made him curious, honestly. He wanted to see Milf's builds for himself, get revenge on Shitty, see if Admiral really could beat the Ender Dragon with a knockback stick like he said he could.

So he made a minecraft server. And they all joined it. (And stuck PenisUnavailable with the bill, suckaaahhh~!)

Predictably, it all went to Hell in a hand basket pretty quick.

See, it's one thing to play with nutters like his friends in a structured set up like Hypixel games, it's quite another to try and keep a semblance of order in an open world survival server like the Penis SMP. The first five minutes had been him trying to explain the rules and teleporting everyone back to spawn over and over as they tried to "escape the cops," ie, him. The next five minutes was Shitty scream-laughing "scatter!" and other John Mulany references down the mic as everyone ran off to start their houses. Penis, as he was still "god" at that moment, used admin commands to find the closest flower field biome to settle into, hoping for some- ha- peace and quiet.

Shitty, inevitably, ended up trying to settle in the fucking Nether. Like a mad lad, you know, as you do when you are apparently obsessed with all things lava. Milfboss ended up making an oak plank box of a "tree house" in a dark oak forest, while Admiral_Anus picked a nearby swamp for his starter base. Outside of that, they just kinda vibed in discord as they tried to fend off the mobs and get enough resources to try and build up houses that were a bit more than cobblestone towers and wood boxes- er, mostly. Milf kinda just fucked off to go mining, found a skeleton spawner by chance, and made a set of iron gear to stand in the dungeon room with to just chill and kill mobs for a while. She ended up with something like 45 levels and burned her only diamond on an enchanting table so she could buff the Hell out of her iron weapons and armor.

Penis, rather typically, he though to himself, put together a basic sheep farm and started work on a cute little cobblestone cave base. He managed to get a whole twenty by twenty block room done and fully furnished before he noticed the chat full of Shitty's death messages and went to go investigate. After nearly dying in lava twice, he managed to find Shitty's pile of items floating on a basalt pillar about a hundred blocks out from his... base?

It was a soccer ball. Shitty's base was a perfect fucking spherical soccer ball made up of quartz blocks and basalt. Just. What. The Fuck??? Then out popped shittyfartbaby69 and it was PenisUnavailable's turn to misjudge a jump and plummet right into lava. Fifteen minutes and much shrieking later about losing his diamond pick, and it turns out that Shitty didn't really care about his lost items, as he really only had four gold picks, a stack of dark oak, two furnaces, a bucket, and thirteen cooked mutton to his name. Not even a bed, the fucker. He just ran back to his portal from spawn every time he just burned to death, taking the chance to gather resources on the way back each time.

And no, he wasn't following a tutorial for his "football" base. Jerk. (Although Penis did have to admire his determination...)

The day ended on Milfboss, Shitty, and Penis reconvening back at spawn to try and hunt down Admiral_Anus, who they found later having built a thirty block tall castle of all things. Out of cobble stone and the windows weren't quite even, but still, it was pretty impressive. And of course, when presented with a castle, what can what do but siege it? So they lay siege to the castle and Milfboss curb-stomped Admiral in pvp and laid claim to the throne, crowning herself queen before summarily throwing the rest of them out. It was a good day.

And the day after was a good day. They played dodge ball crossed with hide and seek in forest around Penis' house with arrows supplied by Milfboss. And the day after that, too, where they had a building competition using nothing but cobble stone, specifically to spite Milfboss, who had kicked all of their asses the day before. In fact, three wonderful weeks passed of doing normal Minecraft shit and being friends passed by, and every bit of it was great fun.

And then came the fucking role play.

PenisUnavailable would have liked to preface that with he only participated under duress, but really, Milfboss had been queen for too long and nobody wanted to risk TNT cannoning any of Shitty's nice builds, so. Well, the castle was better than his drafty cave, alright? It was cold and wet and didn't have a proper door because aesthetic (and because it usually took him several tries to work an iron pressure plate door), so there were far too many mobs wandering in at night and spawn camping him. He and Shitty had almost the same number of deaths and Shitty lived in the fucking Nether.

So yeah. Castle time, baby! Daddy needs a new home! And Admiral obviously wasn't happy living out of Milf's awful tree house hot box where they all did drugs together on day fifteen and it still smelled of burnt wheat seeds, aka "weed." It was only obvious that they teamed up to try and take back the castle.

The battle itself didn't exactly go great, but it wasn't exactly horrible either. A lot of shouting shit at each other for fifteen minutes, the majority of which he wouldn't remember until it was too late- something about server unity?- only to find out that it wasn't two on one girl boss, it was two on a girl boss and her "baked out of his mind" henchman, also known as Shitty in a squirrel furry skin.

The ears man. Those stupid (cute) ears.

And then they were running for their lives because Milf had somehow gotten her hands on a flame bow with infinity enchants.

It all culminated in a dramatic stand-off in front of Shitty's Nether Soccer ball, Milf on one side, diamond axe in hand, not a bit of armor on because of an unfortunate run in with lava, Penis and Admiral on the other, picks in hand, threatening to tear down shittyfartbaby69's base. Shitty wasn't online just then to comment, but they could all hear him click-clacking away on his keyboard so he obviously hadn't gone to sleep just yet like he said he had. At an impasse, and unable to justify letting her teammate's home be used as collateral, Milfboss stood down and gave up her "crown," an enchanted golden Prot IV helmet she had gotten off a skeleton from her spawner.

Then the great betrayal, the beginning of the end. Shitty came back online. 96-Cam joined the game, not that they noticed in the chaos. Admiral-Anus cackled wildly and PMed Milfboss the message that Shitty had sent him, giving Team Gay Sex permission to tear down his base in the name of winning the war if it came down to it- making Milf's sacrifice worthless in the end. Penis gave another dramatic speech, circling around Shitty, who was acting weirdly apologetic to Milf about betraying her and still wearing that fucking squirrel furry skin.

"You see Milf, there's one thing more powerful than a girl boss, and when it comes down to wars between kingdoms, there's something you need to remember!" Penis got out his golden ax, helpfully labeled 'Piss Off'.  "And that's a dilf with something to lose!" An enderpearl in his off hand and he teleported behind Milf, catching on fire from the lava but still landing the last hit needed to finish her off. She puffed into a cloud of EXP, swearing up a storm, and then Admiral and Penis turned their gaze to the cheering Shitty.

"AAAAAYYY, LET'S GO DADDY!" the squirrel man screeched, wild laughter shorting out the discord voice chat, making him go quiet in patches when the volume overloaded the client. Behind him, Admiral quietly started building a chair out of birch fence posts and slabs.

"Not so fast, shit-ty-fart-baaaaa-byyyyy~, this isn't quite over yet!" Penis fucking chirped, barely holding back his laughter. "You're still a fucking traitor and we can't have you backstabbing us too. Get in the chair for Daddy, okay baby?"

Admiral finished the chair just in time for Shitty to turn around and see the completed monstrosity, shrieking dying off immediately. "Oh screw you, that's just mean. The Hell man? That's not a chair, that's illegal. If you want an electric chair or some shit, just ask. That's just sad." Mentally shrugging, Admiral lit up his work with a flint and steel while Penis pillared up above where Shitty was building an electric chair out of iron bars and trap doors. Admiral nudged Shitty into the chair, Penis dumped a bucket of lava over the edge of the pillar so it flowed over him, and Shitty started giving a soliloquy about how betrayal and how his love for his "Daddy" still "burned strong".

Like his dick. Apparently.

By the time the lava finally hit the floor and burned Shitty to death, Penis was crying with laughter, shrieking down the mike and banging on the desk hard enough to make him forget that his was still on the mouse, making him mine the block under him with the bucket and sending him hurtling to his fiery death too.

It was a good day... almost.

Because, as it turned out, shittyfartbaby69 was actually a tiktokker of some renown and his cam account had record everything. And he had uploaded the bit to tiktok, as you do, where it went viral, where it wasn't supposed to. And Milfboss, who had recently been uploading covers of herself singing old classic Minecraft songs, had attracted the Minecraft fandom kids to her twitter, where she had gone to post her rage about the events of her dethroning and Shitty's execution.

Penis SMP had gotten on. Fucking. Trending. And now everyone was demanding the full clip, their names, their Twitch streamer handles, their characters' backstories.

The masses wanted lore.

Penis watched in disbelief, head in his hands and mouth agape as sugar crash played over a clip of him killing Milf on loop.

They were making memes.

...Oh god. They were screwed.

#penismp #penis smp #fanfiction #minecraft #my writing #crack #crack treated seriously #also on ao3 #penisunavailable #milfboss #shittyfartbaby69 #admiral_anus

[henpeckedho]

I stand by my statement I don't think my ex is a bad person, even if he's bad *to me*, I think it's just a matter of our personalities do not mesh and therefore bad things occur.

But holy shit I need to not be living with him even as a roommate anymore for my sanity and I have eight months left of this.

Like on Friday when I got wheated he did help take care of me but he also took the opportunity to lecture me for over an hour straight about how I don't take care of myself and it's like bruh, I'm actually trying to stay alive which is NOT natural for me. Stfu and give me the meds or go away and let me suffer in peace.

I should have let Goblin bite him like she wanted to. She's got the right vibe check going.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Arranged {1}

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x OFC Nyorie Kane

Warning: Plot

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Yahya is thirty-three, and his friends and family all seem to believe that it is long overdue for him to have a wife. He’s been set up more times than he can count and with his busy schedule and rising Hollywood star, it is becoming even more difficult to meet people, well people who aren’t looking for a come up. In the beginning, he said he didn’t want anything serious; his motto was “I’m was here for a good time not a long time.” Then it became he didn’t want anything that would distract him from where he wanted to go and what he wanted to accomplish. Now that his fame is rising and he’s approaching a sweet spot in his career he decides what the hell the time might be right.

In comes “A Match”, an exclusive matchmaking company run by his best friend Ramel’s wife Tamika. He gives Tamika and Ramel free rein and all his trust to find him, someone, he’d mesh well with. Instead of going through her clientele Tamika has just the right woman in mind, her best friend, Nyorie. Things are done a little unorthodox at “A Match” though. This unconventional route is credited for a near-perfect success rate.

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 Chapter One

  “Man, you not getting any younger. Plus we all know how important family is to you the rate you’re going you not even gonna have one till you fifty,” Ramel said as he came back into the living room with his hands full of food. Ramel stopped in front of the U-shaped sectional and handed out bags to their owners. He stood up and took the cream-colored plastic bag Ramel held out for him.

 “I don’t know how many times you’re going to keep saying this.”

 “As many times as need be. I mean really, is uncle Ya good enough bruh?”

 He pulled out the containers of food and thought about Ramel’s words for a few moments. He loved being uncle Ya, loved picking his niece Havea and nephew Rami up for their biweekly ice-cream and bowling night. He loved showing up to their school functions and trips to Disney and tagging along to kid movie premiers. He wouldn’t change anything about it.

“Look man, I know you love my kids. What’s not to love? I also know you want kids of your own. You can’t have that continuing on the way you are,” Ramel drilled home.

 He knew it. Truthfully, he’d been mulling the pros and cons over for months. Ramel wasn’t the only one in his life badgering him like this. His mother, sisters, and brother were all on his case too. His mother liked to pile on the guilt asking him when she’d get a grandchild and when she’d get to see him walk down the aisle and made it no secret she was praying for it before she died. What the hell was he to say to that?

 “Not everybody wanna be married Mel, you got half the squad on that ball and chain shit leave him alone,” Rashawn blurted out. The four of them laughed loudly. Normally they’d be keeping it down because of the kids but they were at a sleepover, so they were free to be as loud as they wanted.

 “Man, shut up. He the last one. Your ass bout to be on that ball and chain shit too. One-week fool,” Ramel added.

 “You don’t have to remind me. Torri has the house filled with everything wedding related. Man, this week needs to hurry up so we can get back to real life.”

 He leaned back and focused on his food. He was the last one in the group still single. The last one of the four musketeers, the lone wolf. It didn’t bother him before; it was just the way it was. Now—he wouldn’t focus on it, not now.

 They continued to watch the basketball game and talk like they always did when they got together. They’d been friends for a long time, and he valued their friendship and advice. He trusted them with everything and would always have their backs as he knew the same was true for them.

 Rashawn desperately stayed away from all and any talk about his wedding to Torri. He acted like he’d been caroused into the wedding when everyone knew damn well he was stupid in love and cried through the proposal. Ramel assumed the role of loudmouth big brother pretending like he knew everything; it was a role he’d played for most of their friendship. Tyrell didn’t pretend to not be the hopelessly devoted husband he was to Dacia; he was the one who was always caught texting her and secretly face-timing her during guys night out. When they got together, a lot of fun and a lot of shit-talking always happened and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

 By the time the game ended, the food finished, and Tamika came home it was close to two in the morning. Ramel wasted no time kicking everyone out when he saw how inebriated Tamika was.

 “Y’all don’t have to go home, but you got to get the hell up outta here. My woman is drunk, we got no kids for the night, some freaky shit bout to go down!”

 They all rolled their eyes and quickly began gathering their things.

 “How freaky?” He looked back to see Tamika crook her pointer and wiggle it to Ramel who smiled but pushed her hand down trying to hide her finger. He knew they were into some freaky shit and he did not need the details or the visuals.

 “Imma head out. I have an early day later anyway. Stay up man,” he said and went around the group giving each of them their handshake.

 “Think about what I said burh. We here for you,” Ramel finished. He nodded and walked over to Tamika and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked out the door to his car in the rounded driveway.

 The drive back to his house was a quick and quiet one. When he got home he showered and used the rest of his awake time to prep for the coming day. He knew it would be a long one.

  -The Next Day-

 Just as expected the day stretched on and on. He got maybe two hours of sleep before he was out of the house and on a set for a photoshoot. That shoot went on for eight hours, then he was off to a string of interviews then two meetings and yet another photoshoot.

 It was now close to one in the morning and they were just getting their last shots. He was exhausted. he knew this came with the territory. If he wanted to act he had to be okay with photoshoots, interviews, paparazzi, and everything else that came with fame. Some days it was a tough pill to swallow and he wondered what it would have been to continue on in architecture, and others he took it in stride and piled more onto his plate. Today was a mix of both.

 “All right Yahya, thank you that’s a wrap,” the photographer called out. He nodded and went around shaking hands with everyone who worked the shoot. A woman with dirty blond hair approached him with a wide smile.

 “I am such a fan, Yahya. I loved you in Aquaman.” He graciously smiled and thanked her. She bit her bottom lip and gave him a look he knew wasn’t strictly friendly. “Can I have a picture?”

 “Sure. No problem,” he cautiously responded as he stepped beside her and waited for her to angle her phone just right.

 “Say Black Manta.” He smiled at her request and held up his peace fingers. Once the photo was taken she turned to him again and thanked him.

 “Look, I know this is forward and normally I wouldn’t do this but it’s 2020, I’m gonna shoot my shot.” She held out a piece of paper to him and he could see a phone number scribbled across it.

 “This is my number. No pressure to use it, just—if you want to use it, I’d answer, and we could hang out.”

 She was attractive, he wasn’t going to deny that. Her skin reminded him of smooth chestnut. Coupled with the color of her hair she was a beautiful woman. He was just leery of her motives. Ninety percent of the women he’d met since his breakout roles all had ulterior motives.  Most just wanted to be seen out with him so the rumor mill could start circulating and give them their fifteen minutes. He wasn’t with that. That was the one thing about his newfound fame. He never knew what anyone wanted from him anymore.

 “Uh--.” He was speechless. He didn’t want to embarrass her by rejecting her, so he took the paper and nodded. “Thank—you.”

 She smiled and again bite her bottom lip. “Okay, great. See you around.” She walked off leaving him to look down at the paper with her name and number. “Thalia-954-389-3048.” She’d dotted her I with a star. It bothered him and he didn’t know why. He stuffed the paper in his pocket resolved in his decision not to take it there.  He didn’t have the time or energy to sift through the sea of clout chasers.

 He quickly finished up, got his things and left. He’d missed his workout for the day and needed to get one in. every little bit helped especially with him trying to get into Matrix shape.

 Luckily his trainer was up and was able to meet him at the gym to train. A few reps on the treadmill, another couple sets of weights, then some time on the bar and finally a brutal boxing session rounded out the hour and fifteen-minute rotation. By the end of it, he was dripping sweat and ready to just drop in bed which is just what he did. 

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Felicity - Bang Chan

➵ Pairings : chan x reader

➵ Warnings : explicit language 

➵ Summary : ‘A feeling of intense joy’. That’s what sparks in you when you’re together. 

➵ Genre : best friends to lovers!au ; fluff (corniest stuff out there bruh)

➵ Word count : 3k

➵ Note : happy (belated) birthday bro @nanjaemin :’)) it’s not much at all, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway >:) chan still ur bias right? unless you swerved again... I'd still love you anyway, you rosbif :) (I even took the time to make the gif jUST for you bro look at dat poor quality)

“This town will never forget you, Elon Musk” 

You munch on a crisp, adding two more in your mouth before even swallowing it as you watch Homer and the rest of the Simpson family say goodbye to cartoon animated Elon Musk as he climbs back into his rocket, leaving the surface of Earth. Then, it’s the end of the episode and you happily hum along to the tune of Starman by David Bowie as they play it while the credits appear. 

Just as you’re swallowing, a sudden banging on your window makes you choke and you’re scared for your life for a second, thinking just maybe you’ll die because of a lousy prank someone pulled on you and you died asphyxiated by a crisp stuck in the middle of your throat while you were watching season twenty-six of The Simpsons in your — ironically — doughnut pyjamas. Maybe it’s better than to die after slipping in the shower though. 

Sitting up, you cough for a good ten seconds, eyes tearing up while the pain settles in your chest area. You finally manage to get that piece down the tunnel and take a breath in, eyes rolling back in relief. You’re saved from an untimely death, and you have the rest of your life to choke on more crisps while spending time in your pyjamas at eight at night, just like every normal person should. 

Exasperated, you still turn to your window, only to see Chan’s face stuck to it as he tries not to fall from your window border and break his legs two floors down on your dad’s freshly mowed lawn. With a sigh, you get up from your comfortable spot amongst five of your pillows you’ve set on the floor, facing the television. 

“You better have something urgent to tell or I'll push your ass until you land on it down there, accidents happen so fast” you tell him as you open your window but stand in front of him, not letting him set a foot inside. 

“Oh come on” he groans and tries to push past you, almost losing balance and you think he’s actually gonna fall off for a second and your heart skips a beat, imagining your best friend breaking his back in your garden because of you. “it’s date night” he says as he finally manages to get past you, dreading he will fall for real if he makes another unthought move. 

“It’s what night, now?” you whip around to face him as he stretches his sore legs in the middle of your room, not caring about the mud stains he’s leaving on your carpet in the slightest. 

“You know,” he grunts as he touches the tip of his feet with his hands, ass facing you (which only makes you roll your eyes), “it’s Friday night and we always hang out on Friday nights” he says as he finally starts untying his shoes, although keeping his weird position while doing the deed. 

You furrows your eyebrows and frown. “Okay, and? Since when are we calling that ‘date’ night?” 

Chan heaves a long sigh as he stands back up, putting his hands on his lower back to push his pelvis and get his bones to crack. “Since I decided it” he says and without waiting for you to comment on it, he takes his shoes off and throws himself ass first on the bunch of pillows you’ve put down for yourself earlier. “What are we watching tonight?” he casually asks as he finally spares you a glance. It’s actually more because he’s looking for the remote and of course, you have it in your hands. 

You roll your eyes and let out a curt sigh, biting the inside of your cheek. “Nothing, I have other things planned for tonight” you tell him. 

He scoffs and points at the TV and the bag of crisps laying next to him on the floor. “Like what? Watching the Simpsons all night long while eating junk food until you explode or something?” he jokes. 

He thinks he’s clever, but the corners of your lips don’t even move up a tiny bit. If anything, they turn further down, because as much as Chan said that mockingly, that’s exactly what you had planned on doing tonight. Alone. That means without him, but it’s a subtlety he seems not to understand. He’s so invasive, and all you want is to have one night to yourself while you can. Weekdays are too busy for you to do anything at night except going straight to bed, so weekends are your only occasion to turn into a giant junk food-eating slug, and for once in your life, you would actually appreciate it if Chan gave you some space. 

Space. 

A word Chan undoubtedly doesn’t know the definition to, as he just pats the spot he just made for you next to him. “Come on,” he pleads, “I’ll let you choose the movie” he says but you don’t move. 

You’re torn, because you definitely want to spend time with Chan and you can’t lie to yourself anymore, there’s definitely more to your feelings for him, not just plain friendship, but that’s exactly why you don’t want him here in your room tonight, because you can't think if he’s right next to you. And the whole ‘date night’ thing? Not helping. 

No matter how hard you want to kick him out, you can’t win a fight against the devil, and you know for sure Chan isn’t just going to accept and obediently leave you alone, because his mind is set on spending the night with you, so that’s just what he’ll get. 

You close your eyes and let out a defeated sigh. “Fine,” you comply and he instantly starts grinning, “but since you said I'm choosing, I'll pick a Ghibli movie” you add and his smile instantly disappears. 

“Please don’t make me watch that Mononoke thing again” he says with pleading eyes. You give him an evil smile, turning around to pick one of your DVDs. 

“Oh,” you say as you turn to face him again before putting it in the player, getting Chan to look at you with wide eyes, animated by a glint of curiosity paired with an ounce of fear of your next words. “you only get one bathroom break, and if you stay in there longer than five minutes I swear I will break that door down and drag your ass back in here myself, I even have my winter gloves prepared specifically for that” you smile innocently (it’s all fake though) and turn to push the DVD inside the player. 

Chan whines behind you. “Is that a way to treat the person you cherish most?” he’s being dramatic and you chuckle at his antics. 

“In your dreams, Bang” you reply, back still facing him. 

“Maybe..” he says lowly, and though you’re not supposed to hear it, you do. 

Totally (not) in control of your own mind and body though, you show no sign that you have and just turn around to sit next to Chan at a reasonable distance of about five centimetres, your mind set on keeping that between the two of you all night this time, for the sake of your own heart. You hit the ‘play’ button and watch as Porco Rosso starts playing on the screen. 

“Why are you doing this to me” he complains after barely five seconds when the movie hasn’t even started yet. You hit his chest with your left arm, using only the knuckles of your hand. 

“Will you shut up already? This one’s my favourite”

Your resolution has flown out the window not even twenty minutes into the movie after you’ve let Chan drag the pillow you’re sitting on towards him without protesting. 

You can try, but you know already your mind can’t win the fight against your heart, and you let your head fall on his shoulder while he snakes his arm around your form, pushing you further into him. You’re doing the best you can at keeping a steady breathing and a normal heart rate, but he’s not helping when he turns his head a little to have his lips brush against your forehead. 

To be honest, you’re losing it. But the storm is raging only on the inside, and all you can do to ease your pain is close your eyes and hope it’ll help make the feelings go away, somehow. 

Big mistake. It does make you focus on your breathing, helps you stabilise it and even slow it down. But it works so well that you end up falling asleep right there in his arms, lulled to sleep by the sounds of the movie playing in the background and the heat of Chan’s body pressed against yours. 

You only wake up four hours later and it’s past midnight. You want to kick your own ass when you realise what’s happened, but you can’t throw a fist at your own face right now. Chan has laid you down with him — on the floor, because your bed is a single one unfortunately — and you’re kind of stuck in his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck and you want to scream at how ticklish that makes you feel. 

You don’t move for an uncertain amount of time. It feels like hours, but barely four minutes have actually passed when you start chewing on your lip, knowing already what you’re about to do is probably — most likely — a mistake. 

Not listening to yourself, you turn around, rolling on your other side so you’re now facing him. You’ve been in similar — if not the exact same — positions with Chan countless times. And yet, this time it feels weird for you, like you shouldn’t be so close to him, like it’s wrong. 

Truth is, you think your feeling for him are wrong, because you feel like you’ve betrayed him. Friendship is definitely the purest and strongest bond two people can share, and you’ve established exactly that with him for years and years, and now you’re on the verge of blowing it because all of a sudden your dumb heart can’t behave? 

Even if you do date. You’re both young, and unless a crisp brings an end to it before you can do anything, you still have your whole lives to live. You can’t be sure you’ll stay with him for long, and you can’t stand the thought of not having him in your life. Besides, a change of relationship could most definitely impact your behaviour towards each other and make things weird between the two of you — like it sort of already has on your part. 

You’re having a life crisis, and Chan is just laying there, snoring into your face. The stress induced by all your self-questioning has made you wiggly, and your leg is actually bouncing lightly now, without you noticing. Though Chan is a quite heavy sleeper, that paired with your repetitive sighs and the fact you’ve been tossing around for fifteen minutes is enough to pull him out of his slumber, and just as you’re turning again to face away from him, he puts his hand on your arm to stop you from moving. 

“You know the bathroom’s next door if you need it, right” he grumbles in a hoarse voice. 

“I don’t need to-”

“Then, stop moving” he cuts you off. 

So you just lay there on your side, forced to face him. You sigh deeply. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, although it looks like he won’t be awake long enough to hear your answer. 

“No, n-not really” you stutter. Chan opens his eyes anyway. It takes him like what, three minutes? but he does. You can’t even believe he interrupted his sleep for you, and that only adds to your uncomfortable feeling. 

“Spill it” he just says, blinking rapidly through barely open eyes to try and stay awake. At least, long enough so you can get whatever’s bothering you out. 

You bite on your lip. “I think..” you stop yourself, changing your mind before you can say something too straightforward. You choose another way around things instead. “What if.. I had feelings... for someone and didn’t know how to tell them?” you say hesitantly. Chan’s eyes are closed again, breathing heavy, but he’s not asleep yet. 

“If it’s not me, I'll chop their legs off” he says bluntly, and in any other circumstances you would have exploded into fits of laughter at the contrast between his words and his pouty, bloated by sleep face. 

You chuckle nervously, trying to ignore the huge jump your heart just made in your chest. “Whaaa- that’s pretty gore, you got them feelings for my person or something?” you try to laugh it off and speak with a dumb accent, but regret your words as soon as they’re out of your mouth, because you can already feel the pain of what you think he’s about to say hit you, and every trace of what looks like a smile disappears from your face instantly. You try to make things right before it’s too late. “I mean-”

“Yes.” he answers, “been a while, thanks for noticing” 

Thankfully, you’re already on the floor. You can’t even register what the fuck is going on in your body and mind right now, but you’re pretty sure you’re just plain frozen. The machine just broke. 

Chan opens his eyes and looks into your wide ones. You feel the pain of heartbreak coming back quickly when you think he’s about to erupt into laughter and tell you it’s a joke. It’s like Chan is reading right through you though, because he doesn’t even let you say anything that would potentially put yourself down. 

“Do I have to kiss you to prove I'm telling the truth?” he says but it’s not even a question, because he’s gonna do it anyway, and somewhere deep inside you know he will too. 

And that’s just what he does. His eyes look down to your lips a second, and the next his lips are on yours, preventing your heart from jumping out of your chest that way. He’s so gentle, you just think you’re still dreaming and you actually never woke up in the first place. Is your whole life even real or is it just some twisted dream? Are you just going to wake up in a room with plain white walls and realise that was all your imagination? 

But you don’t. It’s been seconds, minutes, hours maybe, and you still haven’t woken up. It’s actually very real, and you finally allow yourself to kiss him back after getting over the shock of the events of the night. You’re lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, of his hand on the small of your back as he puts it there to push you even closer to him, if it’s possible. 

You pull back a few centimetres so you can renew your oxygen stock in anticipation to more of kissing his plump lips, if he allows it. Chan chuckles. 

“Nice” he just says. You’re not sure you’ve heard well. Did he just-?

You hit his chest. “Nice? Nice?? That’s it?” you gasp at his reaction. You’ve felt like exploding with butterflies right there and that’s all he has to say? 

“Hey!” he quickly defends himself, pushing your hand away so you can’t hit him anymore, “I’ve been waiting for this for years, I’m allowed to be at a loss for words too” 

You almost choke again, on your own spit (and maybe a bit of his too) this time. 

“Wha- years? Chan what the fu- why didn’t you say anything?” you attack him as your eyes are about to pop out of your face with how shocked you are. Years, he said. 

He just sighs. “Didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and I was kinda scared you would reject my ass” he explains. “does this ruin our friendship?” he asks hurriedly, a hint of worry obvious in his voice. 

Your entire self softens instantly. “No, of course not” you say. You’re sure of it. Your worries, just like his, had reasons to be, but after giving it about enough thinking, you’re about one hundred percent certain it’s just another way of seeing your relationship, like another step, something like that. Yes, a new side of the dice. 

“Oh thank god” Chan says and you giggle a little at his relieved face. He turns serious again quickly though. “Now whose legs do I have to chop off?” he half-jokes, although worry (and a dash of jealousy) are hidden carefully in the depths of his sleepy voice. 

You smile genuinely. You’re not cruel enough to make him believe it’s someone else or to tell him he can’t know, and to be true, you really just want to get it out of your chest and let him know how you feel too. 

“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about chopping anyone’s limbs off” you whisper with an airy chuckle. 

Chan quirks an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he inquires.

Saying he’s relieved, saying he’s happy, saying anything about how he’s feeling is an understatement anyway. He can’t put words on it himself. All he knows is that he’s feeling amazing, like it’s too good to be true. He’s happiest when he’s with you, and he’s happier than he’s ever been right now. It’s a feeling he doesn’t want to go away.

“It is so” you confirm. 

It’s just spreading into his limbs, settling in his body everywhere. That’s the kind of way it feels when you’re together. 

He hopes it lasts. 

(quick a/n: it’s late right now that I'm (trying) to edit this before posting it and I'm leaving at 5:30am tomorrow to work so like if there were any typos and shit that doesn’t make sense I definitely did not see it. please excuse me for that :’))

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[lovelyparkers]

sickly lovely cuddles

summary: peter visits you in the hospital! writing this for my fellow sick kids out there bc i'm in the hospital a lot and need this. to any of my chronically ill babes out there, i love u, keep fighting! and i love everyone!

warnings: hospitals, mentions of blood and needles, gtubes, ox tubes, overall fluff 1.2k+ words

peter was currently in the elevator headed to your floor in a NYC children's hospital. it was a bit far from his apartment in queens, but he would go miles to see you, especially when you were sicker than normal.

he carried a bouquet of fake flowers he got from a craft shop, because he knew real ones affected your allergies and ability to breathe. he wanted you to be happy and see that beautiful smile of yours, even if it was from fake flowers. and he even stopped in the cafeteria to get you and him cups of hot chocolate, a great replacement for your beloved coffee you oh so missed. (yes, us heart failure patients cannot even have decaf coffee! ever since my several heart disease diagnosis, i have left coffee behind and was given a hot chocolate replacement)

once he got off the elevator, he smiled, saying hi to the nurses at the nurse station and heading to your room. peter was obviously a frequented visitor and many nurses and a few doctors knew him by name.

upon reaching your door, he looked in the window to see you laying in bed watching tv. you had comfy pyjamas on and spider-man socks peter got you a few weeks ago. you had bags under your eyes and bruises on your arms from needle upon needle and IVs. you also had a grey beanie on, one that was peter's that he left here accidentally. it looked great on you.

he tapped the door with his foot to get your attention. you turned your head over slowly, expecting your nurse, but immediately peeled up when you saw peter. you smiled and waved for him to come in. he pushed the door open and set the flowers and hot cocoa on your tray table. (bruh i've run a tray table over my foot ONE TOO MANY TIMES)

"hi y/n/n," he said, calling you your favorite nickname.

"hi peter!" you said, reaching out to hug him.

he embraced you in a long and warm hug before smiling and motioned to your table, "i got you some goodies!"

"ooo what did ya get me?"

he picked up the fake flowers first, handing the neat bouquet to you.

"they are fake of course, because, ya know," he motioned to your nasal cannula, "your allergies make you breathe bad."

you laughed, adjusting the tube behind your ear, "yes, yes they do."

"andddd," he began before picking up the hot cocoa, "hot cocoa!"

"yay! gimme!"

he handed you a cup, brushing your fingers in the process.

"thank you peter," you said before taking a sip, "gosh this hospital hot chocolate hits different."

"of course, anything for you."

you smiled, both sipping your drinks.

"so, i'm gonna ask the dreaded question because that's who i am, how are you feeling today? physically? mentally? emotionally?"

you sighed, "well i had severe hypotension at 2 am and have been awake since, getting filled with meds while almost passing out isn't fun. oh and my iv is being annoying and keeps getting in the way as usual."

you pointed to the sticker and the long tube that was all over your room.

"geez i'm sorry," peter said sincerely.

"but hey," you lifted up your shirt a little bit to show your stomach, "g tube is removed!"

"yay!" peter literally screamed causing you to laugh. he knew how much you hated that darn g tube.

"but mentally and emotionally i'm doing...okay. better now that you're here."

"i'm glad," he smiled.

you took a big gulp of your steaming cocoa then started having a coughing attack because sometimes you forget to breathe when drinking.

peter stood up, rubbing your back, "you okay?"

you finished coughing and cleared your throat, giving him a thumbs up.

"yes now get in bed and cuddle with me," you demanded and adjusted the bed to yours and his liking.

"okay."

peter crawled into bed with you after kicking off his sneakers.

"watch out for my oxygen, don't wanna sit on it and make me stop breathing."

"oh my gosh," peter said shocked, he was always careful, "dont say stuff like that! you're concerning me."

you laughed, "i'm joking i'm joking! it wasn't even near your butt anyways."

you cuddled up into peter's side and watched tv together for awhile. he eventually put his arm around you which caused your heart rate to soar, sending a loud sound from your monitor and in game your nurse.

"oh gosh," you groaned.

"you okay y/n-" your nurse asked before seeing you and peter, "ooo sorry kids, hi peter."

"hi meg."

"your heart rate went up, just checking in."

"i'm fine meg, thanks," you said blushing and gesturing over to peter cuddled up with you.

"ah, i see. call me if you need me."

you waved.

peter spent the rest of the day with you, migrating from your room to the craft area, to the outside lookout. he pushed you around in a wheelchair when you felt too tired or weak. he fixed your sweater when it got caught around a tube or two. he laughed with you. and he hugged you. a lot. it seemed like stuff someone who loved you did, not just a best friend. you wondered if he liked you back. but how could he like a sick kid? you were gonna be in the hospital for awhile. he couldn't get used to that.

but oh, how he could and would. because he loved you. sick kid or not.

time was ticking towards ten pm. the time they usually kicked peter out even though visiting hours ended at eight pm. he rubbed your arm and fixed your beanie before getting out of bed.

you grabbed onto his arm, "stay?"

peter sighed and smiled sadly, "you know i cant. they kick me out at ten."

"lemme just ask meg, she won't mind if-"

"y/n, it's okay. i'll be back first thing in the morning."

"you will?"

"of course i will," he smiled, causing you to grin.

you yawned sleepily. you only stayed up this late when peter was here. usually you'd be out like a light by 7:30 or 8. but you managed when he was around.

you were still holding his hand at this point, his thumb rubbing across yours.

"love you," you whispered.

"i love you too," he whispered back.

he hesitated, then kissed you softly on the cheek.

"see you in the morning y/n/n."

"see you, pete."

he let go of your hand walking to the door before using some hand sanitizer and smiling at you.

"bye."

you smiled at him, blushing, while he left. he closed the door behind him. he peeked thru the little window on the door and blew you a kiss. you caught it and laughed. he laughed too. you waved again, and he walked away.

minutes later, you were out like a light, dreaming about that boy.

meanwhile, peter was on the phone with may, "yeah i'm on my way home...i'll be careful...ha yeah, yeah i do. i really love her."

hi guys hope u enjoyed! even my non sick ones. hope you're all healthy and happy. i love u all. know i'm here for u and don't hesitate to dm me if u need anything <3 love, your fave spoonie, juli

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The background is just me being lazy. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while (note to the people who requested wallpapers, I’m working on it!! They take a while so thank you for being patient) 💜 Listening to “god is a woman” by Arian Grande and drawing this is *chefs kiss* I mean, the song did inspire this artwork. God is a black woman 😤 I don’t know how long this took me, I’m too scared to check............ It took me eight hours, bruh (at Heaven) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDB5NVrBkmj/?igshid=f5jfumcpxzio