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wait i have a really really terrible and extremely inhumane experiment. i need to know if villagers in the nether still try to automatically sleep in beds

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original by clairetablizo

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ouhghg im just a poor little lonely tab please dont close mee.. and can i have 100 trillion friends pleasse please

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Who would’ve guessed our colonel is a memelord

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that outfit design sucks you need to add more belts that do nothing

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Computer Science major here, it's not working because the computer doesn't respect you. download viruses on it to remind it who's boss.

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— This pollen season make me uncomfortable

[ Isara Mao x f!reader ]

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Achoo!

Mao sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time that day, slumping to the floor of the practice room with a groan.

Pollen season had arrived in full force, and it wasn’t showing him any mercy. His once-diligent training was now interrupted by an endless chain of sneezes.

Beside him sat a nearly empty tissue box, his constant companion throughout the day. Whether it was during class, in the student council room, or even here in the practice room with Trickstar, Mao couldn’t seem to get a break.

“Achoo!” The sudden sneeze echoed in the room, startling Subaru, who dramatically gasped. “Sarii! Are you okay? Is this it? Are we gonna lose you?!”

“Calm down, Akehoshi,” Hokuto interrupted, gripping Subaru’s shoulders firmly before he could escalate the situation further. “It’s just hay fever. He’s not dying.”

Mao chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m fine, really. It’s just the pollen. I can handle it.”

But truthfully, he hated how much of a disturbance it was causing. His sneezing wasn’t just annoying to him—it was disrupting their practice, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Even if his friends tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, Mao couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Alright, guys,” he said with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I’ll sit this round out. You keep practicing without me.”

His teammates exchanged glances before nodding. Hokuto placed a reassuring hand on Mao’s shoulder. “Take a break, but don’t overdo it. We’ve got your back.”

Mao smiled in gratitude. He hated feeling like a burden, but moments like this reminded him how lucky he was to have teammates who genuinely understood and supported him—even through something as ridiculous as a sneeze attack.

That’s why he found himself here now, sitting on the floor of the practice room, knees pulled up to his chest as he watched his teammates go through their routine “The pollen season make me uncomfortable.”

Despite their reassurances, guilt weighed heavily on Mao. He was the only one not practicing, and that fact gnawed at him.

He sighed, resting his chin on his knees, eyes distant and unfocused. His dejected posture didn’t go unnoticed by the team.

Hokuto and the others exchanged glances, concern flashing in their expressions. Just then, the door to the practice room creaked open.

A girl stepped inside, pressing a finger to her lips to signal the team to stay quiet. Trickstar quickly caught on, nodding in understanding before they silently slipped out of the room, leaving Mao unaware of the silent exodus behind him.

The girl approached quietly, her steps light and deliberate. When she reached him, she smiled mischievously before gently covering his eyes with her hands.

“Guess who?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Mao jolted upright, startled at first before quickly relaxing as the voice registered in his mind. “Y/n?!” he blurted, turning around to confirm his suspicion.

Sure enough, there you were, smiling down at him with a playful glint in your eyes. “Bingo!” You leaned down slightly, meeting him at eye level. “I heard you were having a rough time, so I thought I’d stop by.”

Mao blinked at you, a mixture of surprise and warmth flickering across his face. “You really didn’t have to—”

“Of course I did!” you interrupted, sliding down to sit beside him. Your knowing smile softened as you added, “It’s pollen season, right?”

Mao groaned, his head dropping slightly. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” Your words hit him straight in the chest. He hated how transparent he must have been.

Deep down, he didn’t want anyone fussing over him—it wasn’t fair for someone to worry about such a small thing.

But you were prepared for his resistance, having known him long enough to expect this reaction. Seeing him sulk like this made you both fond and concerned.

You reached over to poke his cheek, causing him to flinch and glance your way.

“Hey,” you said, locking your gaze on his, “sometimes you’ve gotta let people help you out.” You pointed at yourself with confidence, your grin spreading wider. “And that someone can be me!”

Mao’s groan gave way to a chuckle as he shook his head, an almost sheepish look overtaking his face. “You really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

Before you could respond, he suddenly looked away, letting out a loud sneeze that startled both of you.

Instinctively, you leaned closer, concern etched across your face, but he quickly waved it off with a dismissive hand.

“Really, it’s nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his red nose betrayed him.

You let out an exasperated sigh at his stubbornness before making a decision. Gently, you reached out, taking his head in your hands, and lowered it onto your lap.

Mao instantly tensed, his face burning as he practically shot up in alarm. “W-what are you doing?!” he stammered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and panic.

“You need to rest,” you said matter-of-factly, your gaze firm but warm. “And if I just suggested it, you’d refuse, so I’ve decided to take action.” A soft smile tugged at your lips as you met his wide, flustered green eyes.

Mao groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face, as if doing so would hide how red his cheeks had gotten. “Y-you’re unbelievable…” he muttered, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Though clearly defeated, he made no move to pull away, eventually letting out a resigned sigh.

The warmth of your lap and your calming presence slowly began to ease the tension in his body, even as the blush refused to leave his cheeks.

You gently caressed his hair, your fingers brushing through the soft strands as you unfastened his signature yellow hair clip, setting it down beside you. “Rest now,” you said softly, humming a soothing tune. “You’ll be fine.”

To your surprise, Mao’s large hand slipped up to intertwine with yours. The sudden gesture made your breath hitch for a moment, but before you could say anything, he murmured, “What about your class?”

You chuckled quietly, giving his forehead a light poke with your free hand. “My classes are already over, so don’t worry about me,” you reassured him. Mao let out a small laugh, his eyes softening before they fluttered closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

You let out a relieved sigh as his breathing slowed, signaling he’d given in to sleep. Glancing at the tissue box next to you, you noticed only a single sheet remained.

Carefully, you pulled it out and leaned forward, dabbing at his nose with a gentle touch, ensuring he looked as comfortable as possible.

Just as you finished, movement caught your eye at the door. Mao’s teammates, peeking through the crack, were joined by Anzu, their producer, all trying (and failing) to stifle their grins. You put a finger to your lips, gesturing for them to come in quietly.

They tiptoed into the room, gathering around you as if it were a sacred moment. Sitting in a loose circle, they exchanged knowing looks and hushed whispers, doing their best not to disturb their overwork friend.

Even in sleep, Mao seemed blissfully unaware of the silent admiration and teasing smiles forming around him.

For now, surrounded by friends and you at his side, the violet-red haired boy could finally rest.

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malls are dying because they don't have blacksmith, apothecary, alehouse or peddler's

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Notable of course how in romance scenes Gale only ever seems confident at all when the Weave is involved, and becomes noticeably more insecure and self deprecating whenever something romantic is happening in, sorry I was about to call it "meatspace". The mortal plane or whatever.

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Notable of course how in romance scenes Gale only ever seems confident at all when the Weave is involved, and becomes noticeably more insecure and self deprecating whenever something romantic is happening in, sorry I was about to call it "meatspace". The mortal plane or whatever.

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sorry i can't come to the phone right now i bought bg3

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THE CONCEPT OF THE SONG IS SO FUNNY IS IT EVEN A SONG ANYMORE I'M LAUGHING???

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These are stamps you might get on your homework in a Japanese elementary school. I love how relentlessly optimistic they are. From left to right:

really good job

good job

you tried

let's try

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this is me if you even care