#i've been fighting writer's block tho so... it might be a bit ':]

[crow-talks-hockey]

Do I Wanna Know? - an 829 fic from both Nate and Cale's POV (pt 2) [slowburn into established relationship]

Cale had been the first to see it happen. They’d been playing at home against the Knights when Nate had won a puck battle in their end. Nate had flung it out of their end and to Cale the world had become slow. He barely even registered whose number it was, all he saw was Nate crumpling to the ice as whoever it was crushed him into the boards. The sound of the whistles filled Cale’s ears and he noticed Landy was already skating, gloves dropped, towards the Knights player. Cale was at Nate’s side within moments, kneeling beside him and shielding him a bit from where the scrum was happening. “Nate you have to move,” Cale whispered urgently, the forward only groaned in response, “Nate.”

Cale shoved the scrum away from Nate completely, standing only momentarily to shove a couple Knights players out of the way. “Hey! Get the fuck back can't you see he's hurt?” barked Cale, and they skated away. 

Cale dropped back down beside Nate, calling for a medic. He shoved the spark of rage that ran through him away, fighting wasn’t going to help. He should stay beside Nate. “That dirty bastard,” Nate cursed through gritted teeth, his face contorted with pain.

The medic rushed up to Nate, who was trying to sit up a bit on his elbow. Cale gave him a tap on the back and listened carefully to the questions being asked as he stood up and skated back to give them room. Cale hadn’t even noticed the scrum was over, hell, he barely registered that this was a game at all. Every ounce of his focus and concern was on Nate. He felt Landy give him a reassuring bump. “He’ll be alright,” Landy said, his hair mussed from the fight, his lip bleeding a bit.

“I know… are you good?”

“Oh, yeah. I think he had it a lot worse,” Landy pointed out with a smug glance at the battered, shouting Knights player. Landy dipped his head his way, giving him a I-beat-you-bad-and-you-know-it look before facing Cale again.

Cale laughed despite the ache in his chest. “That’s good. We’re gonna kick his ass the rest of the night, right?”

“Definitely,” agreed Landy with a solemn nod and he began tapping his stick on the ice.

Nate was finally to his feet, helped by the medic. He scowled and leaned in on himself slightly and the Cale motioned for the medic to give Nate to him. Nate flung his arm across Cale’s shoulder with a huff and let his weight rest on him. Cale smiled a bit. “You gonna be alright?”

“Sure. It’s just a broken bone or so,” Nate replied sarcastically. “I hate that I’m going to miss more time because of some stupid injury again. You better drop your gloves with him for me. A real boyfriend would,” stated Nate with a pained smile.

Cale rolled his eyes. “You’re insufferable… I would, but I think he’s gonna get suspended for that. I can do you the favor of helping us win, is that good enough for you?”

Nate contemplated for a few moments, he leaned on the boards as they’d made it to the bench. Cale watched him with fond sadness. It hurt to see Nate get injured again. Players had a bad habit of targeting him like that. “Fine.”

Nate was led through the bench door and Cale followed. Nate leaned on the wall and motioned for the medic to step away and go ahead, insisting he could get back on his own. He grabbed Cale’s wrist and rubbed his thumb over it with a small smile. He grabbed his side with his other hand and Cale felt a pang of pity for him. “Thanks for keeping me away from the scrum, by the way.”

“Yeah, no problem, Nate. I’ll play like hell for you out there.”

Nate nodded, and said, “I know you will. I’ll see you at home.”

Cale watched as Nate made his way down the tunnel and murmured to himself, “Yeah, see you there…”

From then Cale’s attention was mostly on the game at hand. His mind was blessedly clear of worry for Nate, as he seemed pretty good. Nate was tough, and a fast healer. He’d be back on the ice before Cale knew it. It helped that they’d beaten Vegas, too. There’d been plenty of intensity, as Nate had gotten hit in the first period and that gave them plenty of time to stew on it. Cale had even hit a bit, and it’d taken a lot of his willpower to not drop his gloves in the blink of an eye. He’d leave that job to Landy;  who’d started another scrum and when Vegas had began one he’d been the one to finish it.

Cale had been happy to leave the eccentric Ball Arena, though. He didn’t bother hiding it, at this point the team had been well aware of him and Nate for months now— they were getting close to their one year anniversary, actually— and Cale had been the first to leave the locker room. He’d headed home immediately, eager to check up on Nate. He pulled into the driveway, finishing up one of the snacks that he carried in his car as he grabbed his water and made his way to the door, keys in hand. Cale quickly snagged a Biosteel from the fridge before coming into their living room where Nate was curled up on the couch. He was in sweats, wrapped up in a blanket, and shirtless with bandages around his chest. Tea sat steaming beside him and Cale felt warmth bloom in his chest. 

Nate was never like this around other people. This gift was reserved for Cale only, a sign that Nate trusted Cale and was comfortable around him. Here in this house, Nate was fully himself. All gruff, tired, and kind six feet of him. Cale appreciated it more than Nate knew. He took a seat beside the forward. “How are you?”

Nate shrugged. “I’m alright. Fractured a couple ribs, I should be back by the end of the month or the start of the next hopefully.”

Cale nodded and leaned softly on Nate’s shoulder. He winced a bit but didn’t ask Cale to move. Nate shifted around and relaxed comfortably after a few moments. He messed with Cale’s hair absently. Cale loved the quiet moments like this. Nate could be a loud and passionate person, but around Cale he didn’t need to be speaking to show that same passion. Here, Nate could show affection with silence. He knew Cale liked it, knew that for him silence sometimes spoke better than words ever could. Cale wasn’t a big talker, he was short and sweet in his words, and he was never the one to speak when he didn’t feel like saying anything. So Nate had never pushed Cale for anything, it was nice. Now, they lay in the quiet, tiredness seeping into Cale’s soul.

Nate was tickling Cale’s back slowly when he spoke again, “You should go to bed.”

“I haven’t finished my drink.”

“Yeah, you haven’t even touched it, though. I can put it in the fridge for you to have tomorrow. If that’s really the reason you aren’t going to bed, that is.”

“Noooo,” Cale murmured. “Not just that.”

Nate smiled with a knowing nod. “That’s what I thought. I won’t be far behind if that’s what you’re asking. We can cuddle there.”

Cale didn’t move. “You’re such a liar, you’d never wake me back up,” he said into Nate’s warm skin, clinging to Nate’s blanket even tighter when Nate attempted to get Cale to move.

“How many minutes did you even play?”

Cale sighed, rolling his eyes. The unavoidable question in situations like this had finally come up. He sat up grumpily. “About thirty.”

Nate gave him a victorious and prideful look and he pointed out, “Exactly.”

Cale stood and crossed his arms. “If I’m going to bed, so are you.”

“Of course,” Nate agreed, even though they both know that Cale would immediately black out and Nate would be up well into the night on his phone. It was the banter they went through every night. Nate would fight to stay in the living room, Cale would fight to bring him to their room so he could fall asleep in Nate’s hold. So far, Cale hadn’t lost once.

So Nate stood, throwing off his blanket and kissing Cale’s forehead gently. He went ahead into the kitchen, Cale’s untouched Biosteel in hand just as he’d promised. God, Cale loved that man. He fell to sleep almost immediately, warm and comfortable as Nate played with his hair. Life was quiet. Life was good.

~~~

Nate hadn’t known what to do without Cale around. He couldn’t skate or be active, not with his ribs in the condition they were in. So, Nate had been awfully bored. Day in and day out he spent waiting for Cale to come home from practice. He spent time playing games on his console, scrolling lazily through Twitter, but all of the things he distracted himself with got boring. The only routine he had was physical therapy, but even that was monotonous. He’d done this many times before, but it was a lot worse now that he was used to being around Cale a lot. He hated the days when he knew Cale wouldn’t be home because they were on the road. He hated watching games, not playing in them. He missed the ice.

Cale had been steadfast as ever through it all. It was calming, having him so confident and collected. When Nate was scatterbrained and searching for things to do, Cale made the logical calls. If Nate was bored, Cale would easily point out the most obvious options like cleaning something, going for a walk, or even cooking— which Nate was notoriously terrible at. When Nate had objected to cooking, Cale had simply said it took practice and Nate had been unable to argue back. Cale was like that, so brutally and perfectly honest that he was left with no lingering thoughts or questions.

Nate had become infinitely clingier, too. He wanted to be around Cale for as long as he could when Cale was home, following him around constantly. Cale didn’t seem to mind, he never had. Maybe he liked it, being sought after so much. It wasn’t arrogant, but Nate knew that Cale liked being appreciated like that. And that wasn’t even mentioning how much more… intense Nate was getting. It was similar to when Cale and Nate had been secretive. When Nate couldn’t express himself completely and fully twenty-four-seven, it led to overflow at home. It was a good overflow, though. Cale might try to hide it, but Nate knew him well enough to understand that Cale was feeling the same way, too. Touches were more frequent and long, kisses were more passionate, every word became laced with longing. 

Cale had finally gotten a day off after a road trip one night, and the two were able to have time together for the first time in over a week. Nate had honestly been surprised when he’d come heavily down the stairs only to find Cale at their dining room table, eating a bagel with cream cheese on it and sipping occasionally on his coffee. He’d looked up casually, smiling as he took in Nate whose hair was mussed out of control, blanket flung lazily around his shoulders, eyes squinted from the morning light. “Hey,” greeted Cale.

Nate blinked slowly, peering at Cale skeptically. Was he missing something, or was he just bone dead tired? He pointed towards Cale absently. “You… have the day off?” he drawled tiredly.

“Yeah,” began Cale as he stretched back in his seat and yawned. “Jared said I could take a day with no practice, to help regenerate some of my strength from the road trip. I’d have been stupid to miss out on my chance to be around you. I’ve missed you.”

Nate’s expression crumpled into pure, tired joy, his cheeks warming slightly. Cale watched him, eyes glinting with affection. Nate waddled over and took a seat beside Cale, reaching forward to rest his hand along Cale’s peach-fuzz jawline. He watched him for a few moments before leaning in and giving Cale a I-missed-you-too kiss. Cale practically melted into it, and Nate felt him relax comfortably. Nate wouldn’t describe this as aggressive, just… longing. Cale had been away too long. Cale gently pushed him away. “Breakfast is on the counter, one of those liquid IVs, too.”

Nate grinned and ditched his blanket, snagging his food and returning to the table. Nate felt a stab of appreciation as he noticed Cale had made his favorite kind of omelet. He mixed the liquid IV a bit more before taking a long drink of it and setting it down again. Cale’s hand strayed to his, and Nate was quick to interlock his fingers with Cale’s. Nate closed his eyes with a smile, the silence for once comfortable. Cale stood after a few minutes and took his plate into the kitchen, putting it in the dishwasher as he asked, “What do you want to do today? I’d offer to take you to skate, but, we all know how that would go. Is there anything you were thinking about doing?”

Nate shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting you to be home, so, I don’t know. I could ask Shawn if he thinks I’m about ready to skate again, if you wanted.”

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Cale asked plainly.

Nate stared at him, unimpressed. “Of course I think I’m ready. I always do, and then I ask him and he tells me no. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Cale strode back to Nate, bending over to rest his arms across Nate’s chest as he laid his face gently into Nate’s hair. Nate grabbed one of Cale’s hands and traced along his knuckles faintly. “You could try asking again,” whispered Cale. “Only if you think you’re really ready, though. Don’t do this just because you’re trying to impress me, we can find something else to do if you aren’t up for it.”

Nate rolled back his shoulders contemplatively, testing how his ribs felt as they flexed and moved. There was a dull stab of pain, but nothing really major. He tilted his head to the side in thought and Cale stepped away, taking his seat beside Nate again. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted Shawn. Luckily for them, he was a quick responder. Nate grinned and faced Cale, eyes glistening with childish excitement. Should he feel this good about it? Probably not, but still he jumped to his feet and snatched his keys off of the counter. “Let’s go,” he beckoned.

Nate grabbed Cale by his arm and heaved him up. Cale was smiling faintly, speculatively. He raised a brow and gave him a knowing look. Nate looked around wildly. “What?”

“Do you think you might be missing something?”

Nate paused. Oh… yeah,  he realized, shirt. Shoes. Hoodie… He should probably get ready first. Nate smiled a bit sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. He hesitated. “It’d make the skate all the more interesting if I just went like this…”

Cale gave him a swift, light punch to his bicep before pulling him forward and giving him a short kiss. “We could at least try to be civil. Now go get a shirt on, I’ll be in the car.”

Nate shook his head but made his way upstairs anyway. Cale got what he wanted. Nate shuffled through his closet, throwing on a plain tee before putting on his socks and shoes. Cale was in the passenger seat when he got in the car and Nate laughed. “Can’t believe you’re making the injured man drive,” he sighed as he turned the keys in the ignition. “Unbelievable, Cale. And to think I thought you loved me.”

“Oh shut up, your legs aren’t broken,” Cale retorted as he clicked in his seatbelt and stared out the window. 

Nate loved this side of Cale. The quirky, lighthearted side of him that made him crack sarcastic jokes that he finally didn’t feel guilty about. After some time, the rest of the team had gotten to know this, but Nate had been one of the first to stop brushing Cale off as just as awkward and quiet as he seemed. Cale was intense in his own way, like the deep cold of icy waters compared to the forest-fire heat Nate had. Cale was also expressive in his own way. He was subtle, yet effective. It had taken Nate all too long to figure that out. Part of him was still jealous at how easily someone like Gabe could pick people apart, but maybe that came with being captain for so long. 

Nate blinked, snapped from his thoughts by the abrupt cutting of the car’s engine. He’d barely even noticed that he’d been driving (which was probably not the best thing in hindsight). He mechanically took his keys out of the ignition and got out of the car, hand resting on the door as he hesitated closing it. Cale watched him from over the roof, eyes squinted in the sun, head tilted at a curious angle. “You alright, Nate?”

Nate closed the door, and walked up beside Cale. He ran his hand through his hair absently and shrugged off the Denver chill. He nodded, lips pursed. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

Cale took Nate’s hand in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Nate smiled faintly. Cale’s cheeks were already pinked with the cold, but Nate didn’t fail to notice how much deeper they got as Nate interlocked their fingers together. He playfully bumped Cale away and the defenseman returned the favor with a laugh. Nate sped up slightly, jogging ahead to open the door to Ball Arena for Cale. Nate bowed jokingly and Cale shook his head. “You’re a dork,” he said as he came through the door.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Nate retorted, not bothering to appear falsely offended like usual. They were alone here, after all.

Cale threw back his head in laughter and they made their way to the locker room to put on their skates. After a few minutes Nate was going through the tunnel, ready to set foot on the ice for the first time in three weeks. Shawn was standing there patiently, he looked up from his phone, visibly noting that Cale was there. “Do you want me out there with you?”

Nate looked towards Cale with a smile. “No. You’re good.”

“Alright,” Shawn replied and patted Nate’s shoulder, “take it easy. If you feel like you need to stop, do it. Go slow.”

Nate nodded and watched him go. Cale went ahead of him and Nate closed his eyes with a grin as he heard skates cutting through the ice. He’d almost forgotten how much he’d loved those noises. He stepped forward, slow to get his stand on the ice. It felt surprisingly good. Cale was watching him closely. Nate dug in his heels and strided forward, the confidence he had on skates so stark in comparison to walking. God, he’d missed this. Cale smiled brightly as Nate skated closer and pulled him in for an embrace. Nate clung to the fabric of Cale’s hoodie and breathed in the fresh, clean smell of it.  He felt Cale’s hand  at the back of his neck, his fingers brushing through the short, brindle hairs. The boards rattled a bit as Cale hit them, Nate had been unaware that they were even skating back.

Nate pulled away a bit, he could hear Cale breathing. His cheeks were deep pink, and Nate was so close he could see the specks of hazel in his blue eyes. The rink was quiet, it was just them. Here in this moment, together. “How do you feel?” Cale asked, precautionary.

“Great,” Nate breathed, “... perfect, actually.”

 “Then let’s do what we came here for; skate.”

So they did, and after a few long minutes of getting his body used to it, Nate was skating almost like normal. Nate felt light with relief. He’d longed for the ice ever since he got injured, and he was finally back. Well, in some way. He kept a steady pace for the better part of an hour, but he could feel his body tiring. Nate shoved the dull sting in his ribs away, and Cale didn’t seem to notice. Not until he’d seen Nate wincing as he skated to where their water was. 

“Nate,” Cale had begun firmly.

Nate took a drink, leaning into himself a bit. He looked at Cale with his most reassuring smile, but the defenseman was unimpressed to say the least. Nate jumped up and sat on the edge of the boards where the bench was. Cale was eyeing him intently, silently imploring him to say the words Nate hated to say. They stayed in silence for another few tense moments, but eventually Nate finally gave in. Nate sighed, Cale got what Cale wanted. Maybe he should be more stubborn. “Let’s stop,” he admitted. Cale remained loss-less.

Cale nodded and uncrossed his arms. For a moment, Nate felt like a kid again, being scolded for staying out on the ice too late and missing dinner. A wave of nostalgia hit him; all the memories of the dock and the rusty net at home that were long since in need of replacement. Of buying posters of Sid and of the pride he felt over sharing the same hometown as his idol. Of begging his dad to go out and use the hose to renew the ice just so he could keep skating. He’d come so far, but standing here, skating for the first time in weeks, Nate couldn’t help but feel like that little kid again. The one who’d only wanted to live up to what his idol had been, and the one who’d always felt like it’d never happen. Hell, he still felt that way and somehow, despite everything, Nate couldn’t seem to shake it off and maybe he never would. 

Maybe Nate was too harsh on himself. Too self-critical to see how far he’d really come. Nate might be competitive and aggressive on the ice, but he didn’t want to boast. Because to him, every step was not far enough, every mile too short. That’s seemingly how it’d been. People loved to put him on this pedestal, but could they really mean it when they said he was better than someone like McDavid? When they sang his praises, did they all really believe he was as great as Ovi, or as stellar as Sid had always been and still was? Of course not. 

Yet, there was still time, wasn’t there? Sid had come into the league red hot, a shining first pick like Nate that was burdened with expectations. How could Nate sit here and say he wasn’t good enough when Sid had taught him better? He couldn’t. Especially not when he was here, right now, loved and accepted for who he was. Cale had shown him that even better than Sid ever had. Between late-night embraces, early morning omelets, and afternoons spent simply existing together, Nate knew that his own expectations for himself didn’t mean anything. He had Cale, and Cale believed that Nate was perfect just the way he was. That was enough. Cale, honest and compassionate, was enough. Nate himself was enough.

[4channerguy]

Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[strugglingatart]

Jr Year ep 3

This is me live blogging bc I need to get thoughts out also would love fandom friends full spoilers bellow the cut just so no one accidentally reads anything they don’t want to this will be long

EX GIRLFRIEND I will legit fight Brennan why did we at least not see it....

btw me saying I will fight brennan is mostly a joke like I get why we made all these changes, I don't actually love everything but I do trust all these people enough that it will serve the story and play out great

Immediately clocking the fairy festival (Frosty whatever it is I'm so sorry Brenan says it and then it's immediately out of my head) connection we love

love love looove the aguefort projections, so many Arthur statues!

Riz's manic energy is such a vibe, not exactly healthy but a vibe I get

the astral realm where all the dead gods go

lowkey love that Gorgug and Fabian are solid like the boys lowkey play them so dumb but that's just teenage boys for ya (also thought maybe Fabian would be in less trouble but still some so this makes my anxiety relax a bit, only issues we already knew off)

Actually for the wizards I'm really chill is an A+ and also probably true sentence

ah the answer I needed about Fig's multiclass

Ah the society of shadows again, and a college for sad alone adventureres lol

their record is bad but it should be worse when talking about the one person sports team is SO FUNNY to me

the friends bit is so good, everythig about it, all the laughing, Emily failing intentionally, Ally letting it work even tho it shouldn't, perfection

Lydia still making half orc meals we love and stan

Adaine-Riz friendship is SO IMPORTANT to me

the sibbling energy our girls have are amazing

the Thisstlesprings will literally just go into sex ed and Gorgug's reaction is gold everytime

"Can I run from you?" LMAO

ok I'm getting the silly energy they were talking about now

listennnn we are gonna get into Gorgug isn't a good barbarian according to his teacher again aren't we? it's why it wasn't pre approved? I will fight this teacher he literally saved the world twice as mostly a barbarian let him be a chill barbarian

WHY DID GILLEAR NOT TALK TO FIG

yes Fabian make Fig go to class

yay new lunch lad

also I legit thought the time quangle was just an explain continuity errors away and also get rid of the agueforts who break encounters thing but it might be related to the plot now that it's come back up in the recap and in the intercom in story

Fig has Gillear's luck confirmed ok

Zac's physical comedy continues to be SO GOOD

the sillies really are here I'm laughing so much

straight away this lady is insane

four different dogs is such a good burn, love agro Kristen

do not trust this people at all

ohhh skullcleaver, Katya's aunt? cousin? I don't recall the seven mentioning that

listen Fabian's house being party house is lowkey dangerous

Kristen being a disaster gay even when trying to help friends flirt is a mood and a half

ooohh I like mazey

don't trust the attomaton tbh

also yes I just thought of this now so it's late but going back to Kipperlilly whatever her name is, like homegirl can't make big institutional changes youre class president not on staff

rules always being followed to the letter is tbh scary there has to be room for interpretation, perfect order doesn't exist

YES PLOT love how it's already too much bc mood and "yeah I cannot think about that right now" and "embodyment of writers block" oh this season is gonna continue to hit me in the face

Wanda Childa is wild

she was a turncoat, more importantly she was a mirror

why is Ally's hey girlie voice so terrifying

fully forgot porter was the barbarian teacher and I will fight porter LET GORGUG MULTICLASS...

aaaa I'm going into a worry is here, legit thought it was gonna be in battle but I love Gorgug's energy here bc I've been there where you do things kinda nontraditional way and have teachers make the achivements sound so much worse just bc i didn't get there through the path they wanted me to take

love terpsichore immediately

they get 30's fairly often now we love level 10

fabian is such an arsty kid at heart and always was like Lou wanted to make a jock maybe but never did

listen trashbag sandwich is worrying but it was indeed fine

I get that Riz is type A but he is the non annoying kind

homegirl who desn't like technicalities and ppl gettign away with stuff got out in one huh? also I have no idea what that means the teacher found her? what?

Jawbone I love you and also I worry about how much I relate to Riz

I so hate this girl I'm with Adaine, she's the worst we've had

oh no the Applebee's

ok so I have a huge like essay somewhere about both why I don't like how Kristen is dealing with Cassandra but also how I 10000% understand her as someone who abandoned religion but was then forced to still be in similar roles and religious enviornments after that somewher in my head buut also who cares but just know it exists

omg Bucky giving her a hug I cry

Kristen is not doing well but that was actually a pretty good parental confrontation tbh I'm proud

oh damn poor Adaine I'm sosorry my dear you don't deserve this

Brennan really went you know what? we are not having your wildness work for you this time Emily, your shit is catching up to you

yay fig went to class finally

we got SO many designs with all the teachers and such and they are all so great

oh nooo Kristeeen, each step I take the step behind me vanishes is such a raw ass line like this poor teenager is legit so lost like someone help her please (also that was a relatable little monologue.. am I ok?)

love the cleric teacher a lot

ok but i love cassandra alright twilight, mystery and doubt are such a cool ass domain you can sell it and embrace it Kristen I belive in youuuu

but also again: a good ass teacher

awn I love that they're back in the forest

again Siobhan promised no taers and I have cried twice now maybe three times in three eps??? rude af

the bad kids should've helped with the whole Cassandra stuff I just realised I'm so sorry

oh shit not Kalina again.... I feel like i got stabbed in the heart

oh I am sooo pumped for next ep!!!!!

[nothing-to-see-around-here]

This is in Philza's pov tho- But I will post Techno's pov later!! It's longer than this-

This was kinda rushed because I have a bit of a writer block, hope you still like it tho! _

Philza is pacing in circles inside their training arena, Technoblade nowhere to be found. He's worried to say the least, he knows they had a fight but their problems are normally resolved after a good sparring session, mainly because they get to beat each other's asses.

Technoblade has also been away for far longer than he was supposed to, but this time there's no will or an stasis chamber ready.

So, he's fucking worried.

After what feels like an eternity, six hours, Philza finally goes out to search for him. He probably is just getting worried for nothing, Techno, just like him, is known to sometimes forget track of time when he's busy with something like grinding materials.

Philza changes into his travelling clothes, walking towards the nether portal to go to the community house.

- He walks down the prime path, first he goes towards Tommy's house. It's not often that it happens but the piglin might have visited him, he finds nothing. Then he keeps walking to the Skephalo's hotel, maybe perhaps Techno went to visit Skeppy?? But, unsurprisingly, nothing again. Then he goes to Eret's castle to ask if they saw Techno.

His eyes open wide when he hears from Eret that Techno was around the crater of where the unfinished symphony used to be.

He immediately says his goodbyes and almost runs there.

Techno only ever goes there if he is contemplating, a small tradition he started after feeling guilty for his fallout with Tommy. Which makes him even more worried-

Did the piglin thought they were having a fallout too?? Did he go there because he felt guilty of their fight...?

Once he reaches the crater, he let's out a sigh of relief as he sees Technoblade staring down the massive hole. He approaches with a concerned look, he really wants to hug the piglin right now and forget their dumb fight.

But he doesn't, leaving some distance in case Techno still needs it.

"M-Mate? Are you okey...?" Philza calls out with a nervous tone. "I-I'm sorry if I upset you that badly, Techno." He says as if he was walking on eggshells.

Which, he kinda was-

Even as Techno was feared and powerful, the piglin had surprisingly very sensitive feelings when it came to things like this.

"Heh?" Technoblade says as he turns around, giving Philza a confused look. "Uh... Hallo? How do you know my name? That's kinda weird, guy I've never seen before."

Philza's eyebrows furrows at the question, was Technoblade really going to act dumb?

"Technoblade. I was worried. This is not the moment for you to be joking around." Philza says as he crosses his arms.

"Who are you??" The piglin keeps going, making Philza want to punch him.

Philza stomps away as he let's out a loud and frustrated chirp. Fine, if the piglin wants to act like an idiot then so be it!

Technoblade can be so irritatingly stubborn sometimes, this doesn't surprises Philza...

...But it does feel odd, did he really anger Technoblade that much...?

He didn't think this fight was that big...

Maybe he should've been more careful with his words, maybe he should've thought more about what he said, maybe he wasn't even in the right to be angry, maybe Technoblade was going to kick him out, maybe he would just never come back, maybe they were going to never talk to eachother again.... Maybe...

ALRIGHT!

He needs to sleep.

As he goes back to his house, he takes a moment to take in Techno's cabin.

The piglin's fireplace is no longer lit, no smoke coming from the roof, the house is completely dark. The only ones inside being Edward and the foxes, probably Steve and Floof too.

Techno and his weird way of naming... he thinks for a moment as he lets out a soft giggle. But he quickly pushes down the fondness and let's out an annoyed huff instead.

Techno... That moment earlier was weird, he doesn't remember when even was the last time they had a fight like this... And the piglin to just act like they didn't know each other... It hurt-

He takes a deep breath as he lays down on his nest once he enters his house and gets to the attic, wrapping his wings around himself. Today was cold...

...Maybe because it's been a while since he slept without a certain piglin next to him.

Maybe AU where did Techno lose his memory?

Sorry for mistakes 🙏🏻Englis is not mine langauge🤧

Hm... I'll admit I'm not the biggest fan on it, but that's because how they're written in a way where everyone besides the person that lost their memory knows they don't remember anymore... And I guess it doesn't interest me.

On the other hand, it would be really cool if it was written from Techno's POV, with him as an unreliable narrator. Here, realizing that he forgot would be a culmination point of the story. It could be an element of some bigger AU, some alternate universe which influences everyone's dynamics with each other and makes them a bit different from DSMP's canon. Maybe it could be a huge misunderstanding, where he completely forgot the falling out he had with Phil, and the other never realizes Techno has amnesia - instead he thinks he's ignoring their falling out on purpose etc., while Techno is out there really wanting to learn more of this guy he just met! And Phil, well, he gives in. They could never really be separated from each other.

And don't worry about making mistakes. This is how we learn. :)