#😭😭😭sounds so stupid but i love green okay

[teddybeartoji]

HIIII SWEETHEARTS<333 i hope everybody is having a sunny little morning or afternoon or if ur sleeping then i hope ur having the sweeeeetest dreams<3333 i'm sorry i didn't read anything yesterday i was so sleepy after staying up so late for the oscars😭😭 it's super sunny today so i think i'll go on a walk and maybe read a little in the park hihihi and then when i come back i can grt back to the Real reading MWAHHHH LOVE UU

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Numbers Game ~ Part 19

Not a Sound

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 3885

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Summary: You reveal your secret.

Author's Note: Thank you soo much for all of the support and encouragement, especially with the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one! 😭💜🙏🏼 (BIG DRAMA & EMOTIONS WARNING)

Alternate POV Symbols:

🌲 ~ Flashbacks from Reader's Past | 🐊 ~ Crocodile | 🗡 ~ Mihawk | 🤡 ~ Buggy | 🔴 ~ Shanks | (These symbols will bracket sections to denote the POV shift)

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, PIV Sex, Hair-Pulling, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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“Can I have a drink?”

Four powerful pirates blinked at you. 

It was strange to be on this side of the coffee table. Buggy sat in your spot on the couch between the other leaders of the Guild, while Shanks had pulled up a chair beside Crocodile.

Your green, velvet chair felt like an examination table. Like you were under a microscope, about to get chopped into tiny pieces to be studied. 

Buggy had clung to you all morning, barely going a moment without touching you during breakfast. You were grateful he hadn’t tried to feed you any fruit. That thought sent your eyes flicking toward the red haired pirate, more bile climbing up your throat. Buggy’s floating hand rested on yours while they all stared, but you couldn’t get yourself to hold onto it. 

“What would you like to–”

“I’ll get it,” you jumped up, cutting Mihawk off, and leaving Buggy’s hand to float alone when you pushed it away to stand. The little bar felt like miles away, and you grabbed the first thing you could see. Crocodile’s stinky scotch in its pretty crystal bottle. You poured a heaping glass, vaguely hearing a reaction from the couch before you chugged the burning liquor.

“What the fuck, baby?”

“Y/N, stop!”

“Don’t— rabbit!”

The three of them surrounded you, snagging the bottle and empty glass from your hands too late while you coughed from that toxic, liquid fire. Crocodile got to you first, kneeling out from the sand at your feet to grab your flushed face, wiping away the stinging tears that you knew wouldn’t be the last. 

“Sweetheart, why–”

“Sweetheart,” you choked out, the sound a mix between a laugh and a sob. “Gods, I’m sorry, I– fuck.” 

The looks on their faces made you want to scream. You rubbed your eyes with the meat of your palms, trying to be less fucking pathetic. 

“Drink, love,” Mihawk soothed, holding a glass of water to your lips. 

“We’re right here, star,” Buggy whispered as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s okay,” Crocodile promised, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re our Numbers Girl, no matter what. Alright?”

Your body slumped, nodding as you let them guide you back under that microscope. Shanks was staring at you, but nothing meant anything anymore, so you didn’t bother to study his face. 

They let you sit there. Time was empty. It could have been minutes or years before you finally mustered up the energy to ruin everything.

“I’m fucking stupid,” you announced with a sharp laugh, feeling insane. 

Maybe I am. Maybe he did put me away. 

“Don’t talk like tha–”

“What do you mean, sweet girl?”

“You.” 

Growling at your scarred lover, confessions, and a suicidal accusation flowed through your body, spilling out through your eyes and lips. 

“You were going to kill us if I wasn’t useful. I could have been free, but I… I called those people for you.”

Crocodile’s face was as cold and unmoving as stone, a cliff you could leap off of. 

If only you could have stopped. No one said a word, but the energy was already rolling through you, destroying everything, your throat still raw from that fucking scotch. 

“I was an idiot. I was fucking kidding myself thinking I could wait, thinking I could have a few more days.” Your manic laughter turned to pain, a sob hitting your last words. 

Glancing up at the couch, you saw your three men clenching their jaws. Crocodile’s arm was wrapped around Buggy, that large hand digging into Mihawk’s shoulder, while Mihawk had grabbed Buggy’s floating hand, gripping it in his own lap before it could fly to you. 

“There’s no way I could hide it. Someone at the party will say it…”

“Say what,” Buggy rasped after a long moment. 

Your eyes poured over your men one more time before it was over. 

“My name.”

Everyone paused, and you remembered Shanks was there. His face was a mask, unreadable, and you were grateful for another reason to ignore it. 

“Are you saying that your name is a lie,” Crocodile asked in a dangerous purr. 

“No. None of you ever asked what my last name was,” you pointed out, then laughed as you looked between them. “I guess pirates don’t really care about last names.”

The laughter died in your throat, tears streaming now in your moment of defeat. 

“What’s your name,” Mihawk asked, his voice more gentle than you’d ever heard. 

It’s over. 

“Y/N Sylvad.”

…

…

…

“Like the wood company?”

You clamped your hands over your mouth, the shock of laughter that burst through you at Buggy’s confused face, his cute question, almost had you believing it would be alright. 

But the other men in the room shifted. Crocodile pulled his arm away from the other two to rest his elbows on his knees, leaning toward you while he answered his clown.

“Not a company. A fucking empire. Sylvad’s Lumber and Shipping. Is that what you’re telling us right now?”

“Yes,” you breathed, already watching their eyes change. Already watching them forget who you were. 

“Keep going,” he ordered, his words cold, ice building up around you. 

“It’s not mine,” you begged them to believe you. “Dad died and…”

You couldn’t. You didn’t know where to start, or if it even mattered now. 

“Arbo Sylvad was your dad,” Shanks murmured, sitting up a little straighter while he studied you. 

“You’re Sylvad’s heiress.”

“No, I'm not,” you snapped at Mihawk, not caring when his golden eyes flared at you. “Uncle Cedrick got everything. Dad always said it would go to… I was fifteen when he…”

Crocodile’s silver eyes were like molten metal, and you choked on your grief as you watched him stand. He walked to that giant desk of his, and when he returned to drop your thick notebook in your lap, you flinched, bracing for pain. 

“Unreliable,” he growled, tapping the notebook with his hook as he brought his eyes down to yours, his frightening face so close. 

“Everything I said was true,” you pleaded, mind blanking out with fear while Mihawk came to touch Crocodile’s shoulder. He didn’t budge, and though your mouth went dry, you forced yourself to explain. “Those people are unreliable! They'd talk to people that could cause problems for the Guild. People with connections to the Marines.”

“Like your Uncle?”

“What do you mean, boss,” Buggy tried to redirect, his hand on the hook that was digging into the back of the chair, his body leaning against the larger man’s shoulder. “They just sell trees and stuff, right?”

“Every single Marine ship on the fucking water right now was built with Sylvad wood,” Crocodile fumed, Mihawk’s hand stroking along his arm as you shrank beneath those silver eyes. “Hells, almost every ship that sails out of Water 7 is built with that lumber.”

“I don’t get it,” Shanks complained from his chair, though you couldn’t see him past the angry man in front of you. “If you’re the heiress of Sylvad’s, why were you working? You were an accountant or something, right?”

“Investment banker,” Buggy bragged, and you almost smiled that he remembered. “My girl’s a fancy financial advisor.”

“Let’s give our girl some breathing room, Crocodile. We don’t know everything yet.”

You only heard Mihawk’s whispered words because Crocodile was a hair's breadth away. He brought his thumb to rub along one of your cheeks, and the back of his hook to smooth along the other. 

“Tell daddy everything, alright, sweetheart?”

Your eyes fluttered shut until he pressed into your cheeks, slow tears falling from your eyes when you nodded for him. 

“Yes, daddy.”

The warm kiss he pressed to your temple made you want to disappear. Nothing. Nothing ever again. 

You were barely there as the words fell from your lips. Eyes unfocused, hanging loosely around the little table by Mihawk’s seat. You smiled to yourself when you realized it looked strange without a glass of wine on it. 

“Dad died on a business trip. Freak storm. Left everything to Uncle Cedrick. Kat and I got our trust funds for school. Mom got nothing.”

“I think we’ll need more than that, little rabbit,” Mihawk cautioned as he glanced over at Crocodile's stern face. 

“Can I have a drink fir–”

“No,” said the three men on the couch. 

Holding your head in your hands for a bit, you tried to figure out how to say the least amount of painful words to get them to leave you alone. 

“Uncle took us in. He was such a caring person, taking in his brother’s poor daughters, his lonely wife,” you spat, venom dripping from your lips. “I didn’t want to belong to him. My trust fund paid for the best education out there, but all my friends stopped… When they knew I had nothing to give them, they treated me like shit. I kept doing what I'm good at, and I got the fuck out. Went to go live that stupid, boring life.” 

Growling with the frustration of spilling this pathetic, entitled trash, you stood to pace behind your chair, waving your notebook around as if you could make it burst into flames with your will alone. 

“I am fucking amazing at my job, but most of these people just looove the thought of the poor little heiress helping them get richer. Most of them can’t wait to put me in their little collection. Add me to their fucking shelf. Just gotta ask Uncle how much his little niece– FUCK!”

The notebook went flying, skidding across the floor while you shoved the heavy chair over, yelling, raging, kicking that stupid green chair until your shoes fell off, your toes fucking hurt, until your clown stopped you.

“Baby, please,” he soothed, his upper body floating to keep your struggling form from reaching anything on the ground to hit. “It’s okay, star, I’m right here. Fuck those assholes, right? Who needs ‘em!”

Part of you felt guilty for not laughing at his sweet attempt, but the rest of you needed to fight or flee. 

Flee from these powerful men that were already using you to make money. 

“Put me down!”

Buggy’s whispered, “star,” hurt like hell. You held yourself still when he set you down gently, back in your spot as you faced the couch again, although your chair was kicked off to the side. 

“Wanna know how high to set the ransom,” you challenged, your clenched fists shaking at your sides. You couldn’t think clearly enough to read their darkened eyes, even Buggy’s as he took his place between them. “Just so you know, Uncle doesn’t like me that much. He’d probably be happier if you killed me. Or you could buy me, that’d make him extra hap–”

Sand. 

Sand flooded the space around you. It lifted you off the ground, and your breath caught as the coffee table got thrown to the side. You met those silver eyes just before you were in his arms, your legs stretched across the laps of the other men on the couch. 

“What…” you wondered, mind in a daze.

“You thought I’d sell my sweet girl,” Crocodile hummed, kissing the top off your head.

“You told me you would,” you reminded, your body and mind feeling distant, separate from whatever this strange world had become. “How much am I worth? Just keep being valuable, useful? You were already gonna sell me or kill me before you knew what a goldmine I was.”

The icy anger that laced your words made every hand on you go still. Crocodile froze as he started to rock you, and your body couldn’t choose between guilt at hurting them, or anger and fear at what they would do. 

“I think I’m drunk,” you whispered, wanting them to let you go, and wishing that they never would.

“No shit,” Buggy laughed, “I’m surprised you’re alive after that.”

His hands started massaging your legs on his lap, rubbing up and down nervously while you closed your eyes.

“Can I go lie down?”

“I’ll take you, star.”

Crocodile and Mihawk’s hands dragged along your skin as Buggy lifted you into the air, but neither stopped him from taking you. Neither stopped him from floating you away.

Neither called you pretty names as you left the room. 

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

“I’ve got you,” Buggy promised. 

Getting her onto that giant bed felt like a race. Something was right behind him. Something would stop him.

Something would take her away again. 

Finally there, he wrapped his arms around her, leaning against the headboard while her scotch scented breath warmed his chest. 

“Your breath stinks, baby.”

Maybe it was a laugh, but that choked sound made his chest tight, like a huge hand was crushing his ribcage. 

I can’t do anything. Fucking useless. Can’t help her.

“Buggy…”

“Shh, I’m right here, star,” he promised. The sound of his name on those quivering lips sent fire, rage, and guilt straight through him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He could never leave her. He could never leave her with them after this. Even if they…

Buggy kissed her temple, trying to be soothing while he waited for them to crash through the door.

Waited for them to take her from him.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

~~~

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

Not a sound.

Not a sound filled the air as the men in the lounge sat with the news that their little lover was the heiress of Sylvad’s.

Not a sound from the two men on the couch as her accusations weighed on them, as though she hadn’t left their laps with those angry, frightened tears in her eyes. 

“That sure is something,” Shanks whistled softly. He stood to pick up Y/N’s chair, sitting across from them. “What are you gonna do with—“

“Find somewhere else to be,” Crocodile fumed, his body vibrating with the need to hurt something.

Shanks nodded, giving a crooked smile, before leaving them alone. Mihawk stared after his old friend, images of comfort he couldn’t provide burning behind his eyes.

He’s going to take them both. 

Serves us right.

Crocodile’s angry huff pulled Mihawk out of those thoughts, watching the man stomp toward the bar. The coffee table his sand had moved laid in his path, until it splintered and scattered from the touch of his vicious foot in that lovely shoe. 

The swordsman floated after him, still in a daze while the larger man imitated their girl, chugging a glass of scotch. 

Mihawk stared, but didn’t speak, didn’t touch.

Crocodile set the glass down before he shattered another one. 

“She lied—“

“Can you blame her,” Mihawk laughed coldly while the other man paced. Silver eyes shot like daggers, but Mihawk couldn’t seem to care about anything at the moment. “She told the truth, just not all—“

“She didn’t trust me.”

He sat again, staring at the floor after those stupid words had left him.

“I don’t…” Mihawk started, pushing himself to move, pushing himself to try. He sat down, and touched a hand to Crocodile’s shoulder, leaving it there after his scarred lover flinched. “We haven’t given her much reason to, have we?”

Not a sound after that. 

~~~🐊🗡️🐊🗡️~~~

~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“Y/N! You can’t just leave,” Kat reasoned, pulling the clothes out of your hands before you could stuff them into your suitcase. “What about mom? What about the company?”

“Mom made her choices,” you growled, pulling the clothes back from your sister’s shaky hands. “And I don’t care about the fucking company. It’s not mine.”

“Not if—“ 

“It’s not mine. I’m sick of this fucking life. I’m getting out.”

“... What about me?”

That stopped you. But only for a moment. 

“I’m sure he’d let you come if—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now,” she shouted, pushing you toward your messy suitcases. “He’s a pirate! If he doesn’t hurt you before, what do you think he’ll do when he finds out who you are?”

“I don’t care,” you fumed as you stared your little sister down. “I'm bored of this stupid life.”

Kat’s mouth hung open, the hurt and pain in her eyes making you want to take it all back, to beg for forgiveness.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t waste this chance to be free. 

“You really have a death wish, you know that? That clown is going to get you killed,” Kat breathed, her voice growing colder as she turned to leave. She didn’t look back when she said her goodbye, just waved her hand over her shoulder. “I’ll look out for the ransom note.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Sleep?

Sleep.

Burning sleep, and stormy seas.

Dad’s voice calling for you. 

You could never find him before the ship went under, before all that Sylvad wood splintered beneath the raging waves.

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buzz off, idiot,” Buggy ordered in a harsh whisper, Shanks’ smiling face peeking through the cracked door. Buggy had left his body on the bed to hold Y/N as she whimpered, nightmares ruining her scotch and stress induced nap. 

His head floated by the door, frowning at his old friend. 

“It’ll just be a second, Bugs, I swear.”

Shanks’ smile stretched even wider when Buggy agreed, floating his head out into the corridor.

“This better be good, asshat.”

Shanks felt it. This was it. He could have them both. 

He needed them both. 

“Let’s take her with us, Bugs.” 

Buggy’s look of shock was exaggerated by those red lips of his, and Shanks had to hold himself back from kissing them.

“But she… but it’s dangerous…”

Buggy wasn’t sure he’d actually heard those words, or if he’d fallen asleep, dreaming beside his star. Too many emotions rushed through him, but all he could think about was her. 

“Would you rather leave her here with them,” Shanks rasped, his eyes doing that heavy thing they do, although there wasn’t much of Buggy’s body to drag them down. “We can protect her. You and me, Bugs.”

The clown had to fight his body to stay still as he held her in the other room. The need to move, to fidget, to pace, made him dizzy. 

“What if she doesn’t wanna go,” Buggy wondered. Images of Y/N smiling, laughing, screaming, flew through his mind, each one making him doubt that he could ever make her as happy as she’d seemed once things had started to settle here. 

“I already asked her. I know she’ll say yes. She wants you to be happy, Bugs. Just like I do,” Shanks confessed, brushing a bit of blue hair out of Buggy’s face. He rubbed his thumb across those red, parted lips. 

So close to everything. 

“When did—“

“Buggy?”

Shanks watched his clown fly away from him, hopeful that it’d be the last time. 

Buggy flew away from his old friend, every confusing thought going blank besides the need to comfort that soft, scared voice. 

“Right here, got you, baby.”

~~~🤡🔴🤡🔴~~~

“Buggy,” you whimpered as new tears fell. 

“Shh, you’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Painted lips covered your face, kissing your tears away until you shivered, his soothing hum blocking out everything else. 

His touch kept it all at bay. 

Every split second of memory was grief, so you curled against him, running your hand along his side. Your body writhed, whining for him as he stroked your hair and back, then pulled away.

“Hey, star, it’s o—“

“Please, touch me, Buggy,” you begged as you reached for him. “I need you so much, I need you…” 

Pathetic grief poured back in at the memory of what you’d witnessed last night, but you couldn’t fight your need for him. 

“Please, touch me.”

“Just tell me if it’s alright, okay, star," he breathed after pausing to study your face, tracing his fingers along your cheeks.

“Please,” you gasped, his lips on your neck were saving your life. Saving you from your mind. 

A touch against Mihawk’s tender bite mark brought the world back, but then Buggy was tearing you both out of your clothes, kissing down your arms, your chest, your stomach. Kissing every inch of your skin until you were crying with need instead of pain. 

Begging, begging for more. 

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, star.”

“Bug—“

Breathy, desperate moans left your throat as his fingers plunged deep inside you, and he swallowed the rest of your sounds in a wild kiss. His tongue was eating, tasting, and you almost laughed into his mouth at the memory of scotch, until his free hand found your clit. 

The fingers inside you were perfect, knowing exactly what you needed. Finding that spot, giving you steady touches that built in pressure and speed until you were clenching around his fingers, body shaking with pleasure and gratitude. 

“So beautiful,” Buggy praised, his voice full of a quiet awe as he smiled down at you. “You okay, baby?”

“Fuck me, Buggy,” you pleaded as your weak arms failed to pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Need to feel you.”

His eyes were wide, concerned, but he smiled when he kissed you. 

Smiled when he gave you everything you needed. 

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

How?

How can she be real?

How can she want me this much?

Want me after everything…

Buggy pushed those thoughts aside as he smoothed his ungloved hands down her body. 

Hands that he felt safe letting her touch. Just like his bare face that he could let her see. 

He let out his own soft, needy noise as he watched her writhe and squirm, begging for him to touch her.

“Fuck,” he hissed, just the touch of her perfect, dripping pussy against his sensitive tip was too much. Too much as he lined himself up.

“Look at me, Buggy,” Y/N cried out, her watery eyes swallowing him whole, just as he sank his cock deeper and deeper. He couldn’t hold in his moans at the pure fucking bliss that she held inside her, that she let him feel. 

“Look at me, please.”

Buggy kept his eyes on hers, her request setting off alarm bells in his mind that he had to shut down, throw out. 

She wants to look at me like this. She wants to see my face. There’s only one per—

“Buggy! I’m close, please,” she panicked, reaching up into his hair, pulling gently as her breathing went ragged. “Need to feel you, want you so bad.”

“I want you too, star, I’m right— oh gods, baby. Fuck, you feel soo good…”

Y/N screamed his name.

His name. 

Over and over while he shoved his cock as far as he could go, claiming that sweet, warm pleasure she let him take. 

Y/N pulled him in, her body made to take his come, made to milk him, to drain him, to let him fuck it back into her while she babbled, while her eyes crossed, while that cute little tongue hung out of her perfect lips.

All for him. 

Still sunk deep inside her, Buggy soothed and calmed her frantic noises, kissing her temple.

“I love you so much. My shining star.”

What a feeling to say those words. What a feeling to mean them. To have someone to say them to. 

“I love you, Buggy. I love you so much.”

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

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Part 20

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[lowkeyremi]

hello, hello. I would like you request shiratorizawa 3rds boys playing Minecraft with their s/o🤭

I think with tendou would be hilarious

Nah bc Satori would be killing ur cats 😭 this is so cute

Playing minecraft w GN!reader ft. Ushijima, Tendou, and Semi.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi:

"How do you- I'm being attacked by zombies." His voice is nonchalant and he stares at you waiting for your input.

"'Toshi, use your sword!" You don't even look at him because you're fighting a stupid skeleton.

"Which button was that again?" His character is close to dying.

"We should have played on creative mode." A snort escapes your lips and he smiles at you.

"Maybe I'll lose more often if I get to hear that cute laugh of yours." You don't even have to look at him to know he's smirking.

"Better stop daydreamimg cuz I'm robbing your place." You laugh again.

His brows furrow, he looks so cute. "Hey, I've gathered all that myself, you can't take it." He shakes his head playfully.

"Quit getting distracted by my hotness, then." You smile.

"That's hard to do.." He sighs trying to keep from smiling,

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Tendo Satori:

"Satori!!" You scream kicking his side. He starts cackling.

"What?" He asks trying and failing to sound innocent.

"You snake! You burnt my house down!" It took you two weeks straight to finish your build, it was perfect.

"Ah... that was your house? Oops." It wasn't an accident, the smirk on his face said so.

"I'm so going to get you back." You scoff and walk over to his place and kill some of his cattle and his favorite cat— which is named after you.

"You killed, (name)?!" He screeches in shock.

"I'm not your minecraft bae anymore, 'Tori." You feel pretty satisfied with yourself.

"Two can play that game." His character makes his way to your burnt down house. He finds your favorite wolf in his pin and kills him. "Goodbye Satori junior, your sacrifice was not in vain."

"You killed my baby and burned my place?!" You weren't able to believe what happened in a little over five minutes.

"Okay how about we make a truce and I help you build your house again?" He knew you couldn't resist such an offer.

"Fine but if you burn down my place again, I will kill all of your animals." He chuckles at your childness. He loves that about you.

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Semi Eita:

"Did you kill them yet?" You ask Semi waiting for the green light.

"Mhm.. give me like two seconds." He was concentrating hard, but you can't help being silly.

"One, two." You count out very fast and he scoffs at you.

"Okay I'm done, go go go." He says and your character runs into the house of the villager he just killed.

"What's in there?" He asks with amusement.

"Let's leave, it's only bread." You let out a laugh from your gut as he sighs.

"Damn, this is like the fifth house with nothing good in it." He groans, it's not a big deal to kill villagers, its just time consuming.

"What if we rob the pillagers? It's risky but I'm sure they have some good items." You mention, it causes your boyfriend to smile at the thought.

"Okay, we'll give it one last shot." He was just as determined as you are.

Actually finding the pillagers took over an hour, you happened to stumble across one and it began attacking you.

"Eita, help! I found a pillager!" You scream and he laughs at you. It's so adorable to see you really getting into the game. Honestly, he's thinking about leaving you by yourself to see how you'd respond.

"Eita, where are you?!" You're fighting the pillager with your sword that wasn't as cool as your boyfriend's sword.

You can hear muffled laughter, indicating that Semi planned on letting you die. That bastard.

"Eita please, I'm dying!" The pillager gets the upperhand, it shoots you one last time and your character dies.

"Eita, how could you?! I thought we were partners in crime!" If anyone else heard what you said without context they'd be confused. Your boyfriend on the other hand broke into fits of laughter.

"I'm sorry baby, try to catch up." Eita lets out a small giggle. At least he waits for you to catch up before continuing.

Heyyyy, thanks for this request ily anon!! I think Tendo's is my favorite, he is such a cute menace. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :P

[androgynouspoetry]

Old Fashioned

Tim turned in the mirror. He eyed the way the cape flowed and the gleam of the lights bounced off the bright green. He then turned his back to the mirror before looking over his shoulder and frowning.

“I feel naked.”

“You look great!” Dick took rapid photos off his hand camera, on his phone he knew Tim would have them erased beyond saving. “Give another twirl! Put some moxy in it like I did when I was younger.”

Tim just sighed before taking the old mask from his face and examining it in his hands. “Yeah-when you were nine it might’ve been okay, but even then no way in hell did you just look at this- this…speedo and be like ‘yeah, I’m going to fight mentally ill insane people in this.’ Like-what the hell Dick, my ass is near hanging out and I look like a mustard bottle.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “You lost the challenge-now shh so I can take some blackmail pics in peace.”

Tim groaned before putting back on the mask and doing a classic robin pose-hands on his hips and foot on a gearbox. Not long after Jason walked into the Batcave with a smug looking Damian following behind him.

Tim turned around at the sound of them walking in and fumed. “Dick! You said you weren’t telling them when we were taking the pictures!”

Dick lowered his camera and gave a apologetic smile. “Sorry Babybird, must’ve let it slip when I was looking for the outfit.”

Tim grumbled before flipping him off. “Whatever-but they aren’t allowed to take pictures!” Tim let out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda burned this thing when I had the chance…”.

“Hey! I’ll have you know it’s a relic from my past! So no matter what you say it looks amazing.”

Jason and Damian got to their little photo shoot area when Damian spoke. “How does it feel Drake? The burn of failure that is.”

Tim huffed. “Shut it brat. How was I supposed to know that Dick knew you were able to replicate B’s voice. Hes a grown ass man and your like nine!”

Damian crossed his arms. “Never doubt my capabilities again Drake. Take this as a merciful reminder.”

Jason just silently laughed. “This is why I don’t make deals with the little devil anymore and his sparkling demon friend.” He nodded towards Dick and Damian.

“Whatever, it fine as long as no one else finds out about this.”

Jason pressed his lips to try and contain a laugh. “About that…”

“Jason. Jason what the FUCK do you mean by that?!” Tim screeched.

Jason put his hands up. “Nothing-I just forgot to cancel on Kon for our sparring session. Soo, he might pop up. Not my fault.”

Tim felt his eye twitch. “ITS LITERALLY YOUR FAULT-THE HELL YOU MEAN ITS NOT-“

All the sudden the zeta beam began to speak. “Kon-El, 012, Superboy.” Tim froze. ‘Oh. So this is what it was like to feel moments before disaster. Shit.’

“Sup guys! I was just stopping by for-“. Kon stop as he walked out the zeta and stared. “…huh.”

Tim’s face went red before quickly trying to wrap the cap around himself. “Don’t look!”

Kon looked star struck. “Is that…is that Dicks old uniform?”

Dick gave a nod as Tim tried to leave but was blocked by Jason. “Nope-how bout you give your little friend a spin?”

Tim glared at him as Damian snickered. “I’d love that actually.” Kon’s voice came out hoarsely and dry. He licked his lip. “I mean, it’d be fun right? Reminiscing an’ shit.”

Tims face flushed a deeper red before giving a nod and dropping the cap as is. He gave a small spin, the cap twirling. Kon swallowed hard.

“You should totally start wearing that…throw the baddies for a loop huh? I mean, I like it.”

Jason cleared his throat as Dick was glaring at Kon. “Yeah, we could tell.” Damian just faked gaged.

Tim raised a brow. “You like it? I don’t look stupid?”

Kon smirked. “Call my old fashioned but I think I love it.”

Might continue this if you guys like it. I just couldn’t help but think about Dicks silly little outfit and how he’d kick people ass in it-like who the hell let this kid go out without pants 😭. But yeah-think Kon really loves the look.

Kon:Hope this doesn’t AWAKEN anything in me hehe…heh

[the-somwthing]

Who wants to see how normal I am, AKA,

EVERY SCOTT AND JOEL MOMENT I CAN REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IN SEASONS 1-4 (still gotta rewatch SL to get a refresher):

- Joel laments about not having dark oak and having to pay Scar for “future dark oak if they find it” even tho he’s SURE they DO have it, then Scott says that there’s dark oak by his house that Joel can have, and along with Jimmy and Martyn they organize a magic show to take down Scar and Grian’s monopoly.

- Joel burns down Scott’s wall 😁🔥 just to make something else burn like he did

- Scott makes fun of how poorly done the burning of the wall was multiple times before finding out who did it

- Joel also lies about doing it

- Joel also tries to murder Scott with a failed anvil trap at his door 💀

- Scott makes fun of how poorly made this trap was as well. Joel also burns the wall again as he runs away

- btw this isn’t in a super chronological order I sometimes remember things later. Like how technically it was Jimmy who started the “Joeleo oh Joeleo, wherefore art thou Joeleo” thing but Scott DID join in on it so

- also COW HEIST 🥳😅 gone wrong. Joel and Martyn try to steal Flower Husbands’ cows. Make a (very bad) deal with Jimmy to get cows. Try to steal again when Scott’s telling Jimmy not to give away cows. Finally make an ACTUAL deal. Make fun of Joel and Martyn having a tough time getting the cows up the cliff.

- Ren: “we have banners all over the server, if you joined us we could easily pinch the middle” Scott: “so Joel? 🤩” Martyn: “BTW Joel’s already with us” Scott: “so we can’t pinch Joel, dang it 😔😒”

- Scott (and Jimmy) threatening to kill Joel’s dogs 💀😁

- Scott making fun of the red army for Joel betraying them

- Scott being willing to forgive Joel for the burning of the wall if he can do them a favor sometime (to which Joel immediately offers 13 cobblestone)

- Scott making a little secret storage area for potions for everyone in the desert faction MINUS Joel because he doesn’t trust him

- OH ALSO Scott mostly just being upset at Joel for LYING about burning his wall

- Scott burning down the wool castle and saying “maybe I do understand why Joel burned my wall. This is very freeing.”

- The fire spreading to Geraldine who was unfortunately left behind, Scott ALMOST saves her before deciding that Joel deserves it

- Scott stopping by Joel’s house and Joel shows up. They talk and decide that they’re allies and won’t come after each other

- Joel gives Scott a house tour

- He also shows Scott his dogs where Scott confesses to burning the castle and causing Geraldine’s death. Joel is sad but says it’s okay

- Also they mention that Jimmy died and Joel goes “I’m glad he died JUST KIDDING we love you Jimmy 🥺😔😭”. I don’t know what to say about this.

- Oh also at some point Joel says (about the roof above his bed being missing) that he likes to look at the stars as he sleeps. This one is a huge stretch and goes into fanon territory with Scott being connected with the stars but it’s a fun fact nonetheless.

- also love the energy of Joel excitedly showing off his dogs to Scott and Scott being like “that’s cool *chuckles nervously*”

- When they’re doing war strategies Scott would often pair himself with Joel. Just sayin.

- Scott, Scar, and Grian are on that stupid platform above Dogwarts. Joel is below them inside Dogwarts with all his dogs. Grian suggests dropping some TNT down onto him to essentially deal with the problem before it becomes their problem (they’re all terrified of Joel and kind of want him to die despite being on their side so that they don’t have to face him when they win the war). Scott gasps at this and seems to want to argue but the logic is sound and he also wants revenge on Joel, so he just covers his eyes but like this 🫣 and says “I can’t watch”. Ultimately they don’t do it.

- Scott and Joel both really want to kill BigB (the last green) and they go together and kill him 🥰

- Once again Scott pairs himself with Joel to attack Ren and Martyn. Bdubs and Impulse volunteer to tag along but end up retreating before being killed like the others.

- Scott is upset that Joel died but also refers to his death as a “slight ‘woo’!” because of the revenge and previously mentioned fear of having to fight him when they’re no longer on the same side

- Scott takes some of Joel’s stuff and declares that his death won’t be in vain

- It was in vain he died again 💔 THEY DIED IN BATTLE TOGETHER AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME KING THEY SPAT IN THE FACE OF 🥰

- Scott is nervous about being Joel’s neighbor in Last Life. And Scar’s for that matter

- After many failed boogey attempts, Joel comes crawling to Scott’s house for one last shot, pretending that Mumbo was the boogeyman and killed him for THAT reason.

- Joel compliments the house (poking fun at Pearl for making Scott do all the work after finding out she didn’t build any of it) and gets them to invite him inside

- He blocks the exit and starts attacking Pearl. He only switched to killing Scott because he was defending her like a boss. He kills Scott and gets cured, but Scott’s like “PEARL, KILL HIM!!” so yeah.

- They get the enchanting table off his dead body and make fun of him for having that on him while trying to kill people, and they keep it as a reward

- I don’t have the memory to be so descriptive. Joel targets Scott’s base many times, the TNT minecart door trap, the trap at the gate that actually worked, blowing up his roof with minecarts, attempting to grief his water elevator, surrounding the base in walls of lava…

- Scott tells Lizzie that her husband keeps trying to murder him. She says that he does that to her, too, and it’s “a sign that he loves you”. Scott says “oh” and IMMEDIATELY moves on

- Scott kills Joel at the end 😁 As a desperate attempt to get them to not kill him Joel yells “TEAM?” lmao

- start of Double Life they run the same direction at the beginning and kind of yell at each other before finally managing to go separate ways

- Scott of course makes fun of Joel’s death because of the way he and Etho were acting. Not to Joel’s face tho.

- Scott compliments the Relation Ship multiple times

- Scott visits the Relation at some point when Joel is there and just vents to him about Pearl. Joel sympathizes with him.

- Multiple times Scott says that he thinks the Boat Boys are good

- Joel kills Pearl but like Scott had nothing to do with that despite also dying

- Scott burns down the Relation cuz he felt like it 😁🔥

- Joel wants Scott dead soso bad

- Joel kills Scott with a rocket while Scott tries to hit him with a bucket of water. 🥰💀

- Then um there was something about a nether portal trap uh for some reason Joel’s not here anymore guess we move on to next season

- After the boogey reroll Scott hears Joel complain about not being boogeyman and says “good to know it’s not you!”

- They go into a ravine cave together. They both saw an emerald ore but Scott mines it

- Joel asks where the emerald is and Scott says he mined it and asks if Joel wanted it. He says yes and Scott gives him the emerald. He calls it an Emerald Of Trust.

- Joel thinks it’s really nice and gives Scott a piece of bamboo in return, which Scott is happy about.

- They are stuck bonding in the stupid cave together because neither of them have much food except Scott’s cooking kelp and sharing it with Joel, so they have to wait for the kelp to cook, split it between the two of them, eat it (NOT FILLING AT ALL), and heal, just a very long process.

- Eventually Joel feels ready to leave and get better food.

- Next time Scott sees Joel, he’s with Jimmy and apparently they are now bad boys

- He watches as Joel washes away carpet like a real bad boy

- As Scott leaves Joel begs him to tell everyone that he and Jimmy are bad boys (this is one that I remember from Joel’s POV, pretty much the only thing on the list that isn’t Scott’s POV lol well actually there was probably another)

- Scott decides to live in the ocean. Joel is upset because HE wanted to live in the ocean.

- Scott watches Joel kill TIES cow for the second time

- While having a hashtag flower husbands moment Scott helps trying to put out the fire on the mansion (too late tho nobody could stop THAT)

- oh I almost forgot. After making his island Scott puts a chest on it to “dump random junk he doesn’t need to keep on him” and AS HE SAYS THIS he hovers over the bamboo Joel gave him and doesn’t put it in the chest. I know it’s moreso because it’s a resource but like.

- Also we all know what ended up happening with that bamboo gift! It surrounds the Coral Isles!

- Anyways Scott needs some carpet for his farm so he goes to the bad boys to ask for carpet. Grian and Jimmy tell him to strike a deal with Joel since he’s the one who has all the carpet. Scott walks over to Joel and says “remember when we bonded in the cave?” and Joel hands him the carpet. Scott says “yay 🥳 good boys! 🥰” and the bad boys are horrified, tell him to never say that again they are BAD BOYS and make him leave.

- (also may be worth mentioning that from what I can tell, Joel didn’t have that carpet on him, and actually ran to grab it as soon as Scott asked)

- god that ^ was all session one. ANWYAYS Joel asks people for gold and in exchange they can have unlimited bread. Scott and Impulse give Joel gold.

- At some point Scott goes to collect some free unlimited bread. Grian and Jimmy stop him like “WHAT are you doing ✋🤨 only IMPULSE has unlimited bread” and Scott says “no I have it too go ask Joel” so they go to Joel and say “WHAT is this about SCOTT having unlimited bread…” and Joel just goes “yup Scott gets unlimited bread 👍” so Scott collects his bread while the other bad boys are just so disappointed in Joel

- Now is where I lost track of the timeline, but I remember once or twice Scott would just be talking usually to himself like “the bad boys are truly the good boys of the server 🥰😇”

- Despite this Scott eventually becomes scared of Joel because he did the math and realized that he’s got so many allies who won’t attack him, and the people who aren’t his allies would likely be too scared to attack Scott EXCEPT Joel.

- And Scott was spot on because he was just chilling when out of nowhere Joel just charges at him yelling “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT” and of course after a little more chasing “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN STUPID”

- Scott manages to get away and thinks that Joel’s lines were really funny and pathetic and is no longer afraid of him

- Bad Boys try to trap Mean Gills’ secret bed but they get foiled

- The usual Joel wants to kill Scott really bad

- Scott’s like “we have to eliminate Joel” and gets the Clockers to help because he killed them

- Joel is terrified the entire time lmao. I remember “then why is your voice higher pitched?” “BECAUSE IM SCARED” “that’s what I thought” as he lets Joel get away ahahdg

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT Scott letting Jimmy kill him for time and Joel trying to steal the kill cuz lol.

- Back to Scott terrifying Joel. That one time he tells Joel to leave Scar alone and Joel just goes “..ok”

- And then of course Scott kills Joel again 🥳😍 surely this won’t happen again 💀

- OTHER THING I FORGOT TO MENTION CUZ IM MOSTLY GOING OFF MY MEMORY OF THE MORE RECENTLY WATCHED SCOTT POV Joel always destroying Scott’s walls cuz tradition.

So yeah this was all just off the top of my head without looking at anything. I’d love to make a new version when I rewatch SL and/or Joel’s POVs. This proves that I’m normal right

[abiiors]

request time 👀

george teaching reader how to smoke a joint for the first time, at the same time she’s matty’s little sister so is a secret relationship. I love a bit of drama

first time

some amazing blogs on here, @ughgoaway and @shinycollarboneapologist have already done the brother's best friend trope so i really urge you to go check out their fics as well. in the meantime... have fun 🤭💕

warning: weed obv and that's it i guess.

oh, btw... this is who you are thinking about. this is who this fic is about <33 (both gifs by @pleasedontbenaked i genuinely fucking hope the credit thing works 😭)

“andrew? really?” george stands at the bottom of the stairs looking down at her, one perfect eyebrow raised high. “you went to that twat for weed?”

oh. 

her eyes widen at the mention of the w word. george is a fucking idiot—she knew that obviously, all her brother’s friends are idiots—but she didn’t know he would be stupid enough to just blurt it out in the house with her parents within earshot. 

involuntarily she moves, slapping her hand on his mouth and harshly tugging on his wrist. “shut up! not here!”

george does nothing but raise the other eyebrow while slowly lowering his gaze to her hand. it’s on his mouth. touching his lips. mortifyingly enough, she comes to that realisation a second after he does and yanks her hand away as if he’s burned it. 

george smirks. because what else do insufferable 20 year old boys do? but he lets her tug him to her bedroom and slam the door shut. 

“yes. andrew.” she glares at him once she’s sure there’s no one eavesdropping. “are you gonna tell matty?”

because he would tell her brother as if she were a child. she’s 18, has been an adult for 2 months now but of course, to george (and ross and adam) she will always be their best friend’s little sister. the thought stings a bit when she looks up at george who’s cavalierly leaning against her door. 

his arms are crossed in front of his chest, biceps and colourful tattoos on full display because of the tank top he’s wearing. she would never admit to this out loud, but she has certainly looked at the tattoos (and the arms) on more than one more occasion. 

still the fact remains. george is insufferable—just like his little all-knowing smirk. 

“now why would i snitch?” he drawls out and then pushes himself off the door. something has piqued his interest. “what do you want it for?”

she can’t help the snark and sass that rises up within her at that. “for a science experiment. what do you think i want it for?”

george rolls his eyes. “okay, smartarse. maybe i should go tell—”

she tugs on his arm a second time to stop him, effectively stopping him mid-sentence. like an idiot, she’s taken the bait. 

george laughs when she groans into her hands. it’s a deep and rich sound; one that skitters down her spine… no! stop. focus. 

“if you simply must know…” she glares, “my friends and i are trying it for the first time. at a sleepover. they asked if i could get some since, you know, matty’s practically a stoner at this point. but he’s also a little shit.” then she raises her chin primly, “i would never buy from him.”

“and so you went to andrew…” 

“and so i went to andrew.”

george snickers. “you know he keeps his little baggies in his pants, right? like literally in his pants?”

she, in fact, did not know that. and judging by some more snickering, she can tell her face has turned a nasty shade of green. brief as it may have been, she absolutely did touch the little baggie andrew had discretely shoved into her hands. and now she needs to immediately dunk herself into a vat of sanitizer. 

george seems to have taken pity on her, though, because his features soften and the smirk turns into a small smile. 

“so you’re all planning to get high together for the first time?”

is this an attempt at small talk? why would he even try? still, if he’s trying to be civil, she can respond in kind. 

“...yes. for the first time.”

“do you even know what to expect?”

that makes her roll her eyes. it might be her first time, sure, but she’s not fully oblivious. “i have seen all of you blitzed out of your mind, george. i think i know what to expect.”

“so you don’t actually know what you’re doing.”

she's about to protest but he's already on the move. she watches with her mouth agape as george saunters towards her bed, examining all her little trinkets on the way. he runs his hands on the books on her bedside table, on the cds she neatly keeps on her shelves. there are posters on her walls—bowie, queen, the rolling stones, among others. then there are photos with her friends and her parents, another one where matty is 15 and she’s 12, in pigtails and grinning at the camera while matty does his edgy, angsty teenager grimace. 

there’s also a polaroid she took of the band rehearsing. matty looks like he’s in the middle of tuning his guitar. adam is looking off-camera and ross is texting on his phone. but george…george is sitting against the wall. arms behind his head and drumsticks still in his hands. his jaw is slightly tilted up, jawline sharp enough to cut. he looks like he’s trying to figure something out while the rest of them goof around. 

she remembers that day so clearly; remembers how excited matty was to show her a song they’d been working on. she remembers george smiling at her when she complimented the song. 

george throws himself onto her bed, yanking her out of her thoughts. 

“sit,” he motions at a spot next to him as if this weren’t her room and her bed. 

“what…”

“i said, sit,” he repeats, “i’m not going to let you walk into the unknown with your idiot friends.”

several questions rise up, along with indignation at him for calling her friends idiots. she’s about to ask them all in one breath but he shuts her up with one look and takes his wallet out. 

oh no… oh no no no. 

“absolutely fucking not!” it almost comes out as a shout but she manages to turn it into a whisper at the last minute. “are you insane, george? my brother is literally in his bedroom!”

“relax, darling,” he drawls out as if none of this is concerning to him. and continues taking out a bit of rolling paper and a baggie of weed from his wallet. “your brother thinks i’ve gone home.” 

this is somehow even more concerning information. what happens when matty hears them and barges into her room to check—it’s not like he knows the concept of knocking anyway. 

also he’s just called her darling…

“but—”

“you’re overthinking,” he interrupts. “focus now. i’m teaching you how to roll a joint.”

times like these, she wishes she could simply whack him on the head, preferably with one of her hardcovers. but the rolling paper in front of her is intriguing, to say the least. and as much as she wants to be annoyed, she knows she can at least trust him to guide her through her first time. 

“if you get me in trouble, george, i swear…”

“i won’t,” he places a hand on his chest and looks at her intently, “i promise.”

gingerly, tentatively, she sits in front of him; legs crossed and eyes firmly on the things in front of her. 

“now this is what you want to do…” he picks up the paper and curves it slightly between his fingers. his forehead is creased in concentration, lips parted slightly while he continues to talk about the joint. her focus, however, has already wandered. 

his fingers are deftly working away—adding in a good amount of weed and putting the tip in. her eyes wander over his hands—knuckles in the process of healing still like they always are. she used to think he got into a lot of fights until she found out that they were a result of the drumming. and then she couldn’t stop thinking about him, sweaty and tank top clinging to him…maybe even shirtless…as he worked on the latest song. 

god she was a fucking cliche for thinking about her brother’s best friend like this. utterly basic and unoriginal. 

george snaps his fingers in front of her face. 

“where d’you wander off to?”

“um–ah…what? sorry,” she mumbles quickly and averts her gaze to where he’s half-sprawled on her bed. long, graceful limbs and all. 

“focus, darling,” he chastises in a stern voice and the neurons in her brain instantly misfire. “now look.”

he picks up the paper with the weed in it and expertly rolls it while leaving some space at the end, twists the top and then as if it’s nothing, he licks the end—slow and deliberate and keeping his eyes on her—before finally sticking it shut. 

if the neurons had misfired before, they have completely shut down now. she doesn’t even register it when she swallows roughly, eyes wide and trained on his mouth which slowly curls into a smirk once again. 

“like what you see?” he asks and then cheekily adds, “the joint, i mean. it’s pretty perfect, isn’t it?”

“mm-hmm”

“should we smoke it?” 

“uhh…” her voice is barely even a whisper, thoughts hardly coherent. he wants to smoke it with her? “now?”

“no time like the present.” then he sits up properly. “wait, have you at least smoked a fag before?”

she nods mutely and clears her throat, “once.”

“ooohhh. thought you were a good girl, healy…”

she blushes deeply then; absolutely unable to meet his eyes after that. heat spreads over her face and fuck it...but there’s no coming back from this now. god, he’s going to know about her embarrassing teenage crush and he’s going to tell matty about it and matty will not let her live it down. 

she almost wants to cry out but he’s not done torturing her. because a second later he takes his lighter out and holds it under the joint. 

“want to shotgun first?”

“um…uh…”

speak, you fucking idiot, her brain screams at her but unfortunately, it does not seem connected to her mouth at the moment. he’s going to know that she’s short-circuiting. he’s going to know how flustered he makes her. 

fuck fuck fuck 

“unless you don’t want—”

“yes,” she interrupts quickly. because the thought of not doing it is so much worse than shotgunning george. 

“come closer, then. and open your mouth.”

he curves his palm around the flame to stop it from going out; joint resting lazily between his lips before he hollows his cheeks and takes a drag of it. the smoke rests in his mouth for a second or two before he leans forward; almost as if he’s about to kiss her. 

the blood in her veins flows at the speed of light, her heart is thumping so fast that it’s a surprise he hasn’t heard it yet. he’s so close… he’s never been this close before. she’s never seen the exact colour of his eyes this clearly before or felt his hair tickle her face. 

then he parts his lips and blows out the smoke in her mouth. a long exhale and a sharp intake of breath from her. his gaze dips to her lips before returning to her eyes. she imagines she’s done the same because a moment later his eyes are back on her mouth. 

the smoke spreads through her body, warm and earthy, and slowly makes its way to her head. there’s a brief flash of panic and hesitation but she pushes it away. 

then she leans closer.  

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(yes i'm ending it there for evil reasons)

[scekrex]

Okay, an idea for headcannons:

Reader being an anime fan, specifically Jujutsu Kaisen being his favourite and Adam just seeing him watching it, gush about how Nanami Kento is absolutely amazing. Since Nanami is, well, a walking green flag, almost everything that Adam would want to be (Not necessarily true, but just polar opposites) and Adam being our well known and loved Adam it makes him feel jealous. Of an anime character. Sounds ridiculous but it's true. Just genuinely his reaction and feelings towards that and more than likely reader having to make his husband remember that they are married and he doesn't have to feel jealous, just wanting to make him feel better about the whole thing.

😌❤️

No bc I'd feel jealous too okay😭 I get u Adam, babes, I get u. Also fucking love that, I haven't seen Jujutsu Kaisen so I have absolutely no fucking clue about it but hell yeah we're going in babes xoxo

So at first it had been fine, you talking about Kento from that animated show you liked so much - why Adam didn't understand but you liked it and that was all that mattered to him.

You had been talking about Kento a bit, explained his character and why he was so fucking attractive in your opinion.

But those little Kento rambles of yours started to happen more often than he liked and while he surely didn't want to take the pure joy away from you that this show and especially that character gave you, he felt insecure, threatened even.

Kento was so much he wasn't and Adam was aware of that. He wasn't calm and collected, Adam was a fucking force of nature for Christ's sake.

Adam understood that it was just a stupid show but Kento popped up in so many conversations he tried to have with you that it was really getting to him, made him question if you even still loved him.

And one night he just couldn't hold it anymore and asked you if you were still in love with him or if you'd leave him too.

While confused about this sudden question, something inside of you shattered. Was Adam truly thinking you'd leave him? For what reason?

So you two talked about it and Adam revealed the jealousy that had been stored inside of him all this time and you couldn't help but kiss his stupid lips to get him to shut up.

“You're a fucking idiot, Adam. He's fictional, I'm just interested in how he works as a character. I still very much love your sassy, cocky and bitchy ass, big guy. That will never change.”

From then on the Kento rambles were less common and deep down inside Adam thanked you for that. Because while he was happy you enjoyed the show so much, he couldn't help his jealousy. Not after losing the two people he had once loved the most.

He simply couldn't risk to lose you to, no matter how small the chances for that may be.

[sakurasnowfall]

Hi, could you pls write a oneshot for sanji, no specifics but I would prefer no NSFW thanks

You are my first request!! Okay...okay I'll try. Also, yes, of course I only do SFW. I didn't know if you wanted animanga Sanji or Live Action Sanji, or platonic or romantic.......so were gonna go animanga Sanji....and were gonna do romantic....is that okay? I can always redo it too. I'm formating it as a reader insert and using () as a placeholder for the name. Gn also.

CW : None. Typical Zoro and Sanji fighting.

"SANJI." ()'s shoter frame struggled against their boyfriend as the enraged blonde lunged at Zoro again. A clash of steel and flame. What had riled the two up THIS time, no one knew. It wasn't an.... uncommon occurrence, persay, for () to hear the battle cries of their blonde beloved locked in a clash against the gruff sworsdman, having to rush in and play white knoght for the sake of the crew's sanity. They sighed as they tugged at the cook's arm harder, and guided him a few sgeps back from zoro via a gentle hand on his chest. "One day I'm gonna take those swords, spear you through, roast you alive and make some shekebabs" he grumbled, letting his beloved lead him away and to the kitchen. "I'd like to see you TRY, curly brow," came the green haired's response, earning a glare from Sanji as he disappeared into the galley. Entering the familar space, () let go of his hand, hopping up to sit on the counter, watching as their boyfriend took up a small paring knife, setting up a cutting board. Wordlessly, they got some celery from the fridge, tossing it to sanji before replacing themself on the counter, silently admiring the mastery of their boyfreknd's skill.

"So. What was it this time?" They ask lightly, legs swinging.

"Just that idiot being an idiot" the cook grumbles back.

"Mmmmm....I don't see why you let him get to you so much" () looks up at the ceiling, enjoying the sounds of Sanji's chopping and the gentle crash of the waves against the ship. Sanji dosent look back, his chopping becoming skightly harsher with thangry muttering of his next words.

*Stupid mosshead...always mocking me....*

He feels a pair of arms wrap around him, glancing over his shoulder at he feeling of ()'s chin resting on his shoulder from behind, and kissing their forehead before returning to his task at hand, fighting to keep his hearbeat in check.

"Well, maybe he's jealous" () mumbled, resting more weight on sanji as the cook carefully scraped the chopped vegetables into a pot. Maybe if he weren't so flustered, he would tell () how his love flickered in his chest brighter than the flames under the pot. Perhaps that would be a tad.....overkill fpr the situation, so he settled for spinning them instead, dipping them gently before kissing their forehead again.

As his soup simmered, sanji led () back up to the deck, where the sun had begun to sink below the horizon. As the pair sat down, () could feel their boyfriend relax against them, the breeze relaying what their words didn't have to. Sanji wrapped an arm around (), pulling them a bit closer, and intertwinning his other hand with theirs. The Mosshead, dinner, the rest of the ship, the marines, everything, faded away. For a moment, simply resting together, the rest of the world became blurred by the golden glow of the golden sun.

*Yikes.....not my best work, I'm sorry. Maybe ill redo it in the near future 😭*

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes and Romance - Chapter 2 0 - 🐞💕

Dean x Reader

A/N: It's here my bugsies🐞💕 the wedding, I'll suggest you grab a nice cup of hot cocoa and a box of tissues 🤭🥲🥰🐞

Side Note: I can't believe my first ever written story, has made it this far, I feel so blessed with all the love and support from y'all 🥰🐞(of course I'm not crying 😭 you are😂)

Warning: Just pure fluff, and some happy tears🐞🥰

Thank you for loving me, even though, I've ran away, messed everything up, and managed to still blame you sometimes for stuff going wrong, Babe, you have given me more in this life than I could ever ask, you've given me, love, laughter, a chance to really have the life I've dreamt of as a little girl, Dean my love, you came into my life in the most unexpected way, in a coffee shop, somehow it feels like ages ago, we've changed, we've grown, we've gotten older, we have a life together, we have a beautiful house, on a lovely piece of land, but in all honesty, I would love you even if we never fix all the leaks on the roof,  I would love you, if we stayed in the impala, my love, I would choose you a million times over, even with all the stuff we both went through, I'd choose you time and time again, see babe, with your emerald green eyes, and that stupid mischievous smile of yours, you stole my heart, I guess what trying to say is, that you are my home, no matter where we are.

''Urgh. I can't say that, it sounds so freaking cheesy'' agitated, crumbling up the piece of paper and throwing it in the corner of the bedroom.

''Sweetie, are you okay'' a sweet smile on Caroline's face.

Tears welling up in her eyes ''No mom, I'm not, everything's a disaster, why did we say we are going to write our own vows? And to top off the damn cheesy wedding vows, I'm afraid my dress aren't going to fit, I'm going to throw up in front off everybody, this morning sickness is killing me, and I'm just.. just a mess''

Looking at her daughter in her bride to be gown, shaking her head ''Sweetie, you look beautiful, your dress is going to fit perfectly, your not even showing yet'' laughing now '' and as for the wedding vows, it can be as cheesy as you want it to be, as long as it comes from your heart, and we both know your morning sickness will pass in a sort little while, Eileen went to fetch you some ginger tea, okay''

Sighing, wiping her tears away. ''Thank you Mom, nobody really warns you about the crazy hormones when your pregnant.''

''Sweetie, you've always been a bit a little more emotional'' letting out giggle

Glancing at her mom, then breaking out in laughter. ''Yes Mom your right, I am being over dramatic aren't I?''

''I won't answer that if I were you, Mom'' Joe teased.

The three of them laughed. Joe looked at his sister, who's make-up and hair aren't done yet. He starts teasing her ''Oh poor bastard, he's going to stand at the altar thinking you're not going to show up'' 

Clicking her tongue, with a twinkle in her eyes, ''I still have loads of time, now go! I need to get ready''

Hearing Joe's laughter helps to calm her nerves, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, ''I am being over dramatic, now lets start celebrating with some alcohol free champagne and good music,'' getting up, walking to were her wedding dress is still nicely wrapped up, feeling the excitement pulsing through her veins, ''I'm getting married, today'' letting out laughter.

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''Dammit Sammy, I can't find the rings, I knew I put it on the bedside table!'' running his hand over his face

''Dude, breathe, you gave the rings to Cas, remember'' letting out a snort

Dean sighs ''Oh yes, your right, hell I need a drink, I can't believe I'm so nervous.''

Putting his hand on his brother's shoulder, his voice sincere, ''Dean the two of you are made for each other, today is going to be perfect''

''Thanks man, there's a part of me, that thinks she's going to realize, I'm just really a jerk and leave me standing there, I'm not exactly a perfect man.''

Shaking his head in disbelief, ''Dean, that woman loves you, and only you, why I have no idea, but she does, so just try and enjoy today''

Cas, walks in the room, a big grin on his face ''You ready to be a married man, Dean?''

Dean and Sam laughs, but its Dean that speaks first. ''Honestly I wish it was all over already, I just want to stick that ring on her finger, and make sure she's mine forever, just don't let her hear that'' he laughs

Sam takes two glasses pouring some whisky in it, handing one to Dean ''Drink up brother, it will soothe the nerves'' and then taking a sip himself.

Cas glares at the two brothers.

''What'' the two brothers ask simultaneously 

''I'll take some of the whisky too, please'' Cas answered.

Dean laughs ''Pour him one Sammy''

''You and that beautiful woman your about to marry, has made me crazy and worried in the past, so if I'm going to marry the two of you today, I need a little something extra'' he laughs

The three of them spend the rest of the morning, talking about life, while wondering what the girls are up too.  

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Adjusting his tux, ''Does this thing ever get any less uncomfortable'' glancing at himself, in the mirror, thoughts racing through his head, ''she deserves way more, I'm not good enough, what am I even doing, how the hell am I going to be a good husband, a father?''

Removing the the tie, throwing it to the floor, rushing through the door, gasping, ''Sorry Bobby, I didn't see you''

''Where are you going you idjit? its almost time to for the wedding to start,'' he remarked

''I can't do this Bobby, she deserves better than me'' he growled

Bobby slapping him through the face ''damn idjit! would you just stop being so overly dramatic'' he warned

Dean's eyes are filled with concern, ''how.. how do I know if I'm going to be good enough for her, for our child''

''Do I look like Dr. Phil too you'' he barked a bit, taking Dean by his shoulders ''Son, she loves you, and you love her, as long as there's love then its good enough, nobody is perfect, but when there's love, real love between two people, then its pretty damn close.'' 

A corner of his mouth turned up, looking at the man who's more of a father to him, ''Thank you, I needed that.'' he expressed his gratitude.

''Yeah, yeah, we got to get a move on'' Bobby gestured.

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Inspecting herself in the mirror, her hair draped over her shoulders, loose little braids everywhere, tiny flowers, placed in between the braided strands, her makeup is soft, consisting of natural nudes, mixed with light browns, and light pink lips, glancing down at her dress, its a beautiful white, A-line dress, the corset piece, hugging her waist, and the sleeves only halfway up, exposing her neckline and back a little, the detailing is small, but everywhere you look is little roses and flowers with leaves draping all the way down, her brown boots with white laced tips, just giving her enough length, so that the seam of the dress, doesn't get dragged through the grass and mud as she walks towards the river, where the altar is set up. A smile tugging at her lips, ''I'm ready to marry the man of my dreams'' 

Caroline, Mary, Ruby and Eileen, just admiring the beautiful bride, Caroline's brittle voice, breaks the silence first, ''My sweet girl, you look amazing, beautiful and radiant'' hugging her daughter tightly. 

Her voice shaky ''Thank you mommy''

''My son, is sure lucky to marry such a beauty'' Mary's voice sweet

Letting out a laugh ''I'm the lucky one''

Eileen hands, you the beautiful flower bouquet, signing to you, ''its time''

As you walk out of the room, into the hallway meeting the glances of your father and Bobby. You asked your dad if he'd walk you down the aisle and if it would be okay if Bobby would also walked with the two of you, he didn't oppose, he said, that he understood why, and so you asked Bobby if it also be okay, and that day, the gruff old man, shed a few tears.

Bill's jaw dropped, when he saw his daughter walking out, ''Honey you are beautiful, a true vision.''

''I second that Bill'' Bobby smiled.

Pulling both into a hug, ''Thank you Daddy, Bobby, it means so much to me.

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All your family and friends are seated, waiting patiently for your arrival, as you start walking closer, you see Sam saying something to Dean, and Dean just laughed, like really laughed. Its like the world comes to a standstill if that man laughs, damn I love him.

Joe starts playing the traditional wedding entrance song on the piano, as you start walking towards the aisle, Your Dad on your right side and Bobby on your left, Ruby and Eileen walking in front of you, to take their positions in as bridesmaids. As you stride closer to Dean you could've sworn his eyes glossed over, his smile was from ear to ear as he shaked Bill's and Bobby's hands, giving them a one sided hug, and a low whisper of thank you.

You tried batting away the tears, as you glanced over the family and friends, then finally too your husband to be, but it didn't quite work. Dean thumbed away the tears. Mouthing, ''if you're okay and that you're the most beautiful thing he ever layed eyes on. 

Replying ''yes babe, just extremely happy''

Dean's emerald eyes, scanning over your lovely face, he leans in about to kiss you.

Cas giving a fake cough, ''Excuse me Dean but, you may not kiss the bride just yet'' the crowd burst out into laughter as they saw the quilty look upon his face. ''Fine'' he mumbled 

Cas starts ''Family and friends, we have come together today, to join these two in marriage,  it's about time don't you agree'' he chuckled ''They said they'd write their own vows, so with no further do, the bride can start'' he smiles

While glancing at Dean and the grumbled up note, as you read it, there's some laughter and some sobbing, but the way Dean's eyes lit up when you said he was your home you knew, the written vow, wasn't cheesy, it was a piece of your heart.

Clearing his throat, he begun to speak, his husky voice melted into the hearts off the people celebrating with you. ''Sweetheart I have written this over and over, and in all honesty I lost the damn note'' letting out a nervous chuckle, ''but what I was reminded of earlier is, love isn't perfect, it's no fairytale or storybook, and hell, it never comes easy, we have faced so many obstacles and challenges, and even in the times we were away from each other, there were parts of us, that held on and never gave up, hoping we'll find each other again, and I've come to realize that every second, minute, hour, days, weeks, years, spent with you, will still not be enough, sweetheart I never in my life would've thought an amazing woman as you would be able to love me, so I promise, with every breath I will love you, and with every heartbeat, I will care for you, and with my soul I will adore you.'' hearing him say that, released a river of tears from your eyes.

Handing them the rings, Cas said ''with this ring, I commit, my life, dreams, hope and love to you my beloved, I vow to forever love you''

The two of you said the line as you were sliding the rings over your left fingers, both of you smiled when you said ''I Do'' simultaneously

Cas said with a smile ''You may kiss the bride''

A mischievous smile tugs at his lips ''Don't mind if I do'' his lips brushed against your, it started gentle but got deeper as he pulled you closer. The two of you laughed into each others lips, as you heard someone in the crowd yelled, ''Hey you two! there's kids here'' Dean gives you one more quick kiss, before he pulls back. Looking over the crowd, he mocks towards the person in the distance ''Bite me''

Grabbing your hand, holding it up in the air, as if he just won something, his emerald eyes, reflecting the sunlight shining down, he smirked, ''This is my wife, Mrs. Winchester'' you laughed, the amount of joy you feel is to difficult to describe, not even to speak off the love you feel for this man. As they walk down the path and the people started throwing the heart shaped leaves, whispering to each other, ''this day is perfect!'' Sharing a kiss, you feel raindrops starting to dampen your skin, laughing the two of you run towards the entrance of the hall where the celebration will be held, knowing no matter what storm comes next, the two of you are home, and nothing is going to shake this loving foundation.  

[kikuism]

hi mariam!! how about you? any books you're looking forward to reading? ooh, or manga?? any shows or movies that you enjoyed recently? or new tasty meals or baked goods that you've been proud of? 💌 🥐📚

hi jenna! 🤎🤎🤎 ooh let's see

for books, there are a lot on my tbr, but i'm excited for lady macbeth by ava reid! i really love how lyrical her writing is and i always look forward to anything she writes. i'm also tentatively looking forward to the familiar by leigh bardugo — i've only read the six of crows duology and ninth house, but i love a historical setting so i think i might like this one more than ninth house. oh, another book i enjoyed whose sequel i'm eagerly waiting for is the art of prophecy, it's a martial arts fantasy and it's exactlyyyyy what i wanted to read for so long! i needed something to fill in the green bone saga hole left in my heart, and while this isn't exactly a serious epic family saga, it had just the right amount of martial arts and compelling characters to leave me satisfied. it's honestly like if fujimoto wrote a novel. none of these characters were taking themselves too seriously and the writing wasn't taking itself seriously but at the same time there were epic fights scenes and emotional scenes that packed a punch (no pun intended). i really enjoyed it, i loved how funny it was. the fact that the main characters are majority women and one pathetic chosen one warrior is sooooo fujimoto coded. this boy can't do a single thing right and it's up to one of the greatest martial arts legends, an old woman, to take him under her wing and make sure he lives up to the prophecy that's been foretold. included in the cast is the most cringe fail assassin i have ever read in my LIFEEEEE, she's soooo embarrassing when it comes to flirting with other girls it's crazy. she's an insane killer but can't pick up a date to save her life. and who's she trying to flirt with? the other main character, a stoic warrior who's fighting for her people's freedom, she's soooo 🫣 so it was hugely entertaining and i can't wait to get the sequel from the library. i honestly Need to read more fantasy books like this, it's so much fun.

oh, i also finished bel canto last night, and it was.....strange. it's about a mass hostage situation that eventually morphs into something surreal and romantic. yeah, i think romantic is definitely the word bc there is no way this would happen in real life, it was just so impossible to me that these high profile hostages, foreign dignitaries and ceos and whatnot bonding with their captors who want to start a revolution like 😭 in the end they all become a huge family which was equal parts charming and equal parts baffling. so i had to really suspend my disbelief. they were really under house arrest with their captors for 4.5 months, that's crazy. but eventually i stopped asking how they didn't push for negotiations more fiercely and how the police and crowds outside didn't just break in and deal with it and just enjoy the language. i think it's about how people can form impossible bonds in impossible circumstances and so from that aspect it was charming and surreal. i've read 3 books from ann patchett and there's no doubt she writes really beautifully. it's just that after about 100 pages i was like okay....i get it, really. do we really need 200 more pages of this? and the epilogue was stupid i'm sorry...so it was a strange experience.

for manga!! tbh it's been soooo hard for me to get into manga lately, i really think this is because as the years go by it's just harder and harder for me to read on my phone, it's just not a comfortable experience. but then on my laptop, the screen is too big 😭 BUT i did actually start an ongoing manga called firefly wedding, which is about an aristocratic girl with a chronic illness who ends up marrying an assassin for her safety after she's captured. the premise sounded really interesting, so i started reading, and i actually really loved the beginning. the girl really just wants to abide by her duties and marry someone respectable for the sake of her family (she's quite no-nonsense about it, which really reminded me of naomi....) during the course of the story she realizes that because of her condition, she doesn't have much time left, and wouldn't she want to spend it doing what she wants instead of what's expected of her? so what ends up being a marriage of convenience ends up becoming more complex as she starts developing feelings for the assassin. and the assassin, well, he's kind of insane 😭 he's a yandere and like ofc he's written like that, very possessive and toxic, and at times he can be a little too much for me. i really liked their dynamic at the beginning, when they were constantly trying to one-up each other in little sly ways—sooooo good. and obviously someone like him has never known love, so he's always testing her limits to see if she's really committed to him because in truth he also just wants someone to love and be loved in return. and he's really cocky which i really love, which made me really drawn to him....but i liked how she didn't take any shit from him and she made sure he knew it too. i really liked watching their feelings develop.

it's just, when she starts developing feelings in return, and their romance further develops, so does his possessiveness.....'the thought of you with another man is more agonizing than death' ummm 🧐🤔🤨 so like, moments like that made me go oh! is that supposed to be romantic? and i'll admit some parts i was like 'girl he's crazy!!!!! how can you be falling for him???' hgkshfjdj but i get it, he knows nothing of the world of people and relationships and he's learning slowly. he's obviously written like that on purpose, this is the only way he knows how to operate in the world, he doesn't know better. AND something else i really like is that during these scenes, she's visibly unsettled; she makes her discomfort clear to him, so i really appreciate that, and that takes him down several notches. i like how he listens to her that way.

they're slowly shaping each other's worldview, which i like. i like how they both learn from each other; she learns how to take chances, and he learns how to listen to others and take accountability.

plus the manga does this thing where it presents double meanings all the time and i just had to screenshot this moment, it's from a scene where she has to pretend to seduce a client in order to get something valuable from him, and he starts getting physical with her, and the assassin comes to the rescue, and obviously everyone outside can hear that something's going wrong but they won't intervene bc it's a brothel:

'we wouldn't want to be in the way of someone who is trying to make their beloved fall more deeply in love with them' hellooooo?????? i gasped.

she has a scar on her chest from a surgery she had to undergo because of her weak heart, and she's self conscious about it, but then the assassin shows her all of his scars and says there's nothing to worry about, it was really cute.

and then some time later her bodyguard shows up, and he's like 'im gonna take you back home no matter what! i can't believe you've been out here like this for so long' and i was like ohhhhh my god please don't make him an annoying overbearing love interest please please please BUT i was pleasantly surprised!!! he's concerned for her, of course, and he has feelings for her and they've known each other since childhood, but he also ends up coming to respect her wishes and autonomy and hes now cooperating with her and the assassin to make sure she can live out her own life. it's really sweet. i do roll my eyes at the rivalry he and the assassin have though, but i love how they're all working together and they both respect her, it's great. anddddd i'm obvious like this but like the bodyguard more hgjshfhf he's the nice one (and his name his kou!!!) and i've always liked the nice guys instead of the bad ones.

so yeah i'm enjoying this manga quite a bit. plus it takes place in the meiji period which i love. i just wish it was already completed, because it's very hard for me to consistently maintain an interest in ongoing manga bc it only takes a few missed chapters for me to end up abandoning it oops. and it's soooo funny that my main complaint is that the love interest is just too much of a yandere bc that's literally the whole point 😭😭😭 it's exactly what it says on the tin, but i have to share my truth....i'm just not used to it at all so it's a bit much at times. sometimes the scenes that are supposed to be romantic make me go oh 🤔 but i'm excited for him to meet her family.....

the art style is so nice too!!! i really love it

as for anime, i did watch two episodes of the apothecary diaries and i liked it, it didn't hook me, but i plan on continuing it eventually. i think maomao is an interesting protagonist! there's some new anime i want to watch, like windbreaker, it just looks really nice. and i need to catch up with dungeon meshi, i haven't watched the last 3 episodes oops. as for movies, i watched the sound of music recently (everybody clap, i watched an old movie) and i liked it, it was charming! too long, but it was cute and corny. i also watched the classic korean thriller old boy, which was crazyyyyyy....that's all i'm going to say. also watched midsommar, which was.....kind of....mid 😭 sorry. i think my expectations were too high, because hereditary scared the shit out of me. but this was just.....okay. it was too overt for my liking. florence pugh was great though. oh, and for shows, i want to watch shogun, bc i just can't believe it's as good as everyone says it is 😭 idk why, i just have to see it for myself to believe it.

no updates on baking and cooking, it's just been the same old...i'm actually trying to just perfect the basics. i want to make the tastiest eggs and the perfect pizza. lately i've been kneading dough by hand and it's so satisfying and i can actually feel when it's ready instead of relying solely on the mixer, and my pizza has been coming out fluffier and softer so i love that.

i'm also getting back into crochet (it's like an on and off relationship at this point) and i always think i've forgotten but i'm pleased to note that it's muscle memory now. i'm crocheting a basket and tbh i really love crocheting things like that. i don't know if i would wear crocheted clothes but i really love making baskets and bags and whatnot. i just wish this wasn't an expensive hobby.....for this basket i had to buy 4 skeins of yarn and a new hook which ended up costing $50 😭 so i think that's why i just don't do it as often as i want to. however, i really do want to get into tapestry crochet/intarsia, i did it when crocheting my kobo sleeve, but it was messy and i want to make another one and improve my technique, maybe even make some wall hangings.

sorry for this novel length response omg!!! are there any new books you're looking forward to jenna!!

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello! I was wondering if it would be okay to request Jack The Ripper and his future SO meeting for the first time and like, them feeling love at first sight? I think that is so cute to think about 😭🤍 and thank you sm sm, hope you're having an amazing day!

That Color - Jack the Ripper

f!reader

notes - PLEASE DUDE AHHHHH OMFG THIS WAS SO WORTH IT TO WRITE!! Thank you so so so so much for the Jack brainrot you have provided me lmaoooo literally I HAVE to make a part 2 for this because it NEEDS one!!!!! Thanks for the request and please please please enjoy <3333

word count - 1,197

You were bored of London. The streets were messy and everyone was the same. You were wanting a new life, but everyone around you was stuck in their old ways. It was getting tiresome for you.

But your biggest problem in these god awful streets was courting. You could never find a man that didn't bore you. You would either get whistles from older men on the street or dates with boys who would tell you about their fathers business that they wanted to take up next. You would sit and nod with a smile on your face, but you would always be praying in your head for the waiter to bring the check already.

Nobody was exciting anymore, they were all just copy and pastes of one another, so simply, you gave up.

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"Good morning!" Your sister knocked on the side of your door loudly and you squinted your eyes tightly shut when she pulled open the curtains, letting the bright morning light in. "Wake up sleepy head! You don't want to be in that gross old bed all day, do you?"

You groaned and turned over, pulling your blanket over your head.

Your sister shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't want you staying in bed all day. I'm going to be cleaning the house today, so could you at least go on a walk?" She pulled the covers off of you and you gave her a very pouty look.

"Oh, come on, y/n! You know you can't stay there all day. How about you get your favorite dress on and go to the field."

You hesitated, but admitted that it didn't sound half bad. "Fine. But don't you dare try to set me up with another boring boy." You fake gagged at the thought and your sister rolled her eyes.

"y/n, there are many nice boys I meet at the market! Please just let me try to find the right one for you!"

"No way!" You didn't even think there was a right boy for you in this place. "If there's one out there for me, I'll find him on my own."

You threw on your favorite corset and dress and quickly ran out of the house before your sister could pack anymore boyfriend bullshit on your shoulders.

You cursed under your breath when you stepped outside seeing that it was raining. Stupid London.

You scoffed and turned back inside for an umbrella. God, you hated this awful town. You wanted nothing more than to run away to somewhere different and you didn't care where that was.

The walk was drab, as always. People trying to hoot and holler at you from the pub and other women making fun of your appearance. You ignored them though and walked to the only place that made you feel like you belonged.

Through a very eerie forest, there was a field you found. Green and lush and most of all, empty.

You smiled when you reached the field, leaving your umbrella and shoes to dance alone in the rain before falling back in the grass. You didn't mind that your dress was sopping wet, it could wash. Being this free was rare for you, so it didn't really matter.

You smiled at the cloudy sky before sitting up and looking off to the distance. That's when you found something new.

You tilted your head and stood up, walking towards the figure in the middle of the field. You had never seen anyone here before, so you had to admit, you were definitely curious.

As you got closer, you saw a man who was staring up at the clouds, letting the rain soak his face. He held a hat to his chest and was smiling.

"Hello?" You were merely 20ft away from the man, but still jumped a little when he turned to you, shock painting your face a bit.

He was stunning. He was skinny and tall and wore dark colors. He didn't look like anyone in London you had met before. You thought you were dreaming, so you pinched your own hand and were very much not dreaming.

"Oh, my apologies," the man bowed before standing back to his full height and putting his hat back on his head. "I didn't mean to startle you, dear."

"You didn't." You voice sounded like a little mouse. Whoever you were looking at felt... different than the others you had met before.

The man walked forward and stuck his hand out to you. "Jack. My name is Jack. What's yours, love?"

You looked up at the man and shook his hand. He had a monocle over one of his eyes that didn't even show his eye, it was covered with what looked like gears.

"y/n." You couldn't stop staring at this man. He looked like something out of a dream.

"That's a beautiful name." Jack smiled, making your cheeks heat.

Jesus, what's wrong with me, you thought. I'm not supposed to feel this way about a some... some... man?

"Might I ask why you're all the way out here, my dear?" Jack asked you, tilting his head. "It's not safe out here for a girl like you, don't you think."

"I go here all the time. I'm very safe. Safer here than out there." You pointed to London and crossed your arms.

"You're a tough one, aren't you, love?" Jack looked at you like no other man had. He looked at you liked he believed you, like he knew you could take care of yourself.

"I am." You giggled, sitting down in the grass, letting the rain coat you.

"You'll get a cold." Jack whispered, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you.

"Are you real?" You chuckled, gladly taking the jacket.

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. Oh, you weren't going to be forgetting that laugh anytime soon.

"You're like... the man from my dreams."

Jack's one eye that showed widened. "I-I don't think I know what you mean."

"We've only known each other for a couple of moments, but.... You have already proven you're something different. You're like the pretty boys from my books." You laughed just at the thought of it.

Jack slowly took off his monocle, revealing a bright red eye that shocked you a bit. His eyes were stunning. This had to be a dream.

Jack gasped quietly. That color, he thought, looking at the bright golden yellow aura that poured off of you. It couldn't be...

After everything Jack had been through, hate, fake love, etc.... you, this random girl who he had met in the middle of the field, had let off the brightest, most beautiful color he had ever seen in his life.

"Will I see you again, my dear?" Jack took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

"I hope so, Jack. I really hope so."

"I'll be back," he whispered, putting his monocle back on. "That, I can promise you."

And just like that, he was gone.

You were already in love and knew you weren't going to fall out for a long time.

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@hallowslasher

[revasserium]

I'm so sorry I know you're in a Naruto mood, but childhood friends to lovers with Suga sounds so cute 😭

reqs are open :)

anatomy of a wish (or the thermodynamics of falling in love)

sugawara; sfw; 1,617 words

june, 2001

“tomorrow’s my birthday! u wanna come?”

the two of you are all of seven years old, with dreams too big for this world to handle, and bodies still small enough for the sky to seem like an endless place. he grins at you, jabbing a thumb into his chest, puffing it out like all his favorite superheroes. like this, he thinks, there’s no way she’ll say no! because the pretty girls never say no to the heroes in movies. and that’s just how things go.

“only if you tell me your birthday wish!" you say, grinning from ear to ear, watching as he struggles with the concept of telling someone else his birthday wish.

"ah... but momma said that if you tell someone a wish, then it won't come true!"

july, 2012

“nee, koushi… what’d you get for question 12?”

you’re splayed across his bedroom floor, cheek pressed against the workbook pages. there’s two bottles of fanta sitting in the space between your bodies, condensation beading on the frosted glass, their contents half drunk, the bubbles falling flatter with each passing second.

“it’s too damn hot in this stupid town… i wish it's just... cool down or something...” he says, lying on his back with his arms splayed out beside him, staring up at the lazy circles of the ceiling fan, doing absolutely nothing to cool down the tepid heat rising within the walls of his room.

“wishes don't come true just because you want them to, you know that right?” you flash him a lopsided grin and he feels his stomach backflip inside him.

august, 2002

“we’re supposed to hold hands when we cross the street!”

you bite your lips as suga grabs your tiny hand in his, your palms sticky with the summer heat, the road deserted except for the shadow of a few large crows, feasting on the remains of some long-dead roadkill. you crinkle your nose as he pulls you across the street to the convenience store, the both of you heaving a long sigh of relief as you step through the air-conditioned doors.

“kou-chan… you’re sweaty.” you blink down at your linked hands.

he hums loudly, pointing with this free hand at the on-sale tuna onigiri on the counter, and makes no effort to let you go.

september, 2012

“so, where’re you gonna apply?” you tap your pencil on the wooden desk, him leaning over the back of his chair to doodle in the margins of your notebook.

“hm? i dunno… probably somewhere close by…”

“are you… gonna keep on playing volleyball?”

his pencil pauses; so does yours.

“yeah. i-i think i am.”

you smile, your pencil resuming it’s rhythmic tap, tap, tap on the table. he doesn’t look up, but you can see the grin on his lips as he continues to shade in the stripes of a perfectly drawn volleyball.

“good. okay.”

october, 2004

at ten years old, sugawara koushi is certain he’s going to marry you.

“what kinda wedding dress do you think you’d wear?” he asks, the pair of you lying on the futon in your room, staring at the soft green glow of the stars pasted across your ceiling. once upon a time, you might've asked what wishes he would've made. but wishes are for children, and they won't come true if you tell them to someone anyway.

“mmm… something pretty.”

“well, duh.”

you make to kick him; he laughs, rolling out of your reach.

“i just meant that anything would look pretty on you!” he says, still laughing.

you sniff, feeling your cheeks warm with the weight of his words.

“you’re cheesy,” you say, unable to stop the smile from spreading across your lips.

“your moms says that girls like that kinda thing.”

november, 2013

“hey! how’s tokyo? ah — well, i guess i was just there last year for nationals — right… but miyagi is the same as ever. quiet… but it’s the nice kinda quiet, y’know? i — uhm… i miss you. i mean, all of us do — asahi and daichi too! but… i think i miss you the most. i know you’re busy with studies so it’s okay if you don’t call me back for a while but… i just wanted you to know that. we’re all good here, so don’t worry. ah — right. that’s it! let me know if you’re coming back for new years! it — it’d be nice to see you again. we... we can visit the shrine and make our new years wishes."

december, 2008

“we go to high school next year!”

you laugh as suga skips half a step in front of you, his breath puffing out in front of him in a great cloud of white.

“you applied to karasuno, right?”

he nods, his moon-kissed hair flopping excitedly about his ears.

“mhm! i watched their team play at nationals and — uwah, it was so cool!!! wait — you applied there too, right?”

you grin, raising an eyebrow, “hm… did i?”

suga pins you with a reproachful look, “it’s mean to play with a young boy’s tender emotions like that, y’know!”

you roll your eyes, “you’re full of shit, sugawara koushi.”

january, 2014

you meet at the foot of the stairs leading up to the shrine, the air is crystalline and clear.

“happy new years,” you both say at the exact same time.

a pregnant pause, and then, you fall into the laughter, the sweet, twinkling, midnight laughter, the warm, welcoming sunrise laughter. the laughter you both grew up surrounded by because you were always, always with each other and nothing has ever been so easy as falling back into this.

“know what you’re gonna wish for?” you ask.

suga grins, bumping you with his shoulder, “i’ve got an idea, you?”

you glance at him and bump him back.

“i’ve got an idea.”

february, 2009

“i got in! i can’t believe i actually got in! i’m going to the karasuno high!”

he waves an acceptance letter in your face, the morning air still cold enough to sting. but the sun is rising behind him and you smile at him like the first breath of spring. he freezes, something clunking clumsily inside his chest like a pair of sneakers tossed into a washing machine.

“you… you made it too, right?” he asks, cautiously, because there’s no way that you’re not going to the same high school as him, right?

you lilt your head to one side, your grin calcifying into something he’s always knew he loved in the space between his chest and his stomach.

“guess,” you say, sidestepping him on the sidewalk even as he nearly stumbles to follow after you.

“of course you did! i-it’d be stupid if you didn’t.”

he levels himself with you and you cast him sidelong glance, holding his gaze just long enough for him to doubt, to blush, to look away.

“it sure would be, huh.”

march, 2016

“so… education, huh?” you tuck a strand of hair behind you ear, the first buds of spring clinging to the winter-bare branches like beads of morning dew.

“yeah… i think i — i’d like to try. y’know… shaping young minds and all that.”

“hm…” you prop your cheek on the heel of your hand, “you’d make a wonderful teacher.”

silence. you sip at your lavender latte, him at his cappuccino.

“i… think i’d like kids… eventually someday.” he licks his lips, his entire body flushing with heat. he wonders if it’s a good idea to be having caffeine so late in the day but you laugh and he looks up and the smile on your face makes everything worth it.

“y’know… i think i do too.”

april, 2010

“if we win this next practice match, will you go out with me?”

he’s smiling, but you can see the corner of his eyes drawing down in that nervous tick of his, hear the way his voice trembles, ever so slightly.

“no.”

suga blinks, somewhere inside him, he thinks he hears the sound of his heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces.

“n…o?”

you shake your head, “i don’t want us to hinge on the outcome of a volleyball match.”

“then… what do you want us to hinge on?”

may, 2018

“hey, what do you want for your birthday this year?”

you walk down lantern-lit street, hand in hand, your faces illuminated by all the dancing matsuri lights.

“hmm… i’ll only tell you if you promise to say yes.”

you pause, you turn to face him and he turns to face you, and neither of you wonders if you say a wish aloud, whether it'll actually come true. of course it will, because you'll make it so, no matter if the wish was made on a falling star or a birthday candle or just in the spaces between two fated souls.

there’s an entire stampede of wild horses thundering across the plains of your heart and suga smiles like he knows exactly what you're feeling.

“okay… i’ll say yes. as a birthday present,” you say, biting down the feeling of the entire universe shifting around you, of time itself slowing down to watch this moment play out, of destiny tugging on the strings that had always conducted you both. one, and then the other, dancing, circling around just this moment.

suga takes a breath before he drops to one knee.

“marry me.”

june, 2012

“happy birthday!!! c’mon close your eyes and make a wish!”

you cheer as suga squeezes his eyes shut over his folded fingers, and then a second later, blows out eighteen multi-colored candles. everyone cheers around him, the entire volleyball team is there, and you'd all spent hours papering the locker-room ceiling in green plastic stars. but still, he only has eyes for you.

“cake! cake! cakeee!” hinata shouts, bouncing around as daichi rummages around the bakery bag for the plastic cake-cutting knife.

“what did you wish for?” you ask, bumping your shoulder against his, even as suga blushes, licking his lips with a sly little grin.

“can’t tell you.”

“why?”

(because i wished for you.)

“cause then, it won’t come true.”

[aprillikesthings]

okay okay okay I have time for one episode tonight

s5 ep6 taking control

The ship is malfunctioning, Entrapta is working on it with Wrong Hordak's help

poor Adora

(also I did reread Nate's fic last night and like, I know teeechnically it's not canon because it's not in the show and I don't think he ever officially admitted it was his fic? but also it is canon. And boy does it make this sorta light-hearted scene more serious.)

OH GOD I'M DYING

Bow: "How did you turn into She-Ra without the sword?"

GIRLY like yes obviously it's wild that you can do it without the sword, but ALSO you can admit to them that it was because you were that upset about Catra.

Like the people who are suddenly able to lift a car because their loved one is trapped under it.

...."come out"

heh

oh see that's easy you just have to make Adora think Catra is almost dead

Glimmer: "The important thing is she was there when your friends needed her!"

He's not...wrong...

Also Horde Prime knows where they are, dun dun dunnnnn, roll intro (which hasn't changed yet but I'm watching it)

poor bb

yeah that's horrifying

oh right this part is literally in Nate's fic

Adora keeps coming back to check on her, and Catra feigns sleep every time. She doesn’t touch the water bottle even though her dry throat aches, because then Adora would know that she had been awake. But eventually, she slips into shallow dreams again — the green fluid, Prime’s smirk, the pain, his voice — and that’s when Adora happens to check in on her again. At the sound of the door Catra sits bolt upright, her heart pounding out of her chest and a terrified scream bursting from her mouth before she can choke it down. And just like that, her cover’s blown. And Adora’s looking at her with that same stupid, hopeful look, like Catra hasn’t spent years trying to burn her and everything she loved. And she can’t stand it.

So Catra does what she always does. She retreats behind her walls, lashes out, needles Adora where she knows it stings the most. It’s what she is. She’s an animal, nothing more than base instincts and rotten heart, just as everyone has always said she was. She’s poison, she’s fire, she’s broken glass, and all she knows how to do is hurt and be hurt in turn.

okay this reminds me of this post tho

okay back to serious

the line delivery here is so good but also 😭

Catra's split-second look of disbelief before it turns back to hard anger, aaugh

ppl do not (usually) change over night

WAHHHH

Adora leaves, angry, and something in Catra, some small childish piece that somehow hasn’t been completely stamped out, wants to call after her, wants to run after her into the bright hallway. She doesn’t. She stays in the dark. She doesn’t know how to leave it.

*cries*

Anyway back on Etheria, they're playing games to keep Frosta entertained and also AN ON SCREEN LESBIAN KISS

Apparently it was the combination of the previous episode and this one that made the first people to watch this season realize "oh we're going to get an actual catradora kiss. on screen. aren't we."

(I remember the day before Netflix dropped the episodes, with everyone I knew on social media basically doing a "will they or won't they." I'm Fandom Old and just kept reminding myself that if they didn't get a kiss or a love confession it was either for good story reasons (Catra was still doing bad shit at the end of s4!) or because the showrunners were forbidden from doing it. But man I was online intentionally spoiling myself as soon as I could. I HAD TO KNOW, but Daci and I watched it like a day later)

Okay so this is part of why I struggle to get how multiple years passed as the show goes on--why is Frosta still like. Eleven.

Glimmer is holding up a box that looks like the ancient sugar Madame Razz used to make pie. Which was also on this ship now that I think about it? That's. Thousand-year-old sugar.

But also

Adora: "After everything we've been through she's still a stubborn brat!!" Glimmer: "This is Catra we're talking about. Did you think she was just instantly going to become a totally different person?"

yeah Adora thought Catra would be grateful and like....lol no

that apron says "kiss the cook" unless someone convinces me otherwise

Also the Horde is following them

awwww another little she-ra doll :( anyway everyone's being weird and creepy

flying through an asteroid field is Entrapta's idea of a great time

BUT HORDE'S SHIPS FOUND THEM and getting banged around made Catra have flashes D:

They've been tracing Catra's neck chip

okay but that's not actually Catra's fault

Yeah I remember this part of the plot 😬

YUP

But yeah Adora drags Entrapta into Catra's room and she does NOT react well, which uhhhh makes sense given her and Entrapta's last interaction

but yeah the phrase "cornered animal" comes to mind

a cat at the vet's office with a "sedate first" sticker on her file

Entrapta's confusion is so genuine. She also sounds a little hurt tbh

i mean yeah that about covers it

well now I'm thinking of a fic I've read

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT what timing lol okay hold on

[pocketjeeble]

Okay, so I haven't posted for a while. That's because I haven't been playing ZZZ a lot. I have decided to play Honkai Star Rail now. And I have so many thoughts, so this is kind of a rant post. This is a long post, so yeah, but here's a TLDR if you want to read my thoughts:

It took a few days for me to adjust to the game, and at times, I got overwhelmed, but I'm enjoying it a lot now. The turn-based combat style isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I think the story is very interesting and I'm invested. I'm a Sampo fan. I have decided to become a Trailblazer main until I get Boothill and Welt. Peppy is so baby I love Peppy.

Please don't spoil anything for me guys, ty! Also does anyone know who did the voice for HooH? To me it sounds like Dan Green when he voices Yami Yugi.

So my thoughts so far are that it took a little bit to adjust to the turn based combat, but it really isn't as bad as I thought. I'm enjoying it a lot! Sometimes I make stupid decisions but when I'm used to an enemy I know how to defeat it quickly, so that's good.

I was also overwhelmed by the amount of side quests at first, because there was A LOT. But I got through them and it's all good now. It's probably gonna get worse later on though welp😭

Story wise, at first I found that there was too much information to take in and I got confused, but I just kept playing and now it doesn't feel like that. Yeah, there's always new information being thrown at me, but it doesn't feel as confusing as it did before. I think because I'm so used to Genshin Impact, when it comes to other Hoyoverse games, I have to unlearn all of the Genshin stuff to enjoy the other games. I had to do it with ZZZ, too. I kept calling 'Polychromes' 'Primogems' for a good bit😭😭. I am enjoying the story so far, and I'm really looking forward to playing and learning more. I just defeated Cocolia. She was CRAZY and idk if to say poor Cocolia or not. Maybe because she was under the stellaron's influence. Stellarons really do some wild things😭😭. Also, when Trailblazer unlocked the path of Preservation, I thought that cutscene was really badass. Trailblazer out here being the coolest Hoyo mc fr imo.

As for characters, I have to admit it. I am a Sampo fan. For days, he was the only thing on my mind/srs. I want to crush him to a pulp but also smooch him. Idk, maybe I need help. I like Serval she's so cool, and Gepard reminds me of Xavier from Love and Deepspace (long lost brothers fr/j). When I played as Welt in a trial, him casually summoning a black hole BLEW my mind, so now I really want him along with Boothill. I'm saving up for Boothill, and I refuse to pull for any event banner until he's back. Idc who's meta, I need the cunty cowboy man. Also, I want Gallagher, but I know nothing about him. (DON'T SPOIL). But for now, I'm gonna be a Trailblazer main. Whatever characters I get for free or on the Standard warp are who I'm gonna be using. I'll probably keep using Destruction trailblazer, but I'm also gonna build Harmony because I don't have any characters with Imaginary powers.

Some other thoughts as well. When I had just first started playing and I was using Kafka, and I got to the walkway thing that shows outside the space station, I was so hyped and terrified to see all that space and stars. It's like if you actually shot me up into space, I'd feel the same because space is so vast and intimidating but so awesome.

ALSO PEPPYYYYY. Every time I see Peppy I malfunction for a second and then I take pictures because Peppy is so CUUUUUTE. I want to cry every time I see Peppy.

That one quest where the guy was making androids to keep his past lover alive in a way was really sad, I actually needed a moment to process because holy shit dude. And when I was on my way to Herta's office I saw he had a new android after I told him to destroy the other one, that kinda fucked me up for a sec. Also the quest where this other guy had a crush on this lady and some time stuff happened to her, that was really sad too. But I gave him the true information, so now he's gonna go chase after her.

And that's all I have to say for now. If you read up until here, holy shit lmao hi. I'm very sleepy writing this, so I know it doesn't sound like the most comprehensive, and definitely not concise, post but I just wanna yap because whenever I get introduced to a new game I want to talk about it.

[nerdyenby]

Green time :D I’m watching Oli

This is the most awake I’ve ever felt, Oli is magic, I swear

*Barks* “That’s a gecko sound” yup

CAMO OLI!!!

Ok but I’m legit confused because he’s actually in the room but is he greenscreening a picture of the room onto himself in the actual room being videoed??? Y’know what, I’m not gonna question it

NO HE HAS A GREENSCREEN OF HIS ROOM IN HIS ROOM IM LOSING IT

It would take at least two degrees to figure out Oli’s stream setup, I swear /pos

“It’s very unlikely that we’ll win” mhm yep no comment

“‘People have ads king they can’t see’ Oh I’m sorry, is that my problem??? They have the sub button don’t they?!?!!??” You guys don’t understand how much I love this man /p

“Obviously a great team: we got skill, we got passion, we got drive. What we don’t got is decision making” so real of them, honestly

Punz and Krinios are Oli antis, real and true

Oli what do you MEAN that is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen (pictured below because I can’t not)

WHAT IS BEKYS STREAM??!??!???!!?!??

Team captain Oli o7

Ah yes Gene Ellie

Oli is the absolute silliest

Can’t believe Oli Orionsound bullied Jojo off the server /lh

Oli and Beky are having so much fun, their energy is unmatched

“‘What happened to Quig?’ Died. Sad. Actually he went to North Carolina, which I think is worse”

“I just want to talk tactics with the bois” “What, am I not allowed?” “No, you’re one of the bois, Bekyamon”

Can’t believe Punz has never met a British person before /j

Krinios gets to have depth perception for once, good for them

Them all cracking up and Krinios’s “That’s so stupid!!” while still laughing, that’s the Orionsound difference right there

“I’m usually bottom ten, if I suddenly up my game, we’re cracked” Where’s that dodgeball ‘gift of prophecy meme’

FINALLY SOME HYPE FOR BINGO (it’s only good with pvp imo but I love some positive energy)

Bingo but Fast

The absolute chaos of thinking they had to get 45 of every item 😭

My bingo bois <333

They’re killing it!!!!

Was Oli the only one to discover the veggie points in bingo? If so that’s so cool and quirky of him

“You really fell off king” “Thanks man” is it too soon to say I love Krinios? I haven’t watched much of his content but they’re funny and gnc and that’s enough for me

“Maybe I was built for scuffed” little does he know…

“Bingo but second?” BEKY 😭

I literally thought “maybe the real elevator is the friends we made along the way” a second and a half before Oli said that exact thing

Battle Box

This team is so strong actually

Them chanting to eat the carrots

Their fight against blue was so clean

Them running around frantically trying to break and eat blocks is so silly

OLI’S POPPING OFF!!!!!

Punz holding a grudge from MCC13 😂

“That’s a hot leaderboard if I’ve ever seen it” they’re all so cool

Why are they talking about fonts and why is Oli doing so in a sultry voice 😭

Hole in the Wall

This team is so good at communicating and adapting, they’re so epic

It sounded like Krinios just straight up told Oli to cut his hands off and then said “Why not?” Lmao

The floor just falling out from below Oli is so comical

“We keep muchin’” so true

“I’m switching to Punz mode” “Yeah!!” Punz being supportive my beloved

Survival Games

“You can’t place blocks” “Not usually, but this is scuffed Punz” so true Oli

Punz just freaking died L

“Punz it’s okay, don’t forget: I’m Punz now” Oli is absorbing his power as we speak

Something about the way Oli swoops is so satisfying

Oli is so “haha I’m in danger”core

Beky and Oli supremacy!!!! They popped off!!!

WHAT IS THIS HALFTIME SHOW??!!!?!!???! I’m down but what’s the backstory here??

Well now I have to watch red lmao

TGTTOSAWAF

They all got top 10?!?!!??!! They popped off!!!

WHY ARE THEY ALL SO GOOD AT THIS????

“First is good, I think” so true Oli

3 green in the top 4, they’re so cracked

“Guys I think the second eye is helping me” He’s just too powerful when they have depth perception

WHY ARE OLI’S PREDICTIONS SO ON POINT??? He legit was just like “you don’t think we’re gonna get blockle? Really?” He was so confident my goodness

Sands of Time

Oli sand daddy :D

He’s doing such a good job giving instructions and getting everyone settled

Beky calling the extra something after the portal immediately and she’s right

They actually handled the jumpscare so well what the heck

“Oh it’s just giving us anxiety?!??? Oh my god, that’s so mean!!!” So real Krin

Oli’s such a good sandkeeper I could cry (I have covid and my eyes are watering every 10 minutes don’t judge me)

I’m so unreasonably proud of Oli’s performance this MCC, he’s doing amazing

Their comms are so good 😭😭😭

“It’s a hard jump kinda” “No it’s not, we’re cracked”

Big Sales at Build Mart

These guys are having so much fun, it makes me so happy

I was so sure “team captain Oli” was Beky joking but he’s genuinely such a good igl

“That’s funny man” “Thanks man” “You practice that one?” “Yeah I did :)” oh my gosh them

“You can’t punch in the nether bit” “That would be togettotheothersidescore” it’s for the best but I kinda wanted them to be able to punch each other into the lava, it would be so silly and (dare I say) scuffed

Oli being self deprecating and Bek just agreeing with him 😂

Ah yes, the bickering phase of buildmart

Oh no, Oli being one block off on the check board means he got 0% :((

“There has to be crazy game for us to get out of dodgebolt right now” “Hey, you don’t know how hard I can throw” the way Oli’s proud of that is everything, actually

Skyblockle

Why does Krinios think there’s friendly fire in skyblockle?? Who hurt them???? (Literally)

Oh did Bek’s internet die?

Beky’s back :D

Punz being shocked that he landed in the void and Oli’s little “I landed it :)”

“What’s that iron golem in the middle, what does he do?” “What doesn’t he do?” So true Oli

Gee thanks, no pressure Punz lol

Oli placing lava on himself, that’s my A tier <333

They were so ready to not make it lol

They’re so excited to team with yellow :))

Jimmy is so confused lmao

Dodgebolt

Jimmy and Oli my beloveds

“Blushi we’re sharing a brain” I love everything happening here actually

I love yellow so much I’m so excited to watch them

“You’ve never missed a shot, ever” … “I missed the shot!! D:”

“Hiding like a little mouse” “Like a rat, even” So true Bek

PUNZ 😭😭😭😭 “You have to hit one” *both miss*

Oli just standing still to stare at the frog for like five seconds is so adhdcore

Joel and Oli’s trade is so iconic

How are Krinios and Punz in such perfect sync lmao

KRIN JUST KILLED JIMMY 😭😭😭

“There is friendly fire, just to let you know” Thanks Jim

Oh whoops I was definitely wondering in previous pics what happens when pg and nonpg are thrown together in dodgebolt, guess we know lol

“Why would you start the anime betrayal arc?” Because he’s an anime protagonist, Phil, you know this, cmon

“If you hit both of these you’re the craziest guys… You’re the craziest guys!!!” You’d never guess what happened lol

This was so fun, I love them :))

“I’m actually pro-empires team, so” So true Oli

“Oli you popped off!!” “Aye YOU popped off!! No YOURE so hot, no YOURE so cute!!!” I love Joel and Oli so much

Empires popped off <333

Well I don’t feel bad anymore because I have zero clue who just called Oli “Grian” lmao, probably Sam??

Shoutout to Sam(?) for giving Oli good material to do an angsty outdo to lol

Nvm it’s motivational now, thanks Grian /ref

“If I can come second place, what can you do?”

[haiihellooo]

I know I talk too much, but I had to get this out, because, like I said, I have nothing better to do. Okay, so, first of all I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!! I don't know why so many things piss me off, like, to the point where I'll be like "I won't think about this tonight" and it keeps me up all night. Idk if this is some childish shit or I'm genuinely gonna burst a blood vessel. Some stupid fucker says something online and I HAVE to respond. Misunderstandings piss me off so much, and with that, I will name shit that's been pissing me off lately. 1. The comic Lydia situation- I LOVE comic Lydia to death, and I'm sure the two people who, yearly, accidentally click on my posts know that too, but these DUMBASS bitches don't know that. Every FUCKING time I see a post about comic Lydia, it's some braindead idiot saying the same thing we've seen a million times. YES, SHE LICKED CARL'S EYE! WE FUCKING GET IT! "I can't believe Lydia would do that 🥺" If it's so traumatizing, DON'T.READ.THE.COMICS! Another thing is how Lydia was 16 and Carl was 13. I've already established that I ONLY ship TV!Carl X Comic!Lydia/TV!+Comic!Carl (whatever fucking fusion I created) X Comic!Lydia, but people be saying shit like "OMG, LYDIA'S SUCH A CREEPY CREEPER FOR THAT 😭😭!" Bffr, bitch, this girl has been to hell and back, AND was taught so much bullshit. 1. That childhood didn't exist, 2. That people could do WHATEVER the hell they want to her, and 3. That she was an animal. What the fuck do you expect? Lollipops and daisies? Open your eyes, brotha. For some reason, people are saying that Lydia SA'd Carl and trauma dumped on him about her situation at camp. Really? That's what we're going with? Dude, she was TAUGHT to DO these THINGS! Holy CRAPPPPAPAPAP!! 2. The SHOW Lydia situation- This girl makes me want to peel the skin off of my nonexistent balls. People will sympathize for TV Lydia SO much! "She didn't deserve what she went through!!" Be so fr. TV Lydia didn't even scratch the surface of what comic Lydia went through. Sure, she was in a shitty situation too, but girl got TWO boyfriends AND two father figures. Comic Lydia got slapped in the fucking face by her mom, and, in the end, didn't even get to be with Carl. Wtf is this? And people say: "Well, she got bullied." I'm not sure being bullied is worse than being r-worded and nearly killed to spite your mother. I see all these FUCKING "TV Lydia >>> Comic Lydia" shit. What did this girl do? They make her seem like a monster for doing WHAT SHE WAS TAUGHT! If someone tells you "Hey, y'know red means go and green means stop" from the time you're 10, I bet you'd get hit by a fucking 18 wheeler. Another thing, that bitch was ANNOYING! Jesus Christ, I don't wanna sound one-sided but HOLY CRAP! Nothing against Cassady, but "WAAA, MY MAMA HATES ME!" Girl, stop. The Chandler Riggs situation- Stfu about this horse shit. It never happened. Kys. Free my man Chandler 💪 Empty fanbase- I can't do it. I can't fucking do it. I have to keep recycling the same comic Lydia images over and over and OVER AGAIN! There's hardly ANY fanart of her, hardly ANY edits, and the ONLY time I see anything with her "Me reacting to Lydia licking Carl's eye 🤓" These pussy baby bitches, bro. I'm literally alone here. Whenever I try to defend my point online, some overweight person behind a computer SHITS on my FUCKING point, leaving me looking like a damn idiot. All because I'm saying you shouldn't label a kid as a creep because she's scared. But NOOOOOOOOOO, one person says something and the fucking hivemind begins. I'm here with my SCRAPS of comic Lydia content. My SHITASS DRAWINGS, all because people, for some reason, want this girl dead. And with that, I will stfu. Idgaf. Suck my ass. Show Lydia sucks ass, (not) respectfully. I will defend comic Lydia 'til this earth blows. My girl deserves better. If comic Lydia has one fan, it's me. If she has zero fans, I'm dead. And, yes, I will keep being dramatic and rant about dumb shit I read online.