#but I still wanted to do something for Oli

[0mossymeep0]

Happy Birthday, Oli! 🎉

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[fisheito]

alright. 👓 what we got for this weird little step up banner. Why did they have SR yaku and oli on the promo pic?? And what does it have to do with eiden's huey decision???? No matter... let's see if there's anything i'd like to pull for...

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The only SSRs aster and morv have? . Already have morv, and he's full unlocked. I wouldn't MIND an aster if only to see him slap morv around. but it's not enough to motivate me to throw my contracts... ohhh if only there were a tiny aster SSR.... i want that lil guy fuckin things up...

Ocean breeze yakumo- WAIT, IDOL YAKUMO? THE WETTEST, (arguably) MOST PATHETIC WHIMPERER OF THE YAKUMOS? the yakumo that i did not want during his original run because i wanted nothing to do with him and thus i never Obtained him? YOU're saying i could finally have a soggy beach tankini yakumo in my collection, to manipulate voice lines at will, to replay whatever sad Single Line of Sad Whines he lets out in R2----- THAT YAKUMO? well now i have to read up on the terms and conditions of this banner

[interlude: reading and some judgemental squinting]

They said guaranteed SSR within 70 pulls...BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU CAN ONLY CHOOSE THE SSR AT 300? idk bro that seems like a lot to sacrifice for a rerun... what else have we got to work with here

Chocolate fiend retail edmond- does not measure up to white wedding edmond. i remain uninterested

Mother Nature oli- tEMPTING, OK, THE ONE I'VE WANTED SINCE I STARTED PLAYING, , but he probably isn't a great unit like most of the older units BUT MY DEAREST MATRON OF LIFE FLORAL HUNTER OLI..........THE NOSTALGIA HITS HARD

Ropeflinger quincy- no interest

Period cramps kuya- no interest

Loincloth gapmaster garu- tbh i'd be pissed if i got this one because i already have him at 3 stars and if i get just. one single extra of this. that's not enough to ascend himn. it's nto enough to do ANYTHING. either give me plentiful puppy or NONE AT ALL!!!!

Idol apprentice blade- hol up isn't this the blade with that riduclousoly beautiful eiden sprawed alcross the bed that makes you wanna go RRRRRRRHBWRUFFRRAWFBARKRBARKBRAKRKBABRBARK???? ok ok, serious contender,,,, it never hurts to have more blade rooms

Icy equilibrium dante- ?!?! isn't this the one where dante is an absolute loser for eiden and they're so painfully vanilla and sweet that you want to projectile vomit all over the foggy glass? hm. i could use some more bullying dante for his feeligns. yeah, sure , why not

Truth seeker rei- waitwaitwait isn't this another one of rei's lore-important units? the one that dishes out his saian shenanigans, AND sticks him in a locker (where he magically manages to remove his pants but stil retain his powerrfully high goth boots)? hm. also don't remember him being a particular useful unit , but. "cunty boots stay on during sex" rooms are still a delight every time. alright. consider me interested. a bit.

SR yaku- got im SR oli- got im SR quincy- got im

SR kuya- YOU!!!!!!!!!! the AACCCURSED SR that pops up in zerophos' guides, who is weirdly OP and i canNOT COMPLETE THE STAGES BECAUSE I DO NOT HAVE YOU. you supposed "low-rarity-tier" unit with your unfair trigger? skills??? now i BET you would be mighty useful to have but that's just it, innit? the moment i might deign to lure you to my team, and you refuse me. you ignore me more than anyone else ever has in my life. you ignore me more than OG SSR Garu who, to this day, 3 years later, has not dared to look upon me. no. just for that, i'm going to say i'm not interested. get out of here peepaw. i don't need you to complete those freakishly specific challenge trial conditions.

VERDICT? i'm widdle--sorta--maybe interested in 6 of the 11 SSRs , which is not uhhhhhh optimal it's not like i'll come out of this a winner no matter the outcome Lookin 🔬 at these numbers, probably not worth it to me... maybe i'll throw a loose scroll at the banner if i give in to my impulse randomly

but with magical girl blade on the horizon? mm. gotta be smart with these gamblin' odds. may have to bunker down like the crocodile and play the waitin game...

[phosphorus-noodles]

the more i think about it the more i think au joelious might be aromantic

[appystruda]

already thinking about doing another one

spinning the idea of drawing famous artworks as mcyts again like i did with alphonse mucha's four seasons

[edge-oftheworld]

something that’s extremely underappreciated in my eyes, as a vegan and also a human with a decent understanding of mental health, is when someone with a platform promotes plant based options without turning on the guilt for someone’s dietary choice (which is often restrained by things they have no idea what are like).

I think of the many scandals the smiths have gotten into in the past as another of—unfortunately many—examples of where a drive for animal justice leads people to promote literal fascism and racism. and then I think of things like. michael and crystal recommending vegan food places from time to time. hearing the experience of calum being at a festival looking for pescatarian food. luke deciding to show us his shopping basket that just happened to have plant based pies in it—out of all the meat options that four n twenty offers. no guilting. as far as we know no band members are even vegan. but little things like this do FAR more for normalising swapping out meat sometimes than straight up promoting it as a lifestyle choice and commitment. and that’s what really makes a difference on a larger scale—in terms of demand for meat, climate impacts, and demand for vegan alternatives. we can celebrate, say, oli sykes or billie eilish for promoting veganism and the charities each of them has had a hand in building—I’m not saying they’ve done anything wrong by that—but we can also celebrate this. the little things. people doing it imperfectly too and showing us it’s possible, there’s no need to let impossible standards stop us from doing something.

[nereidprinc3ss]

you’re my best friend

in which spencer reid has to teach your young son how to make friends nicely after a day at the park gone awry

fluff!! warnings/tags: fem!reader, husband!spencer yum, boy dad spencer enters the nereidprinc3ss cinematic universe!!!! yayyy!! but you still have a baby daughter as well, Spencer would 100% give his children old people names I'm sorry, gentle parenting Spencer my beloved a/n: I really miss spring its my favorite season so I found this draft that feels very springy and it makes me very happy also.. the name... like queen... also this is old so its probably not winning a pulitzer

The sun beats down just shy of hot on the sheath of fresh grass where you and Spencer are comforting your crying son—the ground beneath your blanket is a lush, verdant carpet, still cool with springtime rain but not wet. 

All of this pleasantry is lost on your son Oliver. He’s too focused on the scraped knee he sustained when he got pushed over on the wood chips. Marianne, your baby girl, is gurgling happily in her little bassinet next to you. Whoever said raising girls was harder had obviously never met the Reid siblings. Oliver is a drama queen—something you suspect he inherited from his father. 

“See? All better,” your husband is saying, wedding band glinting as gold as the curls that fall to his eyes as he smooths a bandaid over Oli’s wound. Seeing him like this never gets old.

Oli’s crying chokes to a confused halt. 

“It still hurts,” he complains. 

“I’m sorry, buddy. But you shouldn’t’ve pushed.”

“I wanted to be her f-friend,” Oli says, his sweet little bow lips (all Spencer) beginning to pout again. 

Your husband wipes Oliver’s already teary cheeks gently. “I know, but she didn’t know that. Not everybody likes to be pushed, even when you’re playing, because it’s kinda mean, isn’t it?”

“I was not being mean.”

“Do you push all your friends?”

“Sometimes,” Oliver says stormily. Spencer gives him a knowing look. 

“Are you sure you didn’t push her just because she’s a girl?”

Little shoulders raise and drop heavily. Guilty. 

“I know it’s sometimes hard to make friends with girls, but they generally don’t like being pushed. Not anymore than boys do. Maybe even less.”

“Then how do I make friends with them?”

Spencer considers this. 

“Well… how do you usually make friends?”

“I ask if they wanna play.”

“Sounds like you already know how to make friends with girls, then. That’s all you have to do.”

“How did you be friends with mommy?” Oli asks, bunching the blanket in his little hand. You smile to yourself.  

Spencer’s eyes flash up to you for only a second, his lips parted in what only you would recognize to be amusement. 

“I was super nice to her. Me and mommy are really good friends, right?”

Oliver nods dutifully. 

“Do you know why?”

A shake of his little curly head, this time.

“Because when you’re nice to someone, it usually makes them want to be your friend. Not always. But you have a much better chance that way. If I pushed mommy the first time we met, I don’t think we’d be here today.”

Your lips flatten to zip in a laugh. To Oliver, this is a very serious matter. To you, too. It’s important that he grows up to treat people well. 

“Why not?”

Spencer dodges the question smoothly. 

“Why don’t you try going to apologize to her? She might not want to talk to you, and that’s okay. But if you say you’re sorry, maybe you guys can play nicely together.”

This determines the already willful Oliver, who pushes up clumsily before running down the knoll on his short legs and approaching the swing set where his earlier assailant now plays alone. He stops far enough away that he can make a break for it if she gets a fixing to push him again. Smart boy. 

You and Spencer observe the interaction carefully, and while you can’t hear what’s being said, things seem to go well. Soon they’re making their way to the little kid’s playground in tandem. 

“Super nice, huh?”

“I really wanted to be your friend,” Spencer counters, scooting closer to Marianne’s bassinet. “Hi, angel,” he coos, demeanor instantly softening as he strokes her soft cheek. You can’t help smiling. The look in his eyes is truly something to behold. “God, I’m never gonna get over how much she looks like you.”

You preen and try to hide it. “You can’t possibly know that yet. Her skeletal structure is far from fully developed.” 

“Uh oh,” Spencer says to Marianne, offering her a quarter of a strawberry from a Tupperware. “Mommy is starting to sound like me. Is that scary, or what?”

Marianne cackles and burbles and takes the fruit with her little clutching fingers, only missing her mouth the first time she tries to eat it. 

“You’re so good at this,” you murmur thoughtlessly. The moment Oliver was born he’d been a natural. Earlier, even. You saw it in his eyes the second you tearfully told him you were pregnant. He’s a man of many gifts—and that extends to the way he parents. 

His gaze turns to you, still just as soft, but more knowing, on you. It’s comforting, to be known and seen and loved like that. 

“Couldn’t do it without you.”

“Corny,” you tease.

He shuffles on his knees to be closer to you. “Biologically factual.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you into him with an arm and presses a firm kiss to your head. 

“Have I told you how much I appreciate you recently?” He murmurs into the quiet dark against your temple, shielded from the spring sun. 

You’re melting in his hold, the way you always do. “Mhm.”

“Good. There’s nobody I’d rather be super nice to.”

You breathe him in—feel the rush of happy chemicals flood your brain.

“What if I pushed you?”

“You wouldn’t do that,” he asserts, pulling back and framing your face between his hands. 

“But if I did.”

He regards you with narrowed eyes. 

“Why? Am I in trouble?”

“Maybe.” But you say it too coyly. The corner of his mouth twitches. 

“I’d forgive you,” Spencer murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But if you want to be my friend, you can just ask, lovely.”

One more quick peck, and he’s situating himself to lay his head in your lap once more. You slide his sunglasses on for him once he’s settled, and he catches your hand, kissing your knuckles. Your lips twist. 

“You make it so hard to want to push you. I need you to be mean.”

He laughs. 

“Too bad. I like being nice to you.”

[aphrodicci]

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these are observations i've made due to people i've been around and celebrity charts i have looked at x

♇ scorpio placements like to be praised for everything they've done.

♇ online personalities who have really loud personas usually have a sag placements, ex berleezy, trap celeb, oli london, ekane etc...

♇ during a solar return chart having a stellium or more than 4+ planets in your 1h means you will REALLY be in your head, might face a lot of mental challenges.

♇ people with beneficial planets in their 9h ex jupiter or venus, specifically, usually do okay within in education, like no matter how back they are, they always pass

♇ pisces placements can RAMBLE and talk for a long time without actually saying anything.

��� pisces mars men, the worst. the ones i've come across usually don't know what they want. but pisces mars women >>>

♇ aries degrees, specifically the 13th degree could insinuate you could be the first person to do something. janice dickson has the 25th degree and she is known as the first supermodel, beverly johnson has the 1st degree and is known as the first black supermodel, eva is the first black woman to win america's next top model and she has the 13th degree.

♇ sagittarius placements... laughing and smiling for no reason...

♇ leo moons and having hair that grows fast. for example, my brother and my nephew are both leo moons and they can cut their hair and a month later it grows back to their shoulders. i believe this could apply to 5H moons.

♇ those who have their 12h ruler conj or positively aspect their moon do become famous, [moon rules over audience] ariana grande has moon conj venus and megan has moon conj mars. if there's a negative aspect, it is still a fame indicator, but they would like get their fame after, for example chapelle roan who has moon square mercury.

♇ a lot of cancer asc men are insecure. the ones i know pity themselves so much too.

♇ much sag sun women like to dance, could be sag in big 6 + jupiter as well

♇ a fixed sign specifically scorpio in the 11h is a strong indicator of having a big online platform. but the one that is stronger than that is having moon in the 11h, most people that have this placement or even cancer in the 11h told me that they have a big platform.

♇ people with saturn or lilith in the 7h might be put into uncomfortable situations with their friend and their friends s/o, like their s/o might always likes them.

♇ uranus in 3h people might like to make up languages? or learn new ones

♇ your jupiter persona chart can talk to you about your future spouse as jupiter is the main planet to look at when it comes to your wife/husband.

♇ nara smith has jupiter in cancer and her spouse is very domestic and traditional, he even helped her give birth to their newest child, whimsy lou.

♇ dove cameron has a gemini ascendant with the 12th degree [pisces degree] probably why people say she has so many faces, she also has a heavy 8h which points to she got many procedures, khloe kardashian has a gemini moon and is also said to have many faces, also have pluto in the 8h.

♇ scorpio placements really dont like it when you enter their room all the time.

♇ a lot of dhanistha moon women have upturned eyes, or like to wear eyelashes that give them that look.

♇ people who have moon in the 11h do friend-crush a lot.

♇ aries venuses are the type to hate the people they crush on, their feelings can be quick changing but it is still intense!

♇ the reason some virgo and cancer ascendants are normally confused with each other is because they both have cat faces.

♇ its funny that when jupiter in taurus was at its peak which is the 29th degree, chef-influencers became more known on social media.

♇ people with a strong sag+virgo combination could be obsessed with perfecting their future

♇ people with scorpio/aries in their chart are likely to become alcoholics.

♇ saturn in cancer natives are likely to be less submissive to men.

♇ people with moon in the 11h or have cancer in their 11h tend to have big followers online [can work if the ruler of your 11h is in cancer]

♇ the "rumours" are true, aries venuses do get disinterested pretty quickly.

♇ the 6H in astrology can tell you what kind of skills you have, for example, if you have a venusian ruled 6H [Libra, Taurus, Venus in 6H], you could be talented a makeup, fashion etc.

+ the kalogeras sisters have leo/sun influence in their chart and they're known for their curly hair, [leo rules the mane].

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[shotoh]

❝ I THINK I… ♡ ❞

⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ when they realize they’re in love with you

feat. oliver aiku, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kunigami rensuke, mikage reo

cw + tw. fluff, some angst, fem!reader, aged-up!characters, pro-player!characters, friends to lovers + established relationships, pet names, (!!!)attempted assault (in kunigami’s scenario, but he’s obviously not the assailant), alcohol usage (in oliver’s), maximum self-indulgence

notes. jdjsjsn this is kind of all over the place but i just wanted to word dump some cute scenarios and headcanons

OLIVER AIKU

honestly, he’d get kind of scared. and not in an appalled way like, “psh, i’m oliver aiku! i can get any woman i want so why should i only care about this one person?!”

no, it’s because he’s fully aware of his disloyal and womanizing past that he’s afraid of this. he’s afraid he’ll end up hurting you—the one person he truly cares about—and he believes you don’t deserve that.

you deserve so much better than a douchebag like him.

he keeps that growing pit of adoration to himself and carries on with his life as always, but that can only do so much when he’s so clearly infatuated with you.

the most he lets himself do is tag along on your night out at clubs. however, he doesn’t drink a lick of alcohol. he needs to be sober to take care of you in case you get too wild out there to do so yourself. while he’s there though he talks to a few of the women flocking around, entertains them a bit, maybe as a feeble attempt to get you off his mind and forget about the jealousy rooted deep inside him when too many guys check you out and ask for a dance. but nowadays, he can never find it in himself to take any of these women home. that’s how deep his affections for you have run.

at one point during the night, you approach him with one too many drinks in your system, evident by your wobbly steps and the carefree grin plastered on your face.

“oli~! why don’ yer dance wit me?!” you slur, nearly toppling in front of him if not for oliver dashing forward to stop you from falling on your face.

“i think you’ve had one too many drinks, sweetheart,” he chides. after that he’s draping his large coat over your bare shoulders and leading you back to his car to get you home, while ignoring all the pouty women on his way out.

you object to leaving at first, droning about how the night is still young, but oliver is persistent in getting you home safe and sound. eventually, you doze off in the passenger seat while he’s driving. when he parks in front of your apartment complex, he carries you all the way up to your door, fishes out your keys from your clutch, and finally gets you into bed.

he lingers a little bit longer to make sure you’re all settled and if you need his help with anything, but once the buzz in your system has fizzled and your eyes are fully lidded, oliver assumes you’re out like a light. that is, until he’s sitting at your bedside and he hears the faintest murmur from your lips.

“love you… oliver…” is what comes out in a lovely daze and he almost wants to deny he heard it for both yours and his sake, but all he can do is muster a smile, ghosting a hand along your cheek, and say while you’re blissfully unaware,

“love you too, sweetheart.”

ITOSHI RIN

lowkey annoyed over this because instead of soccer plaguing his mind 24/7, his thoughts are now overrun by you! so he ignores the feeling, thinking it will magically go away or something. but newsflash to rin: it’s not as simple as it looks, and he ends up learning that lesson the hard way.

he spends the next week evading you—declining invites to hang out, sending half-hearted text messages, and ingraining himself in his soccer practices. unfortunately for him, his performance actually gets worse because now all those feelings he’s been bottling up inside his fragile heart are about to burst.

even shidou has been scoring more than him and rin just can’t live that down, especially when the former asks if the reason he’s been doing so poorly is because he and his “little girlfriend” broke up. which isn’t even the case since you’ve both never crossed that bridge.

poor boy goes home one day conflicted over all of this, slouched on the edge of his bed with his hands ruffled in his hair. soon he gets a text from you, which he shouldn’t be surprised by, given how he’s been treating you lately.

but then you’re asking him if he’s okay and rin is utterly taken aback because he’s been acting like such an asshole, yet you’re the one that’s still worried about his well-being.

right then and there rin has a long moment of contemplation, breathing a sigh into his hand which clasps over his mouth. he replies back with a quick apology text before telling you to meet him after his practice tomorrow. the moment he hits send, he tosses his phone on the bed, not willing to wait for that hovering gray bubble to appear on the message window.

when tomorrow arrives and practice is over, his steps are dragging along the pavement outside the training facility. he’s honestly doubting if you’ll even show up, but those qualms are immediately dashed when he sees your figure a few distances away. you’re standing there with apprehension written on your features, which morph into worry as soon as you cross eyes with him.

rin can’t even get a word in or form a coherent thought because the moment you run up to him, you’re blabbering about how he didn’t have to apologize because he was probably working so hard on soccer, chasing his dreams and the like. then, you bring up how maybe you should continue distancing yourself in order to help him focus, and god, that flicks a switch in rin’s head because that is far from what he wants.

all of a sudden, he’s silencing you as he pulls you into his chest. you find yourself buried in his jersey, confused but not drifting away, and even return the embrace when you sense him shake against you.

“fuck, no. i don’t want that all…” his voice sounds like he’s about to break as he mutters those words into your hair. his arms tighten around your shoulders as if you’ll leave him at any moment. you assure him you won’t as you nuzzle closer into his chest.

“then i’m not going anywhere, rin.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

the thought comes upon him when he’s alone in his apartment. it’s not immediate though.

the sunlight seeping through the curtains inevitably wakes him up one very late morning. and by very late, i mean this dozy boy definitely slept in that day, if he couldn’t already tell from his digital clock reading 11am.

even though nagi is always keen on getting plenty of shut-eye, he’s constantly kept on his toes when it comes to having a productive sleep schedule. partially due to soccer practices, but also because you sometimes visit him in the mornings. so normally, he’s woken by the ruckus you’re making while cooking him breakfast in the kitchen.

but this morning it’s… silent. which in hindsight, nagi should be happy about, right? he got to sleep in, after all, and he doesn’t have practice today. what more could he want?

once he shakes off the last remnants of sleep from his body, he finally musters the strength to get out of bed and maybe start his day with something to eat. which this morning is… leftovers. specifically the leftovers from the last time you made him food—a couple days ago.

regardless, he warms them up and sits down with a plate on the table. says his appreciations for the meal and digs in. when the first bite enters his mouth, it tastes the same as when he initially had it, but there’s an empty feeling in the bottom of his stomach he can’t quite pinpoint. he scarfs down a few more spoonfuls until he grows tired of eating, resting his head on the table.

his tummy is full, yet that emptiness persists—it’s been on the forefront of his mind for several days now and it’s starting to annoy him. he can’t determine why that is and what makes those days any different from before succumbing to that void in his heart.

after all, nothings changed.

just that… you went on an overseas trip. without him.

well, it’s not like he was ever going to be invited since you’re supposed to be vacationing with your girlfriends.

ah, wait. maybe he’s just lonely.

no, that can’t be it. he hung out with reo and some of the other blue lock boys the day after you left. even a slacker like him still makes time to see his friends. so what is he missing here?

the question lingers in nagi’s noggin as he drags his fork along the remaining food stuck on his plate. at some point, his phone’s ringing breaks him from his stupor, and he’s surprised to glance over and see your caller id on the screen.

he’s not sure what comes over him, but nagi swears he’s never hit the accept button so fast in his life. immediately, he brings the phone next to his ear, and is the first one on the line to utter “hello?”

“sei, you’re awake! i’m glad i got the time zones right!” you exclaim in your cheery tone that nagi has always been accustomed to hearing in the morning. “y’see i’ve stumbled on a gift shop the other day and found a few souvenirs i’d think you’d like!”

you ramble on and on about your adventures around the country you’re visiting and nagi finds himself absorbing your voice, hanging on every word, and even nodding next to the phone like you’re right here in front of him.

suddenly, his heart feels so full and everything clicks into place again. it’s like his day never actually started until you appeared with all your mirth and energy. even on opposite sides of the earth, you’re still the sun to his moon.

“angel,” he murmurs as you’re in the middle of talking, and you’re silent after acknowledging his call, waiting on his words.

“come home soon. i miss you.”

ISAGI YOICHI

this boy is a mess! he’s the kind of guy who as soon as those feelings start blooming in his chest, he gets super flustered around you all the time. and it’s obvious too.

before, he was super nonchalant with you. treated you like a friend, flirted without even knowing because he’s just that comfortable around you, but when any of his friends or family mention how the two seem closer than you realize, he just freezes and his mind goes blank. erupts in an embarrassing fit of sputtering and denial, face searing red down to the nape of his neck. it’s so cute.

however, he’s not fooling anybody! anyone can tell by the windblown expression on his face—starstruck eyes admiring you as a warm grin overtakes his features—that he’s absolutely smitten by you. he just needs to admit it already.

well, his next outing with you (in which he swears wasn’t actually a date, but c’mon isagi), finally gets him to come to terms with his emotions as he reminisces spending the whole day just laughing his heart out and being so full of that warmth and happiness you give him that makes him feel completely weightless. almost like he can do anything. afterward, when he gets home, he rushes upstairs and literally flails in his bed with the most insane blush on his cheeks. like wow, he’s in love with you.

isagi yoichi is in love with you.

but love to isagi is like a double-edged sword, especially to someone who just escaped that blue lock hellhole and now has to devote even more of his life to his soccer career.

with that carefree sensation comes a new box of trepidations that he’s afraid to open.

what if there comes a time when he would have to choose between you or soccer? he’s hoping that won’t ever be the case. he’d hate to struggle juggling the two and end up breaking your heart.

god, never in a million years does he want that.

the best he can do is take steps to introduce this side of his life to you. he does so in extravagant fashion, by inviting you to come watch him play during his championship game.

to say you were a little startled by his offer was an understatement, but you take him up on it, and promise you’ll be there, especially since isagi went out of his way to get you the best seats in the stadium.

on the day of his match, he’s more nervous about performing well in front of you rather than winning. winning is instinct for him so he has no doubts he’ll claim victory and take home the championship cup. he’s just eager to show you a new isagi you’ve never seen before, rather than the tongue-tied, flustered puppy isagi that’s been vying for your attention lately.

coming onto the field, his eyes are too busy swerving in the direction of where you’re seated than focus on his opponents. the moment he distinguishes your figure at the very front of the stands—draped in a jersey that reads his name—countless butterflies begin fluttering in his stomach. it’s a feeling that he can never truly convey into words.

all he does is let an elated grin spread wide on his lips, cheeks swathed in such a dainty shade of rose that has his teammates swatting the back of his head to remind him he has a very important game to win.

and oh does isagi win. during the match he scores four goals in quick succession, absolutely annihilating the other team to the point where it’s downright embarrassing for the opposing side. the commentators are completely baffled, questioning what has the player so stoked. little do they realize that each of those goals were all made in your name and isagi can’t wait to let you know that later with his championship cup in hand.

ITOSHI SAE

sae is pretty accepting of this revelation. nothing really fazes him after all, and he recognizes that it was only a matter of time before he came to terms with the idea that he might be head over heels for you.

in fact, he takes those feelings in stride.

as if sae wasn’t already a gentleman before this, his mannerisms around you only intensify. he’s constantly holding the door open for you, pulling out your chair, giving you his jacket whenever you’re cold, and so on. you never have to lift a finger when you’re with him. it’s to the point where he’s even sweeping stray hairs off your face and tucking them behind your ear before you’re given a chance to realize they were bothering you in the first place. not a day goes by where he doesn’t place you on a pedestal and worship you in the best ways he knows how.

he’s also gotten very touchy and a tiny bit possessive (okay maybe more than a tiny bit). sae isn’t the type to initiate pda regularly, but whenever he feels threatened in any way—which is very rare but not impossible—he always has a hand on you. whether it’s on your lower back as he ushers you closer to him, or intertwining your fingers together before sending a cold, piercing glare over his shoulder at the offending party, he always makes his intentions with you known even if you yourself are oblivious of them.

it’s not like he’s controlling or obsessive either. he simply wants to make you feel special. to be frank, he’s setting such a high standard that no other man can compare to him.

on more than one occasion, he’s had to travel overseas for international business, and the first time he left the country for an extended period without you, he grew incredibly homesick. not because he particularly misses the normalcy of his life back in japan, but because it always feels a little empty, and frankly, boring without you by his side. he’s grown to appreciate the moments he shares with you, from the time he wakes up beside you to when he falls asleep while you’re in his arms.

after that, whenever he has to fly out of the country, he insists you tag along with him, and goes out of his way to pay for all your expenses—plane ticket, lodgings, everything. most of the time, you try turning down his offer, stating you don’t want to be a hindrance while he’s working. yet sae counters by saying it’ll be more trouble for him if you weren’t there with him than not, and who are you to object when he’s staring at you with such unwavering ocean eyes, looking as if you’re the whole world to him.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

deep down, kunigami has always held you closely in his heart, regardless if he’s aware of the love he possesses behind it.

it’s natural for him to want to protect the people he cherishes, but with you, you activate something so visceral inside him. it scares him sometimes, how you can make his whole body rattle, blood pumping erratically to the point where all he can hear is the ringing in his ears and his heart thumping wildly out of his chest.

that’s especially the case when he receives a late night call from you while he’s settling himself at his apartment. he’s slightly surprised by the random call. you don’t normally reach out for him at this time since you’re either going to sleep or hanging out with friends in the dormant hours of the night.

accepting the call, he brings the phone to his ear.

“hello? y/n?”

“r-ren? u-um, can you please stay on the phone with me..?” you whisper in the receiver, tone quivering to a frightening degree. he hears the anxiety laced in your voice and suddenly sirens go off in his head.

“where are you?” he questions sternly as he instantly stands from his seat, reaching for his car keys.

“i just left a club and was going to walk to the station, but… s-someone’s–”

kunigami doesn’t need to hear anymore to understand the full picture that makes his bones quake for your safety as he dashes out the door.

“i’m coming to get you, so send me your location. until then, stay in an open area and don’t stop talking to me, okay?”

you affirm quietly before moving your phone from your ear to pin your location to him with trembling fingers. as you’re doing so, kunigami’s already started the ignition to his car, revving on the roads with little care of the law. he’s never driven this fast in his life, swearing he’s a defensive driver, but that means nothing to him when your safety is on the line right now.

if he grips his steering wheel any harder, it might just break off from his bare strength alone. a single glance at the map on his dash tells him he’s less than a minute away from your position. in the last stretch, he can finally spot your frightened silhouette under the dimly lit lamps.

as soon as you recognize the model of his vehicle, relief washes over your tense shoulders. you take it as your chance to escape your precarious situation, but the shady man a few meters away decides to attempt a last minute assault, dashing in your direction.

when the fiery-haired athlete sees this, his restraint all but snaps. he gets out of his car without even slamming his door shut and spontaneously reaches for you, pulling you behind his intimidating, brawny frame before punching the man square in the jaw. the assailant tumbles onto the hard ground, completely knocked out.

kunigami’s attention immediately turns to you, putting all his efforts into your well-being as he yanks you in his protective embrace. the adrenaline from both your bodies wears off and the striker can sense you bursting into tears against his chest.

“ren, i’m so sorry, i was out with friends and i thought it would okay for me to stay out later even though they wanted to leave, and-and–” your words collide with your jumbled thoughts, but the last thing kunigami wants is for you to apologize for this scumbag’s actions.

“shh, princess. it’s not your fault,” he whispers next to your ear, “fuck! if anything happened to you… i… i…” his voice breaks apart. his hold on you tightens just imagining if he was even a second late coming to your side. for now, he’s thankful to have you back safe and sound, tucking you closer to his heart.

MIKAGE REO

when reo considers that what he was feeling might no longer be a crush, but rather actual love for you, he’s a bit doubtful. mostly because he’s approached countless girls with romantic intentions in mind, however, to his disappointment, he’ll discover that they’re mainly interested in his status instead of him as a person. his good looks and charisma are just a plus for them. therefore he’s very hesitant to fully act on these emotions, afraid to have his heart broken again.

however, he slowly starts accepting the notion that he might be wrong about you. it shows in the way you’re always asking about his life outside of him being an heir to a billion-dollar corporation. he’s stunned by how your features can glow with such intrigue whenever he speaks about his time in blue lock, leading to his journey to becoming a star player in the land of professional football. most girls he entertained would fake interest in this before quickly changing the subject.

eventually, they’ll throw themselves on him to garner his favor and try gaining access to his parents’ wealth. however, you seek greater value in sharing the same experiences with him. you take him out to watch movies, hangout at the most unique cafes, and have the time of your lives at amusement parks.

reo’s used to his dates borderline demanding him to drive them out for extensive shopping sprees or book them dinners to the most high-end restaurants in the city. it becomes exhausting when all his partner sees in him is a personal wallet for them to call on whenever they’re eyeing the newest luxury trends displayed on shop windows.

so to have a person like you by his side, who doesn’t determine his value on such materialistic facets is… refreshing… but also just as frightening because he’s afraid of losing such a precious person like you.

though it may be counterintuitive, reo means to return your kindness by spoiling you, thinking you’re someone who genuinely deserves to be dolled up and treated like royalty.

the first time reo swipes his card on a hefty purchase for you, you’re a little bit overwhelmed, going on to say he didn’t have to do all this. but the man is difficult to argue around, what with his suave words and charismatic demeanor that makes it hard for you to say no to the jewels and dresses he wants to adorn on your body.

then as if he couldn’t have pampered you anymore, he also brings up the offer for you move into his penthouse so you don’t have to worry about rent while making ends meet. of course, you bring up the case that you don’t want to rely on him for money—that you simply enjoy being with him—but reo counters with similar reasoning.

“c’mon doll, just let me do this for you,” he insists. “you’ve done so much for me already, and i just want to make sure you know how special you are to me.”

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[shuenkio]

Sweet Nightmare | 제이크 ⊰⁠⊹ฺ

メ Paring: Jake X M!reader

Synopsis: Waking up feeling horny in the middle of night, you have no one but your boyfriend to help with your "problem" silently.

Genre: Smut without plot. Cw: smau

Non proof read — Eng is not my 1st

メ This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

All you can see was, the dim led lights on the night shift beside your bed. Dizziness, nauseous consuming you whole in the middle of midnight. You couldn't help but to feel a hardened bulge threaten to break free underneath those low rise pajamas pants. A frustrated sign exhales, nothing seems to be real nor fake at the same time, you were awake in this state, probably just half awake.

Heat spark in your veins, needed something to give off the release or whatever makes this sudden intense desire go away. A solution pops up, as you drag your feet, on the cold floor to Jake's room, your boyfriend, who sleeps alone.

No second thought, you settle down beside his bulk back, and start to move your hip against his glutes.

"I gotta...make it quick...before he wakes up" voice in your thoughts spoke out, your length began to grow more and more to the max, till it was hard enough to feel the pain arching on your shaft. Sweating soaking you whole, you couldn't care less whether Jake, the one who is in charge, the one who is supposed to be your strong man, Top. However right now, this horny desire got the bed of you, grinding, and humping him dry between his cheeks.

You were panting, chest heaving, reaching for the climax. Your uncut dick, pull back and forth the foreskin, ecstatic against his rear end cloth, that could make you feel the intense pleasure enough to nut it out, In this chilly room, along with the air crisp against both skin, wrapped in a soft, quiet stillness—only broken by the faint, lingering moaning of you.

"shit... Shit... Is this how it feels to be... Bury— fuck am I fucking....him!!" You curse under your breath, softly, your brows knot in together with the eyes squint close while endure and enjoy the contact, carry on grinding at Jake like a dog in heat.

Without realizing, Jake was awake the whole time when you're open the door yet he kept pretending to see what your purpose was, that turned out you were being like this, horny in the middle of the night? Would Jake be surprised at this weird occasion? Nope, since you were once open up to him that someday you'd be doing this, having a weird kink they say? Somnophilia! out of control or waking up with a wood in your pants. But this is the first time that Jake encounters you, humping dry on him like this, and somehow he's enjoying it... Feeling both of you and his monster cock growing together with you, gosh the way he bites his lip and swallow those noisy whimpers in him. He can't turn around with that stupid red heat on his face like that, well not right now until he can't take it anymore.

"h--oly fuck... It's coming --"

On the other hand, you continue to keep on the pace until you find yourself feeling the orgasm flowing, in your nerves system. And that's when Jake decides to make a change.

He turned around, Jake’s lips curled into a lazy, knowing smirk—just a ghost of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, Like he’d been waiting for this.

The realization hit you like a cold shock, he’d been awake the whole time. Watching. Listening. Letting you think he was lost in sleep, all while that sharp, unreadable glint lingered in his half-lidded eyes.

"babe, why don't you say that you want to feel your man's body? Hm? Is that so hard to ask for— you puppy whore" Your boyfriend won't let a second go, as he yank your pants down, Enough to free your desperate dick. Before you can react, he leans his frame down and swallows your whole length in his mouth, taking you all the way down in his heat walls, as you experience the most ecstasy known to man kind.

It was something you didn't expect, while still processing how Jake was awake the whole time and now he was here, blowing your balls deep in his air supplies. You whimpers, the sound escaping in a strangled gasp, raw and desperate. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, a violent, unstoppable force that tore through every inch of his body. It was too much, more intense than you ever thought possible.

"You fucking like that hah feeling me sucking your dick?"

"mhmmm argh it too much— Jesus Christ"

Jake’s mouth speed was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. The pleasure he gave you was overwhelming, yet gentle, teasing your senses in ways that made it hard to breathe. His lips barely brushed away from your manhood, each kiss soft but filled with intent, drawing quiet gasps from you as you melted into him. He moved with such tenderness, but every motion sent waves of heat through your body, making you ache for more. You could feel the tension building in him too, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his own pleasure. It was tender, that left you craving nothing but the feeling of him close, so close, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

Shortly after— you burst out a load of syrupy thick cum inside of his mouth that causes over shock with a loud shrieking, making you black out on the spot as your dick still spurting, while Jake was eager to not let any drop leaking out of his mouth, needed to taste all of you.

"oh my heart— you were so weak to witness this. Now get some rest babe,—"

Little did you know, it was only you were the one who dozed off to sleep when Jake peeled his pants off, revealing his gigantic girth massive cock on, ready to take his turn.

"Goodnight my puppy—whore"

A/n: guy I think I like the word "whore" jkd. I'm getting a lil bold on this post I hope you don't mind (meh) 😜 my requests are done, actually Abt one of my anon ask for "3some" don't be mind at me since idk how to write one so :') lmk, any feedback are welcome I don't bite really...

[caelivir]

hold me down | oliver aiku

synopsis. oliver’s always been different with you. he doesn’t figure out why until tonight.

pairing. oliver aiku x fem!reader | wc. 1.8k | genres. established relationship + fluff + pet names (princess & doll) | warnings. only a little suggestive cuz is it really an aiku fic if it isn’t?

notes. ooc oli because he would never in a million years do this but im just a girl and i have dreams okay. also a little late on this but thank you for 500 followers. i love love love you guys so much. | divider by @/plutism !!

when oliver comes home, he’s burnt out. the combination of a workout with the athletic trainers and an afternoon practice back-to-back had drained the life out of his muscles. he makes a note to never do one after the other ever again.

oliver sets his duffel bag by the side of the living room couch. he lets his weight fall back on the cream colored cushions. he takes a moment to stare up at the plain ceiling before his eyes flutter shut.

he ascertains that he wasn’t asleep for long when a gentle shake at his thigh slowly yanks him from his state of slumber. his mind is still groggy, yet oliver can already confidently guess who would dare to wake him just by the shape of the hand on his thigh. it's the only other person he gave a copy of his apartment key to. he doesn't question why you're here. he's used to you coming over to stay a few nights.

“you okay, oli?” you ask, hints of worry laced in your pretty voice.

“mhm.” oliver hums. he picks his head up. "no need to worry about me, princess."

you’re fresh out the shower. he realizes this after he picks up on the addicting scent of your coconut and vanilla bodywash that you keep stashed in his bathroom; he senses that there's something else mixed in with it too. he recognizes it to be hints of orris and cedarwood, a combo that he finds on his own clothes. his eyes travel and the sight of you in his shirt nearly makes him pounce on you. he doesn't have the energy for that though, so he opts for reaching out for your hand.

"are you sure? i only woke you 'cause i didn't want you sleeping on the couch. do you want to move to the bed?" you gently squeeze oliver's fingers. "i'll clean out your practice bag too if you want."

"no."

"no?" you chuckle in bewilderment at your boyfriend's sleepy defiance. oliver weakly pats his thighs. you bring your eyebrows together in thought.

your eyes had widened ever so slightly, and he knew you just figured out what he wants. you shake your head. "we don't have to today. you're tired."

"mmm, don't care." oliver denies your refusal and pats his thighs once more. he sees you sigh, the falling of your chest pushes the air out of your lungs, but a soft grin replaces it instantly because who are you to defy him?

you approach oliver, hiking up one leg to come down on one side of his body with the other following immediately after, settling your weight on his lap. your arms drape over his shoulders.

he squeezes your hips before asking the signature question. "how was your day, doll?"

"let me think." you play with the green tips of hair at the back of oliver's neck as you rack your brain for interesting moments to share with him.

oliver isn’t sure how this habit started, but he couldn't be bothered to determine the exact details of its beginnings. all that he’s certain of is the fact that this little routine you’ve developed with him is the best part of his day.

he adores the feeling that comes with your entire weight resting on top of him. he loves being able to take in every detail of your beautiful face up close. he’s addicted to your voice and the stories that you inject into his veins.

he'll admit, some days it’s not even about hearing about your day, some days oliver would use this established routine as an excuse to get touchy with you. his hands would wander down to your ass and you'd throw glares at him. your narrowed eyes would only egg him on more. in response, he’d sit up straighter to kiss your neck, sucking and nibbling at that one sweet spot that makes you scratch at his back. you’d lose track of your story, trading details in for stutters.

you'd say that it’s sly and underhanded. you'd chastise him for not listening, but some days you’re just as unfair. oliver could be in the middle of sharing his recollection of the photoshoot he had earlier in the day when you decide to sneak your hands under his shirt. you’d play dumb as he shivers beneath you, your doe eyes encouraging him to continue. he’d try to carry on with his story, but all he would be able to focus on is your palms running up and down his abs. you'd nod your head as he speaks, there’d be a twinkle in your eye that lets him know that you’re fully aware that he’s on the verge of snapping and taking you right there.

other days no words are exchanged at all. oliver can read your mind just by having your mouth on his. he can tell just by the way you tug on his hair and whine against his lips that you badly missed him.

and sometimes oliver isn't able to be there with you at all. he deems those days to be the worst. they're reduced to facetimes where you try to hide your pretty face from him. the calls lag and crash because some days he's halfway across the country or on an entirely different continent.

today doesn’t fall into either of those categories, and he's most definitely thankful that it isn't the last. today, oliver is solely focused on hearing from you. he lets your rambles take root in his bones. he studies you as you talk. the lights in your eyes rival the stars. the smile on your face as you recall the dog you saw at the park could kill a thousand men. the fire of your touch could set the world ablaze.

oliver is well-aware that he's not worthy to be graced with such beautiful sights. he's no saint. his past is stained with his unfaithfulness and his trail of many relationships. he isn't sure why you gave him a chance despite knowing what he's done. you had said that at least he was being honest about it, but that had only left him with more questions than answers. shouldn't that make you more put off about dating him?

he chooses to ignore it; he shoves the question deep into the corners of his head until it's practically invisible. instead on picking apart that question, he focused on you.

throughout your ongoing relationship, he's put thought into your dates, making sure that they're never exactly the same. he spoils you rotten but not with lavish gifts. the one time he did you were severely unhappy at his thoughtless spending, and thus he made a note in his mental archive to reserve such actions only for your birthday (and anniversaries). instead, he ties your shoe laces for you and he fixes your jewelry. he kisses away your tears when you cry and learns the recipes to your favorite meals. he sits you up on the surface of the sink in his bathroom and brushes your teeth for you when you're too tired to do it yourself. he lets you drag him into doing skincare and makeup because it gives him an excuse to admire how cute you look when you're focused, and he gets to relish in the feeling of your hands brushing against his face.

it was baffling. when oliver first started realizing how much he does for you, he felt like an alien had possessed his body. there was something that had latched itself onto the controls of his brain. that had to be the reason why he was acting so out of character. when he told this to itoshi sae, he was called a fucking idiot and a loser, and looking back, he probably was. the answer, the explanation for his new behavior was in front of him the entire time.

it's simply because-

"i love you." oliver utters out loud. your hands freeze in his hair. whatever you were saying previously dies on your tongue.

"huh?"

oliver blinks slowly. the words had slipped out unintentionally; the gravity of them crush him suddenly. the aftertaste of them is foreign, like they were never supposed to be spoken from him. it's new territory. it's the first time oliver's said that to you in the four months you've been together. it's the first time he's said that to anyone for that matter.

he contemplates taking it back, as if he could ever extract the words from the air and shove them back down his throat. but why bother with jumping through those loops? he has no good reason to take it back. he has no use spinning a truth into a lie. so instead, oliver offers you an upturn of his lips, his heart threatening to break out of his chest. he soaks in all of your microexpressions. your mouth is stuck in a cycle of opening and closing, your eyebrows drawn together in disbelief.

"idiot." you mutter shakily, gnawing at your quivering lip. you bury your face in the crevice of oliver's neck. it makes him smile. he knows your tells. you're about to start crying. "do you know how long i waited for you to say that?"

oliver pulls you in closer, wrapping his buff arms around your waist. "i know." he acknowledges. "i'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."

you tug hardly on his hair to get back at him. the pain spreads to his scalp, and he can't find it in him to be mad. "damn princess." he chuckles.

you remove your head from its hiding place. both of your hands slide so that they rest on either side of oliver's neck. in the light, he can catch the path of tears that fell from your eyes. "yeah, well, you deserved it."

"i know."

"i love you too." you breathe out desperately. the four words that have been boiling inside you, the four words you've managed to cage up finally rush out and crash down like waves.

"yeah?" oliver smirks. you lean in closer, and he gives your waist a quick squeeze.

"yeah. i love you so much." you whisper in front of oliver's lips before he closes the inch gap between you two.

usually, when oliver kisses you, he's does so as if he's a starved man; he wants to devour you whole. this is nothing like that. he substitutes his hunger for softness. his lips are gentle against yours as if to prove himself to you. he wants you, with every fiber in his being, to believe that his words are true. his 'i love you's' are real and honest and come from the deepest parts of his heart. when you pull away, you both look at each other as if your each other's entire world.

"i love you, princess." oliver says. the words are still unfamiliar on his tongue, but he thinks he can get used to them. he'll say them as many times as he needs to if it meant that he can see that blinding smile on your face.

oliver aiku is no saint, but he'll do anything for you.

[endearng]

Special Guest

Pairing: Spencer Reid x single mom!reader Summary: Olivia's birthday is coming up. She has a special guest in mind. WC: 1.7k Warnings: mentions of absent fathers (sorry); reader is borderline paranoid about letting her kid down; they are pining hard - Spencer looks at reader not so respectfully. Please, let me know if I missed anything. A/N: I try my best to not describe the reader so that everyone feels included, but I feel like I should work better on that. If you have any advice on it, I'd be very thankful to hear it! Second fic in less than 24h, ohmy. This is a second part to 'Stranger danger' Feedbacks are highly welcomed and appreciated. <3 neighbor!au masterlist | main masterlist

A few weeks had passed after the incident with the power in your building. Since then, you saw Spencer sometimes and he always greeted you politely. Olivia once told you that she liked him so much because he was a nice ghost — he told her stories about the books he read and she absolutely loved them, going to the point of asking if she could borrow them once he had finished reading.

Little did she know, she would never have to wait long.

Their interactions always made you speechless. How was your 5-year-old daughter better than you at starting conversations? You could barely look him in the eye, despite the fact that he always made sure to flash you the brightest smiles. You reciprocated, but then Olivia always had something to say: about his funny clothes, about the book she was reading for school, about your moments together — you had a scheduled commitment every Friday, to take Olivia to wherever she wanted to go. She was very observant, and, just like you, had the habit of taking mental notes of the beautiful places you saw during your walks. That's how she knew where the public library was and knew the best coffee in town — she demanded having the same beverage as you, but you told the barista secretly to make it decaf.

As you both put on your shoes in the morning to leave the apartment, you said, "Oli, your birthday is coming up. Do you want to do anything with mommy?"

"I want a birthday party."

That made you freeze in your tracks for a moment. You've been avoiding throwing birthday parties for two years now, because Olivia's day always ended with a tinge of heartbreak by the absence of her father, who had decided to leave the both of you and move overseas to, maybe, start over. It hurt you to try to comfort her with something you didn't have control of, but you did it anyway because you'd rather hurt yourself than let your baby go through that kind of disappointment alone. You didn't really know what he was up to, and honestly, you didn't want to, either. You were doing just fine without him, but she was his daughter and still a child, so you knew she still missed him.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you tied her shoelaces. "Bunny ears, remember?" You asked softly, showing her how to do it: you always did it in the mornings, but you made sure to teach her in case they undid during her day at school. She nodded at you, flashing a little toothless smile. "Okay, baby, we'll do that," you smiled, trying to ease off the tension.

"I want invitation cards. Like the ones you had!" She said, excitedly. You huffed out a laugh, endeared by the fact that she remembered all the papers you showed her with photos and other memories of your childhood.

"No problem, baby," you said, getting up, smoothing your pencil skirt and opening the door. She went to the hall to press the elevator button, "we can do it." You said, more to yourself than to her.

Two weeks passed and you had everything ready for Olivia's birthday with the help of your closests friends, Victoria and Jude. You were planning on throwing her party at your parents' house, which had a big, beautiful yard with space enough for the kids to play all they wanted. You had ordered Olivia's favorite cake, red velvet, and a lot of other treats that you knew she loved.

"You know she'll be drunk on sugar, right?" Victoria asked, laughing. She remembered the last time she took Olivia to the movies and she was electric during the way back.

"It's her birthday, once a year won't kill her. Maybe it'll kill me, but eh, what's the matter?" You joked lightly and your friends laughed.

Jude had a checklist in her hands. "Okay, let's go over this so we can go back to our yearly drinking like there's no tomorrow date. We have the place, the food, the decoration... oh, no. Where are the invitations?"

"Oh, I got it. They're in my room. I had to put it away because Oli wanted to read them over and over again."

They nodded as you left your living room, walking down the hall so you could get said invitations. You felt dread creeping up on you when you couldn't find them in the top drawer of your bedside table. "I can't find them!" You yelled loud enough for the women to hear you.

"Are you sure you placed them here?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Not sure what happened, though." You murmured, already feeling a little disappointed. "I gotta look for it now. She drew it herself and I took a lot of copies. I can't possibly tell her I lost them, she would be heartbroken." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Victoria approached you to rub your arm, trying to comfort you. "Hey, we can look for it. We still have time." Jude said, smiling reassuringly.

"I know, I just don't wanna be too late." You said, giving them a tight-lipped smile.

So, you started looking for it in every corner of your apartment. You stayed in your bedroom, while Jude and Victoria went to Olivia's. You had cleaned the apartment today, a Saturday, when your daughter somsgimdz went to your parents', so that you'd have free time to spend and catch up with your friends. It was almost sundown, daylight fading softly and the lighting in your room was becoming darker as time went by. Suddenly, you heard your bell. Weird. You weren't expecting anybody.

"I'll get that!" You let your friends know.

Opening the door, you weren't expecting your neighbor. Rephrasing: the neighbor who Olivia adored so much. Spencer. That works, too. He has a name, after all. "Hey, hi!" He greeted you with a grin, looking shy.

"Hey, you!" You greeted him back. "Is everything okay?" You asked, a little unsure.

You took in his appearance. He looked tired, that's for sure, but it didn't stop him from looking like the most gorgeous man in existence. He wore his usual attire, carrying his caramel satchel leather bag. You didn't have an immediate answer, so you gulped when you noticed that you were looking a little longer than what's socially acceptable.

"Yeah, it's fine," he chuckled, unable to hold your stare for a moment longer. He considered, for a moment, that your daughter was the element needed for him to have a little confidence to speak when you were around. Well, shit. "I — um. I think these belong to you. I found it when I opened the door to my apartment." He handed you a bunch of papers. You blushed. You busied yourself so much with admiring him that you failed to notice that he had something in his hands.

He studied you for a moment. You looked beautiful that day. Not that you didn't look beautiful all the times you've seen him, but oh, well. Like the first time you met, you were wearing a dress. It was blue and it stopped mid-thigh. He had to stop himself from gulping at the sight of your bare, plush legs. It was different from what he was used to seeing you wear on working days, during the eventual elevator meetings. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, there was no question, like it had been made just for you. Your hair was loose and it fell over your shoulders. When you first answered the door, you had a worried frown on your face, but it quickly disappeared with his words. He felt relieved to see you get rid of your distress.

"Oh, goodness! Sorry about that. I was just looking for these." You gladly took them from his hand and your fingers accidentally brushed his. His hands were warm. "Olivia must have slided them under your door gap," you laughed nervously. You could feel two pairs of eyes looking at the interaction before them. You needed to brace yourself for their questions and very much possible teasing.

"Yeah, yeah. I supposed she did that, too." He laughed, quietly.

You thought for a moment. "You know, you should go. She really likes you. Talks about your conversations all the time and says she misses you when we don't run into you at some point." You revealed. It made Spencer's heart soar in his chest.

"Really?" He couldn't help but smile, even if he couldn't believe it. Not that you were a liar, but that it meant so much to your daughter to talk to him now and then. He felt alive at that moment, felt wanted. “I don’t want to impose.”

"Yeah, I mean, no! No problem, you wouldn’t be. We’d like to have you." You said, smile adorning your face. You took a card from your hands, offering it to him. "With us, I mean. It's going to be at my parents' house, we'll have a bunch of kids running around and cake." You surely looked like an idiot.

We’d like to have you, was all that he could hear.

Did you want him there for him or just because he was kind to your daughter?

Either way, "Thanks. I'll do my best to be there." He said, utterly happy. Saying your name lowly, followed by a 'goodbye', made your heart jump in your chest. You replied with a wave and a small grin. Your cheeks were sore from all the smiling. It was inevitable.

You turned around and had barely closed the door when Jude said, a little louder than her usual tone, "So, I see you found the invitation cards. I hope you gave one for Olivia's birthday party, not for a hot date." She playfully scolded you.

With wide eyes, you banged the door closed and turned around to yell, "Jude! What???"

Little did you know, Spencer heard it all. You know, thin walls, small distance and all. He grinned to himself, face flushed a deep red.

He was definitely looking forward to seeing you. And Olivia, too, of course. It was her birthday, after all.

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[kinardsevan]

What is your opinion on Tommy coming back or not? And in they case we see him again, do you think it’ll be just for closure (ex: Abby in season 3) or maybe for a BuckTommy second chance?

fun fact: i was considering doing an entire breakdown with a bunch of Oliver's interviews from the start of this arc until now to point to my opinion:

Tommy is coming back. The romcom theme is still in effect, and we're only about midway through the 3rd act.

Long story short (and without sources right now), I think that the interviews were actuallly pointing in this direction with the wording for a hot second. We have OS telling us that he thinks the best relationships have a "will they, won't they" bit where the audience and the characters are pining. We've seen this play out on the show. And we also have to remember that Oli knew during this interview that the breakup was coming. We also have the interview (I believe it was the Decider one I linked last week) where he mentions choosing to fight for the relationship or not. I feel like a lot of people have taken the context of that and twisted it into "they didn't do it right away, so they're not going to". Except, there's ANOTHER quote of relevance, which is Oliver talking about how Buck's queerness isn't tied to Tommy or Eddie, and only to himself.

Obviously, there have been things said since 806 that would point towards me being delulu, except, here's the issue: TM, OS and LFJr are NOT going to tell us that Tommy is coming back if that's the intention. It would spoil the surprise of it all, and the win of it all. What fun is there in that? What TM has said is that Tommy is Buck's romantic past but that doesn't mean he won't turn up again in the future (all relevant and true facts which do not shut down a reconciliation). Lou never out-and-out said he was done with the show. He's said time and time again that he wants to come back. TM has mentioned Tommy coming around again. OS literally said in an interview "they may run into each other on scene and have it be awkward".

Now obviously we don't actually have the full story with how things went down and the show decided to go with splitting the boys up. I think the fact that Lou has called out the bullying but says he wants to come back suggests that it wasn't him saying it was too much. I have two theories that could honestly run concurrent with one another:

Evan and Tommy break up in 806 at the end of the episode. With 911 having 18 episode seasons, this quite literally only makes up the first third of the season. It set up the beginning of the year for us. We're now two episodes into the second part of the season with a pretty clear idea of where the next three will go and suggestions (by fans, nothing official) that the "soonest" we could see LFJr again is 812. This is reasonable, as it would be the end of the middle of the season. Knowing that TM has suggested he might do a multi-episode season finale, pushing LFJr back into the show in 812 (or even the end of 811 if we go with my theory that Eddie could possibly leave around this time and Tommy helps them pack up/his and Buck's first time spending time around each other again), there would still likely be something around this time period that would be around when they would open the doors to this. As it is, we know that 809 and 810 go together, and then we'd have 811 to really flesh out the end of Buck's fling. I think there's even more possibility of LFJr being in this episode as well because if the plan is to bring them back together (which everything has been suggested so far ON screen in terms of keeping Tommy "in" the story), three-episode arc gives us several things: a. it allows the show to make the point that Buck's queerness is not intrinsically attached to Tommy; that his interest in men is as equal as he know his interest in women is. b. it gives them the ability to also show that his feelings for Tommy are not based in Tommy being his "first", or Evan needing to "discover" more about himself. They're in love with each other, and the show has given us the pieces for that. LFJr has acknowledged it in an interview, Tommy loves Buck. We also know that Tommy's line to Evan is "you'd end up breaking my heart, and I don't think I could deal with that". When I hear that sentence, what I'm actually hearing is "I'm already in love with you, and if I let myself fall more in love with you by being with you every day all the time and this ends, I won't survive it". By relation, we have Josh ask Buck if he loves Tommy and Buck waffles, but I think this has more to do with his lack of understanding of what a healthy love is in a relationship, given his past relationships. He never got to tell Abby. Ali left. and saying I love you to Taylor wasn't about the core of actually being in love with her, which I think is another important piece for BuckTommy: they don't just love each other, they're in love with each other. Still, sometimes it's hard to quantify that feeling, and I think (as I've referenced before), for Evan it was easier to ask Tommy to share a living space with him than to share how he feels about him because historically, things haven't worked out well for him when he's been in love outwardly. Further, the questions Josh asks Evan are directly correlated with loving someone, and Evan answers yes to all of them. (I don't think I need to add this, but he also sees a future with Tommy, talks about being engaged or married. He's serious about Tommy in a way he never has been before.)

There's also the theory that the breakup happened because of scheduling conflicts. Now obviously the show could've found other ways to work around LFJr's scheduling issues by having Tommy go on a trip or what-have-you, but let's remember OTHER things that have been said by OS in prior interviews: a. back in June, he did an interview where he stated that he wanted and hoped that BuckTommy would go through issues that couples normally go through in their first year together. He wanted normal issues. This storyline IS normal. b. he didn't want to repeat Tarlos. By the very definition of what the show is doing right now, we're not. Tarlos and BuckTommy are their own things with their own reasonings.

One of the other things I also keep being pulled back to is these issues: first of all, we know how LFJr plays with the 911 demo, given that they got to see it last season. It's why he was written into more episodes after his initial four episode arc and brought back. ABC has also used BuckTommy in their own adverts, which suggests that they are very supportive of the relationship continuing because it draws in viewers. Truly giving that up for good feels like dousing yourself in gasoline and then considering striking a match. Second, people also keep calling out that TM only plans a few weeks in advance. I believe this is true with story beats. We know that the writers room has a general idea on character arcs, thanks to some of the discussion on the cheese page post-806. I really struggle to believe that TM didn't know going into going forward with the breakup whether or not he wanted to bring LFJr back. We know he waffled back and forth on the idea of the breakup, meaning he probably had other solutions on his mind for whatever LFJr's schedule needed adjusting for, and this is what he decided on. Also, even if 8b hasn't been broken down yet (we know it hasn't), they would still know at this point what they do or don't want, what their ideas might be. Solidification for why Tommy should be brought back is directly shown in the reaction by the GA and the fandom to the breakup. They may not know exactly how that reunion happens yet, but what they have suggested is that Buck's new relationship will be short-lived. That he's using it to cope. We also know he's still processing the break-up and still misses Tommy. These are all things that point to the story not being over. Plus, I feel (once again), if the story really was over and they didn't have plans to continue this in 8b, LFJr wouldn't be talking about wanting to go back. It be far more "yeah that sucked, but it's over now and what can you do? I'm off to this new show and I'll never be back." (I've commented also on the fact that the fangirlish interview comment about his "i'm going here, doing this, have some opportunities" statement is very run-of-the-mill. Obvs I could mean something. Or it could literally just be a canned answer.) (This might feel a little off-center, but I think his commentary on trusting TM and knowing what he's doing in one of his post-806 interviews directly suggests that he believes the story is going to be handled properly.)

I realize at the end of the day, all of what I'm piecing together could mean zilch and Tommy could possibly never come back. They could truly just drop the story and never circle back around, set fire to a beautiful arc and lose thousands (possibly millions) of viewers. I've certainly suggested myself being one of them. But I don't see BuckTommy only getting an Abby fix for two reasons. LFJr wants to come back and continue the story, and Connie Britton only ever intended to do one season. Also, the fling has been called out as being planned to be short-lived. Why bother mentioning that if you don't have other plans for the story.

The last thing I'll leave you with is my commentary from the interview Oli and Aisha did with the guy from Chicago. That reporter obviously liked the BuckTommy storyline and said he's choosing to believe that the relationship is paused, not over. By relation, we had Oliver say three things: (1 and 2) Buck is still looking for love, both in himself and with another person. (3)The season is only half over. Circle that back to 806-808. Buck is finding love in himself by dealing with it in a healthy way (so far) with the baking. We've also seen the "cracks" Oli mentioned with his continued urge to want to text Tommy, as well as him fighting it off by baking (referencing the "pendulum swinging"). Looking for love in others will likely be this arc where he tries to deal/move on. I feel like we collectively watched the end of 806, and then 807 and 808 yelling at the TV "you're in love with him, piece it together already!" (or maybe that was just me???). But truly, whether it's a fling, his therapist, or Bobby/Maddie/Eddie who finally spells it out of or him, I think there will be a point at which we see that come to fruition. The seeds were sewn in for it in the scene with Josh. Now it's just about watching those seeds sprout.

Final note: we've had a good run up to this point with these two. Did we truly thing that the honeymoon phase would last forever? (I didn't. Conflict and the pink bubble popping have to happen eventually.) If we really want to suggest that what BuckTommy has is real, they have to go through this and come out the other side. I think everyone is justifiably frustrated due to the 4 month wait on new episodes (I personally would not have left people hanging quite like this, but that's just me), but the narrative does lead us toward what the show is doing with the suggestion that it does have a natural (and good) conclusion. (Possibly with a helicopter/truck/jeep crash?!)

And just as my singularly LAST note, here's my other thing: Evan and Tommy both have abandonment issues. (Tommy's are clear based on the break up and we know Buck's.) By that correlation, when these two finally get back together, they're never going to fucking let the other go.

(This was so much longer than I intended it to be, but that's my answer 😂😂😂😂😂😂)

[ravensofskyhold]

Kaistaa lyrics & translation

Lyrics:

Hi Käärijä Hi Bess Haluuksä lähtee ajeleen? Tottakai tottakai Okei, let's go

Mä en haluu nukkuu sun kaa Mulla oli mieles muuta En haluu asuntolainaa, mitään vakiopaikkaa, lähtee talvee pakoon Espanjaan Jos hiljaisuutta puuttuu, mun kaa niin aika hiton harvoin sitä saat niin sano, oisko se OK, jos ei osteta Volvoo Oltais naapurin kaa kolmistaan

Mullei oo pelkääjälle paikkaa Mä painan kaasun pohjaan

Ajan omaa kaistaa, Viel ku on aikaa, Vielä ku on bensaa suonissa, Sä voit hyppää kyytiin tai jäädä nyyhkiin, Miettii jonkun toisen huolia, Ajan omaa kaistaa, Voit tulla maistaa nopeeta elämää mun huulilta, Mun sydän on täynnä, Sit ku tankki on tyhjä, Aion elää ku oon elossa

Mulla on isääntymisen aikeet, mut lisääntymisen paineet Tääl on synnytystalkoot, olkoot, yks hailee Elämä on yht Lintsii, mut käymät vielä kaikki laitteet Ikääntyminen on iisii, mut mut kasvu vaan niin vaikeet

Taas viikonloppuna hiiala-hiiala-hopsansaa Näin huputiti-hummani laukkaa jälleen Möttönen pöydässä poksahtaa, se on viikon Koistinen kaupan päälle Äiti pojastaan pappia toivoi, sai sadomasokistisen toyboyn, se on henkilökohtainen voi-voi-voi-voi-voi

Ajan omaa kaistaa, Viel ku on aikaa, Vielä ku on bensaa suonissa, Sä voit hyppää kyytiin tai jäädä nyyhkiin, Miettii jonkun toisen huolia, Ajan omaa kaistaa, Voit tulla maistaa nopeeta elämää mun huulilta, Mun sydän on täynnä, Sit ku tankki on tyhjä, Aion elää ku oon elossa

Jotain liikoja haluan kai, et aina ois lauantai, mä (en) syntyny vaan synnyttämään Jotain liikoja haluan kai, et aina ois lauantai, mä en syntyny vaan synnyttämään

Ajan omaa kaistaa, Viel ku on aikaa, Vielä ku on bensaa suonissa, Sä voit hyppää kyytiin tai jäädä nyyhkiin, Miettii jonkun toisen huolia, Ajan omaa kaistaa, Voit tulla maistaa nopeeta elämää mun huulilta, Mun sydän on täynnä, Sit ku tankki on tyhjä, Aion elää ku oon elossa

Translation:

Hi Käärijä Hi Bess Do you wanna go for a drive? Of course of course Okay, let's go

I don't want to sleep next to you (translator's note 1) I had something else in mind I don't want a mortgage, a regular haunt (t.n. 2), go to Spain to escape the winter If silence is missing, with me well you're going to get that so damn rarely so say, would it be OK, if we didn't buy a Volvo Would be throuple with the neighbour (t.n. 3)

I don't have a place/seat for someone who's afraid (t.n. 4) I'm putting the pedal to the metal

I drive on my own lane, While there's still time, While there's still petrol in the veins, (ref. 1) You can jump in (or: you can ride with me), Or stay and sob, Thinking about someone else's worries, I drive on my own lane, You can come and taste fast life from my lips, My heart is full, Once the fuel tank is empty, I'm going to live while I'm alive

I have intentions to become a dad, but the pressure to reproduce There's a childbirth bee (t.n. 5) going on here, whatever, I don't care Life is an (Linnanmäki) amusement park, but I haven't been to all the rides yet Aging is easy but growing up is just so difficult

On the weekend hiiala-hiiala-hopsansaa again Here's how my huputiti-horsey gallops again (ref. 2) Moët & Chandon/Champagne pops at the table, it's a week-long hangover on the house Mom wanted her son to become a priest (ref. 3) What she got was a sadomasochistic toyboy That's a personal oh-dear-dear-dear-dear

I drive on my own lane, While there's still time, While there's still petrol in the veins, You can jump in (or: you can ride with me), Or stay and sob, Thinking about someone else's worries, I drive on my own lane, You can come and taste fast life from my lips, My heart is full, Once the fuel tank is empty, I'm going to live while I'm alive

I guess I want too much something That it'd always be Saturday I wasn't born just to give birth I guess I want too much something That it'd always be Saturday I wasn't born just to give birth

I drive on my own lane, While there's still time, While there's still petrol in the veins, You can jump in (or: you can ride with me), Or stay and sob, Thinking about someone else's worries, I drive on my own lane, You can come and taste fast life from my lips, My heart is full, Once the fuel tank is empty, I'm going to live while I'm alive

translator's notes: 1: technically "I don't want to sleep with you", but sleep as in, actual sleep 2: could also be "a permanent job"? 3: could also be "would have a threesome with the neighbour"? 4: shotgun seat in Finnish can be called "pelkääjän paikka", lit. the seat/place of the afraid one 5: synnytys = childbirth, giving birth, talkoot = bee (as in, voluntary, unpaid gathering for carrying out a major task, such as harvesting or construction, as a community)

References to other media: 1: reference to Bensaa suonissa by Rauli “Badding” Somerjoki (or the movie Bensaa suonissa (1970)) 2: reference to Juokse sinä humma by Tapio Rautavaara 3: reference to Äiti pojastaan pappia toivoi by Kolmas nainen

[writersdiscouragment-blog]

"You're an idiot."

"Hello to you too, Ryan." Oliver grumbled while making a pot of coffee. It was still early, barely 7 and he hardly gotten any sleep. The plan was to sleep in since call time wasn't till the next day, but Oliver wasn't used to sleeping past 6 during weekdays.

"I saw your interview. Bro, you need to be careful. You and Lou already have fans thinking you're a couple for real."

Oliver rolled his eyes. It was a fair warning, although he was used to fans thinking he and Ryan were a couple. In comparison, the tweets about him and Lou were a drop in the ocean.

"Considering I still have psychotic fans dm-ing me about cheating on you even before the interview, I don't think there's much I can do right or wrong at this point." Oliver pointed out, he busied himself by letting Jade and Bear out to the backyard.

He heard Ryan let out a gruff sigh, "Look, I know you're doing this social media block or whatever, but now they're scouting out our location while we're out filming. I just don't want you to get harassed or whatever by some fans who thinks that buddie is real and decides to make it your problem. It's bad enough they think you talk to them through your photos."

Oliver grimaced at that, he knew fame came with cons- he was just having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that so many people thought they had an actual relationship with him.

Half of them didn't know he was even British.

"I appreciate the warning, I'm sure Lou does as well but i dont think its gonna make any difference. We both seen how some people take it too far. Im off twitter for that reason." Oliver made his usual cup of coffee and got started on the second cup, poking his head in his fridge to see if he had what was needed to make banana pancakes.

"Yeah, but not Lou. He's still getting hounded so just ease up on the heart eyes, he gets enough death threats as it is. I doubt he needs to deal with fans thinking he's in a relationship with you, the guy is still single. Don't hurt his chances now."

Oliver honestly couldn't figure out if Ryan was joking or not, but he figured it didn't hurt to be a smart ass while having such a dumb conversation. "Are you saying he could do better than me? Ryan, I'm hurt."

He could almost imagine Ryan rolling his eyes at him. "Way better, Oli."

"You dick." Oliver heard foot steps coming his way. "Look, Ryan, I appreciate the warning. I'll try to calm down the heart eyes okay?"

"Thank you. That's all I ask, you and Lou don't need that drama if the show keeps Buck and Tommy together."

"Agreed." Oliver didn't jolt at the warm hands and arms wrapping along his middle under his shirt. "Talk soon, man?"

"Yeah, later."

Oliver disconnected the call and turned around to see a very tired Lou, his hair sticking up in curly tuft and a good amount of stubble over his jaw.

"Morning." Oliver could already feel his face heat up as Lou pulled him closer to kiss.

"I thought the plan was to sleep past 8 am for once." Lou complained petulantly. He nuzzled his face unto the crook of Oliver's neck, his words causing Oliver to let out a huff of a laugh, "We should be in bed, you should be spooning me right now."

Oliver carded his fingers through Lou's hair, "I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep, figured I could just make us breakfast instead."

That didn't seem to appease Lou at all, the older man continued to hug Oliver as Oliver tried to make pancakes for them. "Who was that? On the phone?" Lou asked sleepily.

"Ry." Oliver petted Lou's head again before grabbing a bowl and bananas. "He wanted to give me a heads up, or a warning I guess?"

That had Lou wake up a bit. "A warning? About the show or something else?"

Oliver sighed, "Both? I guess. Apparently I keep blushing when I talk about you to the point where some people are asking if we're a couple." Oliver couldn't help but laugh as he felt Lou smile into his neck.

"Imagine that. Us?" Lou feigned disgust, his nose scrunching up that Oliver couldn't help but find adorable. "Good heavens no."

"Shut up." Oliver swatted his arm, "He just doesn't want either of us to go through what he and I went through."

Lou let out a soft hum, watching Oliver intently. "I know we agreed to keep things between us, did you want us to be more discreet?" Truth be told, Lou was under the impression he was doing a good job at distancing himself from Oliver but not the show or Tevan. He had seen what Oliver had gone through and didn't want to add to it.

"No...I mean." Oliver took a deep breath in and out. "I don't know to be honest?" He admitted, he relaxed and leaned into Lou. "I didn't realize I was being that obvious when talking about you." He felt himself flush again as Lou kissed his neck and then cheek.

"I'm not complaining. I like the fact that I have that affect on you." Lou mumbled into Oliver's neck. "It's selfish, but I like that people can tell that I make you happy. I can make you smile that Lou smile."

Oliver let out an annoyed groan, "I do not have a Lou smile." He had given up on making the pancakes, enjoying just being swayed and kissed by his boyfriend.

"Fine." Lou conceded without any fuss. He kissed Oliver on the lips, they were meant to be short quick pecks but Oliver turned in Lous hold so that he could chest to chest with Lou, grabbing his hips as he deepened the kiss.

Oliver wasn't sure who pulled away first, but his grip on Lou's hips tightened. "Okay," he sighed, kissing Lou again who just hummed and waited for Oliver to continue, "Maybe I do have a Lou smile. Is that so bad?"

Lou smiled into the next kiss, enjoying how Oliver seemed to just give into the kiss and his holds "No, I don't think it is."

Besides, Lou thought Oliver's "Lou smile" went along with his "Looking at Oliver eyes" well.

[blueishspace]

Lucky Life session 1

Blueishspace: 💚💚💚 (He/Him)

@a-sociopath-do-your-research aka Oli: 💚💚💚 (Xe/Void/It)

@bendy8me aka Bendy: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@raeistrying aka Rae: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@juno0n aka Juno (She/Her): 💚💚💚

@communistcatboi aka Catboi: 💚💚💚 (He/They)

@kazanfamily aka Kazan: 💚💚💚 (He/They)

@twisttea aka Twisttea: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@italianbiscuit aka Manu: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@thatoneloudintrovert aka Floracica: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@whats-she-gonna-post-next aka Starfall: 💚💚💚 (She/They)

@max05nb aka Max: 💚💚💚 (They/Them)

@theblackglitch aka Glitch: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@silverorchideon aka Orchid: 💚💚💚 (He/They)

@the-local-pineapple aka Tessa: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@frostywisp aka Fros: 💚💚💚 (They/Them)

@astoriagalaxy aka Astoria: 💚💚💚 (Any)

@cowgirlginger aka Ginger:💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@lizzlylou aka Liz: 💚💚💚 (They/Them)

@spectresharmony aka Ari: 💚💚💚 (She/Her)

@3-pots-of-soup aka Soup: 💚💚💚 (Any)

@not-ready-for-gaster aka Bee: 💚💚💚 (She/They)

Let's start with the events of today's session:

The game starts, every player goes off in their own direction.

Manu and Starfall find eachother, however they discover no connection between their healthbars. They decide to stick together as they keep searching.

Jono acquires a lama, congrats are in order for this day one lama.

Astoria an Oli find eachother, the two check wether or not they are linked...they aren't, they split off after that, each going their own way.

Catboi attempts to gain a monopoly on sand (There's something ironic about someone called communistcatboi trying to get a monopoly)... It doesn't really work out as Ari has already mined quite a lot of it in an attempt to get her own monopoly on sand.

Ginger, Glitch and Fros stumble onto eachother. None of them end up being linked to eachother but they decide to go together into the Nether. All three of them. (Martyn and Pearl Double Life be like). They get some loot but it's semi-successful at best. Still, no one died.

Floracica also attempts to gain a sand monopoly and I don't need to spin the wheel to know wether she suceeds or not considering two other people already tried...

Soup tries to prank Twisttea by scamming them out of their gear... It goes surprisingly well? (Poor twist).

Ari finds herself a pet as well, a pet cow, name can be whatever she wants it to be.

And then, the first death, Bee accidentally dies to fall damage after falling into a ravine. When she dies she is immediately followed by Floracica. The first linked pair has been found 💛💛.

After a pair is discovered there is a special wheel to decide wether the pair decides to work together (80% chance) or wether one abandons the other like Scott did (20%) and... I kid you not.

Floracica wakes up at spawn and decides to leave behind Bee.

In the meantime Bluish/me attempts to explore the deep dark. (The heart attack I got when I read that) Luckily he isn't dumb and once things go south (because of course they did) he runs away.

Orchid and Rae stumble onto eachother, after a bit of punching eachother they soon realize they are soulbound. They decide to work together. The second pair has been found.💚💚💚

Kazan meets up with Manu and Starfall, still nothing, they still don't find their soulmates, the three keep searching together.

Bendy attempts a monopoly, you'll never guess on what. (Why is it always sand, there's other options, why sand) It doesn't work out as she is like the third/fourth person to try.

Max and Blue meet Orchid and Rae, Max sticks together with the two as they search for mobs to hopefully gather and hide. Blue decides to leave to keep wondering. (Interesting strategy me)

And then I die. Or I guess, Bluish dies to a creeper, he respawns together with Oli. The third pair has been found. Luckily, Oli decides not to abandon Blue and they work together. 💛💛

Tessa finds Ari, they quickly realize their healths are linked together. They are the fourth pair discovered. The two work together to get Ari's pet cow to safety.

Speaking of pets: Liz manages to tame a camel which she then rides across the server.

Tessa and Ari take a break from mob wrangling to visit the Nether, they don't stay long but they do get some stuff.

Soup attemps to gain a monopoly, for once It's not sand... It's sugarcane. They come close to success getting almost all of the sugarcane of the server. (Between this and the successfull scam earlier I'm getting a vibe they'll at least reach the finale)

Astoria attempts a sand monopoly ... I don't even know anymore.

Glitch (Together with Ginger and Fros) find some wolves, they are unable to tame them however as Kazan swoops in and gets them first. (The wheel landed right between Pet acquisition and Prank). Glitch and Ginger specifically swear revenge.

Fros doesn't seem to care because Starfall, who is with Kazan as this happens is their soulbound. The two silently split off from their own groups to find a place to set up base. 💚💚💚

Juno and Bendy encounter eachother and discover their own connection. They are soulbound too. 💚💚💚 Coincidentally, they meet Fros and Starfall soon after... they end up creating the first proper "Alliance" of the series.

Oli and Blue(still me) find and tame some horses and surprisingly no one stops the two, Bdubs would be so jealous. Only Oli gets to ride xyr horse though as there's only one saddle.

Catboi goes on a mining adventure, he finds a mineshaft deep beneath the earth. Finds a golden apple inside, technically he can now sever his soulbound if he wished to.

Orchid, Rae and Max also go into the mines, they find no mineshaft but they do get quite a lot of diamonds. Like, a lot of diamonds.

Kazan and Manu, now without Starfall, meet Liz. Just like that Manu found her soulbound. And the two decide to work together as well. 💚💚💚 Kazan sticks by them, at least for now.

Twisttea sees Ginger and Glitch hanging out, she notices the first is close to a cliff. Twisttea as a joke pushes Ginger off a cliff, she survives the fall but the two realize they are soul-linked. 💚💚💚 (My face when I realize what would happen as soon as the wheel decided it, Twisttea did a Martyn lmao). They decide not to split up though.

We are towards the end of the session now, the soulbound pairs are now revealed:

Bluish (me) + Oli. Allied.💛💛

Glitch + Catboi. 💚💚💚

Starfall + Fros. Allied. 💚💚💚

Rae + Orchid. Allied. 💚💚💚

Bee + Floracica. Split. 💛💛

Tessa + Ari. Allied.💚💚💚

Ginger + Twisttea. Allied.💚💚💚

Soup + Astoria.💚💚💚

Max + Kazan.💚💚💚

Juno + Bendy. Allied. 💚💚💚

Liz + Manu. Allied. 💚💚💚

So, final wheels to decide wether the remaining pair split or work together.

Glitch and Catboi work together.

Soup and Astoria work together.

Max and Kazan don't. Max abandons Kazan to stay with Orchid and Rae.