#dude this anon was perfect holy shit

[lowkeyrobin]

hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol

-🎀 anon

oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL

MCYT ; "in my baker era"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, & cellbit

warnings ; language, mentions of drugs

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'

literally has the widest smile on his face

shows off the goods to the stream

"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"

you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"

bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit

he feeds chat as well dw

RANBOO

"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"

does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀

"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"

"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"

"BAHHAHAHAH"

literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO

he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO

BADLINU

"Hey love- oh, hi!"

all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry

"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate

he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on

it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him

the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing

he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.

there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO

QUACKITY

"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"

does a 360 of the plate for the camera

"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"

he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO

"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"

"cocaine"

"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"

you're just playing into the bit dw

best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten

CELLBIT

"Hey darling, what's up?"

you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍

turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"

he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions

like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc

he shares it with you too 💔🫶

NIHACHU

"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"

"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"

she holds that little glass like it's her child

she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"

shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too

"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"

"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"

FOOLISH GAMERS

when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.

"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"

literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down

"since when do you make fudge??"

"since I wanted to try" you shrug

"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"

"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"

SLIMECICLE

"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"

does a 360 for stream

"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"

"special treat" you shrug

you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭

he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶

[sturniololuvz]

Can you make a story on how the triplets little sister is super insecure about her weight and she’s always trying to turn down food and constantly on a scale. But then she faints in front of the triplets from not eating food, and she finally tells them the truth? Also I loveee your story’s!🫶🏼

okayyyy tw: this study will have the things the anon asked for.

“Heavy on My Mind”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : Ed, passing out, think that’s it.

Y/N had always been good at hiding things. She smiled in their videos, laughed at their jokes, and made sure her brothers never worried about her. But lately, it had become harder to keep up the act.

The number on the scale dictated her mood every morning. If it was lower, she felt a little lighter—both physically and mentally. If it wasn’t, she spent the day consumed by guilt. She started skipping meals, pushing food around her plate, and making excuses.

“Not hungry.”

“I ate earlier.”

“My stomach hurts.”

Chris, Matt, and Nick never pried too much. They trusted her. But trust didn’t stop the dizzy spells, the headaches, or the exhaustion that followed her everywhere.

Today, it finally caught up to her.

They were filming in the living room, arguing over something stupid for the vlog. Y/N was standing next to Chris, laughing along even though her vision was starting to blur. She blinked a few times, trying to focus, but the world was tilting—spinning—until suddenly, everything went black.

“Y/N?—Yo! What the—”

Chris barely caught her before she hit the floor.

“Holy shit—Nick, help!” Matt’s voice was frantic.

Nick was already there, kneeling beside them. “She just collapsed—what the hell?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her body feeling weak and disconnected. She could hear their panicked voices, see their worried faces hovering above her.

“Y/N, what the fuck? Are you okay?” Chris’s voice was unsteady.

“I—” She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Matt said, shaking his head. “What’s going on? Why’d you pass out?”

She hesitated, but there was no point in lying anymore. Tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, “I haven’t really been eating…”

Silence. The kind that felt suffocating.

“What?” Nick’s voice was barely above a whisper, his expression a mix of shock and concern.

Chris’s grip on her tightened. “Y/N… why?”

Her breath hitched. “I just… I don’t like how I look. I feel like I need to lose weight. So I’ve been trying to eat less, but I didn’t think—” She broke off, unable to finish.

Matt ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “Dude, are you serious? You think starving yourself is the answer?”

Nick exhaled sharply, his eyes glistening. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want you guys to worry,” she admitted.

Chris shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “Of course we’re gonna worry, Y/N. We love you. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

Matt pulled her into a hug, and she felt his arms tighten around her like he was afraid to let go. “Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone,” he murmured.

Nick reached for her hand, squeezing it. “You’re literally perfect the way you are. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I swear—if you could see yourself the way we see you, you’d never think this way.”

Chris, still kneeling beside her, rubbed his hands over his face, trying to process everything. “You’ve been skipping meals? Not eating at all?”

Y/N sniffled and nodded. “I just… every time I eat, I feel guilty. Like I don’t deserve it.”

Chris’s face twisted with heartbreak and frustration. “That’s not true. That’s never been true. Your body needs food. You need food.” His voice softened, but his eyes were pleading. “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this to yourself.”

She let out a shaky breath, guilt settling deep in her chest. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” she admitted. “But I—I feel awful all the time. And I guess I didn’t realize how much it was affecting me until now.”

Nick sighed, shaking his head. “That’s because your body is literally begging you to take care of it. You deserve to eat, Y/N. No matter what.”

Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his voice gentle but firm. “We’re gonna help you, okay? Whatever it takes. We’ll figure this out together.”

Y/N blinked back more tears as she looked at her brothers—her family, the people who loved her no matter what. Maybe she wasn’t alone in this after all.

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Matt let out a relieved breath. “First step? You’re eating something. Right now.”

Nick stood up, already heading toward the kitchen. “I’m making you food, and you’re not arguing.”

Chris smiled softly, nudging her. “And after that, we talk about how we make sure this never happens again.”

Y/N swallowed hard, but for the first time in a long time, the idea of eating didn’t feel like failure. It felt like a step forward.

Maybe, just maybe, she could start seeing herself the way they saw her.

[mydearesthrry]

i loveddd the musician reader blurb 🥹🥹 would loveee to see more

a/n: I LOVED WRITING IT THANK U FOR THIS ANON. enjoy my babies <3 i have an fc for musician!yn x har and its gonna be gracie abrams :p

warnings: nonesies, fluff!!

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“hey, h?” Y/N called from her spot on the sofa, her laptop on her lap as she scrolled through the files for her next project, entitled five seconds flat.

“yeah, baby?” he shouted back, his footsteps soon following his words as he walked through their house, sitting next to Y/N when he arrived. “whats wrong?”

“um, to be honest, i- i don’t even really know. i just think something’s missing from here,” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “like, i love it so far, but it’s missing something. i think it’s missing it’s ‘overarching love’ song. which is really stupid because this album has so many love songs.”

“not really.” he replied simply, shrugging and looking at her.

“what do you mean? there’s tons!”

“really? like what? go through the tracklist, baby.”

she rolled her eyes, mumbling a ‘fine!’, before pulling up the tracklist. “see! um, all my ghosts, what a shame? kinda?”

“exactly.” he stated, giggling at his wife.

“you’re so annoying. can you help me? please?”

he scoffs playfully, “as if i didn’t produce nearly the entire thing f’you, but sure.”

“okay, so i’m thinking of a poem that i wrote a long time ago called lame, and i wanna work on that. it was right before i told you i loved you.”

after cracking open y/n’s journal and flipping through the pages, they had finally had a song.

“fucking finally, holy shit!” she shouted, clapping as she collapsed on harry who laid sprawled on the couch.

“y’still gotta record it, m’precious wife,” he giggled. “and find a feature. since we decided that’s what we’re doing, f’some reason.”

“fuck my life,” she groaned, twisting in her spot to attach her cheek to his chest, hair fanning out around her and nearly tickling his nose. “why can’t you do it with me?”

“no.”

“harry,”

“no.”

“harry!”

“no, dude!”

“harry,” his wife stressed, holding the ‘y’. “pretty please? i’ll do that thing you like with my mouth?” she offered, knowing he wouldn’t refuse that.

“oh my god, fine! but this is the first and last collab im doing!” he grumbled exasperatedly.

“thank you, oh my god!” she squealed, running over to him and jumping, legs wrapping around his legs and her arms crossing around his neck.

“whatever. better hold up your end of the bargain.” he rolled his eyes, his hypocritical hands coming down to rest on her waist.

she grinned, jumping down from him and placing her hands on his chest. blinking up at him owlishly, she ran her hands down his torso and murmured, “i plan to, handsome. i’ll even start right now.”

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yourinstagram: took a tiny break and ended up at long pond with my beautiful producer husband <3. u have to wait to hear what we made there,,, butttt….. HATE TO BE LAME FT HARRY STYLES IS OUT NOWWWWW LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU

pinned yourinstagram: ps our faces when we cant figure out a chord progression 😭😭😭

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> harrystyles: Rude.

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> yourinstagram: madisonbeer we miss u our precious daughter

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> yourinstagram: oh my god kika i miss u so much its a problem

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harrystyles: HATE TO BE LAME. OUT NOW.

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yourinstagram: 🤭🤭🤭

yourinstagram: love youuuuuuu so muchsies

> harrystyles: I love you moresies. Xx

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> harrystyles: yourinstagram Yes. Fueling my ego.

yourinstagram: my precious baby angel sugar cookie muffin pie <3 <3

> harrystyles: You’re insane.

user1: MORESIES??????? WTF

user2: he just said moresies yn is influencing him too much 😭😭😭

> yourinstagram: user2 its my job!!!! 😁😁

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> user7: yes!!! yn’s sister was a mechanic for ferrari and is now lando’s race engineer so they all get along really well!

yourinstagram: sorry im back here again WE R SO CUTEEEEEE

[elliespassagerprincess]

I hardly seen any love for Dina can you maybe do one her shy x popular trope

One chance - (popular!dina x shy!reader)

hi anon, firstly real! we need more Dina fics! I'm sorry if this sucks I struggle with writing fluff lmao, but i hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: dina x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: In which the popular girl asked you out

authors note: on a serious note we need more dina fics, she's sooooo fine but so underrated and it's so sad

masterlist

"Earth to Dina"

"huh?"

"Dina are you ok?" Ellie asked concerned at her friends spaced out expression.

"I'm fine"

no she wasn't.

Dina was not fine.

She was fucking fuming. Why? Because you were giving someone else attention.

Dina had always wanted to be a cheerleader. Ever since she was a little girl, she watched countless videos on YouTube for cheer routines, and she memorized them all.

As soon as she became a freshman in high-school she immediately auditioned, and as if god was on her side she became the caption and she stayed the caption up until her senior year.

She fucking loved to cheer.

The makeup, the routines, the crowd screaming for them.

For her.

God she loved it all the attention. She loved all the people around her, people praising her, and telling her that she did a good job.

Dina was the classic popular girl and as cliché as it was, this was who she was and she loved every fucking second of it.

It was like no other day.

She stood at the entrance of the field, watching the football teams run out.

She observed the other cheer teams standing next to hers, they were pretty, but surely they weren't as talented.

The whistle blew and a grin spread on to Dina's face, as she jogged out the massive doors, her squad running behind her.

The crowd cheered as the girls came out, and Dina proudly raised her pompoms, shaking them slightly.

Her gaze fell onto the crowd, as she tried spotting people wearing the schools colors but her eyes fell on you.

woah.

She's never seen you before.

Holy fucking shit.

For the rest of the night, Dina's eyes lingered on you.

Every time they had to perform, she always kept and eye on you, hoping you'd make eye contact.

You never looked her way.

You wanted to but you were scared.

You'd only join the school a month ago and you remembered on your first day of school, you saw her.

The pretty girl with the dark hair.

That's what you called her until you were told her name was Dina.

Dina. Dina. Dina. Dina Dina.

She was all you could think about.

Everywhere you went there was a reminder of Dina.

You saw a bow? Dina wears bows.

You saw someone wearing blue? Dina always wears blue converse.

You wanted to talk to her so fucking bad, but you couldn't. Every time you got close to her it felt like you were going to piss yourself.

You made her a paper flower one day, hoping you'd be able to give it to her. You'd hype up yourself in the mirror but as soon as you saw her, the confidence you once felt fell away.

"C'mon lets go" your friend Abby begged. She'd been asking you to the football game all week but you weren't in the mood for the loud crowds and all the screaming.

"let me stay home dude" you replied

"Dina will be there"

That's all you needed to hear. You raced to get ready, and you put on a orange jumper hoping the bright color might catch Dina's attention.

You sat on the field with hundreds of other people, you anxiously waited for her, you realized that her seeing you would be unlikely due to the amount of people that filled the seats.

All you remember was the crowd cheering and Dina jogging out, wearing her blue converse. There was a grin on her face as her team followed her and she looked fucking perfect.

As hard as you tried not to look at her you couldn't help it.

She stood in front so obviously you were gonna look at her.

She performed with so much confidence, with so much grace. You could truly look at her forever.

When the game came to an end her squad asked if she wanted to go out with them, but Dina kindly declined because she had other plans.

She had to talk to this pretty girl that distracted her throughout the whole game.

Dina walked through the crowd, trying to avoid all the people who were trying to talk to her.

She was growing frustrated. Where the fuck were you?

Just as she was about to lose hope, she spotted your orange jumper. You stood on the side of the road talking on your phone. Dina slowly walked towards you and she didn't mean to listen to your conversation but she did.

"Abby i swear to god if you don't come pick me up in 5 minutes I'm going to kill you"

Dina softly giggled at how overdramatic you were. You put your phone into your pocket on you sighed.

Dina could walk away right now, she could turn away and you would never have to know about this.

Fuck it. Dina wasn't a pussy.

She tapped you on shoulder, and you turned around. Your eyes met with the girl you've been silently in love with for the last month.

Fuck.

"Hi" Dina started, giving you her charming smile.

Your mouth went dry and you felt so fucking nervous. She could probably see how you were shaking.

"Hi" you replied meeting her gaze shyly.

"Well I'm Dina and i just wanted to say you're really pretty and i was wondering if i could have your number?"

You wanted to pinch yourself. Is this even real? Was this a prank?

"yeah" was all you said without looking at her. You watched Dina reach into her bag to pull out her phone, and she silently watched as you put in your number.

"You don't talk much do you?" She laughed awkwardly as she took her phone from your hand.

"Yeah" was all you said.

Dina didn't text you. Its been 2 weeks.

Its not that she didn't want to, but she was terrified.

You barely spoke to her that night, who says you'll even text her back?

You on the other hand saw the situation differently. You thought she was taking you for a fool. Someone like Dina would never just ask for your number.

As the weeks went by you and Dina make eye contact, she would give you a small smile and you would just walk away with a nod. You'd make no effort to talk to her because she made you so fucking nervous.

Dina hated this. She hated that she wanted someone that can barley look at her. But here she was getting mad at you for talking to someone else.

Some blonde bitch sat with you and you acted so differently. You laughed, you fucking smiled and showed emotion, but when Dina was around you barely uttered a word to her.

You drove her insane.

"Dude why are you fucking lying?"

"what?" Dina asked.

She actually forgot Ellie was sitting here.

"You keep looking at her and Abby"

so that's what her name was.

"What's your deal with them?" Ellie persisted.

She might as well admit it.

"She isn't the problem, Abby is"

Ellies gaze fell to you and Abby for a while before it all clicked.

"Dude are you jealous? do you have a fucking crush on her or something?"

"Yeah" Dina admitted "but I don't know anything about her, i tried talking to her, but she doesn't say much"

Dina quickly glazed to you before she groaned in frustration

"she doesn't" Ellie confirmed.

"She only talks to Abby, she's quite shy in my opinion"

shy is an understatement.

Dina was losing her mind. Every time she sees you and Abby together she feels sick. But at the same time she's too pussy to talk to you or to even text you.

Dina could perform in front of thousands of people without batting an eye but she could barley say hi to you.

You were fucking breaking her.

Dina went to an empty classroom to let off some steam and to her surprise you sat there.

"Hi" Dina said in amazement.

"Hi" you responded looking everywhere in the room but her.

'just fucking look at me' Dina thought to herself.

"What are you doing here?" She asked you.

"Abby isn't here today, i didn't feel like sitting alone"

Dina's fist clenched tightly at the mention of Abby.

"Can i ask you something?" Dina randomly asked, after staring at you for a while.

"yeah"

"why don't you want me?"

"What?"

Dina dropped her backpack and she made her way towards you: "like you- fuck- why don't you look at me? I always look at you"

You wanted to run out the room, this was all happening too fast. "Dina-"

"no listen, i know nothing about you but you seem like a really sweet girl, please just one chance" she begged.

You would give her a million chances.

"Yeah..." you started, you looked around the room one last time before you finally made eye contact with Dina.

"so are you gonna take me on a date?" You smiled at her shyly.

Dina chucked and she responded with one word: "yeah"

[ariart0]

Hello!!! Well first off I just want to say, your art- holy. Shit. It’s AMAZING. Seriously, I could genuinely gush about it. The proportions!? The stylization!? The colors!? THE POSING!? UGH. So. Damn. Good. Especially the comic you did a while back, “Hospital Visit,” DUDE. I keep coming back to that one. The expressions were so damn visceral. How Katsuki looks down, not expecting Izuku to reciprocate, The shock and hope and love when Izuku DOES kiss him. BRO. SO GOOD.

Anyways, if you were ever looking for a rather niche sport with some awesome aesthetics, I do Cowboy Mounted Shooting. I think it’d make an awesome AU if you were down for it. Anyways, love from Texas!!! 🤠

You're making me cryyyy!!! thank you so much I'm really happy that you liked the comic!

Side note: I'm also coming up with a new one slowly 👀

And WOAH that's such an amazing idea! And such a cool sport anon! Horses and Western are my all-time fav things so it's probably a sign to draw something in this setting finally! And combine it with bkdk ? Perfect ✨ 🤠

[leighbaye]

HII!! it's me again with another request for the losers! >:D I didn't wanna bother you with too many requests but since you don't know what to write... I have an idea! What if a feminine Reader with the losers club who's into 'over the top' fashion like lolita or kawaii kei/cutecore wasn't ready to share that with the losers just yet, but they ended up finding out on accident one way or another. Feel free to change up the request however you like or however suits your style better! Thank you for your time!! (❁´◡`❁)

Also! Not sure if you have specific anons on your blog, but if you do could I be 🦢 anon? No pressure if you don't!!

— CUTE FOR THE SUMMER

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , losers club 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1100

summary. you had invited the losers over to your place without thinking about how your room was scattered with your, from what you thought, embarrassing interests. completely distracted, you hadn’t noticed your mom let your friends in and headed straight to your room where you were practicing your lolita style makeup. looking and appearing completely different from the person you are out in derry. you got flustered by compliments and questions ..

labels. hyper feminine reader, she/her pronouns, lolita style reader, happy go - lucky reader. reader is closest to richie toizer and eddie kaspbrak.

warnings. mild language, fluff, flustered reader, playful teasing

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hey 🦢 anon, hope you’re doing well. sorry if i made too many drastic changes to your request. it helped me make it a tad bit easier to write. check out my rules to get a better understanding. hope you enjoy ml ♡

you adjusted the pastel pink bow on your head, tilting your face slightly in the mirror as you perfected your makeup. the lolita style had always been your little escape from the dreary life of derry. out there, you were just y/n — casual, approachable, nothing that would make anyone look twice. but here, in your room, surrounded by frills, lace, and soft pastel hues, you felt like your truest self.

you dabbed a bit more blush onto your cheeks, focusing so hard on getting it perfect that you barely noticed the distant sound of your mom’s voice downstairs.

❝y/n, your friends are here!❞

your heart stopped.

the losers. here. now.

you spun around, eyes wide as the sudden panic hit you. your room was a full display of your hyper-feminine interests: lace curtains, stuffed animals, intricate dresses hanging in the open closet, and makeup scattered across your vanity. you didn’t even have time to hide anything before footsteps pounded up the stairs.

the door burst open.

❝yoo - hoo, y/n!❞ richie’s voice rang out, loud and obnoxious as ever. he stopped mid-step, his mouth hanging open when he saw you.

behind him, eddie, beverly, bill, ben, mike, and stan filed in, each of their faces shifting from confusion to surprise.

❝holy shit,❞ richie muttered, adjusting his glasses. ❝what is this?❞

you froze, your face heating up faster than a kettle on a stove. ❝i — it’s nothing! i didn’t know you were coming up!❞ you stammered, frantically trying to pull off the bow.

eddie, ever observant, stepped closer, his eyes scanning your makeup. ❝wait, you did this?❞

you nodded, chewing on your lip nervously.

❝it’s … really good,❞ eddie said softly, a small smile forming.

❝yeah,❞ beverly added, tilting her head to examine you. ❝you look amazing.❞

you blinked, taken aback. ❝you don’t think it’s weird?❞

❝nah,❞ mike said with a shrug. ❝it’s cool. different, but cool.❞

richie grinned, recovering from his initial shock. ❝dude, you look like a doll. in a good way.❞

you felt your cheeks burn. ❝stop.❞

❝no, seriously!❞ richie teased, winking. ❝you’ve been holding out on us.❞

eddie elbowed him. ❝don’t be an ass. y/n, this is really impressive.❞

beverly nodded in agreement. ❝it’s not just the makeup. the whole style is beautiful.❞

stan, standing by the door, gave a small nod. ❝it’s not what we’re used to, but it suits you.❞

you swallowed hard, the overwhelming mix of embarrassment and gratitude bubbling up. ❝thanks, guys. i just… didn’t think anyone would understand.❞

ben smiled gently. ❝we’re your friends, y/n. you don’t have to hide anything from us.❞

bill stepped forward, his stutter barely noticeable. ❝y-you look h-h-happy like this. th-that’s all th-that matters.❞

richie clapped his hands together dramatically. ❝okay, okay, group vote — who thinks y/n should dress like this all the time?❞

you groaned. ❝richie, i swear —❞

everyone laughed, and the tension broke.

eddie nudged your shoulder. ❝but seriously, you don’t have to be embarrassed. we like seeing this side of you.❞

you glanced around at their smiling faces, feeling a warmth spread through you. ❝okay, but if anyone tells anyone outside this room …❞

richie threw his hands up. ❝scout’s honor!❞

beverly smirked. ❝your secret’s safe with us.❞

mike grinned. ❝besides, you look too good to keep it hidden forever.❞

you laughed softly, finally relaxing. ❝thanks, guys. really.❞

and as they settled into your room, cracking jokes and asking questions about your style, you realized that maybe, just maybe, being yourself around them wasn’t so scary after all.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

[collapsedglasshouses]

I don’t know if you take smut requests so I’m just gonna request for a fluffy one where Noah’s S/O has her wisdom tooth removed, I never had it done so all I know is that you get high af from dental drugs and people forget they have a partner or even married lol

A/N: I do take smut requests, I have a posted about my rules here. ♡ I like this request a lot tho, Anon. I got my wisdom teeth removed about three years ago, but I'm not from America. Where I'm from, you can choose what kind of anesthesia you get while they get removed. I didn't get full anesthesia, only local, so I couldn't feel pain and I remember everything... BUT... I know videos. Let me see what I can think of! ♡

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Noah and Jolly picked up Y/N after their wisdom tooth removal, they didn't know what they settled for.

Warnings: fluff, adorable little y/n, nothing else ♡

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"Do you know the muffin man?" You asked tiredly when your eyes finally opened after your wisdom teeth operation.

"WHAT?" Noah exclaimed while Jolly was laughing his ass of behind him.

You instantly forgot, what you wanted to tell him with that, so you just giggled. Noah's eyebrows rose. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Aren't you afraid the snake on your neck will strangle you?" You than asked while looking at his neck tattoo and than noticed how your vision was still slightly blurry. When you were honest to yourself, you didn't even know where you were.

"Please help me, Jolly." Noah than exclaimed and looked at his friend behind him.

"THE SWEDE!" You suddenly screamed in excitement and reached for your fellow friend, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore.

"I wonder if they were ever this excited to see me." Noah said to his friend and band mate, causing you to shoot him a look.

"Who even are you and why are you holding my hand, my dude. I have a absolutely perfect boyfriend that waits for me at home, mister." You mumbled and crossed your hands before your chest, when the doctor stepped in and told the boys, you could go.

They helped you into a wheel chair and drove you to Noah's car, while you slightly dosed off again.

The next thing you knew was about ten minutes later, when you started to mumble again. "Jolly?" - "Yes." - "Do you know how gorgeous Noah is? Literally every time I close my eyes, I see him right in front of me."

Noah quietly laughed while driving the car.

"No, go on. Tell me more." Jolly almost was full on laughing again, while your boyfriend's cheeks turned pink.

"I think he's a siren. Literally how can he woo someone this fast. I look at him and I feel like I'm an object." You muttered. Jolly tried to contain his laughter, causing him to tear up. "Like... HOLY HELL, HOW HOT CAN A SINGLE PERSON BE."

"Yeah, he's pretty hot, Y/N." Jolly cried out under his laughter.

"FACTS." You screamed and started to feel dizzy again. "When we come back imma kiss the shit outta him."

Noah rose his eyebrows to how oblivious you were to his presence.

"Fuck, I love this man." You exclaimed, before falling back into a "half-sleep".

A couple of minutes later, you only partially noticed Noah carrying you out of the car and into your bed, and the last thing you heard before you finally fully fell asleep was him planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering, "I love you too, silly."

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(only a short one but i hope you like it)

[decaydancedeaddove]

creepy warped tour pete MY SHAYLAAA he would so drug u and like drag into his tour bus (pls expand on this ur writing is so perfect ily)

-🦈 (if that’s not taken can i have the shark :3)

hi shark anon welcome!!! i’m sorry i’m getting to these asks so slow, i have bronchitis and it has me knocked on my ass 💔💔

anyway PHEW ACKKKKKKKKKKK YES holy shit. ugh my shayla warped tour pete. eek this was sm fun to write

The hot, muggy air was beginning to get to you. It was a little too hot and humid, a little too crowded, and frankly, you were becoming steadily overwhelmed. There were tents and stands at the tour selling drinks — ridiculously priced drinks, that was. In search for a reasonably priced drink, you'd gotten separated from your friend group.

You rubbed at your wristband, the paper a little sweaty on top of your skin. You were supposed to meet your friends when My Chem came on, but that wouldn't be for another hour. Your cell phone had died early on in the day, so you couldn't call them, either.

With a pout, you sat on an empty bench. The area was mostly empty, and you had figured most of the crowd had dispersed for whoever was currently playing.

"You okay?" A voice asked you.

You looked up, doing a double take as you were making eye contact with Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. Also known as the guy you'd just seen on stage for the first time earlier, and told your friends that you wanted to marry.

You placed a palm over your rapidly beating heart, willing it to be still. "You're—! You’re Pete from Fall Out Boy," You said dumbly.

Pete flashed you a charming grin, the same one you'd saw aimed at you from your spot at the barricade just earlier. "Guilty as charged,"

“I’m— I wasn’t stalking you or anything, I just got lost and I dunno where my friends are, and—“

He chuckled. “Hey. Relax.”

You swallowed. “I just… I was looking for a drink,” you admit, cheeks burning.

“Oh? Dude, I’ve got plenty of drinks backstage. C’mon,”

You did a double take. “Wait, what?” Backstage, as in, where the band dudes hung out?

Pete offered you his hand, and without a second thought, you took it.

As Pete led you through the maze of tents and behind the main stage, you could feel the sweat sticking to your skin, the heat of the day lingering even as the sun started to dip lower. Your heart pounded in your chest—partially from the excitement, partially from the surrealness of the situation. You had been watching him from the crowd just hours ago, and now here you were, fingers curled around his as he guided you somewhere only band guys and VIPs had access to.

The backstage area wasn’t as glamorous as you had imagined. It was cluttered with equipment cases, half-empty water bottles, and a few scattered crew members moving with purpose. Pete navigated through it all with ease, nodding at the few people who were around as he pulled you toward a dimly lit tent at the far end. The fabric billowed slightly in the breeze, the inside illuminated with a warm glow.

“Here we are,” he said, pushing the flap aside and stepping in.

Inside, it was cooler, a small fan lazily pushing the humid air around. A mini-fridge sat in the corner next to a beat-up couch, a low table covered in discarded setlists, beer bottles, and a couple of red plastic cups. It smelled faintly of sweat and something else—cologne, maybe, or the lingering scent of weed.

Pete flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms along the back of it, all nonchalant confidence. “What do you want? Water, beer, something stronger?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his grin a little too knowing.

You hesitated, suddenly hyperaware of how alone you were back here, of how quickly this had all happened. He was still smiling at you, waiting for an answer, fingers idly drumming against the couch.

Your throat was dry. You weren’t sure if it was from the heat or the way he was looking at you. “Water’s fine, thanks.”

He got up and tossed you a water from the mini fridge, and you barely caught it in your shaking hands. He huffed out a laugh at that, and you pretended not to notice.

Pete leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms along the back of it like he had all the time in the world. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, which only made you more anxious—like he was giving you the space to hang yourself with your own nerves.

“You were at the barricade, right?” he asked casually, as if he didn’t already know.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. You, um—” You hesitated, then cringed at yourself. “You saw me?”

Pete hummed, like he was thinking about it. “Hard to miss you,” he said, his lips twitching. “You were right up front. Thought I caught you looking at me.”

Your face went hot. “I—I mean, yeah, probably. I was watching the show.”

His grin widened, like he was amused by your attempt to play it off. “Right, right. Just watching the show.” His fingers tapped lazily against the couch. “So, you got a favorite song?”

It was an innocent enough question, but you could feel the way he was watching you, like he was waiting for something.

“Um. ‘Saturday,’ probably.”

Pete’s eyes lit up. “Good choice.” He turned slightly, like he was getting comfortable. “You know, we almost didn’t put that one on the album.”

“No way,” you said, too eager, too desperate to keep the conversation going.

He laughed. “Yeah. But we figured people might like it. And, well—guess we were right.”

He let the words hang there, watching you, and you felt stupidly flustered under the weight of his gaze.

“So,” he went on, tilting his head, “you come to a lot of shows?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “This is my first big one.”

Pete’s eyebrows raised, like that genuinely surprised him. “First festival and you already made it backstage?” He whistled low. “Must be your lucky day.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, guess so.”

Pete smirked. “Guess I should make sure you have a good time, then.”

You knew he was just being nice. That’s what guys like him did—flirted with fans, made them feel special. It was part of the whole rockstar thing. And yet, the way he said it, the way his voice dropped just slightly, made your stomach twist up in knots.

You forced yourself to take another sip of water, mostly just to give yourself something to do. Pete was still watching you, and it was making you dizzy.

Pete patted the empty space beside him. “C’mon, sit.” His voice was easy, casual, like this was something he did all the time—inviting starry-eyed fans backstage, watching them squirm under his attention.

You hesitated only a second before lowering yourself onto the couch, sitting closer to the edge than to him. He clocked that immediately, a smirk flickering over his lips.

“Relax,” he said, stretching his arm across the back of the couch. Not quite touching you, but close enough that you felt the heat of him.

“I am relaxed,” you said, gripping your water bottle a little too tight.

Pete chuckled, tilting his head to look at you. “Yeah? ‘Cause you seem kinda nervous.”

“I’m not,” you said quickly. Too quickly.

His grin widened, but he didn’t call you on it. Instead, he let the silence settle, watching you, like he was waiting for you to say something else.

“I—” You started to say something, but Pete reached over, his fingers brushing against your wrist where your festival wristband sat, slightly damp from the heat.

He turned it gently between his fingers, examining it like he had all the time in the world. “Hope you’re not in a rush to find your friends.”

Your breath caught. “I—uh—no. Not really.”

His smirk flickered again. “Good.”

It was subtle. Everything he was doing was subtle. Just enough to keep you off balance, just enough to make you feel like he was interested, like you weren’t just another fan with a crush.

And maybe—maybe—that’s what made it worse. Because he wasn’t being obvious, wasn’t being pushy. He was just letting you sit in this moment, letting you want him, letting you believe, even for a little while, that this wasn’t just another passing moment for him.

You swallowed thickly, trying to shake the strange heaviness settling over you. The room felt warmer than it had a moment ago, your skin sticky with sweat. Your vision blurred slightly at the edges, and your stomach twisted—not the kind of nervous, excited twist that Pete had been pulling out of you, but something deeper, something wrong.

You shifted on the couch, suddenly hyperaware of how close Pete was, of the way his fingers still toyed idly with your wristband. The touch, which had sent nervous little sparks up your arm moments ago, now felt strangely distant, like you were just slightly disconnected from your own body.

Pete was still watching you, his smirk softer now, almost lazy. “You okay?”

You opened your mouth, but your throat was dry, and the words stuck. You had to swallow before trying again. “Yeah,” you said, though it didn’t sound convincing even to you.

Pete’s gaze flickered over your face. “You sure?”

You nodded, even as another wave of dizziness crashed over you. You swayed slightly, your grip tightening on the water bottle in your hands, the plastic crinkling under your fingers.

Pete’s expression didn’t change much, but he tilted his head. “Y’know,” he said lightly, “I already told you. You don’t have to be nervous.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m not—I just…” You trailed off, pressing your fingers to your temple as a dull throb started to build behind your eyes.

Pete shifted slightly, like he was getting a better look at you. “You don’t look so good.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, forcing a weak smile.

He chuckled, but there was something else there now, something considering. His fingers finally left your wristband, drumming against his knee instead.

“You eat today?” he asked.

The question caught you off guard. You blinked at him, trying to think past the slow, creeping fog in your head.

“I—yeah. I think so,” you muttered. But now that you were really thinking about it… had you? You’d been running on adrenaline all day, buzzing from excitement, the heat, the music.

Pete hummed. “Probably just the heat then. That, or you’re dehydrated.”

You nodded vaguely, trying to focus on his words, but it felt like they were coming from far away. Your stomach churned, and you sucked in a slow breath, willing the nausea to pass.

Pete watched you for a moment before nudging the water bottle in your hands. “Drink more,” he said.

You obeyed without thinking, taking another sip, but the water felt thick in your throat, heavy in your stomach.

The couch shifted as Pete leaned in just a little, his voice quieter now. “You wanna lie down for a bit?”

Your heart stuttered. “No—I mean, I’m fine. Just… need a second.”

If anything, he seemed amused by your stubbornness. His fingers tapped against his knee again, his gaze flickering over you like he was taking you apart, piece by piece.

Your head swam again, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, pressing your fingers harder against your temple.

“You really don’t look good,” Pete murmured.

You hated how his voice sounded. Still sweet, still teasing—but with something else laced underneath. Something knowing.

Like he wasn’t just watching you.

Like he was waiting.

The nausea was getting worse. It curled deep in your stomach, making your skin feel clammy, your pulse heavy in your ears. You tried to steady your breathing, but each inhale felt thick, like the air in the tent wasn’t going down right. Pete was still watching you, still leaned in just enough to make your skin prickle, but your body wasn’t reacting the way it had before. The excitement, the nervous fluttering in your chest—gone. Replaced by something sluggish, something uncomfortable.

You swallowed hard. “I—I think I just need some air.”

Pete tilted his head, considering you. “You sure?”

No, you weren’t. But sitting here, feeling like you were slowly sinking into the couch, wasn’t helping. You pushed yourself up on unsteady legs, and immediately regretted it. The dizziness slammed into you, and you stumbled, your vision tipping dangerously for a second.

Pete was on his feet before you could process it, his hands catching your arms, steadying you. His grip was firm, grounding, but the contact made your stomach twist again—too much, too close.

“Whoa,” he murmured, voice lower now. “Easy.”

You tried to shake him off, to blink the fog from your vision, but it was so hard to focus.

“I just—” You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, gripping his arms because you had to—otherwise, you weren’t sure you’d stay upright. “I just need to sit down.”

Pete exhaled through his nose, like he was mildly amused, but he guided you back down to the couch anyway, this time closer to him. His hand stayed on your arm a little too long before he finally pulled away.

“You sure you didn’t drink anything else?” he asked.

You shook your head weakly. “Just—just water.”

His gaze flickered to the bottle still in your hand, and something unreadable passed through his expression before he smirked again, easy and casual.

“Guess today was just too much for you, huh?” he said lightly.

You swallowed, trying to focus, but the dull ache behind your eyes was spreading.

Pete’s fingers traced absentminded circles against the couch beside you. Not touching you, but close.

“You can stay back here for a while,” he said, like he was doing you a favor. “Just relax. No rush to get back out there.”

You barely heard him. The tent felt smaller now, the air thick and heavy, the warmth of his body next to you overwhelming.

Pete leaned in slightly, voice softer, almost coaxing. “You trust me, right?”

Somewhere, deep down, something in you hesitated.

But you were too tired, too dizzy, too slow to hold onto it.

So you just nodded.

Your head lolled slightly, the weight of it too much to hold upright. Everything was starting to feel distant, like you weren’t entirely inside your own body. Your skin was clammy, your limbs felt heavy, and the nausea was rolling over you in waves. Even the sounds around you—the faint buzz of the festival outside, Pete’s voice—felt muffled, like you were hearing them through a thick layer of cotton.

“Hey,” Pete murmured, his hand landing on your knee. You barely registered the touch at first, your brain struggling to keep up. His fingers drummed lightly, like he was testing the contact before settling his palm there, warm and firm. “You still with me?”

You forced yourself to nod, though it was slow, unsteady. “Mhm.” Your voice sounded strange, slurred at the edges.

Pete’s fingers squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against your bare skin. “You’re all spaced out,” he pointed out, like he was amused.

You wanted to respond, to say something, but the words wouldn’t form. Your tongue felt thick in your mouth, and your head swam again, the nausea twisting deep in your gut. You barely noticed when Pete’s hand slid higher, his touch slow and deliberate.

“You’re really out of it, huh?” His voice was soft, coaxing, like he was talking to a skittish animal. His other hand found your wrist, thumb brushing over your pulse point, like he was testing how far he could go. “Maybe you should lie down for a bit.”

Lie down. The thought was tempting. You felt like dead weight, like gravity was pressing you further into the couch. But somewhere, deep in the fog, something was wrong

Your breath hitched as Pete’s fingers ghosted up your thigh, slow and casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked sluggishly, trying to focus. “Pete—”

He hummed, his touch still light, still teasing. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

A cold rush of panic shot through the haze, but your body wouldn’t respond the way you wanted it to. Your limbs felt uncooperative, like they weren’t entirely yours.

Pete leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek. “You’re so tense,” he murmured. “You don’t have to be.”

Your stomach churned violently. Whether it was from the nausea or something deeper—something more instinctual—you weren’t sure. But it was enough to force a weak noise from your throat, barely more than a whimper.

His knuckles dragged against the seam of your jeans, and if you had more motor control, you would’ve squirmed. Instead, your breath hitched.

“Y’know what the fun thing about this is? It makes you more responsive. Sure, it totally zones you out, but—“ to prove his point, he unzipped your jeans, sliding his hand down the front of your underwear.

You let out a choked whine, his touch electrifying. You opened your mouth to protest, but your tongue was too heavy, your brain too sluggish.

“Yeah, we’ll have fun, won’t we?” Pete asked, rhetorically.

Your head swam as he leaned in closer, and finally, your eyes slipped shut, too heavy to stay open.

[djpachipikachu]

Hey,

Imagine Usagi learns the techniques from Nine Sols.

If you don't know what I am referring to, give it a search

dude im actually gonna make out with you . wait . im watching a video on it rn watch my live reacti

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO PERFECT??? WHY HACE I NEVER HEARD OF THIS BEFORE WAIT

CYBERPUNK AND HEAVY SPIRITUAL THEMES IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING I LOVE AND PUT ONTO USAGI

Wait oh my god this is so cool . holy fuck. wait . im so hlad u showed this to me im acyually so obsessed . oh my god???? i might play this

THE WORLD BUILDING IS GORGEOUS????? holy shit im gonna make out with you wait wait wait anon u mightve changed my life just now

ALSO THIS IS SO PERFECT FOR MY TMNT/USAGI ITERATION TOO??? LIKE CYBERPUNK PLUS CHINESE SPIRITUAL SHIT IS THE WHOLE THING FOR THE TMNT THERE

im actually falling to my knees holy shit u dont know how this is gonna change me

[coeluvr]

So I just read the demo for the first time and… are you okay? Like do you need to talk to someone? Cuz holy shit, that was depressing. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, but I am just mentally, emotionally, and physically drained now (don’t ask me about that last part). All in all, I really enjoyed it, but I do have some thoughts.

Firstly, I don’t understand how anyone from Rosea (except for Hunter, Fadiya and her mom, and maybe Helios) has any fans. Like did they just forget that everyone else (including Lancelot) contributed to the total destruction of our family? Everyone’s over here shipping Lancelot and Luceris, and to be fair, if this was a different story I would too, but like… they’re the enemy? Speaking of Luceris…

Dude is on some shit. Like I get it’s the point, but everything about our relationship with him just feels weird and wrong, and I’m counting the days til we can kill him. Until then, I guess I’ll have to make do with disrespecting the memory of his dead wife at every opportunity. Also side note, but as a Straight Male tm it does feel a little weird having to fake a romance with another guy, especially a guy that’s like fifty years older than me lol (Luceris really isn’t beating the Catholic Priest allegations)

The rest of the cast are a lot of fun, and I’m glad they all at least have sympathy towards MC. I think Hunter is the coolest character ever and I want to be them, and Fadiya can do no wrong in my eyes. Vincent sucks, but I haven’t really spent much time with him so maybe that’ll change. Helios I feel sorry for. He’s a nice guy and I do like him a lot, but he’s unfortunately collateral damage in my crusade against Father Luceris. I hate that we have to hurt him to get revenge, but it feels very realistic and gives your decisions a lot more weight.

On the flip side, Soarine is perfect and has never done anything wrong in her life ever. If Soarine has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Soarine has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Soarine has only one fan then that is me. If Soarine has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Soarine, then I am against the world.

All in all, I love what you’re doing with this game, even if I do have to take a twenty minute break after each playthrough just to decompress lol. I can’t wait to see where this goes and am gonna stare at a wall until the next update drops. Thanks for making such an interesting story and give Soarine my love 💚

Lol hi, anon!

First of all, I'm fine 😭 I'm like that one happy guy that writes horror whose name I keep forgetting but I bet someone knows who I mean.

Regarding the characters from Rosea that are not all that great having fans, I don't know why that's unexpected to you if I am being honest lmao. In every fandom I've ever been in, there have always been people that like the antagonists. I enjoy Lancelot and Luceris' dynamic but I feel like that's to be expected since I literally created them. 💀 The day I write in all of the side couples you'll combust. /j

But also you don't have to fake a "romance" with Luceris? 😥💀 I can only think of the husband comments MC can make and those are entirely optional so...

I'm glad you like the other characters! Soarine is indeed everything. 🙇‍♀️

Thank you for your kind words! 💗

[astro-nomaly]

Hey it’s me, the flirty anon. Bro you went OFF with the Lars thing. The grief, the way he was attached to Rose in a more human way (differentfromGreg or any of her other lovers)… the way that as a (once) human, he has a better idea of what Steven is, yet his gem lifespan and time with Rose also give him the same reaction the Gems have to Steven… ugh, I love Lars.

AND! I’m always a sucker for Steven thinking that he will always come second to his mom. He’s gotta be like her, or else his birth wasn’t worth it!! Gets me every time.

Anyways, I also actually read your Sword and shield thing (realized you had a fic and not just a description of the au <3) and GOD! DUDE! That slaps so hard holy shit. The characterization of Brad, Lloyd as some ethereal, divine being (which I can’t get enough of. Call demigod Lloyd a guilty pleasure of mine), the tragedy of Brad living in a world at constant war— and despite finding the perfect weapon, he chooses to help Lloyd gain autonomy rather than directly fight Garmadon and the Oni. In a way, that’s the biggest fight there is— to restore Lloyd’s selfhood is to break Garmadon’s hold. You’re fantastic

*grisps you* YOU GET IT YOU GET IT!!!!

Bear with me while I go on a little rant bc Lars is so so complicated. He’s very similar to Pearl actually (minus the romance bc… ick) in that everything he did, he did for Rose. She brought him back, and humans rejected him bc they thought he was a monster, and she was literally the only person he could rely on. He was completely lost without her giving him direction, and it warped into this almost obsessive need to cling to her bc he didn’t know what to do without her. And then along comes Steven and it’s this whole thing where like “okay, everything I ever did was for Rose, and she’s gone, but I’m here and you’re here and I’m supposed to protect you bc I made a promise, but I hate you for stealing her from me” AND AND AND it’s even deeper than that bc to ME PERSONALLY I have this theory that Pink Diamond was made to harness organic life for the empire so they didn’t have to spend resources just killing it all, so Lars is like literally a SERVANT to the Diamond on a certain level and there’s this tug pulling him to Steven, and he can’t just NOT be around the kid and protect him especially when the last PD made him promise to take care of him!!! And and anddddddd it really piles up around their Mommy Issues bc Steven didn’t get to know his mom yet is still suffering for her actions, but she was Lars’ mom first, and then she just left him bc she would never see him as her son. Lars was never anything more than a pet to her. Greg was the first human she ever remotely respected, and is probably the only reason she told Lars that Steven would even show up one day, and STILL didn’t tell him the truth!!!! And then Lars is in this predicament of needing Rose to keep him going, yet treating Steven like Rose the same way everyone else does is just hurting the kid, and Lars understands what it is to be both human and not at the same time so he feels like he should be better than this with Steven, and makes himself actually try, and then it turns into loathing for Rose, bc of the way she hurt them both, but he’s still in the mindset of “that’s my mom and I love her” and AMBDKWKWJSKQMABIQNQBSJWM DO YOU GET IT

And and with Steven yeah I’ve never bought that the gems only started treating him like an extension of Rose after he summoned the shield. I also don’t buy that he can’t see the way they look at him. He really does think that the only point to him is to be the next version of his mom, and literally no one is helping him fight that (until Lars that is) and wow I might actually start writing this fic again

Demigod Lloyd is my FAVORITE, but it’s also just this (excuse me for the second rant) juxtaposition bc they’re jealous of each other. Both of them think the other is too good for them. Obviously, to Brad, Lloyd is a demigod. He’s a ‘higher being’, he’s going to live forever, he has the ability to create sentient life if he really feels like it. To Brad, Lloyd is just going to forget him the second his curse is broken. But to LLOYD, Brad is everything he wants to be. Bc he’s seen the way his father and even uncle act. They’re both unfeeling, unempathetic when it comes to mortals. Wu saw Garmadon’s attempt at literal genocide as a sibling squabble, a temper tantrum. Garmadon looks at humans and sees a bunch of ants. Lloyd is scared of ending up like them, scared of becoming what his father wants - this cold, unfeeling deity. But Brad is this wonderful, empathetic, unconditionally helpful person - literally the only person who doesn’t see Lloyd as just a weapon!! And to Lloyd, Brad shouldn’t have to waste his life for someone who will outlive him a thousand times over. And it’s about TRUST too, bc YEAH literally anybody else would use Lloyd as just an object. It HAPPENS, several times. At one point, a human from a resistance faction does manage to steal Lloyd and immediately decides to go hunt down Garmadon himself without even considering Lloyd as a real person. Yet there’s Brad, who literally turns Lloyd back to a human just to ask if he’s chill with Brad using the Sword to kill Oni. And so Lloyd has to trust Brad not to treat him like an object, a weapon, even when Brad has literally all the power to do so, and then Brad has to trust that Lloyd genuinely CARES about him, won’t just forget about him. He has to trust that he matters. AND YEAH it’s about AUTONOMY too bc even though Brad will never order Lloyd around and treat him like a weapon, it’s not enough. That’s not freedom. Lloyd needs to be able to stand as his own person. But Brad needs to learn autonomy too, to stop treating himself like a supporting character and actually take charge of his own life and kshelqnsjwlnajwlqns man. Man I am gripping you YOU GET IT aaaaaaaa I wanna write this fic so badddddd bc rlly like yeah it’s a romance but it’s about MORE THAN ROMANCE

Uhm. Anyway haha you send some great asks anon 🫶

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wait dude ✋ dude hear me out on this. what if, when Kim visits his friends/family/etc., he just stands awkwardly in the doorway until he is invited in like a vampire. do you see the vision auto do you see th

This is so fucking perfect because he would do that. Holy shit anon your mind

This is straight up just something he'd do. This is something he does actually it is canon

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alex talked about that recently in this interview! [rubs hands together like a mischievous little shrimp] i hope we see it one day heh

hehehe it was a fun task! we've NEVER seen alex play such a character during a task like that — he's received cuddles and made demands and eaten meals, but this was next level Alex Acting — so that was really fun!

lucy talking incessantly about alex's legs but mans also got his long sparkly toes

i think people are too quick to call this or that iconic, but ngl the second i saw this final image...it's practically a horror movie poster...PERFECT

can you imagine greg davies being your drama teacher and then he quits to become a comedian and the next day you see him on tv as Massive Greg hand feeding a man with no teeth who is pretending to be a tortoise

honestly if that's the one that haunts you i'd say you got off pretty easy, i scrub my eyes with concrete mix every night to try and forget ass sandwich and yet... but hey at least when he hurt his hand he finally had an excuse for that stupid bandage he wears hahaha

she was being so sincere and he was Such A Little Shit 😭

you know what i was binging some simon stuff as well, since it was his birthday, and ran across this again after all these years!

aw anon i'm so glad ♡

moooost of my fave episodes are like ~2005–2015ish? probably the nostalgia!

21.01 with jess hynes bc she is an icon to me

21.05 love seeing simon and miquita together

21.07 with martin freeman

22.02 with stephen fucking fry YES

22.04 was crazy like conchords-era rhys darby was there (i LOVED flight of the conchords lmao) and then johnny vegas and danny dyer next to each other? what a lineup

22.12 with josh groban, omid, martin freeman, heston is an ALL-TIME CLASSIC

i LOVE the guest-hosted episodes with martin freeman, rhod gilbert, frankie boyle (especially 24.12 with miles jupp and professor green), jack dee, alex horne, kathy burke, and johnny vegas

23.12 doctor who special HANDS DOWN

24.02 it's hilarious how respectable catherine tate is offset by how ridiculous catherine tate is

25.06 when greg hosted with frankie boyle, h was there just being h, holly walsh angel, it was a riot

john barrowman is also extremely iconic on buzzcocks, probably most so on 19.05 but also when he hosted 25.12

there are tons of older episodes from the lamarr era that i love — bob mortimer is so funny on this series especially on sean's team, 12.05 when jimmy and claudia were with phill, fun to see ian dury on 5.01, and so on — but these above are some of my personal all-time faves!

aw i really appreciate the rec! first i would like to say i looked it up on youtube and stumbled across the american version and holy shit the dude who hosted brainsurge on nickelodeon is hosting that and WOW my brain would have died never having remembered he existed if i hadn't seen him just now — so that was very weird. ANYWAYS i'll check it out!

imo it didn't start with ben miller...rob is always like this... sometimes when the pod episodes are shorter (less than 10min? does he do that anymore), you can tell some of the bullshit is edited around, but now that they're longer-form conversations he is dominating every episode. i'm certainly no rob hater, but it's really unsurprising to me because facts are facts — rob is self-involved, extremely concerned about being seen and being heard, incredibly pouty if not outrightly bitter when he's not recognised, when fame/success doesn't chase him, when he's getting less from life than he believes he deserves. there are aspects of rob in the trip that aren't far from reality, if you see what i mean. rob is, honestly, quite showbiz. don't get me wrong, he's funny, affable, talented, we love him! but he's not a stellar podcast host because he doesn't have the attention span to let someone else have a moment. have a story. put something on the table. there are definitely times i give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he's trying to form a connection by sharing a related experience/feeling/whatever, but other times he's just being self-involved, pivoting the convo, and it is what it is. it's too bad when we don't always get lengthy, insightful content for someone we love — like miles, let's say — and when we finally do rob isn't doing his part; i felt that way about the dara episode. i don't think rob means any malice, it's just how he is...+ a dash of being a middle-aged white man in showbiz...

i got this one yesterday...

...and i'm going to dedicate it to you<3

and frankly sign me up for the woz/vcm experience i am happy to be a little tomato in that flapjack sandwich

you guys are really sweet, it makes me smile ♡ i don't know why some days the trolling can really get to you and other days you forget it in a couple blinks... i feel like i've been having some bad days. last week i saw something on my own dash with thousands of notes outright mocking me and i haven't really recovered from the uncomfortableness/just general hurt feelings. i want be better about letting those things go, but i also think a holiday break will do me good. anyways, thank you for always enjoying the blog and taking the time to be so kind ♡

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A few anons have told me I'd inspired them to think of themselves as female men and I don't know if that works for you but it's an angle I've found that really helps me contextualize everything about myself and the feeling of femininity that makes my brain light up when someone uses she/her pronouns for me.

trans dude who looks like a gender conforming woman (at least until i get my breasts off) again. holy SHIT thats the perfect angle! thank you!!

I'm glad! Having coined GAD, I really need to come up with a name for this, too. Biological Gender Overlap? Archaic Biological Categorization? It's not for everyone to see their bodies as inherently "male" or "female," but it vibes with me and clearly a lot of other people as well. Maybe it's actually an extension of GAD, since it relies on terms that used to be more fixed.

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Can you maybe do post man Abby with Mrs.postman- Black pumas

Mrs. Postman - (abby anderson x reader)

Hi anon! this was so weird to write because where I'm from we don't have people who deliver our mail, but i hope i did you justice. I hope you enjoy:)

This story is based off the song Mrs. Postman by Black Pumas, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: post man!abby x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: none

Summary: in which you fell for the post lady

authors note: first abby fic that isn't hcs??? let's fucking go dude. My second post for the day, I'm blessing yall before I leave till god knows when lmao.

Every tomorrow brings sunshine in my neighborhood since you've been in it

Oh-oh, here comes Mrs. Postman

She's thicker than blue blood and a message from her spirits, high descendant

Oh-oh, it's Mrs. Postman

This commonality won't let her be fooled by low conditions

Oh-oh, says Mrs. Postman

Your love reside in me but other feathers seem to flock together

Oh-oh, Mrs. Postman

You hated this stupid fucking city.

You don't even know why you moved here in the first place. It was fucking hot. Everything was expensive. You hated this place so much.

The Jackson sun was high in the sky, as you stood at the window drinking your morning tea.

You had moved in a couple of weeks ago, and today was finally the day you would be able to get your mail.

You finally heard the knock at the door, and with excitement you ran towards it. You almost tripped but no one needs to know that.

As you opened the door, you thought you stood in front of a god.

Her blonde hair, was pulled back in a tight braid, she was staring at you with her beautiful eyes, and her smile was just fucking perfect. Her uniform sat tight against her skin, showing her body is just the right places.

Holy shit.

Postman or Postwoman? You don't even what to call her.

"Hi, I'm Abby! You must be new" she said with a bright smile.

Now you knew why everyone is Jackson was always so happy in the morning, their fucking postman was a ray of sunshine.

"Yeah I am" you said with a small smile, opening up your hand to take the package from her hands.

"Have a good day ma'am" Abby said, before she walked away.

Maybe Jackson wasn't that bad after all.

If you want it

Go and get it, you can have it Mrs. Postman

That's alright

Can we spark it? Effervescence, let the flame burn Mrs. Postman

Right on

When it rains just know that every little thing is alright

All the same, I know that everything will be right on time

as the weeks went by, you realized that Jackson wasn't such a bad place.

The people were nice, it was a safe area. The Postlady is really hot. Things were looking up.

You found yourself waking up earlier in the morning, just to make yourself look prettier. You would sweep your front porch daily, to make sure that Abby would come to a clean place. You found yourself baking cookies, and giving it to her every morning.

What was happening to you?

Even when you didn't have any mail, Abby always made a turn at your place. Her visits always made you feel special.

The days Abby didn't come, you always felt the lack of her presence. She'd become a part of you routine. She's become a part of you.

Over time you learned small facts about the blonde.

Her dad was a surgeon, she had one dog, her favorite color is blue, she works 5 days a week, and she's trying to get into college.

You could say the two of you had established a friendship.

You saw whatever you had as more than that. You guys weren't a friendship in your eyes. You felt that there was more.

Your crush on Abby grew by the second, every interaction, every smile and giggle she let out had an effect on you.

god you were down bad for your fucking Postwoman.

Today was like no other.

You woke up, took a showers and you put on brand new blue sundress you bought to hope fully catch Abby's eye.

You sat in your living room, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds of Abby's arrival.

You heard a knock at your door, and you jumped up, cleaning your throat as you walked towards the door. You took a deep breath as you opened the door and you were met with Abby's smiling face.

You saw her eyes wonder down your body as she looked at your outfit.

She thought you looked fucking beautiful.

"Hi Abby" you muttered shyly.

Your eyes met as, and you felt a spark.

"Hi" Abby smiled.

"Do I have mail?" you asked.

"Yeah a letter" Abby handed it to you.

You thanked her and the two of you stood there for a while.

"Aren't you supposed to go Abby?" You asked unsure of why she still stood there.

"Open it"

with a raised eyebrow you opened the letter.

The page was complete white, but in the middle of the page there was some words written in black ink.

Will you go on a date with me?

From your favorite postwoman

Abby <3

You looked up at her with eyes wide, and she awkwardly brought her hand up to scratch the back of her neck.

"So?" She asked unsure.

She looked terrified.

"Fuck yes" You breathed before you leaped forward bringing her in for a hug. You gave her a kiss on a cheek as you pulled away, her face was red.

You made her so fucking nervous.

"Can we go out tonight?" Abby looked at you with a hopeful smile.

"See you tonight ms postman"

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character asks bc other anon was a coward: blade

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General opinion/How much I care about them: Ren Blade Yingxing my beloved beloathed depressed miserable angsty bastard aaaaaaa-

This man, oh my god. This edgy mess is somehow the second fastest blorbo to be coined as such in my blorbo-having history, and I think that alone says a lot. But even if not, he has his special little spot for being: 1) my first HSR fave, 2) my current main (the gameplay is ridiculously fun holy shit), and 3) the reason I downloaded the game at all (shoutout to Bronya, of course, but it was mainly Ren).

Also I really like the fact that he's genuinely batshit insane. An unapologetic menace to the galaxies. He can be so unhinged and evil sometimes, and that's a new flavor of fave in my collection. Did I mention the story doesn't try to redeem him at all? Because it's true! Extremely uncommon win on the hyv writers' part there; doubly so because they manage to balance this aspect with the subtle gap moe they love to give to all their stoic characters.

Yes. Ren is simultaneously edginess incarnate and a tired grandpa that sucks with words and doesn't know shit about technology. Oh and he keeps getting roped into Situations by his colleagues- and goes along with them all the time! The dude was literally asked to pose for a movie cover and he just. did that. No questions asked. Nothing.

I care about him a very normal amount. He's so neat and- oh my god I forgot to mention the aesthetic. Black/blue/red/gold is such a banger color scheme. He also has a spider lily motif and that looks very cool! And the pretty ribbon on the back of his coat is a 10/10 design choice. His only problem is that the game keeps forgetting to edit his silly beta design sneakers out of splash art, and that the washed out jeans clash hard with the coat. But otherwise? Perfection. I could (and did) stare at him for hours on end.

A ship I love: Kafblade is one of those pairs that you can read as romantic or platonic with equal efficacy and I love that for it. They're partners in crime! There's a great sense of trust and faith between them! They're each other's guardian and tether and the one who understands them best and they're such an awesome dynamic, good lord.

Honorable mention goes to jingren for the old man yaoi potential to take the relationship in a very (bitter)sweet or very sad way. There's something to be explored here and I wish canon could give it consideration someday.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Stellaron Hunter agenda!!! They're so awesome individually and as a group, and the comedy is just lovely. You have Ren wrangling two terribly reckless women because in some way, by some miracle, he happens to be the braincell holder among the three. You have him trailing after Kafka on one of her shopping sprees with a whole bunch of bags and coats, you have him going to an arcade with Silver Wolf because she wanted to show him this brand new game she's been talking about nonstop for four days, and you have him in an impromptu shooting session with them both because they wanted to make silly movie covers and needed an extra actor.

They're one small hilarious family and I adore them so so much, you have no idea. Can't wait until Sam and Elio make an appearance in the story so I get more fuel for shenanigans.

The NOTP: None here sir, as long as the ship is normal it's fine by me.

My biggest headcanon about them: Ren is autistic and you will pry this hc from my cold, dead hands. He's stuck in his own head 80% of the time. He doesn't do conversation at all. Back when he was still Yingxing, he used to spend so much time at the forge when inspiration struck him, to the point of tuning out everything until his friends physically dragged him out to touch grass. He's an autistic nerd through and through, and even several thousand deaths can't take that from him.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One idea I've been curious about lately is what would happen in a roleswap scenario, where the Astral Express crew find Ren before the Stellaron Hunters do. He may not make for a great archivist, his state of mind may be less-than-stellar, but it's interesting to imagine the dynamics between him and the crew- and hey, who doesn't love taking sad guys out of situations for a change?

I'm filing this concept for later, just in case. Who knows? The writing ghost visits when I least expect it.

Something that makes me think of them: Everything these days The flute, the sound of wind blowing, red spider lilies, and -to the immense detriment of my composure in public- mentions of the word blade in any context ever. Why gee, thanks for permanently altering my brain chemistry.