#he doesnt get in back but tommy is better

[cao-tick]

Maybe Michael looks after Techno as a cool figure and maybe Wilbur builds nests for comfort and maybe puffy can do cool acrobatic jumps and maybe Quackity has a bathtub instead of a shower and maybe Wilbur and Tommy fight for shiny little stuff and maybe Ranboo can't decorate a room alone because it would look awful and maybe Sapnap doesn't go to winter climates because he melts snow and maybe Karl has a lot of clock in his room and maybe Sam needs to use protection when close to fire or lava to not explode everything and maybe Dream doesn't have a face under the mask and maybe Ghostbur appears more often to Tommy in exile because he can't sleep and maybe Fundy has a laugh like a fox that attracts them and maybe Techno cares about certain emeralds as much as gold and maybe Charlie has a bounce when jumping and maybe Foolish can sence when someone dies (specially if revives) and maybe Bad has a sixth sense for when someone is going to screw up and he has to go against his instinct to make it worse and maybe Skeppy is cold to the touch and can't do anything about it and maybe Fundy loves strategy and hunting games more than others and maybe Hanna can fly and maybe Schlatt doesn't headbutts people and maybe Niki has the intrusive thought of knocking something off the table and maybe Punz doesn't get have the social skills of a human so he hides behind the "money over people" reputation and maybe Jack can count and make the math of probabilities on the casino but chooses not to and maybe Ponk doesn't have a average human face and that's why he covers it and maybe Hanna can grow roses with a touch and that's why the roses in her hair are always fresh and maybe George has a reason for sleeping so much (spores), a side from his usual reason and maybe Jack developed complex humans emotions while everything was happening and maybe Callahan can talk by telepathy but chooses not to and maybe Purple's name is the first word he learn of the human language and maybe

Inhuman dsmp will forever have my heart like okay maybe they're just boring guys but maybe Tubbo headbutts people to show affection and maybe Ranboo frequently squishes themself into ridiculously small spaces and maybe Techno sleeps in a furnace sometimes and maybe Phil runs into windows because he can't see the glass

[kinardsboy]

This has been sitting on my mind a lot lately but it seems extra relevant now with the way Tommy and by extension Lou has been criticized for acting “too gay” in ep 5. And while yes, I will agree Tommy acted slightly different in ep 5, it has absolutely everything to do with Lou’s incredible acting choices to play Tommy differently when he is around people he deems as “safe” which is much better explained in this amazing post here <-

All these complains are doing is just yet again exposing buddies as homophobes who are, at the end of the day. Uncomfortable with real queerness being shown infront of them. Of course we already knew this with how they react to Buck and Tommy kissing and god forbid flirting especially if it has sexual implications like the daddy kink scene.

They can’t possibly fathom their precious uwu baby Buck would be sexual with another man so they spin and twist it however they can to make it out to be, “NO! You see! Tommy started the flirting! Tommy is just an insatiable horny gay man! He only wants sex! Like most of them do!”

Which is again spewing homophobic rhetoric, who wouldve guessed thats what they immediately turn to?

I now have something probably controversial to say but oh well, im going to say it anyway.

A good many of these shippers would be deeply uncomfortable with Buddie actually becoming canon, because they would be nothing like their fanfic. They don’t want to see two men in a relationship, they want to see Eddie in a relationship with the character they project themselves onto.

There are so many examples of this but perhaps the biggest being the way Buck is made out to be the “woman” in the relationship and especially how he is made to be the “mom”

Buck and Tommy’s relationship 1st does not have any children involved so there are no gendered roles to be assigned (even though if there was.. theyd just both be a dad), they are both beefy and the same height, which is what people usually use to decide “top” and “bottom” but again since there is little physical difference between them, they cannot do this, which only adds to their uncomfortableness.

Furthermore, I would go as far to say that Buddie shippers dont actually like Buck.

A while back a shipper posted this analysis of Buddie, that essentially reduces Buck to a dog. A pet. Only to be let out of the bedroom to cook and take care of Chris, otherwise he’s meant only for Eddie’s pleasure.

Which, disgusting. But the thing that stood out most to me was how Tommy was criticized for

letting Buck be himself. For accepting and loving him flaws and all. For not trying to change anything, or “train” the bad out of him

While Eddie was the “trainer” in that scenario, that had to train the bad out of Buck in order for him to be acceptable.

And thats the funny thing isnt it? Buddie shippers have to completely warp and destroy Buck’s character to make him fit their mold of perfect partner for Eddie. They make him out to be this helpless person who can’t even tell Tommy he doesnt want to be called Evan, that needs rescuing from Tommy, that is a “mother figure” to Chris, that his “dream role” would be live in chef and maid for the diaz family..

When none of that is Buck.

Buck is a smart, independent and strong man. He has worked tirelessly on himself to know who he is and what he wants, which right now? Is with Tommy.

Bringing it back to my main point, their complaints of Tommy being more gay and Bucktommy intimacy ultimately just boil down to homophobia plain and simple, seeing real queer representation and not representation that they can specifically twist and cater to themselves through fic, headcanons or gifs, makes them uncomfortable

(could this be why so many of them ignore shows with canon m/m ships for favor of shows with fanon ones that will never actually happen? So they can make these demands for representation then shit on it as soon as they get it because its not fanfic? Its not their fetish specifically catered to them? It actually represents real life queer men who they don’t actually like?)

[pedge-page]

Closer

sub/Himbo!Joel Miller x F!Reader

can be read as a follow up to Safe or standalone

Summary: you give Joel exactly what you both want, and he feels closer to you than ever before.

Warnings: Sub!Joel, Himbo!Joel, Mommy kink, Breeding Kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, face riding, oral F! receiving, premature ejaculation, preg, Joel gets called puppy

18+ ONLY

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He’s barely thrusting in and out any more. Just pathetic grinding and unrhythmic humps with pathetic whines and unrhythmic grunts.

You squeeze the fat around his hips, your legs dangling off to each of his sides. His head tucked low with his sweaty forehead resting atop your breasts his eyes remained glued to the spot where he disappears into your sopping cunt. where the two of you are Joined. Connected. Close.

He lets out a harsh gasp. “I made—mmmmffff—Mommy my cum dump,” he hums proudly. His brows suddenly furrow in concentration when your warm walls tighten.

"Where did you learn that? Who said that?"

His hips slow their pace. Eyes refusing to find yours after such a bold statement. Embarassment washes over him. “Um... Tommy said... you were like my cum dump... because I keep dumping my load inside you.” Joel stills entirely, the downward cast of his face giving way to his guilty conscious.

You squish his cheeks and make him look at you like a grown man. There’s such a thrill buried inside you when he perks up at direct eye contact from you, even when you're scolding him, like you were granting him such luxuries to be acknowledged. “Don't listen to Tommy. Mommy tells you what you need to know.” 

He nods obediently, picking up his frantic thrusts again with renewed security.

Your nails claw against his broad, sun speckled back. The reminder of his muscled form doesnt deter your control over him in the slightest. and he doesn't mind surrendering to you entirely either.

His harsh pants fan across your throat, pulling him closer in to your warm embrace. Your body bounces back and forth with each rock of his cock plunging into you. Soft lips kissing away the sweat under your jaw. You can feel the smile crinkle around his cheeks pressing against your shoulder. Joel feels so capable yet so protected with you. He never wants to leave your comfort.

You can tell from the high pitched puppy noises he’s making mixed with the swell of his cock reaching deeper inside your pussy that he’s getting close. Working to secure yet another generous load of his seed inside you.

“Hey,” you coo, kissing his forehead before bringing his eyes to meet yours. God, he looked so perfect like this—all lost and dazed, not a thought behind those eyes except Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s pussy, MommyMommyMommy. He’s half listening, so pussy whipped out of his mind, but you know he’s going to love your next words:

 “We're gonna have a baby."

A fat grin spreads over his entire face before his lips are parting in an “o,” slamming into you one last time balls deep. He’s so excited that he cums. His movement stops altogether, groaning with an eye rolling orgasm, spilling his hot creamy spend into your already fertilized womb.

You laugh at him. “Happy, you're making me a real Mommy?”

"Because—because I put my cum inside mommy!"

"Yes sweetie.” yours lips find his, sucking away his pants. "And you're gonna be a Daddy."

"I did—“ he gasps loudly, trying to talk and catch his breath—“I did a good job.” He’s wrecked but trying so hard to recognize the reward of his hard work. The thing you had been promising him for ages finally come to fruition and its because of him. He should be proud. He knows you’re proud.

"Baby will grow better if you keep putting more in,” you tease, hands creeping over his ass and pushing him further inside you, forcing his seed to your cervix.

“Mommy,” he whines, knees rutting forward so he’s grinding against your mound. You can feel each ripple of his glutes flexing underneath your fingertips. 

“Are you being selfish? Doesn’t Mommy get to cum?”

He nods, fearful that you would think he’s leaving you out. Even if he would forget to please you, Joel’s only purpose is to please you, fulfill your needs and empty his balls into you and breed. Only in this case, he's the livestock sperm-bank to your nurturing and greedy will.

“Roll over.”

He switches positions so fast, the back of his head slamming into the pillow, body jittery with excitement. He only briefly misses your warm cunt, worried over the cum that is still there.

“Good puppy boy,” you praise.

If Joel had a tail, it would be sprained from how hard he’s wagging.

You climb atop Joel's face. 

He immediately sees the pearly drops of his cum starting to seep out of from your slit. “No! No no Mommy it's leaving your pussy!"

You pin his wrists down with your knees, and he almost cries at the tortured sight of it slowly dripping from your throbbing cunt, down your folds and on to his chin.

"Then you'll put more in. Shhh. It's okay, don't panic. You’ll have more cum to put in me.”

Joel steadies his breathing as you stroke soothingly over his scruffy cheek. He knows you'll take more and more from him as you please, but he really needs to let this go if that's what you command. you know better than he does, afterall.

Your thumb and finger clench his cheeks tightly, wakening him to your attention. 

“But it's my decision. I decide what to do with you cum. Your body. Your cock. I decide what's best for you."

He nods, mouth muffled as you sink yourself onto his face. He eagerly laps at his messy seed from you like honey straight from the hive. He gets lost in it, the salty thick taste invading his buds, humming with his pretty lashes closed. His gentle hands, all rough on the exterior but so loving with intent, slide up along your middle until he's gently splayed a palm over your lower tummy, dreaming, wondering, hoping, excited to feel it swell so soon knowing he put a child in you. The room is so quiet. Intimate just between the two of you. Your fingers dance over his, layered on top and rolling each roll of your pussy onto his face. His eyes open and you smile warmly at him. You feel his breath hitch at the sight of you, so enthralled to be so much closer to mommy, tied together, physically and emotionally, than ever before.

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[the-record]

kissing lessons: 1

synopsis: ellie’s a year older and the smartest girl you know. such a shame she can’t stick around.

song: kissing lessons - lucy dacus

pairing: young!ellie x young!reader

warnings: none????

a/n: this was so fun to write and pt 2 will be out, this lowkey just sets up the next part(s?) also barely proofread, im lazy

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

“mom, can i go meet ellie?”

“did you finish your dinner?”

you hummed, setting the dirty plate in the sink beside her. “please? i did my homework too. and fed the dog!” she stopped washing dishes and looked to you. “pretty please? with a cherry on top?”

she sighed and rinsed a plate. “alright. but you come right home when the street lights turn on. okay?” you hugged her waist and slipped on shoes before running out the door.

she was waiting for you standing on the seat of a swing. “that looks dangerous!” you called as you ran over.

she turned back, hopping down when she was it was you and sitting properly. “says who?” you rolled your eyes and set at the swing beside her. “did you see mr. anderson today?”

you giggled and nodded. “i feel bad for abby, must be kinda embarrassing to have your dad as principal.” ellie nodded in agreement, humming a tune.

“i dont like abby.” you cocked your head at her, a silent question in your eyes. “she’s such a show off in p.e. and she gets special treatment because of her dad. so unfair.”

you kicked off, sending the swing into motion. “i think she’s smart. and pretty.”

“yea…” ellie joined you, pumping her legs back and forth to get higher. “my uncle’s in town.”

“your uncle?” she nodded, looking forward at the tree line. you thought for a moment before speaking. “have you ever even met him before? what’s he like? is he like mr. miller?”

she smiled softly. “he said to stop calling him mr. miller. said it makes him feel old.”

“he is old!” you both laughed, still flying high in the air.

ellie stopped kicking, though you didnt notice, very slowly losing air. “uncle tommy is nice i guess. his wife scares me a little.” she sighed before turning to you. “i didnt see you at recess, where were you?”

your feet grazed the ground as you came to a stop. “cole asked to play tag.”

“but you hate tag,” ellie said, getting off to stand in front of you. “did you play tag with him?”

you shrugged before nodding. “my mom said i should. says he likes me.” you kicked at the ground, staring at the wood chips moving. “boys chase girls they like.”

ellie huffed and crossed her arms. “but he’s mean, he teases you. all the time!”

“boys are mean to girls they like too.”

“that makes no sense.” she flopped to the ground, arms still crossed across her chest.

you got off the swing, sitting in front of her. “what do boys like?”

“i dont know… kissing i guess.” she averted her gaze as she said it, choosing the ground to focus on.

you were taken aback. kissing? only old people did that, you thought. how do you even kiss? what if he tried to kiss you, and you didnt know how? “do you know how to?”

“what? how to kiss?” you nodded shyly, meeting her eyes. “yeah. i could teach you tomorrow, after school. joel and tommy are going out.” you nodded again. “okay. we’ll walk to my place from the bus stop then.”

the lights flickered on, signaling your time to leave. “i better get going.”

ellie nodded in agreement, getting up and holding out a hand to you. she pulled you in a hug before pushing you towards your house and walking backwards to her own. “ill see you tomorrow!”

you smiled and waved as you both ran home, butterflies fluttering.

“who is this ellie character?” your mom looked to you in the rearview mirror as she asked.

you smiled, sitting up to tell her. “my friend. she’s a year older than me, but she lives across the street. mr. millers daughter.” your mom hummed as you continued. “she’s really funny and nice. im going over to her house after school today.”

“and mr. miller doesnt mind?” she asked as she pulled into the drop off line.

“no ma’am.”

she parked and turned around, a smile on your face. “alright then. you have a good day, and please be good at the millers.” you nodded grabbing your backpack.

the day dragged as you waited for the bell to dismiss you. when it finally did, you met ellie by the bus, clambering on together.

“i found lip gloss in sarah’s room. she told me i could have it because she didnt use it anymore.” ellie smiled as she told you the plan.

“i wish i had a big sister. sarah is so cool.” you both nodded before moving on to some gossip you’d heard that day.

you entered ellies house hand in hand and she pulled you to her room. giggling as you sat the on the bed, ellie grabbed the gloss from her nightstand and sat in front of you. you tried to keep a straight face as she put it on you, and she tried to when you did the same.

“okay, now do this.” she puckered her lips as you giggled. “c’mon…” you nodded and copied her. “okay. now we lean in and… close our eyes!” you felt nervous as she sat up straight. “ready?”

you both leaned in without a second thought, your lips barely touching before you both pulled away giggling. “this is so weird.” ellie agreed with you, nodding and smiling.

“good weird.”

you ‘practiced’ a couple more times and fell beside each other on her bed.

“was that your first kiss?” you wondered aloud.

she hummed, turning to look at you. “yea. was it yours?”

“yea.”

“what do you mean you’re moving?”

you jumped up from the bed when ellie gave you her big news. how could she be moving? she couldnt leave you.

“dad says he wants to be closer to uncle tommy. apparently he and maria are… ‘in the family way’ or whatever.” she picked at her cuticles, pressing down on her thumb when it began to bleed.

you groaned and crossed your arms. “thats so unfair!”

ellie’s eyes teared up and you sat down beside her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “im gonna miss you.” you whispered. “a lot.”

“me too.”

you had to have been mistaken. ellie had moved away so long ago, there was no way she was back. there was always new people filtering in and out of your town, must’ve been one of them.

but mr. miller was harder to excuse.

“ellie, isn’t that your old friend?”

the butterflies crept back in as she turned around, her eyes locking with yours.

“damn. you grew up.”

[notjoelmiller]

wild thing

MDNI

joel miller x reader (later tommy miller x reader) summary: You like the brothers. They're good to you. Though certainly one more than the other. wordcount: 1.3k warnings: a little bit of violence, drinking, smut (p-in-v), voyeurism (dubious consent from both voyeur and voyeuee with this one, as a warning), joel has a praise kink a/n: wrote this super quick. hope you like it <3

When you meet Joel, you nearly kill his brother.

The brothers search an abandoned house. It’s surprisingly abundant: ammo, canned food, and medical supplies are all added to their stock. They search each room from head to toe, grabbing whatever they can. 

But no matter how much shit they cram into their bags, Joel can’t help but feel like something is wrong. Goosebumps trail up his arms. A tightness around his heart grows with every step deeper in the house. Joel tries telling Tommy, but he shrugs it off.

Tommy rolls his eyes, “Don’t go questionin’ a good thing.”

Then something shuffles. Joel hears it, but before he can even act, you lunge from around a corner, terrifyingly swift, slashing and stabbing a knife in any direction you can reach.

Joel watches the collision, frozen in place, in awe almost. At lightning speed you pin Tommy to the ground. It’s not until your hands close around his neck that Joel manages to snap out of it.

You scream as Joel yanks you off of Tommy, grunt as he pins you to the ground. A single hand sits on your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, yet. However, his other hand comes up to your hand that holds the knife, pinning it above your head.

Joel’s close to you now. Your breath fans against his skin, warm and not at all unpleasant. You shake beneath him, dropping the knife to the ground. Joel sees your every movement like this, feels your body beneath him– your fear. Ten years ago, he may have been disturbed by it. Now, not so much.

“You’re a wild thing, ain’t you,” Joel says with a smile on his face.

“You gonna kill her or kiss her?” Tommy asks. It’s a joke. Joel doesn’t find it very funny. Maybe it would have landed better if there wasn’t blood dripping down the attempted-comic’s cheek. You had slashed Tommy during the collision, apparently. Joel’s proud, but not as much as he is enticed.

Joel lets go of you, slides off of your body painfully slowly. You don’t move, just watch him in the same position he had you in, head thrown slightly back, hand high above your head, thighs apart. It’s debauched the way his eyes linger on you as he grabs your knife– a nice butterfly one. He covers the blade and tosses it on your chest.

“C’mon,” Joel says, offering a hand. “You’re comin’ with us.”

***

The brothers warm up to you quickly once they realize the slash you gave Tommy won’t scar. We need his pretty face, Joel says. Apparently his boyish grin and charismatic tongue have gotten the pair out of some tough spots. You can’t deny, Tommy’s got a face that can calm you on your worst days.

You learn about them. Joel’s older, though you guessed that by the volume of gray sprinkled in his beard. He’s quiet– quieter than Tommy at least, though that’s not hard. He’s guarded, doesn’t like sharing anything too personal with you. One night, when Joel’s off on guard, Tommy lets it slip that he had a daughter. You never dare to bring it up to him.

Tommy’s different, sweeter in a way. He’s more likely to crack a joke, or share a smile when you’re down. He's good with a gun. Joel tells you that he got into trouble a lot back before the infection. You don’t believe it at first. Then you see him smile after getting his nose broken, his lopsided smile accentuated by his crooked nose, blood spilling down to his chin. You believe Joel after that.

You like the brothers. They like you back. You and Tommy grow close, finding a rare camaraderie in your fucked up world. But only because he doesnt know you’re fucking his brother.

It’s an accident the first time it happens. As much of an accident as sex can be. You three find a settlement to spend the night in. The people are nice, they feed you and hand you plenty of drinks.

Be merry, they said.

And merry you were.

His gaze is on you all night. You feel it, but pay no mind. You dance, you drink, you talk, you flirt with strangers, and you drink some more. He’s more reserved, planting himself at the bar while letting you enjoy the festivities.

You come over once he finally catches your gaze. You make small talk.

“How’s the night treating you, Miller?”

His hand snakes around your waist, “Good. Nice watchin’ you have fun for once.”

You smirk, leaning into him, “Yeah?”

He takes you in the back of the bar, chatter and music drowning out the noise of your coupling. He’s behind you, your face pressed into the wall, going at a brutal pace. At some point, his hand comes to clamp against your mouth, quieting you. He doesn’t quiet though, leaning down to your ears, whispering unholy things.

Knew this pussy would be good. Takin’ me so well, baby.

Think they can hear us in there?

Gonna cover you with my cum, let them all know who you belong to.

It doesn’t end with that night. You alternate taking watch, waiting for Tommy to fall asleep before pouncing.

It’s always different, where, how fast, how intimate. The only constant is the way he marks you with his cum. You smirk every time at the carnal nature of it, remembering his words to you that first day you met.

You’re a wild thing, ain’t you.

You’ve come to love the double entendre.

You suspect Tommy knows. There’s only so much that Joel’s hand over your mouth can do, not with how the filthy cacophony of skin meeting skin and Joel’s own moans sounds. He doesn’t say anything, but things feel different. His words almost seem charged. Innocent statements sound like innuendo coming from him. You think– pray –it’s all in your head.

One night, you ride Joel. He doesn’t let you take control often, but something that night makes him want to relinquish control. You’re grateful. Let me take care of you, honey, you coo at him. He shivers.

You go slowly, taking time to savor every moment. You grind at the base of his cock, reveling in the friction against your clit.

It doesn’t take him long to reach his peak, the words of affection you whisper to him of no help. You’re almost at your peak by the time he’s cumming. As he fills you, you quicken the pace. Joel reaches a hand to your clit, rubbing in frantic circles, but it’s enough, and you reach your peak in no time.

You shake as you come, muttering incoherent words of praise and thanks to Joel. You shut your eyes for a moment, but just like every time you’ve fucked, reality soon comes crashing down. There is no aftercare, nor any time to cuddle. You need to get back to watch and get fixed up before anything happens or– god forbid –Tommy wakes up.

Speaking of Tommy– your eyes search for him in the darkness, the only illumination offered to you being the dying firelight. You find a shape, vaguely man-shaped. You squint, the details of him coming into clearer view– the rise and fall of his chest, his rifle laying next to him, and–

Tommy’s looking right at you, eyes dark, but alert. You’re still seated on Joel’s cock when you make eye contact with him. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, nor make any indication beyond that terrifying look in his eyes that he knows your secret. 

Then, he smiles, and his eyes close.

Joel has no idea, still coming down from his high. Your eyes flick from man to man. You shudder.

[pacifymebby]

Hello can I request the peaky blinders x selective mute reader pls, do you think any of them would understand what's going on or are they completely in the dark? And how would you think they would react to hearing your voice for the first time?

Tommy

🌿 Is drawn in by it, thinks you're mysterious, presumes you're like him and that you're just above the meaningless conversations people fritter through at the Garrison or the markets... He thinks you must be deeper than all that.

🌿 So he's endeared to you, but he's projecting this image he has of you onto you, not necessarily seeing the real you at all. He has this view of some, cool and removed, sharp girl...

🌿 But then he tries to speak to you directly and he notices the way you don't look him in the eye, the way you look to your friend for help only to find your friend has unfortunately been stunned into silence by the presence of Tommy Shelby.

🌿When your friend pulls herself together and apologises, and apologises on your behalf too, Tommy doesn't take his eyes off you, because you still haven't looked at him and he knows youre not going to talk...

🌿 Would want to unravel the mystery, get close to you, know you better than anyone else... Hes always very gentle and charming. He's realised now that he might scare you and so he's more careful not wanting to frighten you, never stern or sharp with you the way he often is with others.

🌿 He's persistent as fuck. Often if he sees you in public he'll say hello, he'll talk to you about what he's doing and he'll try to find things to mention about you. He almost always says something complimentary about your appearance, leaves you blushing nine times out of ten.

🌿 Hes always so calm and polite around you, you actually end up seeing and getting to know a completely different Tommy than anyone else.

🌿 It takes a long time for him to win your trust and keep your confidence but as time goes by you begin looking forward to seeing him, secretly hoping he'll come and sit with you in the Garrison. And whenever he sees you he always does.

🌿 Something about Tommy is that he's quite happy to sit in silence, he likes his thinking time, his peace and quiet and he likes just sitting in silence with you, watching the world go by, watching you.

🌿 He feels so pleased when you finally say something but doesnt show how shocked or pleased he is, just smiles softly and replies to you as if you were anyone else... Because he doesnt want to make a fuss and embarrass you and he doesn't want to behave as if your behaviour is abnormal for fear you'll be too anxious to try and speak again.

🌿 Won't rescue you in conversation because he wants you to know you don't need rescuing, that youre capable of speaking up for yourself.

🌿 He gently encourages eye contact, always correcting your gaze when he talks to you. He often cups your cheek in his hand when he's having a conversation with you, its this reassuring contact which also allows him to keep pushing your gaze gently back to his.

🌿 "Look at me angel, thats better... You've got lovely eyes y/n, let me look at you eh?" he's so gentle with you, his voice becomes a reassuring sound and even if you're still quiet with him, you feel comfortable and slowly, slowly Tommy helps you to build your confidence.

🌿 He'll never cut you off. Ever. Every word that leaves your lips is precious to him and he will never interrupt you. He knows that if he does you'll lose your confidence and start second guessing yourself so he always listens to you, always encourages you to finish what you were saying when you trail off or start to get shy and nervous.

Alfie

🐻 Is endeared to you, but concerned for you too. This is a nasty bit of town you're living in and a girl who can't speak up for herself could wind up in all sorts of trouble.

🐻 The first time he meets you he says all that, he's gruff and grumpy and he doesn't realise until its too late that he's making things so much harder for himself.

🐻 Because you're scared of him then, every time you see him you try to slip away and thats very inconvenient because Alfie is actually quite fond of you, and he wants to look out for you.

🐻 He thinks you're adorable and he's sure you must be one of the sweetest girls he's ever met. He wants to hear your voice, get to know you...

🐻 So he has to change his tact, from then on he's a complete softie with you, he's gentle, he's calm and softly spoken, he doesnt grumble or snap and he tries to hard to be friendly, nothing but charming.

🐻 Luckily for Alfie he can do enough talking for the both of you and your silence is hardly noticeable. He will walk with you through Camden Market, or wherever you're going actually (he's impossible to shake because he wants everyone to see you with him so that no one will think of messing with you) and he'll talk and talk and well... Talk at you, telling you all sorts of stories.

🐻 It takes time you do eventually warm to him. You look forward to seeing him and you enjoy listening to him. You find him very funny and he makes you laugh a lot, even though whenever he does you try to hide it or hold it back. His favourite sound in the world is your little giggle muffled by your hands or your sleeves.

🐻 Sometimes he'll get carried away and realise when its already too late that the story he's telling you is actually probably quite scary, its probably intimidating you...so he'll apologise and cough a little awkwardly and try to change the subject to something softer...

🐻 And thats what makes you speak up, one day he coughs and tries to change the subject just when he was getting to the gory details of a story he's telling you about ghosts people say they've seen down Camden Lock. He tries to change the subject and start talking about something else when you cut him off.

🐻 "Wait don't!" you shock yourself and blush immediately regretting cutting him off, you feel all kinds of anxious, expecting him to be annoyed with you but he isn't. Instead he just chuckles and asks "Don't what poppet?"

🐻 You're not sure you can speak up again, losing your voice immediately but Alfie thinks he knows and he chuckles, "you want to know more about the ghosts?" he asks and when you nod he tries to tease you, "say please..." you panic feeling the tightness in your throat until he smiles and shakes his head and gives your hand a squeeze. "Don't worry zieskiet, don't worry I'm just kidding with you, I know... Very cruel of me want it, I'm sorry poppet..."

🐻 Alfie feels a fatherly protectiveness over you, he can tell that youre an intelligent girl, he can see you have so much potential. He wants you to be more confident, wants you to be able to stand up for yourself, speak for yourself. He's sure you have so many interesting things to say...

🐻 He'll kind of daddy you through it, lots of gentle encouragement but also being kind of firm with you too. He'll ask you questions, he'll be soft with you, but he'll wait for you to answer him. He'll be very encouraging.

🐻 He'll constantly reassure you that he wants to listen to you, that your opinions are valuable, that he'll hear you when you talk to him. "All those thoughts you've got floating around your pretty head y/n, the big ones and all the little ones too right, they're important and I wanna hear every last one yeah... You can tell me anything you like, whenever you like right and I, will always be hear to listen to you yeah, cause you're a smart girl, and everything you think and feel yeah, important... Got that?"

🐻 He'll practice conversations with you, like basic every day conversations. And he'll be so laidback about it too, he won't lie or over complicate thingd. "See right, when you go down the market and such and such whatever his name is, yknow the ugly fella with them big fuckin Cauliflower ears, when he asks how you are right... You don't have to actuually tell him the truth you know... You could just say 'fine thanks' or 'perfectly happy mr Cauliflower ears' or 'fuckin miserable leave me alone' you know... Alright zieskiet you practice on me yeah, you pretend I'm mr fuckin Cauliflower ears and you tell me what you wanna buy from my shit little market stall yeah? Well done poppet, see we're gettin there aren't we... "

🐻 Selfishly he has to admit he enjoys the way you'll only talk to him, the way you look to him so dependently. He loves the way you turn to him when youre lost in conversation, feeling scared or overwhelmed. And he'll never let you down. When you look at him with those wide eyes he will always help you, whether that's answering for you (he feeks so proud that you trust him enough to look to him to do this for you) or whether its giving your hand a squeeze and giving you the gentle encouragement you need to find your words again.

Arthur

🍂 Honestly? You make him nervous. Well, silence makes him nervous, not you personally, it's just that you're a very quiet lass and when he's left alone with you he feels under pressure to speak because you never do.

🍂He ends up saying really stupid things, stumbling over his words, getting frustrated with himself and blushing, he would seem shy if he didn't just come out with every thought that crosses his mind.

🍂 "Funny weather we're having ain't it, well you know, not funny, nah, no one finds fucking weather funny do they, you don't see people laughing at the sun do you, nah I meant like... fuck sake I don't know what I meant..." Him trailing off, you watching him curiously, he's quite endearing, not as intimidating as other people.

🍂 Seconds later he starts talking again, "so what brings you to this end of town love? You don't really look like the kind of girl who should be sitting outside my brothers office on her own... now I'm not being rude, I don't mean you look weird or you know.. I don't fuckin know, I'm not trying to be rude lass I promise, I'm just..."

🍂 His awkwardness makes you laugh, you giggle when he gets flustered and so your laugh is the first thing he hears. And he loves it. He laughs with you, awkwardly, but decides he wants to hear your laugh over and over again.

🍂 He thinks you're probably scared of him and his family, and he's not wrong exactly, its just that everyone intimidates you and no matter who you're socialising with its scary.

🍂 So he tries to put you at ease by being gentle, kind and soft. He tries not to swear in front of you but thats quite hard for Arthur since he's got the pottiest mouth in town and he's always getting annoyed and swearing.

🍂 He does a lot of "fuck... sorry love I mean... f.." opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish because he can't think of any other word that isn't a curse.

🍂 And you find this very funny so you do a lot of giggling and he does a lot of blushing and although things are very awkward between you you warm to him very quickly. He doesn't scare you as much as other people even though he should.

🍂 Maybe its his own nerves that put you at ease, the way you can tell that it isn't easy for him either. The fact that he's always embarrassing himself in front of you... it makes you feel like he isn't judging you.

🍂 Arthur understands you a little, even if he doesn't understand exactly what's going on with you. He thinks you're scared/ shy and doesn't necessarily understand that there's more than that going on. He too struggles to regulate his emotions and finds a lot of things about the world quite scary deep down so he empathises with your anxiety and he understands why you always look so scared and overwhelmed. Its how he would look if he was allowed to express himself, if he didn't have to put on the tough guy act all the time.

🍂 The first time you speak to him its because he's said something daft again and is cursing himself for being "such a stupid fuckin dinlow sometimes..." Whenever you hear him put himself down you always want to argue with him but you never build up the courage in time and the moment passes just as awkwardly as it always does. But today it just slips out. "You're not..." you barely say anything at all but those two words fill Arthur with so much joy he can't keep the smile and the blush from his cheeks. He's really proud that you've spoken to him, since you never speak to anyone else around these parts.

🍂 He kind of gets his hopes up then that you're going to do the talking but of course that isn't how this works. He's disappointed at first but you've given him hope with those two words and every conversation he has with you from then on he sees as another opportunity to hear your voice.

🍂 He wants to help you to speak and he tells you that in his own way, "its a shame for you ain't it, I'm not exactly fuckin... shit I'm sorry lass... and sorry about that too I spose, I meant, am not exactly very good at this either am I... conversation like, it ain't really my strong point.."

🍂 but you'd just smile, a warm smile, half a laugh. Enough for Arthur to understand you're enjoying his company, he isn't scaring you, he's making you happy. Which is actually all he wants to do.

John

🌼 John takes it personally, he's heard you talking to his Aunt Pol before, and you talk to Bonnie Gold! But never to him. He thinks it isn't fair and it wounds his ego because he can't understand why you don't like him.

🌼 He becomes convinced it's his fault, that there must be something he's done to upset you. Tries going over everything he's ever said to you but he knows he's only ever been friendly. So then he gets more frustrated and more wounded and he starts getting sulky.

🌼 Probably stops speaking to you, probably avoids you when he can and, when he can't he probably gives you all these sullen glances and sulky looks that make you feel all the more nervous around him.

🌼 In the end Bonnie starts picking on him about it, telling him not to glare at you the way he does. "Girls shy enough as it is and you're not helping are ye..." "That girl doesn't fuckin like me anyway does she..." Bonnie would laugh at him then, "fuckin dinlow."

🌼 When Bonnie explains that you're shy John has a hard time believing him, "if she's just shy..." "she's not just shy... dinlow, its more than that... if you want her to speak to you you have to win her trust... show her you're not gonna make her regret speaking to ye.... that means smile at her steada whatever that sulkings all about eh..."

🌼 John begrudgingly accepts and tries to follow Bonnie's advice but its difficult. He's used to lasses smiling and flirting with him, he's used to girls who take to his charm immediately, but you can hardly even look at him.

🌼 He's definitely the sort to think that giving you little gifts like the odd flower is going to "bribe" you into speaking to him, and whenever these gifts fail to do so he is always surprised (because he's stupid and doesn't learn) and a little disappointed but not deterred.

🌼 He will pester the living daylights out of anyone you do speak to to find out if you ever say anything about him and when Bonnie says "oh aye she asked about you the other day yeah mate..." "What? What did she say?" "Oh god i dont know let me think... I think she said somet like 'here bon, my best friend in the whole wide world, you know John Shelby don't you... Do you know why he won't leave me the fuck alone?"

🌼 John will just blink back at him stunned, realising hes joking when Bonnie splits a grin and starts laughing at him. "Nah she hasn't said anythin but thats probably a good thing..."

🌼 So poor John has to persist, trying not to let it get to him the way you shy away from him. Its as if you're so scared of him and all he wants to do is show you you've nothing to worry about with him.

🌼 He gets really protective over you, always jumping to your defense when someone complains about how quiet you are. If someone says "she makes me nervous..." You're sure to hear John grumble, "here, mate... I'll give you somet to be nervous about..."

🌼 Eventually all his protectiveness, his little gifts, the way he just doesn't seem to want to give up on you, chips away at your anxiety and leaves you feeling comfortable enough to say "thank you," when he gives you a flower, and to ask him what hes giving it to you for. "Pretty girls deserve pretty things I spose..."

🌼 Naturally that embarasses you making you blush and avert your gaze. John wouldn't know whether it was a good sign or not but he'd try his best to think positively. He'd smile and shove his hands in your pockets and say something like, "not much of a talker are you lass? S'alright i can do the talking for both of us..."

🌼 He'll rescue you in conversation, when someone asks you a question he'll answer for you if you look lost. He'll introduce you to new people and he'll make light of the way you can't speak so that its not awkward and no one thinks you're being rude.

🌼 When it occurs to him one day that you just said hello to him first he'll be stunned, he'll grin the biggest grin and probably pull you in for a shocker of a hug. He can't help it, he's really happy but also really proud of you too.

🌼 No one really understands how the two of you came to be so close since you're practically polar opposites but thats because no one else really sees John's gentler side. His carefulness which is reserved only for you.

🌼 He has that natural fatherly worrying instinct, he worries about how you'll cope when he's not there and whenever you're going out with Ada and the girls he gives them strict instructions to look out for you.

🌼 He probably worries that if something happens to you you will be too scared to shout for help so he gives you a whistle to wear around your neck on a little chain. He says if anything happens to you and you can't shout for help you're to blow the whistle.

,🌼 makes you practice because he knows you well enough to know that if it comes to it you probably won't blow the fucking whistle.

Bonnie

🍀 Thinks he might understand whats going on. He's perceptive, he has to be as a boxer and as a peaky boy. He's good at noticing things about his opponents in the ring, when theyre nervous, when theyre worn out... He's good at sensing fear too, he knows exactly how to read his enemies mind, find their weak spots without moving a muscle or saying a word.

🍀 So he notices things about you pretty quickly. He can tell by studying your expression when you're in a group, or when he tries to talk to you that you're scared and uncertain. The way you never look anyone in the eyes, the way you freeze up and try to shrink away into your clothes when someone says your name.

🍀 At first he thinks you're just shy, and to be honest he's not exactly used to shy girls. None of his sisters or any of the girls he grew up with are shy. Quite the opposite actually. So this is unfamiliar territory...

🍀 Even so, Bonnie is an optimistic lad at the very least, obnoxiously persistent in the eyes of those less forgiving. So he doesn't give up. He tries his very best to bring you out of your shell.

🍀 He makes a point of always smiling at you, always meeting your gaze even if only for a second, he speaks to you directly, always makes sure to say hello to you directly even when you're in a group. He doesnt push it further than that at first but over time, when you start to smile back, he starts asking you questions, and when you don't answer he starts answering the questions too, "hows your week been?... Ah well mines been alright can't complain you know... Got a fight coming up you know... Come see me if you like am gonna win in the fourth round..."

🍀 Maybe he's naive but he thinks he can probably trust you with his secrets... Who are you going to tell them to afterall.

🍀 When he feels close enough to you he'll probably make that joke and hope to god you laugh rather than hit him for it.

🍀 The longer this all goes on though the more Bonnie begins to wonder if you're really "just shy" or if its somethint else. Something deeper than that?

🍀 He's extremely patient though and he will rescue you in conversations when he sees you need it, he's actually very protective over you and it genuinely hurts his wee heart when he sees you looking scared and awkward, if he thinks you're struggling he'll swoop in to rescue you, sometimes without even thinking about what he's saying so that he embarrasses himself. But no bother eh, anything to take the pressure is off you.

🍀 The first time he hears you laughing its because he's a embarassed himself in front of the peaky boys. You'd usually feel far too uncomfortable to laugh at anything, choking back your laughter, clenching your fists and holding your breath to keep it inside. But Bonnie makes you feel safe, and you're always just a little more comfortable when hes around.

🍀 So when he says the stupidest thing you think you have ever heard, the giggle just tumbles out of you and doesn't stop. Everyone's looking at you in shock because you've only ever smirked at most in the past. When you realise everyones looking at you you go quiet again but your eyes find Bonnies and the warmth of his smile settles your anxieties and reassures you that everythings okay.

🍀 For as much as Bonnie will always rescue you in conversations and speak up when you can't, he can see how much pain you're in, how anxious you seem to be all the time and he'll want to help you. He wants you to be happy and confident enough to speak for yourself even when he isn't around.

🍀So he'll try his best when its just the two of you, not to rescue you when you lose your words. Instead he'll take your chin with his finger, tilt your gaze back up to his and hold eye contact with you saying something like "go on lovely, what were you going to say?"

🍀 He makes sure you can see he's listening to you. If you're in a group and you try to speak but no one hears you, Bonnie will make sure people hear you and don't forget about you. All these little things build your confidence slowly over time.

🍀 And when you are anxious his hand always manages to find yours giving you a reassuring squeeze. Bonnie is all about showing you he is there for you.

🍀You develop this kind of telepathy almost, a simple look is enough from either of you to make the other laugh or understand exactly what youre both thinking. He'll look to you and roll his eyes when his dad is talking and when you start laughing everyone will know its the two of you up to no good again.

🍀People say he brings out the worst in you, hes a bad influence, but he's the opposite actually and everyone can see how much happier you are when you're with him. His confidence and happy go lucky nature brings out a calmer less anxious side to you and you've never smiled more than when you're with him.

🍀 One of your things is not ever being able to address someone by their name so he kind of craves hearing u say his. And whenever you do he loves it!

Isaiah

🐀It drives him crazy because he knows you can talk. He knows you're just "choosing" not to talk when he's around. He's interjected in conversations in which you were talking to Ada before and literally watched the smile fall from your lips at the sight of him...

🐀So much like John his ego is wounded and he just gets frustrated trying to work out what he's done wrong. Why you don't like him.

🐀It wouldn't actually occur to him that you might be scared of him because he's with the Peaky Blinders. Ada has to point that out to him... But even when she does he just shrugs and says he doesn't understand. "I'm nice? I don't get it, I'm always fuckin nice!"

🐀He copes with his insecurity about you by teasing you, making little jokes about how you never speak. He calls you little mouse because you're so mousy and shy. Ada tells him off for this so many times but trying to laugh at the fact you won't talk to hin is the only way he can be less embarrassed about the fact that you don't like him.

🐀He will be too embarrassed about his insecurity to ask anyone for any real advice, he'll just keep going, making the jokes, knowing hes making things worse.

🐀Finally when he gets you alone one day, he'll get annoyed at the awkward silence between you and suddenly just let everything out confessing everything to you. "I know you don't like me very much sweetheart, know you probably wish I'd shut up and leave you the fuck alone right now eh but I just wanna know what I've done like... Always try me best to be fuckin nice to you don't I but I don't reckon I have been cause you don't seem to have warmed up to me much do you... "

🐀"Yknow I don't mean anythin by any of that stupid shite i say don't you mousy... Truth is i think you're a really sweet little lass, all i really wants well, i dont know... Just a little hello every now and then would do... Just want to feel like we're friends... "

🐀When you still cant respond and you flee he just has to accept it and take the L cause he deserved it for taking the mickey out of you for as long as he has done. Honestly it's going to take such a long time for him to win your trust now.

🐀He'd maybe even need to give you a little space, get used to the fact that you aren't going to speak, accept that you're going to be quiet and shy and that you probably won't even look at him.

🐀He has a lot of learning to do tbh, like he has to learn that your silence isn't a reflection of him, it doesn't mean you don't like him. He basically has to work on his own self confidence (and i mean his real deep internal self esteem not that cocky arrogant front he puts on in front of others) he has to really work on his own sense of self and then look to working on his relationship with you

🐀He goes from being your most frustrating tormenter to your most fierce protector. If he ever catches anyone making jokes about you he'll shoot them down, sarcastically laugh at them all "like she hasn't heard that before cunt..."

🐀I think it takes Isaiah the longest to hear you speak. And then when you finally do he gets shy and paranoid he's going to fuck it up, that hes going to do the wrong thing and you'll never want to speak to him again.

🐀All you said was hello, a simple hello in response to his, that was it. But he forgets how to speak, just looks at you blankly, manages to smile and just sort of repeats himself, says hello again and gets awkward. Which makes you awkward too. You smile but you shrink away because you really need him to lead a conversation.

🐀Pulls himself together in time to say its nice to see you. You kind of just have this awkward conversation where everything he says you repeat back and he has to stop himself from repeating again, you just go round in cirlcles until Ada cuts in and rescues you both.

🐀One day he asks if you can forgive him for having been such a stupid git to you in the beginning and hes so relieved when you nod your head and let him take your hand.

🐀Considering how scared you used to be of him and his stupid jokes you feel so close to him now. No ones ever put this much effort into getting to know you and trying to win your trust.

🐀"You've got a really lovely voice you know," he isn't used to saying "nice" things to people and meaning them, he's usually such an empty flirt, trying to charm lasses into a one night fling. But with you its different and you mean a lot to him.

🐀Still calls you mousy but its affectionate and it becomes this sign of your firm bond. Only he gets to tease you and call you that name, he's earnt the closeness you share and you know he means it affectionately.

🐀Rather than actively helping you to get better at speaking, his boisterous personality and relentless cocky attitude probably rubs off on you. Its hard not to feel a little more confident when you're on Isaiahs arm. He lets you wear his peaky cap sometimes in big groups, it shows everyone youre with him, and he sees it bring out your confidence.

Michael

☘️ I think Michael was shy as a little boy, at least more so than all of his cousins, and then when he was taken from his mother probably even more so.

☘️He probably didn't talk much when he was given to his new family. Even as he got older he probably wasn't the most self assured young lad. In school he probably tried to fit in and did a little, but wasn't particularly loud or popular.

☘️ So when he meets you he recognises that uncertainty in your eyes and understands your social anxieties.

☘️ He wants to give you a hug and tell you it'll be alright, that even if things feel overwhelming for you now, if things feel scary and you feel like you're not capable of doing anything right, or that you don't feel like you fit in... It won't always be like this and if you give it time you'll find your place just like he did.

☘️But this is Michael we're talking about, he bottles all that shit up. Doesn't say a word to you, just watches you and feels that familiar uncertainty curdling inside him. All these things he wants to say and he can't bring himself to say it. He gets anxious because what if he's got you all wrong what if its not like that for you at all.

☘️ In the end its Polly who tells him he should try to get to know you, "you were like her once you know... She could do with a good lad like you to show her a little kindness... Its a cruel world Michael, if you don't nobody else will..."

☘️ So then he feels guilty too. Has to swallow his anxiety whenever you're around. It takes all his will to make himself sit down next to you, to say hello, to keep trying even when you only offer him the smallest of smiles in response.

☘️ But he's a mothers boy isn't he, so what Pol wants Pol gets and she wants him to try so he bloody well tries. And besides, he feels a connection with you, he's felt one from the very first time he saw you in the Garrison with his cousin Ada. He doesnt know whether you feel it to, in fact he knows you probably dont. He feels close to you because he thinks he knows how you feel.

☘️Eventually he gets up the courage to talk to you properly. He finds the whole thing absolutely painful and mortifying, trying to tell you how he used to be like you, so he thinks he understands.

☘️ You can sense how hard he's trying though and that means a lot to you, and you're honestly surprised too because for as much as he's reserved around you, you've seen him with other people, you've seen him charming the girls at the Garrison and you know the reputation he has is as bad as his cousins. So you're surprised when he tells you about his childhood shyness and how it took him a long time to feel accepted anywhere.

☘️ Its encouraging, the way he talks about it too, like its this thing that used to be a huge problem in his life but isn't anymore. You find it reassuring to know that you might not feel this way forever. That one day you too might feel accepted and comfortable enough to talk freely and take up space.

☘️ You don't realise, though you should, that its Michael and his family that are going to make you feel that way. That it will be him that treats you with the warmth and patience that you need to make you feel at home.

☘️ You pluck up the courage to say something to him a few days later, youve wanted to say something to him since he spoke so empathetically and gently to you, its been all you could think of, how to say it, when you'll say it, if he'll even know what you're doing talking about because its been awhile now and he's probably forgotten he even said anything to you at all ect ect... Youre riddled with the anxiety of saying something to him and the more you think about it the worse it gets.

☘️ But you do manage it, even if all you actually say is, "Thank you... For..." when you trail off you expect him to cut you off but he doesn't, he just smiles softly and watches you carefully, trying to work out if you are going to finish your sentence or not. When you stammer and cut yourself off again he puts his hand on your shoulder and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

☘️ "s'alright love, i understand, come on come sit, just me and you, try again in a minute eh?"

☘️ At first the way things develop between you its like he's a big brother to you, he takes you under his wing, protects and guides you as though making up for the sister he lost.

☘️ He spends a lot of his time with you, and whenever he sees you around he makes time to talk to you, or not talk to you depending on how he feels like you're feeling.

☘️ You have this unspoken connection, sometimes all it takes is a look from you and he knows exactly what you're thinking/feeling.

☘️The more you spend your time with him the more able to talk you are and he's so pleased and proud that you look to him in the way that you do, that he is one of the only people in the city who gets the blessing of hearing your voice, getting to know you intimately through conversation.

☘️He's especially pleased to know things about you that Tommy doesn't, that you trust him and nobody else. That without him you'd be lost.

☘️ Gets jealous if you do start speaking to someone else and has to remind himself that actually this is what he wants. For you to grow and become your authentic self not hiding or fearing being too much.

☘️ So despite his fear that once you can talk to other people you'll not need him and you'll stop wanting to speak to him, he encourages you and reassures you, tells you he's proud of you.

☘️ But of course his fears are unnecessary, you'll always look to him for comfort, company and reassurance, he'll always be the person who saw you for who you really are first. He'll always be the one who believed in you and took his time with you. And he's your best friend. And maybe you secretly want hin to be more than that.

[sethdomain]

im having fun

More info down here where i just ramble lore n shit

-Las nevadas

Basically that fucking gambling district, the monopoly is ruled by Jschlatt & co, which obviously is owned by schlatt.

Schlatt run a casino and he runs it alongside quackity. Quackity is kind of like his secretary he does all his jobs for him, schlatt still fucking himself up with alcohol beverage.

-Republic of L’manburg

Kind of like NCR, but not really. L’manburg goals is to rebuild a nation that would restore order within the wasteland.

They mainly target the Las Nevadas, mainly because wilbur was salty about losing ton of caps there and he has some vendetta toward schlatt & co.

L’manburg reputation is well known, but they’re laught upon because their power compared to other faction is laughtable. With little organization and no wealth.

-Brotherhood of Steel

Still almost the same as the one in fallout, but the main difference is that its more cultish-ish

Founded by Ex Dee, then he was then misinterperted as some sort of mesiah bringing god words so all the BoS does their thing for this god.

-Legion

Will be led by mutated Dream.

Almost the same as the fallout legion, they would try to do a hostile takeover through the wasteland to make it better to his own standard.

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More about c!discduo

-before the incident

Dream was a fresh knight and he got Tommy as his squire, they are both fresh on their gigs and Dream quickly latched onto Tommy because he sees himself in Tommy.

It was either a bad thing or a good thing, because he would constantly tries to shape tommy up into his standard and would get very very nasty if tommy doesnt listen to him. The good thing is, unlike all the other squire that instantly fucking die, dream constantly watch over tommy being overprotective of him almost like he’s his protege.

-after incident

After the incident, Dream still couldnt bring himself to hate Tommy, but still, he’s dissappointed because Tommy in the incident instances fails to meet his standard. But he recognized that it was merely an ‘accident’

Now that he’s back with full power he wants tommy back and gave him what he consider a ‘second chance’ a ‘redemption’, despite it all he cannot hate him. He recognized the feeling, he knows he is the perfect protege.

[loullaby]

another headcanon buck doesnt notice tommys lil freckles until like they cuddle for the first time and he freaksss

i actually started writing a little about this ahaha here!!! this isnt the entire thingie

Tommy shifted, murmuring as he awoke. He opened his eyes and violently jumped as Buck’s face- very weirdly grinning face- was mere inches from his own. 

“Oh my god. Hey there, gorgeous.” 

“Good morning, you.” Buck said all too loud for it being 7:16am, and suspiciously too loud for someone who should’ve only woken up a couple minutes ago. However long Buck was up staring at him like that was unbeknownst to Tommy, and both men would like it to stay that way. 

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, as if he were trying to speedrun a couple more hours of sleep before he had to muster the energy to face the day. He sat up, turning towards Buck with a small smile. “Morning.” He pecked his lips. “I’m showering first.” He leaned in for another one.

Suddenly acting groggy, Buck slowly wrapped his arms around Tommy’s neck, pulling him down again. “Aw, just a couple more minutesss,” He dragged out the words. Tommy gently laid down on top of Buck, resting his chin in the middle of his chest. 

Playing along, Tommy prompted, “Ohh, I don’t know.”  

Buck cupped his head in his hands and started running his fingers through his bed-tousled hair. Tommy closed his eyes and hummed contentedly.

Buck smiled. “Can you believe it’s only been a month?”

“Since you and I started dating?” Tommy mumbled in Buck’s shirt. He lifted his head to look at him, “Yeah. We’re speeding through this shit.” 

Both men chuckled. It went quiet for a moment, but it was a good quiet. One that would’ve been painfully awkward and probably replaced with making out with all his ex girlfriends. Tommy was different. He didn’t have to always be doing something; performing, almost. They didn’t need to have a purpose to be with each other.  

Buck gazed at Tommy, who was equally as zoned out as he was. The light from his window cast a beam across his face. Buck had an angel on his chest. His heart swelled, but partly because having an incredibly muscular man on him can get heavy.

The light made his deep blue eyes almost turquoise, and his ashy brown hair golden. It seemed to litter his face with freckles, which Buck thought were absolutely adorable, but made a mental note to clean his windows later.

But then Tommy moved his head, and they stayed. Buck blinked a few times in mild disbelief. 

“Tommy, do you have freckles?!” Buck turned his head with his hands to get a better look. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Have you never looked at my face-”

“Oh my god, Tommy, they’re so cute.” Buck grinned silly, tracing them with his thumb. They seemed to group at his nose, then scatter to his cheeks. Buck found a couple stray ones on his forehead. His back and shoulders were covered in them, as he saw the night before. He had kissed as many as he could in between gasps and moans. These ones were fainter, but he adored them equally. “How have I not noticed?”

Tommy chuckled. “Surprise. Jesus, it’s been a month, baby.” 

Buck snorted, “Facetime calls aren’t exactly HD. This is like our first weekend off together.” He fondly stroked his cheek. “You’re so cute.”

“Eugh. Seriously?” Tommy complained, but his eyes crinkled in amusement.

awwwww, nonny 🥰 come back here! i wanna know more, that was so cute!

can you tag me when you post the whole thing?

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Now on AO3 here (with slightly better editing)

Tommy spots him off to the side just after they start playing. He gives Evan a nod and gets one back, and he's confused. Because Eddie has told him he doesn't like basketball, and Evan kind of let it slip he only came last time because he wanted to see him.

Oh.

He loses the ball in his distraction, then tries to shake it off. "Get it together Kinard," he whispers to himself.

A few moments later he's got the ball again, perfect shot lined up, and he glances at Evan, almost showing off a little and the little fucker winks at him.

He misses the shot by a mile, his team is a little frustrated but all Tommy can hear is the beat of his own heart thudding in his ears.

This boy is gonna kill him.

He really thought it was just gonna be a little fling. Something fun and new and wild. If he's honest he hasn't even dated That many guys himself, and certainly no one like Evan. Not someone that blushes at every word he says, that treats each kiss like the last breath of air, that looks at him like he's so experienced and put together and...

Someone runs into him and he almost falls over. He hears Evan laugh, and its such a good laugh. He's so very very screwed.

Tommy manages to make it through the game, losing badly, but he finds that he really doesn't care that much today. Not when that blinding smile like sunshine is laser focused on him postgame. Not when he hears a stuttered "h-hey Tommy," from Buck that literally makes him wanna drag that boy into a kiss right here.

But Evan isn't ready for that he doesn't think. Fuck does he want it though.

"Hey Evan. What're you doing here?" He asks as he grabs his things, uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow and arms.

Evan is staring at him, following the towel and he tests an idea, running it down his legs, then rucking up his shirt and doing his abs. Evan honest to God licks his lips and exhales shakily and that makes Tommy nearly pop a boner right there.

He presses in closer, watches as much as hears the intake of breath from Evan. "I... i just wanted to see you..." Evan says and fuck he's blushing. The kid is honest to god blushing and his eyes are darting all over, to Tommy's face, his lips, his body.

"Well that's good. I've been wanting to see you too." His hand comes up of its own accord, about to grab him, but then he remembers where they are and just punches Evan's arm. Well, he was aiming for his arm but he hit his chest. And fuck if that wasn't solid muscle he just hit.

Evan actually moans a bit and slaps a hand over his own mouth, looking around to make sure no one else heard.

But Tommy heard.

"Wanna walk me to my car?" He asks, and Evan nods, following along. Once they get there he goes and opens the back door and tosses his bag in, but then he goes to the passenger aide and opens it.

"I, uh, I drove here," Evan says, uncertain.

Tommy looks at him, eyes trailing up and down his body. "I know. Get in."

Evan complies readily, scrambling into the seat in his haste and fuck if that doesnt make Tommy wanna ravage him right here. Not yet though.

Soon.

Once they're both inside the car the tension is palpable. He looks over, seeing that flush still high in Evan's cheeks. He places a hand on the man's thigh, his thick muscular thigh, and then moves in, swallowing down the gasp Evan lets out as he kisses him.

Its so good. Fuck its too good. At some point his other hand has come up to tangle in Evan's hair, he has curls, how did he not notice the curls before. Hes just about to try going for Evan's neck when he feels a soft pressure against his chest and immediately he shuts himself down, pulls away, panting.

He stares at Evan, trying to see if he pushed too far, he wasnt trying to he just got carried away. Hes about to say that when Evan simply goes "Fuck..."

That makes Tommy laugh. Evan is even redder than before and when he looks down well, the side of his hand is touching something that definitely wasn't there when he first put his hand on Evan's thigh.

Evan's eyes flick down and he groans. "Wow you, uh, you're," he trails off, but Tommy knows, he's tenting his basketball shorts. Its not embarassing at all though because he doesn't mind Evan knowing how much he does it for him even if they haven't gotten that far yet.

"Yeah, i am. Because of you. Is that okay?" He asks, making sure.

Evan laughs, a nervous but somehow giddy thing. "Its new. But yeah, yeah that's... I didn't even think about like, that being a thing yet."

"Theres a lot of new 'things' to get used to when dating a man Evan."

"Yeah im starting to see that."

He catches his eyes, lettting the moment linger. "And is it okay?"

Evan reaches over and kisses him again, this time softer, more like the first one. "Yeah, it is," he says as he presses their foreheads together. Then he's pulling away. "Now i need to go before i do something very embarassing and very public."

Tommy laughs and pulls him in to another kiss, whispering in his ear "if it wasn't for me wanting to make your first time special I'd have already been blowing you right here." Maybe its too much too soon, but he feels like he has to say it.

Evan stares at him for a moment and Tommy tenses, worried he just fucked that up. Then he laughs. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that but... I have a history of fucking things up when I fall into bed too fast. So as much as its literally killing me," he looks at his own crotch, Tommy thinks he might see a twitch that actually makes his mouth dry, "is it okay if we go slow?"

Tommy nods, sitting back in his seat, no longer crowding the younger man. "We can go as slow as you like. I get it." He looks at Evan again and smiles. "I better go take a shower, I reek." Then, laughing as he adjusts himself a bit, "a very cold shower."

Evan looks uncertain, Tommy raises an eyebrow in question and then the man blurts out "i think you smell great." He blushes even more after that and Tommy smirks.

"Oh yeah? All sweaty and gross?"

Evan seems to pause, like hes struggling with whether to say this or not. "I..."

Tommy gives him a warm, welcoming smile. "Evan dont be embarassed you can say what you wanna say."

Evan looks at him and some of the uncertainty seems to clear. "I always kinda thought it smelled nice. Like sweat and just... that't weird I'm sorry." It almost looks like he might flee and Tommy grabs his hand.

"Hey look at me." Evan does. "First of all, that isn't actually uncommon. A lot of guys are into that." He pauses to let that sink in. "Me included."

Evan looks scandalized, but also a bit turned on. "Really?" He says, his voice a bit strangled.

Tommy just chuckles. "Yeah, really. I think you'll find what guys like with each other might be a little different than what you've thought you were, I'll say 'allowed' to like with women?" He says, not sure hoe to phrase it.

Evan smiles really broadly at that, still shy, but relieved too. He leans in for another kiss and Tommy sinks into it. If Evan inhales a bit deeper before he pulls away well Tommy isn't going to call him on it.

"I better go. I, uh, I'll call you later?" Evan says, his pupils are blown wide and fuck if Tommy doesnt need that shower stat.

"Yeah. I'll be waiting," he says and he doesn't even care if he sounds like a fucking teenager again because this boy has got a hold on him.

Evan takes two tries to open the door because he wont drag his eyes away from Tommy, which is adorable.

"Bye Tommy," Evan says as he gets out and lingers by the door.

"See you later kid," he says, watching Evan turn around and walk off. And if Tommy stares through his rearview mirror for way longer than normal no one has to know.

[stevie-petey]

Hi! I know it's pretty late to be asking this but I got a random blurb idea at three in the morning so I thought I'd send it in before I forgot it. It's for season one, episode 5/6.

After Steve finds Jonathan and Nancy in her bed and tells bug she deserves better he drives off with Tommy and Carol. Basically his POV that whole car ride. He's grieving, in disbelief and heartbreak. He's angry and sad, not only for himself but for bug. Tommy and Carol are only riling him up at this point. Remember how Tommy or Carol said something like " wow Steve you're right she really is pathetic to still stay with him" maybe we see the convo where that came from. I feel like he was excited to be around who he thought were Nancy's friends outside of barb, and it all came crashing down.

Again this is really random and super late but I was just thinking about season one Steve and this scenario popped into my head. For being such a little shit Steve really is handsome.

i loooove this idea omg yes ! n never apologize for sending blurbs i love doin em

enjoy <3

"did henderson really defend that creep?" carol practically throws herself over the drivers seat in disbelief of what steve has just said.

"she did." steve tightens his hands around the steering wheel. his mind is reeling. hes hurt, hes so fucking hurt, and hes angry. for you, for what nancy has done to him, for what jonathan has done to you. for years youve been his little pet, always doting on the boy, and he still has the fucking nerve to hurt you like this. "shes pathetic."

the words burn steves tongue. he regrets them immediately.

tommy snorts. "i mean, yeah. shes hot, but at least have some self respect, ya know?"

the boys words only cause steve to tighten his grip on the steering wheel harder. youre not pathetic; youre selfless. youre so fucking selfless and always see the good in people. it infuriates steve. youre everything and more, and hes seen people abuse this rare kindness for years. make fun of you for it, mock you as if the kindness you bring isnt a breath of fresh air for everyone.

he hears a yelp next to him and steve knows that carol has slapped tommy for calling another girl hot in front of her.

"i just dont get it," steve sighs out. theres so much he wants to ask, to say and plead and demand. he cant get the betrayal in your eyes out of his head. youd looked devasted when hed told you what he saw at nancys. how jonathan had been wrapped around her.

and yet even as the hurt crossed upon your face, you still managed to swallow down the hurt and see the good in people.

in the people who didnt fucking deserve it.

"fuck if i know, man." tommy rubs at his arm and glares at carol.

she simply rolls her eyes at him and goes back to picking at her nails. "why do we assume she even knows how to do anything other than put on that angelic act bullshit?"

"what, like she doesnt know how to be mean?" tommy asks, furrowing his brows.

steve stares straight ahead. "all shes ever been is kind."

"exactly," carol throws herself against the drivers seat again. "whos to say its real? not some creepy act? better yet: how do we know shes not, like, fucked up in the head?"

youre not. steve has seen your intelligence. youre the top of your class and hes had to shamefully ask you for help with english homework.

tommy frowns again. "wait, i thought she was smart."

"god, youre dumb." carol shakes her head. "what i mean is, what if she physically incapable of being mean. like, some chemical imbalance in her brain."

"could explain her freakish devotion to byers." tommy says.

steves grip tightens once more hearing the boys name. jonathan byers. resident creep who somehow has captured the heart of hawkins sweetheart. the same boy who has now cheated on her with steves girlfriend.

he will never understand this.

nancy has hurt him, shes abandoned him like everyone else has, and he knows that somehow its his fault.

but you? you dont deserve any of this.

what carol has said makes sense. maybe you really dont know how to be mean. if youre physically incapable of it, then steve decides that he has to do something about it.

if you need to be mean, then he'll be mean for you.

[camryntheking]

Ok so. I haven’t posted in a few days. But i am back on my Bi!Buck bullshit (which is valid and no one can tell me otherwise).

I have finished season two since my last post and started season three (I know the main points of the tsunami, but im rewatching the whole show dammit).

I would like to retract my statement saying that Tommy was a dick. While there were some things he did that i wasnt a big fan of, i understand the environment he was in and how it could affect how he acted. He actually seems like a really sweet character! I did watch what is out of season seven already just so i could get more context and i was too quick to judge him :(

I am so excited for where the show is going! And Buddie is my endgame, but i honestly wouldnt be mad if it doesnt happen as long as Buck and Eddie stay in each other’s lives, either as platonic or romantic soulmates (they are soulmates, no one can convince me otherwise). The fact that we have a queer character (who Oliver stated is bi!) that is figuring out a part of his identity later in his life is so important! Because it does happen! And i have so many other happy thoughts related to this but i am already rambling LMAO

As a last point, i wanted to talk about Eddie. I could see him being demisexual. I dont think he is gay like a lot of people headcannon (which is valid! No shame for headcannons!). Because to me, he genuinely loved Shannon. And people could argue the (valid) point that he thought he had to (similar to Athena and Michael). I just feel like Eddie needs to have a strong bond going into a relationship and he hasnt placed that yet. I very well could be misreading it tho.

Anyways, i love my gay firefighter show (Hen and Karen also deserve the world ❤️). I would love if Tommy was a recurring character and i swear abc better keep my two boys close, even if its not romantic.

(Feel free to discuss!)

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Okay okay I know we talk about sal and tommy as a kiss dont tell type fling but what if it was more intimate

They have a bad shift and Tommy gets trapped in his own head and just. Shuts down. Doesnt talk, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t smile and everyone notices especially Sal.

Sal manages to get him away from everyone maybe in the showers, maybe in the empty captains office where no one but Sal usually goes because for christs sake someone has to do the paperwork around here and it might as well be him. Maybe it starts with a gentle talk Sal trying to get Tommy to let his so carefully built walls down. But Tommy needs touch. Hell he CRAVES touch. And what better way to take down a wall than brick by brick. Whether it be a few kisses or hurried handjobs or a slow fuck on the desk/underneath a shower head that hides tears too well, Sal gives tommy what he needs. Something to get out of his mind, someone to cling on to. Sal can be an asshole absolutely but he can care too. And Tommy will probably never know but he crawled into Sals heart and made a home there that aches a lot like heart ache when hes not around.

So when they go back upstairs and Chimney cracks a joke and for the first time that day Tommy smiles and Hen smiles because she knows. Maybe not everything but she sees what others don’t. Especially what tries to hide. And Sal breathes a sigh of relief. His team is okay. Tommy is okay. And hes okay.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sir Pentious fluff alphabet Q-Z + bonus prompt

I love finding new jack stauber songs its like finding a little secret. Same with tally hall songs. Always nice to find good songs, esp since music is such a huge part of my daily life.. love finding a bunch of will wood songs too, aikido and Willard make me feel things

QUESTION

He asks a lot for reassurance. Hes a little insecure.. sometimes his eccentric personality can irritate or drive others away so I hope you can give him some confidence and security when you two get together... oh and also get ready for him asking for a lot of your input on his machines, from functions to aesthetics

RISK

Unless you've been taken away by someone else, hes going to try to get you back even if it means the end of him. Hes going to be bringing out the big guns just to make sure you're returned safely. As pathetic as he can be in battle, hes not totally incompetent.. though it's hard to say how successful he would he when hes not totally level headed..

SHH

Hes bad at keeping secrets, if he doesnt end up spilling to you his secrets are going to get out through his egg boiz. A lot of the stuff he hides tends to be innocent and light hearted, like a crush or a surprise.. I doubt hes ever let in on any big secret plans given that he has a history of... failing... besides he doesnt like hiding things from you if it concerns the two of you or your safety

UPSET

TUNES

Something stupid - Frank Sinatra

I'll never smile again - Tommy Dorsey

Another believer - Rufus Wainwright

Hello hello - Elton John

When you're upset he let's you tell him exactly what he needs to do in order to make you feel better. Need time alone, hes gonna leave you alone. Need cuddles? Hes already wrapping himself around you. Need a distraction? Hes rattling off immediately. When hes upset he let's his frustrations seep out before seeing you out, slumping against you in an attempt to initiate a cuddling session. He mumbles into your back

VALENTINES

WARRIOR

Already did it!

Hes not willing to take many risks with you, he would never.. EVER.. forgive himself if you got hurt in a crossfire for him. Even if he didnt ask for your help hes going to let that guilt eat him alive. Hes going to be thinking about everything while patching you up. He doesnt think your helpless, he just doesnt want you to fight his battles for him.. even if he is a little touched that you would fight for him

XRAY

He gets better at reading you over time, he does struggle a little in the beginning.. he does try to match tohr energy, though if you're excited he might overplay it. He promises hes not trying to make fun of you, he just wants to be as hyped as you are!

YEARN

He does not handle separation all that well. If you need to go out for a day or two, he can handle himself.. it's when its longer than that, that's when issues start. He busies himself with his machines and drawing up ideas. He visits the hotels bar more frequently and whines to a rather annoyed Husk..

ZZZ

Hes a little cold, so it's going to take some time getting used to sleeping in bed with him. He also sometimes tosses and turns but it's nothingttoo crazy.. sometimes he likes wrapping his tail around you in his sleep to bring you closer to him.. probably gently snores in his sleep..sleeps like a rock

♡

He can be a little shy when it comes to PDA.. Hes modest, for lack of better wording! Hes still going to hold your hand, but it's a safe bet to say that hes not going to do much more than that... maybe a cheek kiss here and there as a little treat, but other than that he enjoys being private.. pet names, though, tend to replace your name so long as you're around

[loversj0y]

stoner wilbur

you decide to start being more outgoing, though after a party doesnt go perfectly to plan, a classmate is there to help you out a bit

wilbur soot x reader

this is lil gift for @lyssys

tw for smoking, marijuana, and mentions of being overwhelmed. also slight suggestive material

word count: 2.1k

pls do not smoke unless u are of legal age and live in a place where it is legal for you to <3

You weren’t one to usually go to house parties. They were gross, full of way too many people, and entirely overwhelming. However, you made an exception this time because you decided, with the new year and the new semester starting, that you wanted to get out more. Your number of friends were quickly dwindling down, so your resolution was to do better: start saying yes instead of no (as long as you were comfortable and safe). You felt more comfortable and safe going to this party than most of the ones you’d heard about recently. It was being thrown by some first-year undergrads, so unlike some cheap frat party, you actually had a bit of hope. You were older than most of the people at the party, but there were of few of your classmates there, so you didn’t feel entirely out of place. The party’s hosts were loud, and when you’d seen them at first, you geniunely thought that they were some year twelves who’d snuck in. However, you quickly realized that these were, in fact, the people throwing the party, considering how one of them, Tommy, had run up to you and handed you a bottle of beer, calling it “compliments of the host” as if he was some Gatsby-ian party thrower and not an 18 year old trying to leave a good impression on the older students. The beer was cheap, but not horrible, you’d certainly had worse, but it was when you finished drink two – a cup of their finest jungle juice, Tommy noted – that you started to feel just how overwhelming the whole environment was. You could feel the bass in the music through your skull, and you found a way to escape the bright LEDs by slipping through the door to the back yard. 

You took a deep breath, pleased by the much calmer atmosphere of the backyard. There were Edison bulb string lights hung up around the backyard, giving it a nice glow, as well as a small table with a few seats. There were a few people, but they seemed to corral themselves towards the left side of the fence. It was such a stark contrast to the inside, and you felt chilled by the outside air, though it was more likely the lack of people accounting for the temperature change. As you took a deep breath, wanting to steady yourself, you heard a voice from behind you.

“Y/N?” 

You turned quickly. It was one of your classmates, you knew that, but you struggled to place him for a moment. He was leaning against the wall cooly, one hand fiddling with a small metal container. He was tall, with soft brown curls that fell in front of his face. It hit you after a moment. 

“Wilbur, right? From sound editing?”

He nodded, his face seemingly lighting up when you remembered him. You walked over, hands in your pockets, standing at a slight distance. 

“What are you doing here? Not to sound rude, but you’re the last person I expected to see in a place like this.”

“I could ask you the same,” he chuckled softly, “but Tommy is my… not brother, but he may as well be. We grew up together. He invited me, and I didn’t want to say no.”

You nodded softly. “That makes sense. He’s quite a loud one. Never would’ve expected the two of you to be close.”

“Trust me, I question it every day.” He smiled, and you don’t know how you never noticed just how nice of a smile he had. “What about you?”

“Hm?” You had to bring yourself back to the conversation, a bit distracted by him, “Oh. I’ve been trying to say yes to more things. Be more outgoing and stuff. Really make the most of the whole ‘University Experience.’” You joked lightly. 

“Oh, yeah? How’s that been working out for you?”

“Well… this is my first time actually doing anything different, so it’s only up from here, I suppose.”

He nodded, smiling a bit, “What are you doing out here then? Not exactly being outgoing if you’re standing out here alone.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m alone,” you smiled up at him, the alcohol in your system making you a tad bit more bold than normal. Then you sighed lightly, answering his question, “I got a bit overwhelmed. As you noticed, this isn’t exactly my environment.”

“Ahh,” he nodded, making a noise of understanding. “I know what you mean. I got the same feeling, actually. Hence why I’m out here,” He brought a hand up, adjusting the beanie on his head. He lifted the metal container in his hand, “to calm down.”

You gave the container a better look now in the light, recognizing it as a cigarette tray. “Cigarettes? I didn’t think you’d be the type”

“Not cigarettes,” he chuckled lightly. He opened it up, pulling out a joint. Oh. “Do you smoke?”

You shook your head, “Uh, not really, I’ve done it a few times, but I-”

“Sorry, let me rephrase. Do you want to smoke?”

You looked up at him. This boy, who had no business being this cute and who you shared one class with, was offering for you to get high with him. You thought back to your oath of saying yes more often. Well, he didn’t make you uncomfortable, and you were in a pretty safe place anyways, so… “Yeah.”

He grinned softly, putting the joint up to his lips, and somehow, that alone put a blush on your cheeks. He had no damn right to look this good while smoking. He pulled out a zippo, flicking it open with ease and lighting the joint, taking a long drag. He made it look so incredibly sensual and easy. He pulled the joint from his lips, handing it over. You took it and held it to your lips. You did not make it look as easy, taking a quick hit and holding it, trying to look cool, but coughing quickly after. 

He just smiled, no sense of judgement at all, “You’ll get used to it. Let’s go sit down?”

You nodded, and the two of you walked to the old metal table, sitting in the chairs next to each other. He took the joint from you, and you started a good rotation of for every two hits he took, you took one. You started to feel a nice warm feeling throughout your body, a slight buzz washing over you that truly did help relax you after the stress of inside.

As he passed the joint to you, he spoke up, “So, what make you want to start saying yes to stuff?”

You blew out a slow stream of smoke, shrugging, “I got lonely, I guess. I don’t hang out with many people, so I figured that doing more things would help.” You tilted your head back, looking up at the night sky.

“Has it been helping so far?”

You leaned your head back up, looking over at him with a smile, “I think it’s starting to go well.” You put the joint to your lips, going to take a hit before noticing it was out. You pouted a bit, looking up at him, “it went out.” 

He nodded, grabbing his lighter. You put the joint back to your mouth as he flicked open his lighter, holding the flame to the end of the joint until it glowed a soft amber, and you took a slow, deep inhale. You passed the joint back to him, exhaling. He looked at you quietly, looking down at the joint for a moment before looking back at you.

“Do you know what shotgunning is?”

You looked up at him, shaking your head. 

“Do you want to try it? It’s not anything bad, I promise.”

You nodded, sitting up a bit. He turned to you. “So, I’m going to get kind of close to you, just relax, and breathe in. You’ll know when to, okay?”

“Okay.” You could feel your heartbeat pounding through you at the mention of him getting closer to you, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious. He pulled the joint up to his lips, taking a long inhale. He held his breath, gently grabbing your chin and getting closer. His lips were just centimeters away, the slightest slip and they’d be on yours. He started slowly blowing the smoke out, and it took you a moment to process that this was when you were supposed to breathe in. You closed your eyes, breathing in slowly. You only opened your eyes when you realized he’d already moved back, and you slowly breathed out, feeling weak in the knees. 

“So? What did you think?”

“That was,” any sense of a filter you had went out the door the second the joint had touched your lips, “hot.” You immediately flushed, holding your hand over your mouth and starting to laugh, “Fuck, ‘m sorry.”

He started laughing as well, and if you’d looked, you would’ve seen a matching blush on his cheeks. “It’s okay. You’re not wrong.”

Your heartbeat a bit faster at that, but the grin never left your face. Your conversations flowed easily, until the entire joint had been smoked to just a roach. He tucked it back into his cigarette holder, pocketing it once again before turning back to you. You two spoke about a lot of things, mostly life and whether or not the ants on the table could take over the world if they tried. You found it easier to talk than usual, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was the weed or Wilbur. Whichever it was didn’t matter, you were just so incredibly aware of the warm feeling in your chest. You were honestly a bit annoyed at yourself for never having a proper conversation with him in class before, although it wasn’t entirely on you, since that professor was a harsh one. The world felt a lot lighter, and you two spent what could’ve easily been hours or minutes talking. You knew that it was hours when Tommy came outside, walking over to you both.

“Wilbur,” he started, “are you staying here with me and Toby tonight? Just about everyone’s left by now.”

Wilbur shook his head, “probably not. I was planning on walking home.”

Tommy nodded, “thank God because I did not feel like fixing up the spare room.” He spared you a wave before turning back around, wishing us both a goodnight before walking back inside. 

You sighed, “Guess I should probably get back too.”

Wilbur looked back over at you, “Do you live far?”

You shrugged, “Not too far. Just about three streets over.’

He nodded, then stood, “I’ll walk you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” “Don’t worry about it. I want to.” He smiled. You nodded, standing carefully. You stumbled a bit, not quite used to moving after sitting and getting high, though the high was starting to fade now. He quickly moved a hand to your back, helping steady you. He kept his hand there the entire time you walked back to your small apartment, and it made butterflies flutter in your stomach. When you reached your front door, you turned to him with a soft smile. 

“Thanks for tonight. I had a much better time with you than had I stayed inside there.”

He chuckled softly, “You don’t have to thank me. I would’ve been the same way had you not been there.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, turning it to you, “if you don’t mind though, it would be nice to get your number. That way I could take you out on a date sometime, maybe, if you’d like?” He sounded incredibly unsure of himself, which made you laugh a bit.

“I would absolutely like that.” You took his phone, entering your contact in before handing it back to him. “I had a really great time tonight, Wilbur. Sleep well, and text me when you’re home, alright?”

He nodded quickly, and, without really thinking about it, you pulled him in for a tight hug. He hugged you back, a blush covering his face. 

“Have a good night,” he told you, and as you both pulled away, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

You blushed, and a wide grin covered your face, one that you couldn’t quite hide even if you tried, “goodnight, Wilbur.” You walked into your apartment, closing the door behind you and leaning against it. He sent you a text about ten minutes later letting you know he made it home and sending a message to reiterate the “goodnight” with a small text heart next to it that filled you with warmth. Maybe you could get used to this saying yes thing. 

[lillylvjy]

hello my beloved lils, i haveth a request for thee. okay hear me out on this one . so, yk the acting stream with jack, wilbur and tommy yeah? yeah that but you're there and wilbur keeps flirting with you every chance he gets and you aren't sure if he's doing it for a bit or if he actually means it and at the end when youre all about to go home you kinda pull him to the side and ask him like "what was up with that bit you kept pulling lmao" and he goes "what bit?" and you say "you kept flirting with me!" and he smiles at you and goes "oh, that wasn't a bit." ill let you come up with the rest runs away sosorry its so long and if it doesnt make sense dm me and ill try to explain it better ily mwah mwah

I love this so much mwah mwah ilym

Warnings// two sexual jokes, swearing!, teasing, flirting, it’s all fluff!, a little hint at jealous Wilbur…., tell me if I missed anything

Not edited and 4.8k words:-)

In other words ( until the end of time)

^^it’ll make sense

Wilbur, Jack, and Tommy all agreed to do the acting challenge stream they did a year ago, but in an actual film studio. You honestly don’t know how you got dragged into this, but all you know is being spammed by the trio and being asked to be in the stream. You obviously said yes. I mean, why would you say no! Three of your funniest friends wanted you to be in the stream!

Jack picked all three of you up and of course Tommy called passenger seat. So you and Wilbur were in the back. You don’t know what was up with him, but he kept brushing his hand against yours when it was on the seat. Kept sending you songs random songs throughout the car ride. Don’t get me wrong, you loved it. But it was just strange.

Once you got to the studio, all four of you got hooked up and ready to go. The production crew got the stream up and running as you asked Wilbur how you looked.

“Like an angel darling. Don’t worry about how you look, you always look good.” He said pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead.

Hmm. Again… what is he doing?

I mean, yes he’s done it before to you but not just in general. The last time he did it was almost a year ago when you found out your ex-boyfriend cheated on you and he was there to comfort you. But you can’t lie, you did enjoy it. Made you feel safe and loved.

“Ok camera on in 5,4,3,2,1! And we’re on!” A lady said.

“Good luck, darling.” Wilbur quickly whispered.

You smiled at him as Wilbur and Tommy both stared out into space like they were bored or something.

“Welcome to the stream! Everybody. Hello, we are in a film-“ Jack started but got distracted by Tommy’s facial expression.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You asked both boys. Wilbur sent you a glare and kicked your leg. “Ow! you bitch.” You said back to him as you flicked his forehead. You knew he was in pain by the way his face faltered for a moment but he quickly went back to a stoic facial expression.

“We’re in a film studio. As you can see around me, there are lights-“ Tommy and Wilbur looked around the room like they’d been in a horror movie. You just stayed standing, your arms crossed as you waited for Jack to be done with the intro.

“Cameras that you can’t see-“

“I‘ve been staring at the edge of the water-“

“Oh looks a shark!” Tommy exclaims, bringing up his mic that’s connected to his shirt to his mouth and starts making shark sounds.

“Jesus Christ, can we get this on with please. Chat I was forced to come here!” You yelled at the camera.

“No! You came at your free will!” Jack argued. You just stuck your tongue out at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder.

“If you can’t tell-“ Jack started, but Wilbur cut him off.

“For the improve bit, we weren’t improving. You just started-“

“What the hell do you mean improve?!” You exclaimed at Wilbur.

“Did you guys plan a bit?” Jack asked.

“Yeah but like, he just kind of did it….” Wilbur said. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, silently telling him to go on with what they were going to do, but Jack beat him to it.

“Guys! We’re in a green!”

“Guys! We are in the forest!” Tommy exaggerates.

“We’re in the big green and what we’re going to be doing is, a year ago, Wilbur did a stream, uh, we’re we came up with improve scenarios and acted them out, uh, and that was it! We just sat in a big discord call because it was Covid and I thought what if we did that but in a green screen studio with costumes and props and another lovely person because that would be better. Everyone give it up for Y/n!” Jack said as everyone started clapping for you.

You looked into the camera with a straight face. “Help me. Please. I need help.” You said as Wilbur put you in a head lock. Tommy and Jack started laughing as you fell against Wilbur. Wilbur quickly picked you up and held you from behind.

“So you won’t fall this type love.” He said. He knew you were faking it, but it still felt nice to hold you like this. To be this close to you and to be near you.

Wilbur’s thoughts got interrupted as Jack continued. “So essentially, I did his idea but better.” Jack concluded as Wilbur started to do that weird dance he does. He stands back up and acts like nothing happened.

“So! How’s life in the green? Very good, uh, it’s, it’s almost unsettlingly one color uh and I can’t wear green clothes, which is my favorite color of clothes.”

“That’s just not true.” Wilbur concluded.

“You don’t know that!” Jack got defensive

“That’s not true.”

“How do you know?” Jack challenged

“How much of your merch was green? You’re telling me you didn’t use your favorite color for merch?” Wilbur said back.

“Yeah. Two of the, two of the items were green. no other item was, no other color-“ Jack got cut off as Tommy made noises in his ear and as Wilbur leaned in and grabbed his cheek, as if he were going to kiss him. Damn do you wish that was you… anyways!

“That was not improvised! Actually is was but it was uncomfortable.” Jack said as Wilbur laughed.

“No, I’d only fully commit if it was Y/n.” Wilbur confessed as he sent you a wink. Your eyes widened and you covered your face from being shown. You knew your were red from the heat radiating off of your skin.

When you looked up, Wilbur cooed at you as chat pointed it out.

“Aww look at the little baby!” Wilbur said as patted your head. You sent a flat his way and punched his forearm.

“So!” Tommy started but didn’t know what else to say.

“So what are we doing jack?”

“Yeah. What are we doing?” You asked, genuinely not knowing what you were supposed to to.

“You big dominant man! Tell us what to do.” Tommy finished.

“He keeps saying this! He keeps saying you’re so dominant and we’re, we’re not.”

“Breed-able.” Wilbur finishes for jack.

“Speak for yourselves. I’m more dominant than any of you bitches. That’s just a fact.” You said. Tommy looked at you, mortified. Wilbur had a stupid smirk on his face and Jack was confused.

“Hm. Would you like to show me darling?” Wilbur asked. Again. You got flustered and punched his shoulder.

“Absolutely not!” You yelled at him. Your voice muffled from your hands covering your face. Wilbur just stood there laughing at you.

After chat made fun of Jack’s height. And Wilbur and Tommy getting distracted. You guys finally started the improvising.

The first scenario you and Wilbur were cows. As Tommy and Jack improvised you and Wilbur kept crawling around everywhere. As you passed him by, Wilbur bumped your hip and made you fall over.

“Asshole.” You whispered at him as you kicked his leg. He laughed and just kept crawling as you stayed there.

“Honk! Do the classic honk special! Throw him off!” Tommy said to Wilbur as he fell down on top of you.

“Oof!” You said, as Wilbur exchanged all his weight onto you.

He rolled off of you and faced you. “Look at that love. I fell for you. Hard you could even say.” Wilbur teased. You rolled your eyes and looked up at Jack who was pointing the gun at you both.

“But not this cow, this is my prized cow!” Tommy said pointing at Wilbur’s.

“Ok, what the fuck about me you bitch!” You said at Tommy as you and Wilbur started to crawl again.

“Ahh! It’s talking!” Tommy exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and continued crawling.

Jack went over to Wilbur and pointed his gun at him.

“Any last words?” Jacks asked.

Wilbur slowly stood up and grabbed the gun and walked towards the camera.

“Beef is one of the most inefficient meats you can eat. Hundreds of acres of land are used for the production of beef stock. Milk, every kind. Go Vegan today to save Honk.” Wilbur concluded his heartfelt speech.

You scoffed. “Yeah. And you just had a burger before we came here, so what does that make you?” You challenged Wilbur as they all started laughing.

“Y/n is after you today.” Jack said to Wilbur.

“If you love being vegan as much as I love falafel….” Tommy said but never finished. Everyone started laughing at that comment and agreed to go to the next scenario.

You guys did a couple more scenarios, until something more chaotic appeared.

The sims scenario.

Tommy and Wilbur started as sims and you and Jack were the players. You controlling Wilbur, Jack controlling a Tommy.

You and Jack ran to get chairs and sat them next to each other.

“Wilbur, you need to shit. Like right now.” You said to Wilbur as he turned to go to the bathroom. “Actually cancel that! I need the relationship status on you two to go up.” You said as you watched Wilbur and Tommy act like fools.

“Go play tennis together.” Jack insisted.

Wilbur and Tommy stomped around the small space as they “made their way” to the tennis court.

You and Jack looked at each other and started laughing as they started to play the tennis game.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You whispered to Jack.

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m enjoying it for sure!” He laughed back.

“Wilbur, you have to shit now. Go.” You said as Wilbur walked to the bathroom.

“Tommy go cook Mac and cheese.” Jack said.

Tommy started to sing a tune as he “made” Mac and cheese. Wilbur kept walking and ran into you. He kept running into your knees until you grabbed his waist, turned him around and and pushed him back over to Tommy.

“Wilbur, no. Cancel that and wash your hands.” You said as he was about to go to the bathroom again.

“Now save some of that for Wilbur.” Jack said as Tommy gagged up some of the Mac and cheese.

“Ok what the fuck!” You yelled as you grimaced.

“Wilbur go eat some Mac! You’re hungry.” You told Wilbur.

Wilbur walked over and looked like he had no clue where to go. He eventually waved his arm around in a greeting manor as you and Jack absolutely lost it.

“Wilbur. No. Cancel that! Stop going to the bathroom!” You yelled at him. “Walk into the living room.” You concluded.

“Tommy. Go use the oven.” Jack demanded.

Wilbur crouched down and ate his Mac and cheese, as Tommy used the oven very poorly.

“Wilbur go pick up the cat. Go play with you.” You told Wilbur. He turned to you and walked over to you. You looked at him, confused as to why he was coming over to you, until he picked you up bridle style. You squeaked and wrapped your hands tightly around his neck as you both looked at each other. You both held eye contact as you stared into each others eyes. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read. Longing? Security? Desperation? You didn’t know, but all you knew was that you didn’t want this moment to end at all. You loved his eyes and how you could get lost in them at any moment.

Your thoughts soon got interrupted as Tommy started petting your head. You looked over at Tommy and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Aww” Tommy cooed as Wilbur gently put you back down in your seat and walked over to the bathroom again.

“No Wil! Cancel.” You told him.

“Play a practical joke on Tom, Wilbur.” You instructed Wil.

Wilbur crept up behind Tommy and pretended to scare him.

“Booooo! That sucked!” You yelled at Wilbur attempted at scaring Tommy.

As Wilbur was going to the bathroom, Jack instructed Tommy to go speak to him.

“Tommy insult his girlfriend.” Jack told Tommy.

Tommy did some motions and pointed at you, which made you a little confused.

“You fucking what?” Wilbur suddenly got serious. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said… I called her out on the street,” Tommy started, but soon got pushed back by Wilbur.

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” Wilbur said, in a hushed, serious tone.

“I said she was hot!” Tommy said to Wilbur. You don’t know if anyone else caught it, but you saw a slight change in Wilbur eyes. Something like jealousy? Rage? You couldn’t tell exactly, but it surprised you. Was he actually mad at Tommy for calling you hot? What is going on?

“Look up there.” Wilbur pointed. Tommy looked up as Wilbur “slapped” him.

“Wilbur go to the bathroom.” You pointed.

“Tommy go take a shower” Jack instructed Tommy.

Tommy went into the bathroom as Wilbur quickly came out.

“Wilbur sit down on the coach.” You told Wilbur. Once he was in front of you, you rubbed his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “What was that over there? Were you actually mad?” You asked him. He ignored you and continued looking forward.

“Tommy the showers made you feel flirty.” Jack demanded.

Wait, hold on. I’m done.“ Wilbur said while laughing.

Tommy put his arm around you and wiggles his eyebrows as you looked up at him and laughed.

“At this point we swap.” Wilbur told you and Jack as Wilbur picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Wilbur. Put me down, you’re gonna drop me!” You screamed at him, grilling his waist tightly.

“You think that lowly of me darling? I wouldn’t drop you in a million years.” He set you down on the floor and cupped your face, out of the cameras view. “I mean that. In every way possible.” Wilbur said to you as he rubbed your cheek bones.

“I’ll be in charge of Jack!” Tommy yelled, and yet again, interrupted the scene.

You couldn’t remember anything after that. All you could think about was Wilbur’s words and his eyes.

After everything was packed up and stream ended. You couldn’t get his words out of your head.

“I mean that. In every way possible.”

What does he mean by that?

He surely doesn’t like me, right? He can’t like me. The last time I checked he was swooning over someone else.

“Hey would you guys want to get something to eat while we’re out?” Jack asked, taking you away from your very loud thoughts.

“Yeah why not!” You said in return.

As everyone began to leave, you quickly grabbed Wilbur and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, what you said early, that was a bit right?” You asked him.

“A bit?”

“Yeah. All that flirting and shit. You were just joking correct?” You asked a little more firmly now.

“Um, no I wasn’t.” Wilbur concluded as he frowned at you.

“What?” You asked to no one in particular.

“Love, everything I’ve said, is true. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember and I’m finally at my breaking point. I can’t hold back my feelings any longer or pretend that I don’t feel something for you every time I see you laugh and smile. I could go on a whole rant about how much I love every part of you, inside and out, but no words could ever suffice my feelings for you. Y/n, I love you. With everything in me. And you don’t have to respond now or at all if you don’t even feel the same. I would understand completely. But I just wanted you to know, that I will always love you. No matter what you chose or feel.” Wilbur concluded.

You looked into his eyes, tears threatening to fall out as you looked up at the man you’ve loved for, jesus, forever! You couldn’t speak or do anything. The only think you could think to do is kiss him. So that’s what you did.

You grabbed Wilbur by the back of his neck and pulled his lips down onto yours. The kiss was slow, yet full of desperation and love.

Wilbur pulled you in closer to him by the hips as he deepened the kiss, still not fully believing that you were kissing him.

His crush was kissing him!

“Ah!” Wilbur and you both pulled apart and knocked out of your thoughts, as you both looked over and saw Tommy looking at you with a mortified look and Jack was looking at you both with a smirk on his face. “Why is it always meeeeeeee! I need therapy now! Tommy complained as he walked out of the studio to the car.

Jack walked over and oat Wilbur’s shoulder. “After 5 months, you finally got the balls to do it. I’m proud of ya’” Jack said in a joking tone as you winked at you both and left to go see how Tommy was doing.

“What’s does he mean by ‘after 5 months’?” You ask Wilbur, confused with the sudden timeline change.

“Wait? You didn’t realize?!” Wilbur stopped you.

“Realize what?” You exclaimed back at him, even more confused.

“For the last 5 months I’ve been flirting and giving hints to you that I liked you. I thought they were obvious but clearly you are oblivious and didn’t catch them!” Wilbur said as he started walking again.

“Hey! I’m not that oblivious. Only when it comes to flirting. I suck at it.” You said.

“Yeah you do.” Wilbur agreed as you slapped his shoulder.

“You aren’t supposed to agree dumbass!”

“What?! you are!” He exclaimed.

You grabbed his hand and linked it with yours. “Well maybe you have to teach me?” You said, looking up at him.

“Gladly darling. My place after dinner?” Wilbur asked, a smirk on his face as you walked to the car.

“Oh absolutely.” You looked up at Will as you both stopped in front of the car. You went on your tip toes and pulled Wilbur into another kiss.

“Ok, nope. Not here and definitely not now! I just got over my trauma!” Tommy exclaimed. Wilbur scoffed at him as he hit the back of the younger boys head.

Jack came over to the two of you after Tommy got in the car. “He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s happy for you both. He was rooting for you since the day Wilbur told him he fancied you. Stubborn child that one is.” Jack concluded getting into his side of the car.

“Ok, once we get to your apartment we are cuddling and watching movies. No getting out of it.” You told Wilbur as you walked to your side of the car.

“I couldn’t try to even if I wanted to love.” He told you before getting in.

You truly did love him with all your heart. Or as Arctic Monkeys say:

“In other words, until the end of time”

taglist: @deadphantomsociety

[enderwoah]

jimmy solidarity is so intrinsically mind-meltingly confusing i love him dearly and i want to squish him with a passion and i want him to win (or lose) the next life series installment and here is why

(this is a very long insanity fuelled rant sorry but if you too are obsessed with jimmy solidarity and the concept of him actually not being pathetic and possibly winning heres the post for you)

jimmy solidarity is the kind of guy that literally has one gimmick and its being the most pathetic person on every server he has the pleasure of being on. he is the wet cat of a man that gets bullied and taken advantage of and nobody listens to him when he complains or objects to anything and yet not once has he truly gotten angry about it because hes just that nice of a guy. sort of.

cause i dont know about yall, but jimmy solidarity is kind of a bastard to me?? i will never forget him swindling joey out of 50% of his gunpowder profits (u think that wasnt swindling?? consider the following: he was earning NOTHING before joey started doing gunpowder on his own. NOTHING. and yet all he had to do was go over and put on his little sad pitiful pathetic song and dance and beg for a cut of joey's profits and suddenly: whats that? a net profit?) i will never forget the sheer amount of times this guy has had to hold himself back from straight up killing or aattacking someone; not because of morals or kindness or goodwill, but out of spite. but out of "i need to be better than this person it hurts them more if i dont kill them in cold blood (in my head)." i will never forget the amount of times he has just straight up punched someone in the nose (/rp) because they were being mildly annoying in the middle of a conversation.

im not saying hes a mastermind thats manipulating everyone by acting lame but also just a little bit?? minus the manipulation part?? hes proven on multiple occassions that he isnt like stupid idiot baby man. like yeah he can be a little incompetent sometimes but so can scar and by now we have ALL recognised that scar is terrifying and could raze the server by himself if he so pleased. i think if jimmy solidarity's main bit wasnt 'its funny when my friends bully me' he could genuinely cause some serious damage. i think the one time hes like ever made a trap on his own in the life series (the one in his doorway in last life) it worked flawlessly which. like. a trap. in the life series. working flawlessly. hello. sure it was basic but the fact that it worked without a hitch should alone be a testament to his ability

and if thats too obscure for u i mean we can step out of the life series for a little bit and just direct you to the fact that he isnt bad at minecraft like at all?? if u havent had the pleasure of watching his dodgebolt 1v3 i really reccomend it because youd THINK that someone bad at minecraft would be trembling in his boots and being in a total panic in that situation. hell even someone AMAZING at minecraft in that position (grian) literally sounded on the verge of throwing up for his entire time and thats FAIR. thats NORMAL.

all i am saying is that jimmy solidarity rolled up to this 1v3, said 'ive got this,' and took out two people in literally a second and a half. and then just chill-ly said 'ive got this' again. the only time he sounded mildly panicked was when tommy was making him dodge for a ridiculously long amount of time. as soon as tommy missed twice- or, rather, as soon as he dodged tommy's bolts twice, mine brother in craft took one shot after like five seconds and it was over. every SINGLE time i decide to watch a jimmy mcc pov im sitting there like. 'damn. DAMN?? JIMMY SOLIDARITY???? POPPING OFF???????" at like more than one point every single time. there are so many other places that hes demonstrated that he isnt bad at minecraft but its late/early and my memory doesnt work like it used to

which brings me back to the life series. since we all know that his 'being bullied hahaheeheehoohoo' bit is a bit (and hey. its a good bit. im not saying its a bad bit. i think its funny and i think it gets even funnier when jim starts fighting back. if youre gonna have a long-lasting gimmick thats a good one and jimmy does a swell job at making it entertaining and also making it clear that it isnt serious) this means that he can un-bit it for a bit. or at least peel away the bit a little.

im just saying jimmy solidarity has huge bastard energy and hes allowed to let it free in the life series!! he will burn things down he will cheer at traps he will fight for his friends he wil fight tooth and nail and claw for his life (he started last life with two lives. he never got any more. he only died due to a trap and due to murder like COME ON). if he wanted to burn down a base he could if he wanted to set up a huge trap PERSONALLY i think he could hell i think if he went up to someone in 1v1 combat he would at least have a chance (depending on the person of course). i mean look at his dodgebolt performance all the man needs is a bow and some distance and hes APPARENTLY set for life!!

ill say it

if jimmy solidarity played it smart, he could win the life series. easily.

jimmy is good at making alliances with people (coughs and kicks the southlands betrayal underneath the rug Ignore That One he was Desperate he started off with two lives remember honestly it was a justified move) hes a litlte bit silly stupid and oft acts impulsively but he can direct that impulsivity against one person and for another. if he got himself in a squad like he did in 3rd and last life and stopped playing up the pathetic bit and set a trap for once in his life (/endeared) he could actually get himself some kills. some Real kills, not accidentally blowing up ren and skizz with tnt.

i dont even care how he does it. i just want him to win. and if he doesnt win, i want him to come top five at LEAST before getting horrifically stabbed in the back by someone he had been running with for the whole series that is the ONLY loss i will accept and still be happy about. the man deserves a girlboss moment please we're approaching two years let the man LIVE