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[toxileaf]

The silly!!!!

(just things I've found in my gif feature)

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[toxileaf]

"forever, if we could ♡"

"W1TCH3S BR3W, CH1P5, BATT3R13S..."

(600 words cross-posted to Ao3 || Griefer/Reader)

Quietly murmuring, Griefer takes a once over of the items in his basket, making sure everything they need is there.

Meanwhile, you're standing nearby, giving the drinks fridge a concentrated look, likely trying to choose what drink to buy. Your brows furrow in focus, the expression on your face is serious, like choosing between cherry-flavor cola or root beer is the most important decision of your life.

Walking up to you with an amused grin, he hooks his other arm around your shoulder and pulls you into him, right before pressing a cold can onto your neck.

"Eek-?!", you immediately jolt under his hold, the sudden cold & wet metal startling you.

"4H4H4H4H4!! Y0U FL1NCH3D!" His laugh is snarky, and the way his face scrunches up immediately softens any glare you were about to give him. You merely huff a complaint and continue your intense deliberation.

Griefer's laughter dies down, and he leans further onto you, head almost resting on top of yours.

"1 ALR3ADY GRABB3D S0M3 M0R3 W1TCH3S BR3W, JU5T P1CK S0M3TH1NG N3W F0R US T0 TRY."

He glances at the fridge, also appraising the variety of drinks before you two. After a few beats of silence, you finally decide.. To not get anything, and just check out.

"... 4LL TH4T TH1NK1NG F0R N0TH1NG? WH4T3V3R, SU1T Y0URS3LF, PUNK."

The two of you leave the store and start the trip to Griefer's, affectionately named, "Crib". You think it's a pretty dweeby way to say "home", but you think it's cute, so you don't call it out.

The walk from Turitopolis to the Sacred Hollow isn't short by any means, so the two of you opt to take Mayor Thaniyel's jeep instead, loading the goods at the back.

Once you finally make it to your destination, jeep haphazardly parked to the side (no one in the Rugged Forest would mess with THE Griefer's things, anyway), Griefer takes the bags onto one hand and pulls you by the arm with his other, up the tree and to his Crib.

Entering inside, he makes short work of setting out the snacks for the gaming session. Taking a short glance over the place, you notice the significant decrease in soda cans and spills around the room. It's not any less haphazardly cluttered, but no longer a biohazard to be in, at least. It fills you with a bit of giddy joy to know that he anticipated your visit like this.

"4LL R1GHT PUNK!! G3T R3ADY T0 B3 PWN3D!!" Griefer beckons you over, patting the spot on the couch next to him. You don't waste any time, picking up the other controller and taking your seat right up against him.

The two of you get to work, cycling through the countless different games he had pirated onto his console. You lose a majority of these games, of course, you didn't spend quite as much time no-lifing these like Griefer did. But you still have a healthy amount of fun watching him show off his skill to you, your heart growing a little mushy when he pulls off some random trick to impress you.

In what feels like barely time at all, the sun falls and the moon rises high, your yawning becoming far more frequent, and you lean a bit closer into Griefer's side.

"HM? 0H- Y0U F33L T1RED BAB3?" He wraps his other arm around you, letting you fall onto his lap, and takes the controller from your hand and sets it aside. You nuzzle in, getting comfortable in your place.

He switches from the multiplayer games to put on a movie he had downloaded, busying his hands with running them through your hair and gently patting your shoulder. You quickly relax under him, falling in and out of sleep, extremely contented with your time spent in his company.

im more proud of this one than the other one but yknow why have one cake when you can haz two.

[toxileaf]

griefer has that gamer rizz

[Y0. C0M3 0V3R T0 MY CR1B. 1 G0T SNACK5.]

sent 30s ago

(1.1k words cross-posted to Ao3 || Griefer/Reader)

Looking up from your phone, you gaze back at the doorway in front of you, the entrance obscured with vines and leaves.

You've been here once before, for a vastly different reason than now. Now, you're stood in front of his "cribs" door not as an enemy, but as a friend. After a second of pause, you decide to make your presence known with a yell, seeing as there was no door.

"Griefer!" Shouting to the other side of the wall, you try not to sound too loud, lest you bother the Woodsmen. "I'm here!!"

A few thunks and bumps could be heard from beyond the vines, followed by fast the thumping of steps approaching the entrance right before Griefer pops out through the foliage.

"Y- Y0-!! 1- UH- D1DN'T 3XP3CT Y0U T0 B3 *THAT* QU1CK!1? I T3XT3D Y0U L1K3, 0N3 M1NUT3 AG0 DUD3...???????"

His clothes are messy, jacket haphazardly put on and belt halfway undone. Was he not ready when he sent the text?

"Of course I got here quickly, I've been here before!" I try to give him an easy smile, attempting to dissuade his tension. Maybe I should have waited a bit longer before fast-travelling here...

"?? THAT5 N0T WHAT 1 M3ANT?" He cocks an odd look at you.

"BUT W3LL- 1F Y0U W3R3 *THAT* 3XC1T3D T0 533 M3..." A wide smirk spreads across his face as he flushes and looks to the side in pride.

"H3H. 1'LL 5PAR3 Y0U TH3 3MBARRA5M3NT, PUNK." With the same signature smug swagger, he turns around and leads you into his place.

You take the time to give it a proper look, being unable to fully observe the place the last time you were here.

There's still the same likely-stolen card displays and posters on the wall riddled with grammar mistakes, but there's a rather noticeable decrease in the number of half-drunk or empty soda cans around the room.

It seems he pulled himself at least the slightest bit together after being cured from his Venomshank-induced affliction. It widens the smile on your face a little to know this.

"4LR1GHT, T4K3 A 53AT. Y0U W4NNA PLAY 50M3 BR1CKBATTL3 PARTY?" You look over to him to see him by a couch and TV set-up. It didn't seem new, by the look of the patches on the couch and fading stickers on the TV, but it definitely wasn't there before. He likely brought it up from his actual home.

Taking a careful seat on the couch, wary of any stains (which upon further inspection, the couch was surprisingly free of. maybe he just took it off some random person's doorstep..? the idea of GRIEFER having a stainless couch is impossible to you.), you take in the wide array of snacks on the coffee table. Including a good amount of The Special's... for some reason?

You remember giving a copy of the recipe to Mayor Thaniyel, just in case, but you didn't expect it to ACTUALLY be used.

...Did getting transformed back somehow make Griefer acquire a taste for onion rings and compost? Odd. So very odd. But upon looking over the other offerings laid out, any true discomfort is immediately dissuaded. You greatly appreciate the presence of a good pie.

Griefer hands you a controller, snapping you out of your thoughts. You take it, and he sits down right next to you, his own in hand. He's surprisingly close, actually. Maybe he just doesn't have many issues with personal space.

The two of you load up a party game and get to playing. He, of course, knows all the little tricks and gimmicks to get an edge over you in any competitive mini-games.

"L0L. G3T PWN3D N00B- 0H, H3Y, CH3CK TH15 TR1CK 0UT!" Griefer constantly showed off his skills to you, while you just smiled and nodded, asking after to show interest.

You didn't totally care about video games like that, but you liked seeing him happy. Everytime he showed you something he thought was cool, he had this adorable smile on his face... It made you happy as well. So you let him continue on.

Though there were no windows, you could see the time in the corner of the screen growing later whenever you hopped from game to game. But neither you nor him got much more tired, on account of the sugary snacks he supplied you two with since the afternoon.

Though, even though you could tell Griefer definitely wasn't getting more tired, you noticed *something* was bothering him. He would look away all awkward each time your eyes met, and fall into silence like he was thinking hard about something.

After a bit, it seemed like he finally mustered some courage, and he piped up with a stutter.

"..UH.. L- L00K..-!! 1 CAN D0 TH15 TR1CK W1TH 0N3 HAND!!!" Griefer keeps one hand on the controller, pulling off a "51CK 360 N0-SC0P3", while he swiftly slides his other arm around you, his hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in.

Being all the more closer to Griefer, you notice his skin flushing red, and could almost hear the pounding of his heart. It surely couldn't be the sound of your own, since it felt like it had stopped in your chest.

A heated silence passes, almost feeling like an eternity and a half, before he quietly speaks to you. The warmth of his breath hits the top of your ear, sending countless shivers down your back.

"UH.. Y- Y0U'R3 0KAY W1TH TH15, R1GHT..?" You finally notice your half of the split-screen is red, text saying you lost the round. It takes you a bit before you can gather yourself to give a response.

"Yeah-!! Totally! I- I like this!" You panic while responding, and you panic after responding. Why did you say it like *that*!?

While you're wrapped up in your own mortification, Griefer sets down his controller beside him, and moves in closer to you, both his arms now wrapped around your shoulders.

"TH3N.. L3T5 G0 FURTH3R, Y3AH?"

[HAHA FADE TO BLACK PUNKS im not writing smut jjst yet]

You slowly wake, trying to roll over in bed until you're stopped by something warm and sorta leafy pulling you in. Then you remember the bed you're in likely isn't yours at all, though you don't recall actually getting on the bed...

"Hngh... Griefer.." He greets you good morning by nuzzling his face into your hair, leaving kisses atop your head.

"Dude, gross... Your morning breath stinks.." You whine and try to turn away from him, right before he wraps his arms around you even tighter and his lips move down from the top of your head to your ear, giving it a small playful bite.

Writhing around even more, he has the audacity to laugh at your distress while you're captive in his arms.

"G00D M0RN1NG, BAB3..."

originally started writing this to write making out with griefer sloppy style but i lost the horny halfway thru so. another day it is. maybe i shall update with smut who knows but 4now this is all u guyz get. and i know ull eat it for u r starved,.,.!!! as am i. hence why i wrote this. lawlz.

[toxileaf]

hai 😁😁 will cross post fanfic here too. griefer my muse my love the apple of my eye my everything my definition of beauty my darling my sweetie my ookiebear my honey pie.

i like 1x too. cuz. green. but griefer blocktales fixation is now.

thank you @/doghearted-canine 4 my seperator btw