#<< is also a fuckin loser heart player

[ryomens-vixen]

Tomura's Blk Girlfriend

Cw: monster cock shiggy, daddy kink, degrading (slut,) praise (sweetheart, baby), spanking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, belly bulging, spit swallowing(reader), lowkey god complex shiggy, creampie

Word count: 2.4k 🎉🥳 Yippie you get a wc.

Authors notes: You can read this if you want to this was completely self Indulgence, good luck 💕 and reblogs are welcomed

You were the baddest bitch walking, hard to come by, hard to get with, and especially hard to please. Nobody would have guessed you'd have a loser boyfriend like Tomura Shigaraki. A loser boyfriend that does nothing but stream on twitch, drinks monster energy drinks, literally forgets to bathe unless it's with you, amazing dick game, hates going out but will do just about anything to please his goddess, his player 2, his Queen, the love of his life.

You were like a fantasy in front of him. Tomura didn't really understand fully how on earth he bagged you, even his homeboy Dabi hadn't a clue as to how it happened. One day Dabi and the gang decided to drag Tomura out of his shitty apartment, really it was Toga's idea of everyone hanging out at the mall. They even had an arcade so Tomura HAD to come with them and they didn't give him a choice at all.

It all started when they were hanging out at the arcade Tomura was trying to make up his mind as to what game he wanted to play first while Toga dragged Twice and Dabi around to different stores to look at “cute” stuff, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Big sis Magne had also split off to the food court leaving Tomura to himself where he just so happened to catch a glimpse of you struggling at a stupid claw machine. Those things were a big scam anyways , but you desperately wanted this cute ass hello kitty plushie for your collection and you just had to have it.

Just watching you fail time after time irked his nervous you either didn't know what the fuck you were doing or you just sucked ass at crane games, so he dug into his red trench coat for his wallet. This was your sixth time failing to get this damn plushie before tomura jumped in front of you with some money of his own.

“Hey! I was-”

“Oh Shut up and watch a pro at work.”

And you did exactly that, shut up. Watching him go for the same plushie you wanted. you were lost in thought for a moment thinking about if you couldn't get it, then what made him think he could. That was until she heard the machine's winner alarm go off bringing you back to reality.

“Do you want it or not lady?!” You had such a confused look on your face when you took it from him.

“How did you…”

“Pfft- Come on it was fuckin easy, you just suck at it.”

Looking past his rough, patchy looking skin he was actually fine as hell. But you really liked the look of his sharp piercing red eyes god he was so mean looking… and he had a bit of a mouth on him too. Meanwhile, When Tomura got a good look at you he was silently in awe from your glistening melanin skin, those kinky tight curls, the luscious curves of your body, yeah he was definitely checking you out, but thought to himself how you're way out of his league you'd never date someone like him, a loser.

“Aye... You- kinda cute, what's your name?”

“HUH!?” He was so stunned. A girl? Thinking he was cute? Attractive? Him!? You'd be the death of him. He nervously started scratching at the skin of his neck.

“You're joking right? Did Dabi set you up to this? I'll fuckin kill him-”

“No, no, wait who the fuck is Dabi? Actually, just chill babes I'm talkin to you?”

“I- hmph, why do you want to know my name?”

“Uh, so I can get to know my future boyfriend, but that's cool if your-”

“Tomura! Tomura Shigaraki and uh.. What's yours?”

Hm. Got em. “It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you want, baby.” God it was like you were seducing him with just your tone, and voice he couldn't stand, but he had to have you whether you were joking with him or not, you were his from the get go.

Damn his heart was pounding out of his chest just from these silly pet names you were already giving him.

Tomura looked around to see if there were cameras anywhere, maybe he was getting punk'd- god he hated that show. Or maybe you were actually dead serious and he just didn't believe it because the only thing he's ever touched was his dick and bottle of some shitty off brand lotion that he never uses.

“So can I get your number, Cutie?”

“My Number?! Cutie?! No really are you for real right now this isn't some joke?! ”

Fast forward you've been with your loser boyfriend for about five years and counting. He's been so good to you despite him coming off mean as hell all the time it was something you had gotten use to, but also slowly learned he means well that's just how Tomura was and He has also learned to be a little more kind and gentle towards you, since you treat him so well after all. Washing and braiding his messy white hair, although his skin was never a problem to you- he couldn't help his skin condition leaving him with those damn wrinkles around his eyes, chapped and uneven lips, dry irritated flaky skin, but you wanted to help him as long as he let you. Oh how he loved the way you took care of him and his skin, buying him all kinds of skin care products for sensitive skin and eczema creams, you loved taking care of your man.

In return he took care of your every single need. You needed more hair products? Makeup? Clothes? Somebody dead? Sex? He'd do anything to please his Queen. Because of you he actually gets out a little more taking you out on dates, buying you whatever you like and he cleans up nicely just for you. he loved spending time with you the most whether you're watching him stream online, playing with him, listening to him argue with his viewers over you, helping you style and wash your hair, fucking like rabbits he loved every bit of it.

But boy did y'all have the best time in bed. Sex with Tomura was so good, you almost didn't believe he was a virgin the first time you two fucked and he was so big he had a damn third leg. It felt like he was splitting you in half on it there was just so much, but he was making you take that dick, everytime you two fucked he'd make you take all of it.

You especially loved it when he and the league of villains got pressed on COD and ended up losing.

“Damn it! Toga I told you to pick me up!”

“You were on the other side of the map I was trying, Twice was supposed to cover me!”

“Don't get your panties in a bunch, we'll get em next time.” Dabi took his headset off immediately.

“They cheated! I got domed by a camper, Toga!” Twice begged.

Big sis magne tried to be the one encouraging the group “Will get em next time boss!”

“I don't want a fucking next time, I want results, Fuck!” You knew he was angry when he threw off his headset. You were drooling from both your mouth and coochie definitely can't wait for the pounding you were going to receive as soon as he came in the room.

“Strip, now.” Instead of scratching at his neck he found a new way to relieve his stress, You.

Hell he really didn't have to tell you twice or at all really, but silly you not stripping before he ever opened his mouth.

“Yes, Sir.” you were trained well, just for him you couldn't wait to take his monster cock, all those delicious 12 inches.

You hoped he'd his sweatshirt on this time, the smell of his gamer boy musk turned you on little did he know.

“That's right, on your knees, I want you ass up, Slut.” And a slut you were after stripping your night clothes, you proceeded to do exactly what daddy said face down ass up just for him.

Tomura made his way over to you, getting a good look at that ass he loved so much, massaging your cheeks with his rough hands. Gripping, spreading your cheeks apart.. slapping. He was doing too much teasing to be this angry, you wanted him right now, but who were you to open your mouth and complain?

“Fuck…look at that. “ he said under his breath.

Tomura was staring at how drenched your pussy was for him already and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

He just couldn't get enough of you, watching you tease him by waving your pussy at him like waving a bone in front of a dog got him going.

He was in a hurry getting his dingy old sweats off not wanting to keep waiting any longer.

Tomura took his cock in one hand, rubbing the head in the slick of your pussy, letting out a satisfied groan once he shoved the head into your tight hole letting out a hiss as he pushed half of his cock in since that's all your pussy could take.

“Mmm, So big daddy..” You groaned and gasped as he started to move.

He groaned at her words, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Her tightness and the way she gasped only heightened his desire for her.

"You feel so good, sweetheart." he said, his voice rough and strained. "So perfect and tight. Fuck I could stay like this forever.”

Tomura's pace started to pick up the more he continued to admire your body, those bumps, and curves, stretch marks, the cellulite, the way your ass jiggled at each thrust he made, god he was drunk off of you. You were his stress relief at the end of the day and he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Don't whine now, you can take some more, come on take this dick.” He was damn near pounding into you, he took a handful of hair and yanked you up onto your knees without your back against his chest. Taking the same hand he put his arm around your throat and his other around your waist.

You loved it when he was this rough, it was so good you couldn't help, but to meet him thrusts, you desperately tried to keep up with his pace.

A smirk spread across Tomura’s face as he whispered in your ear in a rough and ragged tone “ uh huh, yeah throw that ass back on me, baby.” He stopped his thrusts so focus on feeling you use his cock to fuck yourself.

With the same arm around your waist he took his hand, gliding it down your belly to feel the bulge that his cock was leaving in you. “You feel me right here don't you, slut? Fuck, I'm gonna cum all on your insides, you deserve it don't you? Don't you baby? Yeah, Keep fucking yourself on my cock!”

“To- Tomura- Fuuuuck”

Unable to take the boring pace you were going at, Tomura shoved your face back into the mattress, pushed down on the arch of your back and continued at his brutal pace he had from earlier. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking against one another, moans and raspy groans coming from the two of you.

By this point you were a crying and moaning mess even a white ring was forming around his cock.

Tomura flipped you into your back he wanted to see that pretty little face you make when your cumming from his cock, he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head to the way you swallowed his spit when he spat in your mouth, he loved the way you begged for air every time he choked grabbing at his wrist as tight as you could.

Once his thrusts started getting a bit sloppy that's when you could tell he was close, and he could definitely tell you were close the way your pussy tightened around his cock.

He could feel himself getting even closer, the orgasm building up inside him like a coiled spring, ready to snap. His moans are getting more ragged by the minute, Your stiletto nails digging small dents in his skin as you could feel yourself getting close to a climax.

“God! Fu—”

“That's right baby I am your fucking God, keep screaming my name while your at it.”

He groaned at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the pleasurable pain adding to the intensity of the moment. And the sound of you screaming his name sent him over the edge with one last thrust he came deep inside you and so did you. Tomura pulled his cock out leaving you shaking and quivering while he tried to catch his breath while taking in your expression you had from being so full of him to so empty you could almost pout.

But as much as he would love to give you more he had a stream to get back to so he gave you a quick kiss before whispering “Now you're a good little slut I'll give you some more cock when I'm done, until then you better not let a drop of my cum waste from that sweet pussy of yours, got it?”

All you could do was pout and nod, yeah it was a bit unfair, but he promised to give you more later, right? Knowing him, that'd be 2 hrs from now. But there was no use in complaining he was already back on stream before you could even make a complaint.

“So what you're telling me is that you guys can't do SHIT without me?”

“They called for an airstrike boss, what did you want us to do?!” Twice complained.

“Well as far as I'm concerned Compress and I carried the team.” Big Sis Magne exclaimed.

“And what about Dabi?”

“He kinda rage quit…” Mr.Compress said lightly.

“Wait Boss, before you get upset I did a good job picking up mostly everyone.. By Everyone I mean Dabi.”

“So not only do I hate him, he sucks dick at COD too Great.”

"Tomura you can't hate Dabi forever!"

"See that's where you're wrong Toga, see if you would let me show, I could take this to the next leave."

"But I heard that's not healthy for you." Toga pouted, worried about the health of her boss.

"Toga I have microplastics in my dick- I'll be fine.”

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[dear-tortured-adam]

" 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐑-𝐈-𝐃-𝐈-𝐂-𝐔-𝐋-𝐎-𝐔-𝐒 "

: ✎. casual? no no, all the world deserves to know how much you adore that broke loser. wc ≈ 0.7K | Mammon x Masc!MC, fluff, MC has a bit of a male lean, inspiration, not proofread

"Did I mention that I'm in love with you?"

Smug bastard — that's what 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 describes the fastest player who ran up to the pedestal. Crystalline blue eyes watch as you grab the mic before the coach could utter a single word. Your cocky grin had set everyone's heart ablaze, cheerleaders chanting praises for you and your team's victory. The greedy demon scoffs, crossing his arms with a pout.

Even his brothers were more than thrilled, seeing as the "backup" or "replacement" became the all-star champion of this round. All demons were surprised that humans could perform with such skill; perhaps they have underestimated you too much? That just made the sweet taste of gold all the more satisfying.

Of course, Mammon was there to watch it all. Of course, he was there from the preliminary rounds held like a week ago or so, to that strike for the win: he was there to witness and frankly, cheer for you on. It was so unlike the Greatest Mammon to scream your name loud for everyone to hear - although there's absolutely nothing you can do.

Everyone was in on this. Every. Single. One. You "allegedly" managed to convince the entire cheer team to support you on this; not only that but you also got Diavolo's approval? It was a miracle how you managed to keep this secret. It was so well that others were even more appalled to witness the white-haired lovestruck idiot bawl his eyes out in speechless galore.

"You didn't know?" one asks, while others laugh at his supposed obliviousness. "Hadn't been obvious?" Mammon flushed red before dismissing the question. It was absolutely not.

How did he miss this when he was practically conjoined to you by the hip—the suave man gracing his presence in this sinful hell. What do you mean you met a guy who rocked your world that was ever enough? And that throwaway line of you saying that he got you on yours knees sealed the deal all in a perfect golden ribbon.

Confident. You'd walk around the court snapping your fingers, pointing your mic to the crowd. The melody was addicting, rhythms coursing through your veins as this match of Devildom Lacrosse turned into a special tribute to your treasure. An inspiration. You didn't mind if you looked kind of like an idiot: as if everyone wasn't screaming your name like avid fangirls. The flip of that hair, the way you lowered your voice for one specific line causing almost all of the crowd to swoon? impeccable.

And that not-so-subtle wink you gave Mammon before getting up to sing the chorus? A cherry on top.

Still, was it necessary to preform a whole ass song in the middle of the court Maybe not but with all of RAD chanting along to your words, it's-

"RIDICULOUS!"

Just-

"RIDICULOUS!"

Literally a charismatic idiot, though each minor mistake like accidentally missing a note or two flew right through Mammon's head. It's just. . . With the amount of times he told you that you're his, he wasn't expecting you to accept that. Sure you were both dating, but Mammon thought humans preferred a more casual approach.

You accepted it, and you did so wholeheartedly.

Until the second chorus of the song was Mammon's embarrassment fading away. Displaying to the whole Devildom that you're his? His one and only? Golden boy dropped the tsundere act and started being cocky about it. Partly to try and hide it though mostly it's just that. He may not say it out loud, but he likes it.

Mammon will be waiting once the song finishes. You promised, didn't you? Don't tease him anymore with that sweet grin, fuckin' heartthrob. With a final snap, you looked at the crowd, one final note to belt.

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss- Come on now!"

And you just had to blow him what he wanted. Mammon could hear the small 'pop!' of your lips before you dropped the mic to the ground. It takes him a long while to notice that you're running up to him, his glasses nearly dropping to the bleacher floors.

Prince charming, aren't ya? Might as well give him a real kiss this time.

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[tobyislame]

WHATS TOBYS FAV MUSIC???? LIKE WHATS HIS MUSIC TASTE?

someone asked what bands he likes so im grouping these together but IM SO GLAD U ASKED IVE BEENWAITIGN FOR SOMOENE TO ASK ok so . he likes every genre of music ever but lets narrow it down a lil

if it has cool guitar/bass parts hes fuckin with it cus thats mostly what hes listening for in music as a guitar player, so stuff like the strokes, interpol, franz ferdinand, modest mouse, pavement

also maaajorly fucks with 80s stuff, mostly new wave (the stone roses, echo & the bunnymen, tears for fears, pet shop boys, when in rome, duran duran, new order, peter schilling, billy idol, gary numan, wham!)

likes rap but only if its from the 90s, so yk 2pac, ice cube, the notorious b.i.g., snoop dogg, wu-tang, eminem, (sighs really hard) beastie boys

hes a country boy at heart so he likes old country but it has to be OLD, before the toby keiths and blake sheltons . think johnny cash, hank williams, marty robbins, oh hell throw elvis in there too

folk rock as well, stuff like jeff buckley, crosby stills and nash, simon and garfunkel, not sure if willie nelson would be in this category but him too

anddd also loser music cus hes just the biggest loser that ever losered . weezer, blink-182, sum 41, limp bizkit, ben kweller, the front bottoms, car seat headrest, radiohead, etc etc

also heres my toby playlist that ive been building on for 2 years, feel free to peruse the almost 400 songs on it

[merriclo]

I don't know yuore oc names uuuhh. does mario kart exist in your world. if it did who wld yr characters main

AHAJDKKA THANK YOU FOR ASKING <3

so the OCs i mainly refer to on this blog are my hero’s call au characters so, tragically, mario kart would not exist in their world :( BUT this is such a funny question that i’m answering it anyway. modern au time bitch. answers below the cut bc damn that’s a lot of guys

going with Mario Kart 8 Deluxe here because that was what first came up when i googled Mario Kart :)

Hero: Luigi. god bless this man he does not know anything about the Mario franchise outside of the first few Mario games. he chose Luigi over Mario because he likes green more than red. (plus he asked Spirit if that was a good choice and she said he was fine so)

Loft: Yoshi. he likes the look of him and he always felt really bad for dropping him into the abyss when playing Mario as a kid so this is a sort of apology

Minish: Toad. they can do a perfect impression of Toad and is not afraid to use it to terrify people.

Prism: either Dry Bowser or Princess Daisy. listen okay this guy is an elite gamer and also a huge fucking nerd, so obviously he’s crunched the numbers; he also really likes Game Theory and watched that one video where MatPat claimed that Dry Bowser (and a specific kart build that i don’t remember) was the fastest. bUt he’s also kind and hates absolutely obliterating his friends every single time, so he tones it down and chooses Princess Daisy (her specifically because his fiancée, Zelda, loves Daisy. if it weren’t for her he’d be Villager Male.)

Mask: Shy Guy. little guy with mask 🤝 little guy with mask.

Oracle: Bowser. this bitch is here to win, but, unlike Prism, he doesn’t have the time to crunch the numbers. so he just.. googled what the best build is and goes with that

Lorule: Birdo. trans rep.

Traveler: Waluigi. he’s obnoxious as hell what else do you expect of it.

Wolf: it’s between Cat Peach and Donkey Kong. HE’S A FURRY he loves both cats and monkeys, but he chooses Cat Peach a little bit more often because he’s also a #feminist

Red: Isabelle. Red is an Animal Crossing player at his core. plus he also loves dogs very much

Green: Dry Bowser. this man is a strategist at heart, he’s gonna do his research and perform as best as he can. though he’s a little embarrassed about how much effort he’s put in to Mario Kart

Blue: Bowser. it’s the exact same story as Oracle: she’s here to fucking win. bUt she isn’t an absolute loser and so just quickly googles who the best is and goes with it. tragically, she’s horrible at video games and loses almost every single time.

Vio: King Boo. she is a huge fuckin nerd, but just not in the video game way. she has no damn clue who to choose, and ends up picking King Boo because ghosts are fun, and definitely not because Shadow mained King Boo. definitely not that at all—

Wind: Inkling Girl. this guy is pretty good at all games, with the single exception of racing games. so, when it comes to Mario Kart, he relies on the wisdom of his little sister, Aryll, who consistently mops the floor with him whenever they play. she mains Inkling Girl, and he hopes and prays that that’ll let him at least not come in at dead last.

Spirit: Dry Bowser and Princess Peach. yet another person who’s a complete and utter nerd. i’ve mentioned this before, but Spirit loves optimization. she’s an engineer, she’s gonna figure out the best combinations and she’s gonna figure them out fast. but, just like Prism, she’s actually nice and doesn’t want to straight up obliterate everyone she plays with, so Princess Peach. (ngl i was tempted to say Birdo again because trans rep but Spirit is such a Princess Peach girlie.)

Ages: Mario. while Ages is also a huge strategy guy, he’s not really a fan of competitive games. give him a pokémon game and he’ll do fantastic, but a racing game?? ehh…. truth be told, he mostly plays story driven games, so he’s very lost in a competitive setting. same story as Hero, really, lmao. they both go for the ole reliables.

Wild: Toad. she saw a little dude with a fat ass mushroom hat and immediately decided to main him. oh and he can also do a perfect impression of Toad. do not leave them and Minish in the same room together or else they will both lose their voices from talking like Toad for hours.

Champion: Wendy O. Koopa. this man(?) is an enigma, no one knows why. he probably doesn’t either.

Rhythm: Waluigi. he’s a middle school band kid for fuck’s sake, of course he’s gonna choose fucking Waluigi.

sorry for any and all typos and tense changes, and thank you again for this question Strawb <3 it’s very fun i had a blast answering it, even if i had to google a lot since i rarely ever play Mario Kart lmao

[butchdykekondraki]

LOVELYYYY OKAY SO . :) do u like the trafficsmps?? do you like the conflicts and wars that happen in smps in general?? then come watch lifesteal smp!!!!

it's been nicknamed the "deadliest smp" and if you were to ask me to carry the traffic comparison, i'd call it trafficsmp on drugs. /hj

the rules of the game are pretty simple:

you start with ten hearts. if you lose all your hearts, you're banned (until the next season, at least). you can gain hearts, though - any kill you get on a player takes one of their hearts, and gives it to you - so you can have well over ten, depending on how good you are. (one of the cc!s, clownpierce, at one point had like twenty-something during season 3)

there's not a MASSIVE overarching story, but there is enough lore and story to actually keep people that are into that interested; alliances made, betrayal cast, blah blah, you get the drill. certain thhings have actually been banned recently, like uhh. tridents got banned after season 2, because of things like a fight between clownpierce and another cc i forgot, in which the other cc just kept using a riptide trident to bounce back and forth between water spots and the fight went on for, uh, way too fuckin long because of it.

it's got four seasons so far!! certain ccs join later on. also theres a lot of gay people.

half of these people don't have playlists themselves, but fanbases have made them!! theyre just a little hard to track down. also @\renchant is working on uploading clownpierce's vods!!

there is also a fair amount of angst. the ending of season two made us cry like a bitch /hj.

as for ccs uh!!! some of our favourites are:

clownpierce, joined in season 2. is very into the clown motif, even built a circus and a funhouse in s3. absolutely one of the best fighters on the fucking server, like i said, at one point in s3 he had like twenty fucking hearts. sarcastic asshole kinda sometimes. gets shoved into a preconcieved "villain" role but honestly hes just a total dorkass trying to act intimidating /aff (< my clownpierce was also my husband in my canon)

roshambo (me!!), been here since the start. absolute fucking loser of a man im gonna be honest with you. the cc has a fucking obsession with poop jokes for some reason and has a semi-trend of "they call me the (xyz)" here whenever he does something well. i.e, "they call me the interior designer". theyre a little insane. /aff

mapicc!, also been here since the start. the best way i can explain this man is all the rage of a chihuahua in a human form. he is constantly starting fights and insulting people and making the most fucking unhinged statements you could ever imagine. i swear to god he has a death wish but its funny as fuck. (also roshambo and mapicc are A Pair. their name is dualityduo if anyone was curious :D)

planetlord, i do not remember off the top of my head when he joins, is the fucking server blorbo. everyone loves them. hes iconic. hes just A Guy. they are vibing and doing his fucking Best.

branzy, joins in the third season. fucking unhinged and amazing with redstone, he helps clown rig literal roulette machines and shit in a casino they build. not onyl that, he rigs it so that clown can fucking cheat the machines. hes amazing. he is also an absolute golden retriever of a man and we love him for it. big dork that is also absolutely terrifying. /vpos.

this concludes my advertisement of the lifesteal smp everyone should go and watch it because i think a good majority of the people on this blog would enjoy it tbh. also we want more lifesteal friends. /silly -ro

WAUHGh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /POS THANK U RO ^_^

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HELLO I AM VERY AWAKE. hello mx mackintosh apple. would u happen to have any spare cwilbur heart player propaganda. (what class would he be do u thiink. ;-;) or like anything else for that matter. karkat woobification. ghostbur discussion. cool ass sea creatures. this is another free coupon for u. also all my friends r asleep rn too LMAO so..... <33 🤝

ohhhh my god hi ros hiiii don't even get my STARTED on cwilbur heart player propaganda this post will b like. 20 miles long.

His class is !!!!! very tricky I think. I haven't nailed down a solid one yet. for a while I was pretty solid on him being a Bard but like... now that I've been rereading hs and looking at the wikis more im not sure if that fits as well as I want it toooooo... idk!! BUT. heart player momence. Holy shit. I feel so so so so strong abt this. You've seen the beginnings of the shit w dirks "splinters" now and. That is a big heart player thing I think.

I will FOREVER be sad that we never got to see enough of nepeta or meulin to get as good of a read on their relationships to being a heart player so like. we only rlly have a destroyer class to go on??? but like. imo. being a heart player is HEAVILY reliant on figuring out. the self. and identity. And like. w cwilbur,,, collectively as a fandom we have unintentionally split him up into his own splinters. we've got lmanbur. we've got pogtopia era. we've got GHOSTBUR. and now we have revivebur. And like. Even tho they're all the Same Guy, sometimes they're all treated as different characters. president of lmanburg wilbur is NOT the same guy as. say. revivebur. and don't even get me STARTED on how c!wilbur talks about ghostbur. AND how ghostbur talked abt him . Each of them saw themselves as separate from the other, even though... like... technically they're the same fuckign person. and that is SUCH a heart player thing we LITERALLY saw almost that exact conversation between Dirk and AR. "you and I are the same" "stop saying that." GOD. It's so fucking good ok. ok. I could write an entire fuckign essay abt c!wilburs relationship to his own identity. he even does it HIMSELF in canon. I don't have any of my quotes abt this saved but I know I have them somewhere and if I remember to tomorrow I'll try 2 find some.

AS FOR THE OTHER STUFFF. I feel like this post might b getting a lil Too Long ™ but if u have any specific fun sea monsters 2 ask me abt I would love 2 talk abt those too hehehe. karkat is just so.... he is so ... u haven't even gotten to the best karkat moments yet... man... I love him sommuch. he goes thru such good character development... actually.. I was joking when I said ctommy is a karkat kinnie irt being a knight of blood but like... they r kinda similar sometimes. rude loud annoying kid w a rlly rlly good heart. their love for unlovable things. their tendency to ramble abt random shit forever and word things in such Specific Ways. yeah...

[heelbucks]

I can imagine College!Max taking care of a very Hungover College!Cash & Reader after one of a long night of Intense Stack Cup and them being whiny and grumpy and max low key scolds Cash for getting her hungover from their constant stack cup shenanigans but he knows it’s one of the few times she can let loose and relax from the stress of college and taking care of all them dumbasses so if it makes her happy he doesn’t complain much

one more game - mjf

:pairing: college!fratboy!mjf x fem! reader, college!fratboy! cash wheeler & fem! reader (platonic)

:warnings: minors dni, potential underage drinking (please be responsible y’all), cash and reader being dumbasses, slightly mean but overall extremely caring maxie, tooth rotting fluff

:notes: tell me this gif isn’t peak frat! mjf??? also i was so lazy w the frat name. it’s literally the first three letters of the greek alphabet :)

the semester was just starting, and of course that meant the ragers we’re starting back up again. no greek org threw better parties than alpha beta gamma, thanks in part to you and your partner in crime daniel, aka cash. not only was he your best friend, but also your boyfriend’s best friend.

you two expertly ran through every other duo for most of the other drinking games while max stood and watched you two make fools of yourselves. then, in one of your genius shared-brain moments, you convinced every guest to play stack cup with you, resulting in not one but two bitch cups.

you watched as it was a mixture of mostly cheap beer, hard seltzers, jungle juice and a splash of vodka. the game itself went on for far too long, leaving you and cash as the last two players, winding up the losers. “cheers wheeler. may neither of us throw up on maxie.” you clashed cups with him, twisted your arms around each other’s and downed the disgustingly carbonated concoction.

the next thing you know, you find yourself awake in max’s bed, but with no max next to you. instead, cash is there, fully clothed. you begin to panic slightly, looking down seeing no pants and on of the frat’s old rush shirts on your frame.

in walked your loving boyfriend, oblivious to your anxiety. “good morning sunshine. how’d you sleep? do you have a headache?” his voice was soft, not wanting to risk hurting your head.

max saw tears well up in your eyes, and a look that almost shattered his heart. “maxie, im so sorry i thi-” he gently pulled you towards him and kissed your forehead. “relax princess, nothing happened. you spilled juice all over yourself, so i brought you up to change, then you fell asleep. cash was looking for you and he knocked out on my floor. i moved him up so he wouldn’t be out of his season with a bad back.”

the night started coming back to you in a hazy blur, some of your anxiety gone since you knew what happened. cash started to stir next to you, and max was not as kind with him. “wake the fuck up dickhead.” he lightly slapped his best friend on the arm, causing him to wince. “ouch! quit yellin’. my head is pounding.”

“maybe don’t drink like a fuckin’ animal and get you and my girl sick next time.” max scoffed at the brunette laying out on his bed. “c’mon princess, let’s make you some breakfast so you can function in class today. i already ran down to the campus store and bought you gatorade so, drink up.” his face softened as he looked down at you in his arms, clinging to him. “thank you maxie.” you craned your head upwards and kissed your boyfriends nose.

“anytime princess. now, let’s go make sure you eat something so you survive your classes today okay?.”

[kafka-ish]

the act of being a boy-friend | r.t.

y/n’s plan to make her crush, or ex crush, jealous backfires when she realizes she’s been the jealous one all along.

word count: 6.7k

warnings/included: fluff, losers aren’t friends anymore, fem!reader

a/n: i just rlly love writing love triangles hgeoigso also fake dating tropes ftw🥳

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“What’s ruh-ruh-wrong? Juh-juh-hust tell me what I can do, and I’ll ff-fix it.” Bill sat next to y/n on his worn sofa. The two were watching a movie but he couldn’t put a pin on what was wrong until he noticed y/n wasn’t making her usual commentary. y/n always talked whenever they got together to watch a movie—either letting her petty remarks be known to the rest of the viewers or judging the style choice. And if she wasn’t talking, her face was stuffed full of popcorn or sour candy.

But y/n wasn’t doing either of those things.

She sat in a ball—her bare feet on his couch and her kneecaps digging into her stomach. Her eyes were wide and focused on the screen ahead of them that blared ET. Her nails that were in tip-top condition when she first showed up to Bill’s house, neatly trimmed and polished with a layer of topcoat were now bitten to the bed, ragged and raw.

“Why would you think something’s wrong?” y/n said, surprised that she was able to even squeak out the words after zoning out for so long. Something was wrong. But it wasn’t like y/n would tell him. This is what she wanted, right? Just the two of them—Bill’s arm wrapped around her while she pressed into his side while the only light in the room came from his television set.

So why did everything feel so wrong?

Richie and y/n had dated two months prior. Well… ‘dated’. The relationship wasn’t real, but the butterflies whenever Richie called her a dumb pet name or kissed her on the cheek (because kissing on the lips was too far) certainly felt real. And the heartbreak that came from him talking about other girls felt more real than the time y/n got stood up at the eighth-grade dance.

“I don’t wanna be your fuckin’ boyfriend,” Richie protested. His mouth was full of the turkey club sandwich he snagged from a detention buddy and his perfectly straight nose was now scrunched in disgust at the absurd idea his friend had to offer.

“I don’t get why you’re being so pissy about this.” y/n took the sandwich from him, taking a bite of her own and cringing at the taste of mustard that was hidden under the lettuce.

“Grow up.” Richie laughed at y/n who was using a napkin to wipe the tangy aftertaste off her tongue. “You know.” He took another bite. “This sorta shit never ends well.”

“What shit?” y/n prodded. She was still hooked on the idea of getting Richie to play house with her.

“The game where you and I pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend and eventually one of us falls for each other.” Richie was taking an oddly rational approach to y/n’s suggestion. But Richie was logical in a sense where he just knew.

“Who says I’d fall for you?” y/n poked at his shoulder. One of her eyebrows raised because in what world would she let herself catch feelings for Richie Tozier?

In this world. In this lifetime, y/n would let herself fall for one of her best friends, only to be dating her longtime crush.

“How could you not?” Richie smirked but y/n could tell he was just joking. “I’m irresistible, love.” His stupid British-man Voice made yet another appearance and y/n had to refrain from hitting him.

“What about me?” y/n didn’t care whether or not Richie found her attractive, but to say his response never left her mind after that day would be an understatement.

“Well, just look at you.” Richie put the sandwich down. “If it’s anyone, I’ll be having a harder time.”

“So does that mean you’ll go through with it?” A new light hit y/n’s eyes; the sparkle almost blinding Richie who was shaking his head.

“I don’t get why you’re so hung up about this.” He sighed. y/n could tell he was getting annoyed, but y/n was also persistent. If she wanted something, she’d get it; careless about the lengths she’d have to go through for her fantasies to become a truth. Her truth.

“I’m just saying there are benefits for both of us.” y/n’s head tilted to the side, trying to get a better glimpse at Richie now gnawing at his lunch like an animal.

“Benefits?” Richie asked mid-bite.

“Yeah. I can make Bill Denbrough jealous and he’ll fall madly in love with me. Same for you and your ex.”

“Bill Denbrough?” Richie ignored the mention of his ex-girlfriend. He was fifty-percent sure he was already over her, but the other fifty percent of him still stole glances in her direction and kept a copy of her school picture in his wallet. But Bill Denbrough? y/n had a crush on the Bill Denbrough? Richie had to take a moment for his ears to adjust to this staggering news.

Bill Denbrough was a baseball player and Richie’s old childhood friend. Him, Bill, Stan Uris (who was coincidentally also on Derry’s baseball team), Mike Hanlon (who didn’t play baseball but football), Ben Hanscom (he was on the track team), Eddie Kaspbrak, and Beverly Marsh were all a group back in middle school. And Bill and Richie went way back—back to elementary school. It was until the end of freshman year when Stan tried out for baseball (Bill tagged along but made the team anyway) and Mike brought up how he wanted to go out for football next year.

Everyone’s interests started to diverge. Everyone started to diverge. They still went to Mike’s games at the beginning of their sophomore year, but their lunches together only seemed to happen on Wednesday and their afternoon hangouts at the quarry turned into just Richie smoking puffs on the edge; the only company being his portable radio.

Richie befriended y/n sophomore year, around the same time he and his friends fizzed out in January’s crisp air. He met her in his new art class when Derry High released students’ new schedules for the second semester. They’d stayed friends ever since; sharing their lunches and staying after school to finish up on a Social Studies project that wasn’t worth the grade they received. y/n was the one to comfort Richie after his breakup with Vanessa Jennings, but this was the first Richie had ever heard of y/n’s crush on Bill. He didn’t even know she knew Bill.

“You like Bill Denbrough?”

y/n nodded. “So, what do you say? Partner…”

Richie gave in. Although it wasn’t in his interest to get back with Vanessa, he’d still go along with y/n’s scheme.

He’d pick her up at her house before school at seven o’clock sharp—whether it was in his dad’s old Chevy or by foot in his red Converse.

y/n rushed to her front door as soon as she heard a ring. Her hair was half done, and she hadn’t had enough time to do her makeup yet. Luckily, she was already dressed in her school clothes—the denim of her jeans scuffing together when she walked, and her red blouse having to be pulled down every time she rose her arms.

“Morning, sugar.” Richie’s lazy grin and tired eyes never failed to bring a smile on her face even before they started ‘dating’. His hair wasn’t brushed at all, making y/n feel better about her appearance. His body leaned slanted against the doorframe while he waited for her and the white tip of his Converse made its attempt to dig into the porch.

“Sugar?” y/n asked, bemused. She grabbed her keys from the table next to the door, using them to lock the door behind her.

“You look different today.” y/n’s head raised from its once concentrated position from the lock on her door.

“Different how?” She inquired, mostly wondering if this difference was a good or bad thing.

“You look good.” y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but heat at the compliment. Richie was always calling her cutesy names or saying shit like actually, now that my glasses are on, your ass does look good in those jeans. This should be no different, right?

It only felt different because they were… an item is what y/n convinced herself somewhere along the drive to school. Richie opened the door for her when she got in (and out), but in return, she’d have to let him play his favorite station.

“it’s only courtesy, babe.” Richie shrugged but his eyes kept on the road. “I scratch your back, you scratch mine.”

But two weeks in, y/n found out she liked what this rock ‘n roll guy had to offer. She liked the loud beat of the drum and how the guitar sang in her ears. She liked Richie’s voice that overpowered Elvis’s when he sang along to the lyrics, knowing every word by heart.

“I don’t get why you’re taking me anywhere,” y/n said. She sat in the passenger’s seat of his car like she usually did. “We don’t have to pretend unless we’re, like, in public.” Her voice became small, almost regretting the words that came out of her mouth. Secretly, she hoped Richie wouldn’t turn the 1965 Chevrolet Camaro around.

“It’s not like we aren’t friends.” Richie’s thumb made a tap, tap, tapping sound against the steering wheel. “Friends hang out, right?”

y/n smiled but didn’t answer. It never occurred to her that they weren’t dating. After a while, it just seemed so natural; the hand holding under lunch tables; the way he held her binder for her.

“Is that heavy, sweetheart?” Richie stood next to y/n, intently watching as she struggled with her books in one arm: her other hand turning the combination lock. His gaze never left her figure. He was thoughtful, caring…

“Kind of, but you don’t need to—”

Ignoring y/n, Richie took the books from her hold. He already had books of his own to carry, but he couldn’t let his girlfriend struggle with hers.

“Yeah… friends.” y/n couldn’t seem to face him while uttering the words. Friends. The declaration felt so distant. After all, they had been more than friends—or pretending to be more than friends. But at the end of the day, y/n didn’t know if she wanted to be just friends with Richie Tozier. That was new considering, she never saw Richie as something else. Something that greeted her with flowers before school and held open the door for her. Not until now, no. Richie was always… Richie.

Richie Tozier who was always caught doing his homework last minute in art—because that’s the easiest class, babe. Richie Tozier who liked detention because he could catch up on a few extra minutes of lost beauty sleep. Richie Tozier who stopped bringing his lunch to school because you’re the only sugar I need.

y/n rolled the window down, letting a breeze sweep through her hair and tickle her skin. She needed a distraction because the recent epiphany of the boy next to her being the reason for her heart palpitations was something to need a distraction from.

The sky bled orange and purple—the colors perfectly melted into one another—and y/n wondered if this wasn’t their world after all. Maybe they were being controlled and the puppeteer behind her was playing some sick joke by making her catch feelings for Richie Tozier. y/n didn’t even notice they came to a stop until the click of Richie’s seatbelt grabbed her ears from their trance.

“You comin’?” Richie asked from outside of her side of the car. He was hunched down, his forearm resting on the door to help prop him up.

“Yeah.” y/n swallowed but it hurt. It felt like acid ripped through her esophagus but the only thing she had to drink that day was water. She reached for the door handle, but Richie was faster, already opening the door himself. “Such a gentleman,” y/n snickered.

“Of course.” Richie stayed behind to lock the doors.

“So, you drove me, just a friend, all the way out to the best milkshakes in town?” y/n asked, eyeing the neon-lit sign that read

 Hwy 90

The highway to your stomach.

They served other things, but they specialized in milkshakes—something neither Richie nor y/n would care to pass up. But nothing y/n would drive thirty minutes for just for some glorified ice cream in a glass.

“It’s the least I could do.” Richie opened the door for y/n once again. The entrance door to the diner made a jingling sound as the top corner hit the bells which hung from the ceiling.

“The least you could do?” y/n wondered aloud, but Richie wasn’t given the chance to answer her question when a waitress scurried up to them, a stack of menus in one arm and a bundle of silverware in the other. She was taller than y/n but shorter than Richie and she wore black and white bowling shoes to match the wide-legged jeans and polo underneath her apron. “Is it just you two?” She asked sweetly, hiking the pile of menus up higher on her arm.

“Yeah,” Richie said. He stuffed his hands in his back pocket, not knowing where to put them.

The waitress showed them to a small booth that sat in the corner of the brightly lit restaurant. It was too bright for y/n’s eyes under the red, blue, and pink hues that reflected across the shiny white tile, But the corner table the girl had brought them to would do. There was a certain coziness to it, or maybe it was the thought of sitting so close to Richie in a public setting that settled y/n’s eyes.

“I’m Annie. I’ll be your server today,” the girl said as soon as Richie and y/n slid into their respective sides of the red pleather seats. She was fast-talking and all shades of nervousness as her left hand went to grab the number two pencil that fastened the blonde curls that were pinned in a knot on top of her head. “Can I get you anything?”

“A menu would be nice,” y/n said. In front of them sat a table, salt and pepper shakers, and a half-empty Heinz ketchup bottle. Annie had forgotten to give the two a menu.

“My apologies!” She exclaimed, bashful. She handed them each a menu to sift through.

“Don’t sweat it.” Richie winked in her direction and y/n felt herself grow… what was that? Anger? Annie’s pale skin blushed a bright red and y/n could tell it wasn’t the apron making her feel hot.

It took Richie a full-fledged thirty seconds and two skims through the laminated paper for him to decide what he wanted, and it took y/n at least two minutes. “I’ll have a Cookies n Cream. Extra sweet.” Just like you.

y/n was biting her thumb and still reading over the same three flavors that caught her eye while Annie stood patiently waiting for her response. Richie was messing with the saltshaker. His leg found hers under the table and gave it a quick kick.

“Ouch.” She looked up from the menu, averting her attention to the boy in front of her with a fix glare. “Can I have Vanilla? With a cherry on top?”

Annie scribbled down both of their orders in messy writing before making her way across the floor and to the kitchen.

“Vanilla?” Richie laughed and y/n didn’t know what was so funny. “’Cause you’re vanilla?” He covered his mouth with his hand before another fit of laughter would consume the table.

“Shut up.” Swiftly, y/n’s leg propelled into his which caused Richie’s laughs to die down, replaced by a single yelp.

“So…” Richie’s eyebrows wiggled. His nails, which were painted a shade of deep blue by y/n and already chipped, thumped against the surface of the table. y/n could tell whatever he was beginning to suggest wouldn’t be something she liked just from the tone of his voice.

“So?”

“Why Bill?” Oh.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She knew exactly what he meant.

“Why do you like ole Big Bill?” The nickname had slipped out unconsciously. The nickname Richie hadn’t heard in years. The nickname Richie hadn’t said in years. It felt exotic on his lips, but comforting, like a hug from his mom.

Why did she like Bill? y/n asked herself silently. She was gnawing on the inside of her cheek when the question popped up again and the sound of Bill’s voice startled her.

“What’s ruh-ruh-wrong? Juh-juh-hust tell me what I can do, and I’ll ff-fix it.” What was wrong? Seemingly, everything was perfect. The boy y/n had been crushing on for years was finally in her reach—her grasp, even. Bill’s head turned to face y/n, but his arm stayed tightly coiled around her side. It wasn’t the same as Richie’s possessive hold from two months ago. His hand that played with the fabric of her shirt felt cold. Bill felt cold.

It couldn’t be that she missed Richie, no. Richie was busy—probably swapping spit with one Vanessa Jennings. Vanessa with the light brown hair and curls that framed her not-too-big head ever so perfectly. Vanessa who never needed a tan. Vanessa with the long legs that were probably wrapped—

But it didn’t matter. y/n was busy, too. The Bill Denbrough was at her side and she couldn’t have asked for anything else. She didn’t need anything else. Not when his red flannel hugged her torso because are you could? My parents won’t let me turn up the heat, but I can offer you this. Like a gentleman, he proceeded to strip the flannel from his bodice, leaving him in a white baseball tee.

“Why would you think something’s wrong?” y/n looked at Bill then looked down to see the nails she had just painted were now ruined. She looked up again. “Nothing’s wrong,” she assured, not all convincingly.

“You just… yo-you ha-haven’t-t s-s-said anything since you cuh-cuh-walked in.”

“I haven’t?” y/n asked, now picking at the tip of her thumb, hoping what had taken two weeks to grow out would magically regrow in seconds. Saving his voice, Bill only shook his head.

“You nuh-know you can tuh-tell me. Ruh-right?” y/n nodded but what could she tell him?

Sorry I’ve been holding a massive crush on you for years like one holds a cleaver over their head but all of a sudden I’m into this guy I met in my art class who never brushes his hair and writes ‘smoking and smoking hot’ on his college resume.

“I think I’m just tired,” she lied while also feigning a yawn. She covered her mouth when it opened, pretending to be sleepy.

“Do-do you want me to tuh-take you home?” Bill asked. He was just as thoughtful as Richie. He was just as handsome as Richie, maybe even more. So why couldn’t y/n bring herself to like him as much as Richie? His arm left from her side and he used it to pick up the remote, turning the tv off. The worst part was, that when Bill’s hand stopped playing with the fabric of the flannel she wore and his arm left her frame, she didn’t feel a coldness that would usually wash over her when Richie’s arm left her. She felt free.

“I don’t want our afternoon to be spoiled,” y/n said. Her eyebrows furrowed and even though she knew she was lying through her teeth, she wanted to make this work. After all these years of pining for her study partner and favorite Derry High baseball player, she needed for this to work. To see the vision she’d created in her head, just a mere two years ago, collapse in front of her very eyes broke her. But at the same time, she was indifferent. Why should she care about the boy in front of her when the boy she actually wanted was a neighborhood away?

“Tr-trust me. It-it’s not.” Bill shrugged. He stood up and offered y/n his hand which she didn’t take. Instead, she sat there, planted in her same seat, waiting for him to continue. “I can tuh-take you home. And wuh-we can hang out to-tomorrow. You nuh-know when you’re well rested.” All of the sudden, this felt very real. Hanging out with Bill felt real. Being at his house felt real. And though his efforts were valiant, y/n couldn’t accept the offer.

A smile graced her lips and Bill mirrored that. “Yeah, okay. Uh, take me home—please.”

y/n stood up and Bill guided her to the door and to Zach Denbrough’s car as if she hadn’t had the place memorized from when she first came over for a History project they’d been assigned to do.

What did she ever see in him?

“I don’t know.” y/n’s shoulders bopped up and down and even though her figure was hunched, Richie still thought she looked graceful.

“Are you just sayin’ that or did you end up falling in love with little ole me and you can’t think of anything?” Just then, their milkshakes arrived. Both in frosted glass and both with a cherry on top. A feeling of relief swallowed the lump in her throat, or maybe that was the taste of vanilla ice cream now that she was given some time, and a reason, to stall. y/n hated how on-the-nose Richie could be. But she also loved that about him. He could be so, so unexpectedly smart about some things. Things that were right in front of her that she’d never even notice until Richie pointed it out. “Oh, come on.” Richie’s words would’ve sliced through the silence in the air if it weren’t for the chatter of other people and jukebox playing in the background. “Seriously, y/n/n, there’s gotta be something that drew you to him.”

“Well… he’s nice.”

“Okay cut the crap.”

“What?” y/n asked, finding herself annoyed that she not only had to reveal her feelings to a boy she may or may not like but also because he’s nice apparently wasn’t a sufficient enough answer.

“I need an actual answer. Not some bullshit response like he’s nice or he’s funny. Anyone can be nice or funny, y/n.”

“Well, whether you like it or not, Bill is nice. He’s genuine, and cares about the people around him… Selfless.”

Richie was upset at her response. Not because y/n countered his argument in a way he was left speechless but because she was right. Bill was the nice guy and Richie… wasn’t. Bill was the one who looked out for others, making sure they were okay. He was the one who made sure no one got left behind. He was the one everyone looked up to—not Richie, Bill. It was always Bill. Whereas Richie’s just the guy who stands in the background making funny noises only to be told to shut up.

“Yeah… Bill is nice.”

“Don’t tell me you’re my competition, Tozier.” y/n laughed at the oddity of fighting with Richie for the chance to be with Bill.

“Nah,” Richie shook his head, his hair flying in any direction possible. “You’re lucky I’m not, though. You wouldn’t have the chance, babe.”

y/n wanted to eat her heart out at the usage of babe in such an informal setting where they didn’t have to pretend, but the maraschino cherry resting on top of the pile of whipped cream would suffice. “Do you still like Vanessa?” The words tumbled from y/n’s mouth like they were nothing. But embarrassment replaced the blood flowing through her veins once she was aware of what she just said.

“It’s… complicated,” Richie said honestly, not caring that y/n might’ve crossed boundaries just then.

“What’s complicated?” y/n cocked her head like a puppy questioning why its master was making weird hand motions.

“You’ll understand when you’re older, kid.” Richie didn’t mean to come off as condescending, but he did.

“I’m the same age as you.” y/n crossed her arms after pushing away the half-empty, frosted glass in front of her.

Ignoring the red straw in his drink, Richie brought the edge of the glass to his lips and swallowed the thick shake. “Here’s the thing. Vanessa and I go way back.”

“How far is way back if you only dated her for four months?” y/n regretted even bringing her up. Maybe it was different back then, back when the two were actually dating. But now, y/n couldn’t remember a time when someone said the name ‘Richie Tozier’ and her heart didn’t feel like it would explode into a collision of fireworks.

“Four and a half,” Richie corrected with a grin breaking out on his lips. “But I dunno. She’s just special.”

“Special as in…?” y/n probed, and she hated herself for her big mouth that wouldn’t stop applying lemon juice to an obviously open wound.

“I love her.” Richie took another drink of Cookies n Cream, which was more cream than cookies, and y/n sat there in shock. She would be silly to think that after all these weeks, Richie would feel the same way about her. After all, he had a life outside of the fake one they’d construed. Or maybe Richie was just less emotionally confined to these sorts of things. He knew better than to get caught up in a fake relationship. Of course he would.

But knowing Richie still loved his ex, struck something in y/n’s core. And the fact that he was able to say it in such a nonchalant manner—such casualty—only dug deeper at the pit in her stomach.

“You love her?” y/n asked, her mouth still full of the sweet treat he’d pay for later in the evening.

“Love. Loved.” Richie shrugged like this was nothing—well, maybe this was nothing. Maybe y/n was the speck of dust on his shirt and him shrugging was the last of her existence from his being leaving. “What’s the difference?”

“There’s a big difference.” y/n wanted to scream. Luckily, she had enough self-perseverance to keep her composure. She swallowed. “One is past tense, and one is present tense.”

“How ‘bout I put it this way.” Richie set aside his drink so now nothing was blocking his view of y/n. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the table. “I don’t like…” He paused. Revealing that he had no intention in getting back with his once first love would possibly wreck this whole thing. “If Vanessa asked, I’d probably get back with her,” Richie finally said, thinking that must’ve been a suitable way to word the jumble of letters floating around in his head like alphabet soup.

“You would?” y/n asked, feeling like a little kid all over again.

Richie didn’t say anything.

“Do you and her still…”

“Still what?”

“Talk, I guess is what I’m trying to say.” y/n messed with her fingers, pulling at a hangnail she’d know she’d regret doing when it got to later in the night.

“Nah. But don’t worry about it, sweets.” Richie took out his wallet only to be met with a picture of the dreaded girl they’d just been talking about. He gulped. His spit tasted like Oreos and he knew he’d have a stomachache later. Richie thumbed out a ten-dollar bill and five ones to keep Alexander Hamilton company. “Ole Vanessa could never get in the way of you if that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

It was what she was wondering.

But she’d never let Richie know that. y/n crossed her arms tighter around her torso because right now it felt like Richie could see right through her.

Richie drove her home in the same way Bill would a month from that night. But Richie had a better taste in music and y/n was actually sad to part from him when he left her at her doorstep.

“I’m really sorry I had to cut our time short,” y/n said. She was sorry.

“It’s ff-fine. I al-already sai—”

“Yeah, but I feel awful, Bill.” y/n finally mucked up the courage to look him in the eye. Those blue eyes that’d been searching for hers all afternoon. “This was probably like… the worst first date in the history of first dates.”

“Ih-it’s not so bad. But that duh-depends on how muh-many first dates you’ve been on.” Bill laughed and y/n was trying to figure out what was funny about what he said.

“You’ve been on worse ones?” y/n asked anxiously.

“Luh-let’s just say th-they duh-didn’t get a second date.”

y/n nodded while her hands started to search for the keys in her purse.

“I’ll ss-see you tuh-tomorrow?”

“Or at my funeral. Whichever comes first.” For a moment, the bad thoughts cleared from the surface of y/n’s head. Laughter was the only thing she was aware of for a moment.

“Bye, y/n/n.”

“Bye, Richie,” y/n said bashfully. Her hands were strewn behind her back because she didn’t know what they would do if they weren’t. He was about to walk off—off into the moonlight. And y/n would have to wait until Monday to see him again. It was one day too long because she knew even though the two of them had nothing better to do tomorrow, he’d see it as just friends whereas y/n would see it… differently. “Richie, wait!”

“What?” Richie turned around. His hands sat inside of his front pockets and his posture was slumped, as always.

“Thanks… for tonight.” Richie nodded, and validation from him served as a sick kind of ego booster that egged y/n to keep going. “They really are the best milkshakes in town.”

“Yeah.” Richie’s scratchy voice soothed y/n under the frosty air that came from winters in Maine. y/n stepped closer, her hands still behind her back.

“Did you have a good time?”

“You know I always have a good time when I’m with you.” Richie nudged y/n’s elbow with his but was taken aback by her hands that now gripped his shoulders and how suddenly close she was against him.

y/n kissed him on the cheek, not daring to go for his lips because who’s ever heard of a kiss goodbye on the cheek? Is probably what Stacy Howards would retort back to her after she’d spill the happenings of Saturday night to Derry High’s favorite cheerleader in study hall.

His cheek tasted like salt and Irish Spring—that is, if she knew what Irish Spring tasted like. Which she definitely didn’t.

She didn’t linger long. Richie wished she stayed longer. The kiss was short and sweet and the taste of vanilla on her lips replaced a fraction of his cheek that tasted like body wash and sodium chloride.

“Goodnight,” y/n said, now finally coming to her senses.

“Ye-yeah.” Richie blinked, an alternative to pinching himself in front of the girl he’d been pretending to date. “Night.” But after pretending for so long, Richie couldn’t help but notice the less it felt like pretending.

y/n closed the door behind her with a slam, making sure to lock it in case intruders were in the neighborhood. Now that Bill was gone, her first instinct was to call up Richie—tell him that the date went well, and how he was such a great friend, and thanks for the help. But there were only so many times she could lie to a boy she felt feelings so deeply for. The first, coincidentally, was when Richie had asked how things were going with Bill.

“Make any progress so far?” Richie asked with a face full of ham. They were eating lunch together, per usual. But this time, unlike the many times before, the hand that wasn’t holding his sandwich was rubbing circles on y/n’s small hand that Richie’s swallowed.

“Comme ci comme ça.” y/n smiled to herself at her basic understanding any French One student would master. “It’s going alright…” y/n had never been a natural liar. Whenever she told her parents she had cleaned her room when she, in fact, didn’t, the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention and her forearm broke out in an itch she could never quite scratch. But her internal biological workings had given her a break today. There was no itch and her hairs stayed in place from when she styled her hair that morning.

“What’s alright?” Richie questioned, though it sounded more like an interrogation.

“He started talking to me more.”

“He didn’t already talk to you?” Richie’s eyebrow rose because how were you supposed to fall for a guy you barely talked to?

“Well, yeah, he talks to me.” The pad of Richie’s thumb that was drawing slow circles onto y/n’s knuckles turned into lines. Back and forth. Back and forth. “But he used to talk to me about classwork and… you know, like, school.” Richie smiled when she talked. He was happy for his friend. He truly was. But he couldn’t stand the fact that the guy she was talking about wasn’t him—let alone, his former best friend. “And in APUSH, instead of asking about my grade or whatever, he… asked about me.”

“What’d Mister Charming have to say?”

Mister Charming sat two seats away from y/n. But that didn’t stop him from talking to her. Every now and then, Bill would steal glances at the girl from his peripheral vision. Sometimes, if he were feeling bold, he’d turn to face her—but that action only occurred when she was speaking. Today, however, was different. Today he’d talk to her.

Lucky for Bill, the pencil sharpener sat in the back of class—close to where y/n’s seat was.

“Hey.”

y/n looked up from her textbook. She didn’t want to assume the hushed voice was for her—but she had to figure the tap on her shoulder was.

“Hi.” She set her pencil down and folded her arms flat on the desk. “What’s up?” y/n swore she sounded insane. Who says what’s up—

“Th-the sky.” Bill’s smile made cloudy days seem cloudless. “I was wuh-wondering ih—” He swallowed the trail of saliva that gathered in the back of his throat. “If… are yo-you and Ruh-Richie like…”

“No!” y/n said quickly and a little too loudly.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Muh-maybe we cuh-could hang out… This Saturday work?” A stroke of nervousness flitted across his features for a second even though Bill didn’t have anything to be nervous about. The rest of y/n’s words got caught in her throat and she instinctively found herself writing down her number on the scratch piece of paper Mr. Ferguson passed out for notetaking.

“Call me.”

Bill did call. Which was precisely how y/n was stuck frozen in time; her back slanted against the door and her thoughts racing against one another.

She had two options at hand. Call Richie. Find Richie. Or wait it out for tomorrow when Bill’s same car would be in her driveway, waiting for her.

But a third option was already at y/n’s doorstep, contemplating ringing the doorbell.

Richie Tozier stood outside of y/n’s front door, palms sweaty and unusually anxious for confrontation. His pale fingers knotted together. It was their way of stalling from interacting with y/n for as long as possible—or as long as curfew would allow him to.

“Hey.” His stalling attempt was left unsuccessful when y/n opened the door. Ironically, he was just the person she had hoped to run into. “What are… what are you doing?”

“Me?” Richie’s eyebrows stitched together, and he pointed to himself with his index finger.

“You’re the only one here,” y/n deadpanned.

“I was just in the neighborhood, y’know. Doin’ neighborly things.”

“You don’t live in this neighborhood.” Richie feigned laughter but this time y/n didn’t laugh with him. “Seriously, Rich, why are you here? You knew I had my date with Bill and—”

“And what?” His tone grew firm, like it had grabbed her by the hand and urged whatever was eating at her insides out of her.

“And I don’t think you should be here, after I just got done with my date with somebody else!” y/n said with a shaky breath. She could feel her heartbeat almost burning through her chest that rose and fell harshly.

“How was it? Your date?” Richie had calmed down, but y/n didn’t.

“It went bad. Is that what you wanted to hear?” y/n muttered, but it could’ve been mistaken for a yell.

“No, why would you think—hold on. What’s up with you?” Richie’s hands stuffed themselves in his front pocket. His posture was hunched over, and his face now screwed together, trying to understand the girl standing before him.

“I don’t know.” The flame that had once ignited y/n’s lively spirits had died down. “I just. It didn’t go well, that’s all,” y/n said, unable to coax the words she actually wanted to say out of her lips.

“He wasn’t an asshole, was he?” Richie’s tone was protective—nothing y/n would expect from him two months ago when she’d gotten themselves into this mess.

“No! No.” y/n was complicated. First, she’d spew off about how her date was bad and now she was defending said date?

“God, y/n/n, can you just make up your mind?”

She could do that.

“You were right,” y/n declared.

“What?”

“Don’t make me say it again.” Her voice lowered to a whisper, but Richie could still make out what she was saying.

“Well, I’m always right, toots. I just need context—”

“About the fake dating thing. How eventually one person’s bound to fall for the other…” Her toes curled from under the white Converse she hadn’t had time to slip off. They were worn and the bottoms were yellowing from the number of times she’d matched them to an outfit. “And you don’t look like you’re on your knees, so.”

“So, what?” y/n didn’t notice the smirk edging on the corners of Richie’s lips.

“Tozier, don’t make me say it.”

“You have to, or God knows how long we’ll be standing on this fuckin’ porch,” Richie said patiently. Patient. Richie was never patient—always the one to urge his friends to hurry the fuck up, always the one to ask are we there yet? But this time he was. His figure stood still and ominous, like Santa on Christmas Eve. His breathing held steady in his lungs that had seen more smoke than his mother’s kitchen and his feet stood planted on the concrete stoop of y/n’s house and they’d stay there until she told him the very damned thing she didn’t want to.

“I like you, okay?” y/n knew if she blinked, the dam of tears in her eyes would finally burst and the last thing she wanted was having Richie Tozier see her cry. Well, second to last thing. The first thing on that list had already happened. “Look, I know you’re still in love with Van-Vanessa.” It hurt to say the girl’s name because she wasn’t just a girl, she was Richie’s ex. “But you asked me to say it and I did. So there.”

y/n was about to turn back. Back into her house and back out of this friendship. It was only because Richie laughed that y/n stopped. His chuckle was like music, not the kind that Richie blasted in his car with the windows down, but like a symphony. And if y/n were any less mortified right now, maybe she’d stop to admire it—him—for one second more.

She was about to ask why. Why are you mocking me when I’m so clearly in a vulnerable state right now? Why are you mocking me after I’d just shared something so deep and personal with the likes of you? About the likes of you? But y/n didn’t get the chance when Richie surged forward and pressed a kiss against her lips. She could feel her heart pick up even more at the taste of him: spearmint and tobacco. She thought it’d stabilize itself once his lips left hers, but it didn’t. His taste lingered and at the time it felt permanent, like a red stain on white furniture.

“Like I said. Ole Vanessa could never get in the way of you.” His breath hit her face, warm and intoxicating, and y/n could only think that kissing Richie on the lips was way better than kissing him on the cheek.

[thebluestbluewords]

New Fic!! Get it while it’s hot!

Core four, complicated polyamory. Warnings for underage drinking, referenced child abuse, general sad backstory. This chapter is mostly fun things though, I swear!

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“You know how, like, you had those dumb games you played as kids?” Ben asks, letting his head fall on Evie’s shoulder. It’s dark out, and there’s not many people sitting in this particular corner, so they’re fine to be sitting together like this. Couple-like, even though they aren’t, not really. Couple-adjacent. Dating once removed, maybe. Evie doesn’t really like boys, even though she cares about some of them a whole lot. Spiderweb-dating is what Mal has been calling it, where they’re all in the same web but not necessarily  sharing the same strands.

It’s a pretty weird looking web when you plot it out, but it’s the best they’ve got so far. Evie and Ben might not be a couple in the strictest sense, but they’re close, and they’re definitely something that feels more intense than just ordinary friendship, so.

Evie reaches around Ben’s shoulder to pet a hand through his hair. It’s a little sticky. Gross.  “Yeah.” she says. “What about them?”

Ben leans into the touch. “What if we just all started playing games again.” he says, dreamily. “Like. We could do that!”

Evie gives him a pat, and reaches over to pry the bottle out of his hand. “I think you’ve had enough of this.” she says, unwrapping his fingers from around the neck. “Come on--”

Ben clings, but he’s laughing, and it’s not bad. He’s pink-cheeked and cute, flushed with it.

“Come on, give it up!” Evie says, shaking the bottle a bit as she slides it away and captures her prize. It wasn’t a very strong drink to begin with, because most of the current junior class are only casual drinkers and won’t bring anything really good to campus, but it’s a bit emptier than it probably should be for this point in the night.

Ben is sliding down Evie’s shoulder. “I like feeling fuzzy.” he tells Evie’s collarbone, where his face has ended up. “It’s nice.”

Oh, this sweet boy. “I know, babe,” Evie says, letting her sweet drunk boyfriend-adjacent-person flop over completely into her lap. “But you’re not going to like it if you keep going.”

Ben sighs when Evie’s hand finds its way into his hair again. “You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” he tells the leaves of the trees they’re hiding under, in their little dark corner away from the fire. “I’m not that drunk.”

Evie scratches gently at his scalp with her nails, and Ben practically melts. “You’re a little bit drunk.” she says, amused.

Ben shivers. “A little.” he admits. “Feels nice to not have everything be-- so much. It’s always just a lot, and now it’s not so much anymore. And I’m like, kinda spinny?”

Evie laughs, but doesn’t stop scratching. “Yeah?” she asks, going along with it.

Ben sighs, and tips his head so that he can rest his cheek on Evie’s leg. “It’s just nice. Different. I like it. Like being dizzy, only it’s fun.”

“I can see that.” Evie says, swirling the rest of the bottle around and around until the deep gold liquid makes a little whirlpool at the bottom. “You like this stuff, huh?”

“Doesn’t taste bad, yeah. Wine tastes so bad, Eves.”

Evie takes a swig from the bottle. “I know. You have a little baby taste in drinks, and that’s okay.”

It’s only another swallow or two before the bottle is empty, and can sit safely on the ground without risk of spilling all over. Evie likes these shoes. They’re red suede booties, and she’s spent the past few days sewing a black and red silk into the lining so that it shows when she turns the tops down. She has put too much effort into these shoes for them to be ruined by spilling a drink on them during their debut party, so it only makes sense for her to finish it off before anything untoward can happen.

Ben pouts. “I’ll leave if you’re mean to me.” he says, without moving. “I’ll find someone else to sit with who won’t be mean.”

“Who are you gonna find, babe?” Evie asks sweetly, ruffling his bangs back into place and giving one cute little flushed cheeks a pat. If she liked boys she would be eating this one right up, that’s for sure.

Ben presses his face into the touch. “Uh. Someone who isn’t mean to me?”

Evie has to laugh. “And who do you think that’s gonna be?” she asks “Mal?”

“Uh, no. You could just be nice instead?” Ben offers, like it’s a great idea for everything in the world to be nice to him just because he asks..

Well. It’s been working out pretty well so far.

“You’re too sweet.” Evie tells him. He is, and it’s almost a problem except for how it keeps working out for him. It breaks Evie’s heart sometimes to think about what could have been, if here were there or there were here and their lives had gone just a little bit differently up to this point. They might never have met, sure. That would be a fuckin’ tragedy, but her crew could also have had the chance to grow up as sweet as the boy in her lap right now, and wouldn’t that be something. “Were you telling me something about games?”she asks instead.

Ben perks up. “Oh, right!” he says, with a little excited gesture. A spread of his hands, for proper royal emphasis. He’s so physical, this sweet boy. “Yeah. Like. Remember when we could just hang out and play like, spoons all the time? And like, tag and stuff?”

Evie can’t imagine that the games of her childhood, the ones she can remember hearing about and seeing in the schoolyard from before and after her banishment, are going to be the same ones that Ben is remembering.

“We had tag, yeah.” she says gently. “I don’t know spoons.”

Ben sits up at that, like it’s so critically important that Evie understands the amazingness of this childhood game that he can’t even explain it sprawled out over her lap.

“It’s a card game,” he says seriously. “S’fun. You take sets-- like, the leader takes a card and it goes around until you get a set and then you grab a spoon and everyone grabs a spoon and there’s one man out--”

Oh. Actually.

“You mean daggers?” Evie says. “That sounds like daggers.”

“Do I?” Ben asks, alarmed. “I don’t think that would be safe.”

Evie has to laugh. “Oh, it wasn’t. We used to play this game, it sounds like the same thing, where you would pass cards around until you got a set of four, and then when you got a set you took one of the knives in the center, and the last person who didn’t get one was out.”

“Sounds the same, yeah.”

“We used to play it for keeps, too.” Evie tells him, remembering. “The first person to grab a knife for the round would get to keep it, and we would keep going down that way until we were out of players or fingers or both.”

“Fingers?”

“Oh, no, I’m teasing!” Evie says, reassuring. She’s pretty sure that Jay and Mal both still have scars from the game, but they never lost any fingers, strictly speaking. It was usually the losers they had to watch out for anyway, rather than the game itself. Not that she’s going to tell Ben that. “Nobody really lost any fingers. We had some near-misses, that’s all. Everyone has all of their fingers, look,” She wiggles them in front of his face. “All here, see?”

Ben blows a warm breath over Evie’s hand.  “I’m sorry. I didn’t think--”

He stops.

“What?” Evie asks. “You can ask, it’s okay.”

Ben shakes his head, then stops rather abruptly. “It’s not about that. I just-- didn’t think I was this buzzy.”

Ah. That makes sense, then. Their boy isn’t usually a fan of giving up control, even if it’s just over his own tongue. “You’re feeling it now, huh,” Evie says sympathetically. It’s always odd, the moment when you realize that you’re actually drunk now, and not just a bit warm in the face. “Do you want to come find Mal with me?”

Ben perks up almost immediately. “Is she still here?” he asks, excitement just bleeding off of him.

Evie laughs. “Oh, you are too cute. Yes, she’s around here somewhere. I made her promise to tell me when she’s leaving, so she’d better not have snuck out on us.”

Ben is already halfway up, kneeling with his feet half-under him as he scans the crowd of students milling around between the bonfire and the beach. “Is she by the fire, there?” he says, pointing.

Evie squints. Mal hates people, usually, but she does like fire, so-- yep, that’s a definite splash of purple, on the very edge of the fire crowd. “Yep. Good catch, babe. Come on, up you get.”

It takes a good tug to get Ben upright, but he moves easily enough, just a little stagger-step as Evie gets him steady. It could be nothing more than his leg going numb from sitting on the hard ground, except for how it’s not.

Ben laughs at himself as he catches his balance on Evie’s shoulder. “Ooh, that’s--” he puts his face in her hair for a second, resting there. “That sure is something.”

Evie can’t help but laugh. Of course she would find this boy, who even when he’s loose and stupid and drunk just wants to play games and be a child again, and have his hair petted, and oh-so-gently cuddle his partners in return.  “I know. You should see Mal when she drinks sometime, it’s funny as hell.”

Ben seems steadier now, but he’s still looking at Evie like she hung the moon in the sky. “Does she get really dizzy like this?”

Evie guides him through the crowd, ever so gently. “She gets impulsive, if you can imagine that.” she says drily. “One time when she was really in it she decided that she wanted to drop paint bombs on people in the market, and we ended up with purple paint all over the roof of the fish shop. It took a long time for that to wear off.”

“Wow. Is she--” Ben starts, and then loses the train of thought entirely when he catches sight of Mal again.

[silkywritesgarbage]

hello! may i please request a scenario (or hc’s) with fem! reader with the gom + kuroko + kagami, where after a game they find their s/o being flirted with and are obviously uncomfortable? i love the idea of possessive or jealous gom lol thank u!!

Possessive!Main cast is my ISH so thank you for requesting this haha.  

WARNING! Profanity, suggestive language, and light violence ahead. Also, creepy creeps creeping up on a pretty gal.

She was waiting for him near the locker rooms, in the spot she promised. As she was texting him that she was waiting, she noticed a shadow step into her line of sight. As she looked up at the newcomer, she was disappointed to see it was a stranger. Looking closer, she recognized his school uniform as belonging to the team her boyfriend just annihilated on the court.

“Can I help you?”

“Hey now, that’s kind of cold. I just wanted to talk. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone out here?” Oh. It’s one of those guys. She simply smiled.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” His smile faded a little, but to her shock, he decided to keep going. Fortunately for her, the door to his team’s locker room swung open.

Akashi

“Well, can’t we just be friends? Give me your LINE, we can chat, can’t we? Your boyfriend can’t tell you who you can talk to, right?”

“But I’m telling you that I don’t want to talk to you.” Akashi, who had been walking out of the locker rooms, heard it all. The gentle smile he always wore faded from the redhead’s face as he practically snapped his head in the direction of her voice. His lovely girlfriend had a scowl on her face. The young man had his hand on her phone, obviously trying to exchange numbers. Without another second to waste, Akashi swooped in, grabbing the man’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Excuse me, you’d best not be putting your hands on a young woman’s belongings without her explicit permission.” Akashi ground out. Simultaneously, his other hand fell open (Name)’s, threading his fingers through hers’. “You’d do best to make this your second and last loss tonight. Because the next might be your last.”

The man jumped and scurried away, leaving (Name) with an incensed Akashi. He pulled her close to him, pressing his hand to her head and cradling her against his chest, the other arm circled tightly around her waist.

“Sei-kun, I’m fine.”

“You didn’t look fine. I’m sorry I was late.” A rare grumble escaped his lips. “A shameless man like that shouldn’t ever even consider placing his hands on you.” You laughed, pulling on his cheek playfully.

“Well, he’s gone now, thanks to you and your way with words. Now, let’s forget about it and go get something to eat for my winner, yes?” Akashi’s tensed expression melted away, and he brought her hand up to kiss her wrist.

“Very well, as collateral, I’ll be occupying the rest of your night.”

Murasakibara

He took a lock her hair in his hand. “Wow,” he commented in adoration. “Your hair is so smooth, and it smells good too.” She was so tense that her shoulders ached. She wanted to scream and hit him and act like a child so that he would leave her alone. As she opened her mouth, she heart a shout and the man’s shadow was gone.

“Ew, what’s this loser doing in front of my prize?”

“A-Atsushi!?” Did he just call me his prize? She wondered to herself, but she didn’t have long to ruminate, because the looming purple giant quite literally threw the man away from her. he landed on his but a few feet away. (Name) could do nothing but stare in awe at the absurdity. She knew her boyfriend was strong, but- “Uwahh!”

Murasakibara swept his hands under her legs and scooped her up into a princess carry with ease. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the heat of embarrassment travel up her nape, through her ears, and up to her cheeks as she felt the astonished stares of everyone around them.

“You’re so light, (Name)-chin. I missed you.”

“N-never mind that! What about this situation!” Murasakibara stared at her blankly for a moment, before he turned to the still stunned young man on the floor.

“By the way, (Name)-chin doesn’t just smell good, she tastes good too.” Both (Name) and the man promptly passed out, cheeks redder than a candy apple. She should have just thrown a tantrum, after all!

Aomine

y’all ever watch Fruits Basket uwu

“Please leave me alone.” (Name) deadpanned, deciding to return her attention to her phone. “You’ll regret it.”

“Come on, now, I’m not trying to do anything weird.” She saw his shadow shift a little closer, so close that the could feel his body in her circle despite her efforts to shift away.She was ready to make a scene, when she felt the vibration on her back of someone slamming something hard into the space above her head.

“Hey dirtbag. Quit trying to touch things that ain’t yours.” (Name) recognized the voice, though not the tone that it carried. She looked up to see Aomine, his expression sharp and dark. His brow was furrowed and his teeth were clenched so hard it sounded like he was speaking through them. He was leaning in so close that she could smell his cologne, which made her heart beat a little faster.The stranger instinctively raised his hands in defense.

“I-I was just kidding...”

“You sure? I don’t mind, I’m a confident guy.” Aomine cracked his knuckles before wrapping a gentle but firm arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

“I could even beat you one handed. If not, quit wasting my fuckin’ time with my hot girlfriend and beat it before you lose a couple teeth along with the game tonight.” As the poor thing sprinted away, squealing in fear, (Name) reached up and pulled on his cheek.

“Since when was my Daiki this cool? Bring back my lame, smelly boyfriend.”

“I am always cool!”

Midorima

The man picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. She cringed and turned her head away, feeling sick. That’s when an orange-clad arm shot out, separating him from you. (Name) recognized Midorima’s back. She couldn’t see his face, but whatever look he gave turned the male’s face pale as he turned tail and ran. Without waiting for him to even disappear around the corner, Midorima had already grabbed her slender wrist with a grip much stronger than he intended.

“H-Hey, Shinar- Ow! Are you mad??” She asked as she staggered behind him with confusion written all over her face. “What did I do?” He didn’t answer as he led her out of the stadium ahead of his team. “Takao-kun will be mad if you-”

“Don’t let another man’s name leave your lips after something like that!” She bristled and glared at his back.

“What? How was that my fau-” He cut her off suddenly, as if his lips had snapped open without his will. He turned around when they were alone and grabbed her shoulders, emerald green meeting (E/C). “Have a little more consciousness when I’m not with you!” She stared at him in bewilderment before the lightbulb suddenly went off above her head. She threw her arms around his waist. He caught her on instinct, his taped hands wrapping themselves around her waist and locking into place in a tight embrace.

“I’m okay. He was just annoying. You don’t have to be so scared for my sake.” She glanced up at him, smiling in that way that he hated, since he was no match for it. He used his hand to press her face into his shoulder. He didn’t want her to see him when he was like this.

“You fool, how could I not worry when every man sees you the same way I do?”

Kise

“(Name)-cchi, your hair is so pretty today. Did you use the hair treatment I brought you? Oh, you smell like the perfume I got you, as well. I knew it would suit you. I know you better than anyone else, after all.” She was just as embarrassed as the young man who had approached her was. She could feel her face turning various shades of red. He had immediately jumped in before the man could even get another word in.

Damn it, all the times I want him to be cooler, and he chooses now-! She didn’t complain when Kise latched himself onto her, resting his chin atop her head. She tried not to get comfortable in his familiar embrace. She was in public, after all! However, she jumped when she felt the hands at her waist travel down a little further.

“R-Ryouta-!” She squeaked. He was always touchy in public, but never this touchy. Kise kept her trapped in his arms, shifting his chin to rest in the crook of her neck as she glanced up at the intruder with a cold look in his eyes.

“Sorry, (Name)-cchi, I just thought I would put someone who doesn’t have any business in approaching you in their place.”

Kagami

hc Kagami is a feminist

Kagami had been the first out of the locker room, because he wanted to grab his lovely girlfriend her favorite drink from the vending machine. Anything to make her smile. He was in a great mood since they won the game, and he had a date scheduled with (Name). Today was going to be great...

...So why am I here!? Kagami lamented from behind the pole he was hiding behind. Granted, he wasn’t hiding well, as pointed out by children passing by with their parents and other players. This guy wasn’t doing anything, but he really didn’t like it. But Coach had said that girls don’t like guys who jump to weird conclusions and point fingers. It made them look weak and insecure, so he tried to be the bigger man. (Name) was always so elegant and mature, after all. She didn’t look like she was in trouble. He believed in her ability to stand without him! Then, he could swoop in and be the cool and suave boyfriend in front of her! Just think rationally...

“You’re so pretty, I bet you’d look really good with earrings, can I buy you a pair? You have piercings? Let me see...”

“H-Hey, don’t touch me!”

....

THINKING RATIONALLY CAN COME LATER.

“Oi! Get your fucking hands off her, dick!”

Kuroko

“(Name). ” Kuroko stood in between her and the stranger. Both of them nearly leaped out of their skin. Even his girlfriend wasn’t used to him appearing out of nowhere. “Are you alright?” Kuroko was impassive as ever, but his gaze remained intently on the man in front of him. It was enough to make the man take a step back.

“W-where did you come from?”

“The locker room.”

“That’s not what I meant!” (Name) recovered first, wrapping her arm around around Kuroko’s and smiling in relief. Kuroko felt his chest tighten with worry. He slipped his hand into hers and walked beside her away from the offending stranger.

“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as they were out of ear shot. “I should have been quicker so he wouldn’t have been able to speak with you.”

“It’s not like you to worry about something as trivial as that, Tetsuya-kun.” She laughed, but Kuroko didn’t find it as amusing. He stopped, turned around and brought her hand to his cheek, leaning into it with a cute, pouty expression.

“I’m normally not, but I might be becoming a little crazy about you, so please let me be a little childish when it comes to you.” Her cheeks warmed as she resisted the urge to cuddle up to him right here. So cute!

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 020 [Living Valley Online]

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Author’s Note: So, this was obviously inspired by the third ending, “Datte Atashi no Hiro” by LiSA. I love that ending and I thought it would be cool to explore that RPG side for a couple chapters! You can watch the clean version at the bottom of this page~

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〈“If you don’t like the way I talk, then why am I on your mind? If you don’t like the way I rock, then finish your glass of wine. We fight and we argue, you’ll still love me blind.” Dua Lipa, “Blow Your Mind (Mwah)”〉

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“She was… a villain?”

Toshi nodded, hanging his head. “Alissa grew up as an orphan on the streets. She became a mercenary at a young age in order to survive. As she grew up, she came to care less and less for the rules society tried to force upon her and so… she became a contract killer.”

“A mother fucking assassin…”

“Yes. Her quirk, ‘rogue’, made it an easy profession for her. She could use stealth at will, and she was well versed in all manner of poison and venom.”

“Holy fucknuggets,”

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to hate her. Alissa’s rough childhood shaped her into who she became because she had no one to guide her, to show her love. She was utterly alone in life, and she did the very best she could with the cards she had been given.”

“Her past was pretty bad, that’s true,” Aizawa interjected. “But everything she did was her own choice. She understood that better than anyone and she didn’t go around making excuses for her actions. She took responsibility for her poor life choices.”

“Alissa had already begun to turn her life around when I met her. Rather than continuing on as an assassin, she chose to become a bounty hunter instead.”

“Ain’t they the same thing?” I raised a brow.

“No, they’re not. Bounty hunters don’t kill their targets, they incapacitate them and hand them over to the police.” Toshi held up a finger as he explained. “She stopped killing people and started to attack only criminals that had done terrible acts of violence. Actually, that’s how we met. She saved my life from a group of villains when I was in my last year of middle school. Of course, I had heard all of the rumors surrounding Alissasears, but she was surprisingly kind to me. She made sure I was unharmed and safe before taking off. After that day, it was like fate had decided that we would continue to cross paths. And then…”

“She turned herself into the police,” Aizawa muttered. “It was all over the news for months how the police had finally apprehended the famed assassin.”

“But she became a hero, right?” My brow furrowed. “How’d that work?”

“She made a deal with the police commissioner. In exchange for her cooperation and testimony against several top villains that she had done jobs for, they would let her go free. She agreed to this, giving up multiple associates and old clients. Because of her actions, twenty-five top villains of the time were taken into custody, but… she was never free again after that. She was under constant surveillance by both cops and villains. No one trusted her. Just like that, she was completely isolated again.”

“So you weren’t kidding when you said she had a lot of enemies, huh?” I swallowed, leaning back a bit.

“No, I’m afraid not.” Toshi heaved a heavy sigh. “As far as most people are concerned, Alissasears ‘retired’ from being a hero because of the target on her back, but there are a few people that know the real reason behind it.”

“Which is?”

He lifted his hand, pointing a bony finger at my heart. “You, young Jen. When she became pregnant with you, her whole world took on a new meaning. She did her best to avoid the public eye, but with so many people watching her so intently, she knew that that could never happen. Not here, anyway.”

Aizawa humphed. “She kept what she was planning a secret from all of us. She didn’t trust anyone… except for this idiot.”

“Even then, she didn’t tell me everything. The day she tried to leave, for example. Alissa kept telling me that she was planning to make a break for a different world, but she never told me when she was going to leave. And then she tried to run.”

I scratched my cheek, my brain trying to process all of this new information. My head is really starting to hurt… “You told me before that she… uh, died in your arms… How’d you find her?”

“When she was heading for the meeting spot, she realized that the hero killer, Stain, was following her. She panicked… I’ll never forget getting that message from her. I was on the other side of town at the time, attempting to help save a group of women being held hostage. Maybe if I had left immediately instead of waiting, she…”

“Tch,” I leaned forward, flicking him hard between the eyes. He winced, blue eyes snapping to meet mine. “All these years and you’re blamin’ yourself, aye? Not cool, Toshi.”

He gave me a sad smile, nodding his head. “I have many regrets when it comes to her, but… the past is the past. There’s nothing I can do to change that.”

“Hmm, and you’re trying to make amends by taking care of me, huh?” I cocked a brow, folding my arms over my chest.

He jumped out of his seat in surprise, blood spurting from his mouth and onto the white blanket draped over Aizawa, who glared at him. “Of course not! I mean, in a way, I hope it makes up for my failures, but I genuinely do care about you, young Jen!”

“Calm your man tits, I was kidding.” I grinned.

Aizawa continued to glare at him, not that he noticed.

Toshi took me by the shoulders, his expression dead serious. “No matter what happens from here on out, I promise you, Jen, I won’t let the league of villains take you. I don’t know what they want from you, if it’s some sort of revenge or if they have other plans, but I won’t give them the chance.”

His sincerity caught me off guard. My grin softened to a smile as I pulled his hands from my shoulders. “I don’t need you to defend me ’cause I’m gonna get stronger. I’ll defend myself and everyone I care about. Let that blue-haired freak come for me. I’ll make him regret the day he was fucking born!”

Toshi smiled proudly, giving me a nod.

“You can both leave now,” Aizawa grunted. “And get me a clean blanket.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me.” I rubbed the back of my head, giving them a blank look. “Apparently I can teleport,”

“…what?!”

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“Are you fucking serious?!”

I winced, pulling the phone back away from my ear. “Do you have to be so goddamn loud?”

Bakugo scoffed from the other end of the line. “Bitch, you just told me your mom is Alissa-fucking-sears!”

I scratched my cheek. “She’s that popular, huh?”

He was silent for a moment. “Oi, have you told anyone else?”

“No, you’re the only person I really talk to, bro.”

“Good. Don’t fucking mention that to anyone else, got it?”

“D’aww, are you worried about me, Bakuhoe~?” I grinned.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!! And no I ain’t worried about your dumbass! Are you gonna fuckin’ log in or not?!”

“Yeah, yeah, geez.” I put the phone on speaker, setting it on the coffee table beside me before picking up the controller and booting up my game system. “What’s this game about anyway?”

“It’s an RPG,”

I hummed. “Doesn’t seem like your kinda game,”

He scoffed. “It’s currently one of the hardest games to fucking beat. I’m gonna destroy this fucking game and leave all those losers in the dust!”

“‘Kay… but why do I have to play?”

Silence.

“Bakuh -”

“Shut up,” he grunted. “This stupid game doesn’t let you play alone.”

“And you have no friends, huh?”

“S-Shut up, bitch! You don’t, either!!”

Yeah, but I’m not the one trying to play a multi-player game. I rolled my eyes as the game loaded.

“Hurry up and make your damn character!”

“Don’t fucking rush me,” I scowled, selecting the swordmaster class. “Fuck, there’s so many options. Why are there so many options? This is hella detailed for a free game.”

“Che, I’m gonna go get food. You better be done by the time I get back!”

Hm, should I make her look like myself or a completely different person? Making a cute ass guy is also an option. Meh, I’ll just make her look like me with a few subtle changes. Let’s try… green hair? Ooh, girl, green is not your color, fam. Blonde maybe? Oh, that actually looks pretty dope, but it’s too normal. Red? Not nearly as cool as Erza Scarlet. Damn, that blue looks amazing, though. Maybe I’ll dye my real hair that color for a while.

Now for the clothes. I’ll just choose some pants and a basic, plain shirt with boots. I confirmed her looks and the game started to load. I heard a door opening and slamming over the phone, followed by the obnoxious sound of someone munching loudly on chips.

“Are you done yet?”

“Just loaded in.”

“Ignore the fuckin’ NPC and come outside.”

“No can no, chief. Gotta do the tutorial before I can leave.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

I chuckled at his impatience. “Tuts usually aren’t too long, keep your thong on.”

And I was right. Five minutes passed and the tutorial ended. I left the building, a blinding white light filling the screen.

それ以上に上昇 ☆ Living Valley Online

Bakugo was waiting outside the building, leaning against the wooden support beam. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he was wearing an open vest, the top rimmed with thick white fur. Red fangs hung from his ears, and various necklaces and beads hung around his neck. His pants were blue, white fur between the hem and the top of his black boots. Red cloth was pulled over his elbows and a cutlass was strapped to his waist.

“Fucking finally!” he scowled, holding his palm up. A blue screen projected in front of him and he glanced at me. “Swordmaster, right?”

“Yeah,”

He pressed on the screen a couple times before a sword materialized in his hand. “It’s only a rank twenty, but it’s better than that shitty rank one on your back. Trade me.”

A blue screen popped up in front of me: ‘LordXplosionMurder has requested to trade with you.’ I accepted and selected my sword, while he added the higher level sword and some potions. We both confirmed the trade and I took the sword out to examine it. The metal was dark grey with a faint sapphire-blue glow around the blade. The handle was wrapped in leather with wolves stitched into it with black thread. The game said it was a blue item – rare.

“Let’s go! We need to power level your ass!”

I hummed as I followed behind him, strapping the sword to my back. The fantasy city we were in was called Rune Province. According to the information popping up beside me, this is the main city in the game, but it was only medium-large in size. The buildings were made from white brick and dark oak wood. Lanterns hung beside the doors, a cream-colored candle unlit inside.

Hmm, so it’s a fantasy middle-age type game without electricity.

“Hey, what’s the max level in this game?” I asked, glancing at his back.

“One hundred eighteen.”

“And what level are you?”

“One hundred.” He growled, clenching his fists. “You have to pass through the fuckin’ Jade Forest to get to the level one hundred one area, but you have to have at least one level eighty in your party to enter the fucking place.”

“Sheesh. How long you been playin’ this shit?”

He mumbled under his breath.

“You’re walking in front of me, Bakuhoe, I can’t hear you.”

“Since it came out!” he yelled, earning weird looks from the citizens and other players. “And stop fucking calling me that, bitch!”

If I remember correctly, the download page said this game came out a little under a year ago. Has he been playing alone this whole time? I sped up so I could walk beside him. “So, how are we gonna power level?”

“We’re going to Moonbrick Manor,”

I hummed, folding my hands behind my head. “Sounds interesting. And I just gotta let you fight, right?” He grunted and a screen popped up in front of my face: ‘LordXplosionMurder has invited you to a party!’ I accepted and he stopped in front of a wooden post, atop which was a whitish blue stone with a teal swirl in the center. He put his hand on the stone, grabbing my wrist with the other. A bright blue light surrounded us, blinding me.

When the light faded, we were standing in front of a large wooden door, standing at least twenty feet tall. We were on a stone bridge surrounded by spruce forests as far as the eye could see. I glanced over the side of the bridge and whistled. This shit is hella high off the ground, so much so that I can barely see the river flowing underneath it. The fog hanging in the air didn’t help my visibility, either.

“Stop gawking and let’s go, bitch!” Bakugo barked.

I approached the gate, lifting my hand to the wood. A red screen popped in front of my face: ‘Warning! You are about to enter a level one hundred dungeon. Your current level is one. You will definitely die. Proceed?’

I sweatdropped. No pulling punches, huh? “Uhh, Bakuhoe. Don’t think this area is just a bit too high?”

“Hah? Are you scared, tiger?” He smirked, folding his arms over his bare chest.

The fuck is with that nickname, brah? I scowled, “No, I’m not scared, but it’ll take ten times as long to level up if I keep getting one shot when an enemy so much as looks at me.”

He rolled his eyes, approaching the door. “Just stay the fuck behind me and you’ll be fine, dumbass. I’m not weak like you are!” His body walked through the door as if it were made of water.

I have a bad feeling about this, man.

With a sigh, I accepted the warning and stepped through the door.

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Darkness Among Us ( Part 1 )

Author Note: Hi! Thank you for reading this little drabble I made. This is something I’m going to be working on slowly alongside my Survivor Origin stories. Quick notice, this is an AU where the Legion don’t become killers and end up in the realm. This is simply them living their human lives and interacting with the world and each other.

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Darkness Among Us ( Part 1 ) : Frank Morrison

Gazing up to the sky, you truly see how insignificant and minuscule your life is. Though I suppose getting high only furthers the existential crisis. Sometimes it would feel like one day it was tolerable to just be alive, while others felt like the most excruciating pain to do the simple things.

Sure things like music and food could ease such pain, but sometimes it’s more than just scars that are left in your heart. There are things that drain your energy and make you wish that everything would just end. Not even the chilling air could cool the burning pains that keep me in a constant state of awareness.

As I inhaled my last ounce, I came to the conclusion that my life would never really amount to anything, and that I would live this simple and boring life. While I was out being a lonesome loser, my friends were at least trying to make it through school.

Unlike them, I couldn’t even try, it became too much and I was unable to keep my thoughts and words together. I became so overwhelmed that I lost sight of what really mattered to me.

Sitting on top of my red pick up truck, I stared up at the stars that I was so envious of. They were the ones that had the spotlight, the ones which radiated with so much light and shone through the darkness. Meanwhile, the path I’m on was currently paved in black abyss, dark and no vision of where and what will be the end.

I’d go back home, but that word was far too unfamiliar for me to classify anything like home. The next best thing would be to drive to Joey’s and spend the night there, it’s a weekend and his parents are never home. That’s the way he likes it.

This town put it simply, is far too ordinary. There are the occasional crime, the occasional death, and the occasional accident. But nothing truly bad ever happens here, no one from Ormond is successful. It’s as if we were born to be part of the data that shows how insignificant the lower classes are.

Ormond was far too quiet for such a populated city, it’s far from the standard households you typically see on television and magazines. This place was truly cold, even with the blinding rays of the sun, the warmth was never there.

It would never be my home.

~

Though I should have gone home, everything in my being was telling me not to. My foster family wasn’t exactly the kindest to me, even though they were the ones I had to rely on for most things.

Driving in Ormond was one of the few luxuries, opening up your windows you could take in the cool air, and it’s what helped me relax aside from getting high. Because we weren’t a relatively big population, there was little to no road traffic, so I could easily drive through the streets and outskirts in total peace.

The cool air was also one of the few things that could keep me from becoming a bonfire in rage, as it always seemed to grow as fast as a forest fire. Just picturing home pissed me off, this place was suffocating.

My therapist recommended that I join a sports team, and after I got into a fight after school, the coach for the basketball team picked me up. He said that I was quick, yet sturdy for my build, and thought I’d be great at both defense and offense. None of that stuff made sense to me, I just did what he told me to do.

In the end, it got me a varsity jacket, and my name wasn’t as tossed around between the players or classmates. This didn’t prevent outbursts when a teammate would screw me up, or a referee would make a bullshit call. At one point my anger boiled over and I lashed out against a referee during an official state game.

And just like that, I lost another place that someone tried to force me to fit into. While I acted like it didn’t bother me, it actually chipped away at my heart.

~

As I pulled into my driveway, my throat tightened and my palms began to sweat. Shifting my gear to reverse and pulling out, I drove off to where I could find an amount of sanctuary. Off into the edge of town, in the forest, was an abandoned house.

One day my crew and I decided that one day we would explore the entirety of Ormond. We happened upon this place by chance and luck, as it began to storm and it was raining heavy drops down on us. Joey broke down the door and to our surprise it was fully furnished.

Though it was dusty, you could mistake it for someone actually living there. As we dried off, we searched through the large two-story house, and to no avail, found no clues as to who had once lived here. However, there wasn’t any electricity, so we had to rely on candles and the fireplace for warmth and light.

I was irritated that our day had been ruined by mother nature, but Susie made sure to cheer me up and lighten my anger. She basically raided each bedroom in the house and stole the sheets and pillows.

With the assistance of Julie, they rearranged the room and made a fort-like structure with the living room couches and the bedding. I was hesitant to join them, but I didn’t have any say in the matter as I was pulled into it by Joey.

Susie then talked about her day and time at school, all the things she experienced, and how she felt. I knew that it made us three more relaxed to hear about her life, as we felt our time slipping away, yet she seemed to be trying to hold on to her youth. She looks up to me like a brother, and I can’t help but want to shower her with affection.

As I pulled into the driveway from the forest, I noticed that they were in fact all here. Though Joey and I were the only ones who could drive, Julie would take her bike almost anywhere, and it was leaning up against the garage door. Susie relied on us to be her personal drivers, but it made it more satisfying to be needed by someone else.

I knocked on the door and walked in, only to almost get run over as Joey and Julie were sledding down the stairs on a mattress. Having barely dodging with my life, I slumped down on the couch to rest my eyes. 

“You all are fuckin crack heads you know?” I said face-first into a pillow. 

Joey hovered above me from the back of the couch and pinched my right cheek playfully.

“Yeah, but you love us.” He laughed softly and though I wanted to detest I know I couldn’t. “Besides, you’re the one who’s high.” 

Pushing his hand away, I sat up to show him my puffy red eyes. He sat down a seat over and patted his lap for me to lay in. Almost instinctively, I flopped down into his lap and looked up at him while he played with my hood.

“Well, it looks like someone was thinking too much again,” Julie said as she pulled out a cigarette. “You could have waited to get here before you smoked ya know, the cops won’t hesitate to pull anyone over.”

Julie lit her cigarette while leaning against the cracked window, making sure it didn’t get stuck in the house. Susie walked in from the kitchen with her backpack and bags in hand. She sat down on the floor below and rested between Joey’s legs while pulling out snacks and art she made to show us.

The rest of them seemed to be able to communicate with each other so easily, but I always had trouble getting my feeling across. However, I was content with just taking in their voices and laughs as they let go of their heavy burdens. Hearing their voices become soft and full of joy, but my heart at ease and really gave me a comfort that nothing else could.

I smiled softly, being unnoticed as my face was hidden in my hoodie and Joey’s clothes. And for just a moment, I felt that maybe I didn’t have to feel like a shitty extra who was just a waste of space. I didn’t need anyone else to make me feel complete, because I already had a family that held me together.

[lawrencegarte]

detroit become racist for 1. and claire for 3

when i get called out for posting about dbh i’m dragging u down with me

Favorite character: i mean... connor

Least Favorite character: answering this is making me feel like i’ve definitely answered this before LMAO anyway uh. Uh. so many of them are very easy to hate! i guess gavin because he’s got that added terrible layer of being a fandom favourite for some incomprehensible reason (actually it’s because he’s a young white man)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): that’s SO MANY SHIPS i don’t think i even have?? one???? oh no no i lied big time actually markus/simon is canon in my heart. um. i think kara and luther are cute together. uh. uh. the tracis?? are gay?? so that’s good! so there’s 3. i don’t think. i can come up with two more lol

Character I find most attractive: north is REALLY pretty unfortunately. oh also there’s a random android model that you see around sometimes that’s like the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen??? thinking about her... OH also just remembered that the model that ralph is is rly pretty and also just straight made up like that face wasn’t modeled after anybody which is probably why it’s nice lol

Character I would marry: none of these bitches are worthy of my hand

Character I would be best friends with: UHHHH. uh. idk uh. simon seems chill. i don’t know if i would get along with most of these characters honestly?? i’m far too much of a bitch. maybe hank actually, i think i could handle him

a random thought: i want to replay detroit again but dude all of markus’s segments literally suck so much that thinking about being forced to play them makes me die a little bit

An unpopular opinion: rk900 shows up for MAYBE 10 seconds and i don’t think gavin reed wants to suck his dick

My Canon OTP: those two very naked lesbians. can i point out that they’re sex bots and wearing literally the least sexy underwear in existence. like they’re wearing sports bras. wtf.

My Non-canon OTP: *thinking about markus and simon and the fact that if u keep simon alive the game acts like this is not the case*

Most Badass Character: everybody in this game is a fucking loser

Most Epic Villain: society....

Pairing I am not a fan of: hankcon is bad and like yes the whole game is bad but i’m gonna execute anybody who ships father-son relationships in any media

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): ALL OF THEM LOL but ESPECIALLY kara

Favourite Friendship: hank and connor :’) they’re the only part of the game that i’d actually call good bc i’m a sucker and a bitch for found family shit

Character I most identify with: the blue haired traci played by bryan dechart’s wife bc i’m also an angry lesbian who can’t act

Character I wish I could be: jerry

and now.... She

How I feel about this character: she’s GOOD!!! like all my opinions on her just come from re2make really and like... bruh... she feels like a rly realistic older teenage girl?? her dialogue is funny, i love her attitude about everything, and taking on an apocalypse daughter was SO galaxy brain of her. i love claire. genuinely my fave and really just.. such a refreshing character after playing through leon’s campaign since they’re too cowardly to give their male characters any hint of personality outside of Cool

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: none bc they won’t give her a lesbian friend :/

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: obvi her relationship with sherry is just *chef’s kiss* but honestly playing through darkside chronicles on 2-player was a lot of fun bc her and steve bounced off each other rly well. praying for a cv remake so My claire can hang with steve

My unpopular opinion about this character: her redesign is literally superior in every way and idk how unpopular that is but it’s the truth. take the nostalgia goggles off. she looked worse.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: wish she was a fuckin dyke :/

Favorite friendship for this character: oh i thought that’s what the non-romantic relationship question was. okay i’ll just use this space to say that despite the fact they get like three scenes together i like her relationship w leon and i Really Wish they got to interact more in re2make :^(

My crossover ship: HMMM......... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......... honestly have no idea but a hot lady for sure. maybe one that gets her to eat a vegetable

[emperor-of-blood]

Aight so I guess I’m doing a session review?/Prediction?/Analysis of how I think @neonwolfeh session might go.

So starting this off with the premise:

It’s a normal session with no specific prototyping fuckery or trolls or whatever. and I got some brief character summaries:

Ross, Heir of Doom: Ross is a jaded, angry guy who just wants to have -One Good Daytm-.

Luca, Rogue of Life: Pretty upbeat, tries to make the best of every situation (and does not succeed). 

Kase, Seer of Rage: Fuckin edgelord, thats p much it. Full of hate and will say slurs. 

Abby, Witch of Hope: Basically a shoujo anime protagonist, awkward and peppy and sweet. 

Odin, Prince of Time: Embodiment of nervousness and jumpiness. This guy needs a nap and a hug.

Niko, Knight of Space: Like Dave Strider if he was as suave as 2012 fanon interpretations said he is.

And now for my takes on them:

So starting off my initial impressions of the session are complete failure, mostly based on one thing. Odin, the Time player. While he sounds decent enough of a guy you have to understand the reason that every session requires a Space and Time player to succeed. Technically speaking, only a Space player is needed to overcome the wall of creating a new universe. The Time player is needed because the game is just that hard. The image I get of Odin is that he won’t be actually doing much Time traveling, likely too weak-minded to believe that he could pull things off. A lot of pressure would be resting on his shoulders and he needs to answer. As I said in my Patrick Star analysis, I believe that he’s going to be wasting a lot of Time. For different reasons here though, he’s still destined to procrastinate. That is likely going to get people in his session killed. Sburb is hard and everyone involved needs to be doing their part to beat the game. 

My analysis doesn’t end with that though. We still have 5 other players to throw into the mix! Moving onto I’d like to talk about the cool cat Niko, the Knight of Space. So inherently here we have a contradictory classpect. The Knight is a protector, in their session they are supposed to cooperate with their Space player to breed The Frogtm. They are meant to be a companion. The Space class is one of solitude, barring their frog breeding partner. Space is a vast domain and both Jade and Kanaya spent most of their time alone. It’s one of their themes. They spend time worried about the bigger picture that with the smaller problems that their teammates deal with. Likely, they are very alone. And that makes me wonder, how much of the “Cool Guy” is real and how much of it is, well, him being lonely? Or a defense mechanism because of that? Keep yourself distant and aloof because that’s where you’re going to end up anyways. No reason for people to get hurt, sort of deal. 

Next I wanna talk about Luca, the Rogue of Life. I imagine her as the kind of person who is peppy to the point that it makes people uncomfortable. Trying to bring Life happiness to all of her friends by being a never ending source of sunshine. Which is all well and good, these types of people are well liked and a party falling into the traps of depression is likely to fail. That being said, I can’t help but believe that her failures come from her unending sunshine. Sometimes people just need to be sad. Life has it’s ups and down and that’s natural. People probably feel exhausted around her, much to her dismay. You must go down to rise back up. I feel like she’s probably Odin’s self proclaimed best friend and also a main source of stress for him. “You can do it!” is encouragement (He probably sees it as empty/naive), not useful advice. Her being unable to see that has got to be one of her personal challenges. She’s not responsible for rewriting everyone’s lives or fixing their problems. Those are not hurdles for her to overcome. I feel like every Rogue has some weird interaction with their aspect. As one who steals Life/steals from Life I don’t think it’s meant to be taken literally. She ain’t sucking out peoples souls. I’d say she maybe has an aura of demoralization for her enemies, kind of like a mental attack? Or it could be something more direct like absorbing Life essence through contact or something. Like a magic drain attack similar to the androids from DBZ or some equivalent. The stealing from Life is maybe... just a literal item teleportation ability? Like an actual Thief Rogue. Beyond that, she can probably bring people back to life once just like every other Life player ever.

Ross the Heir of Doom is, well, kind of a loser. but he doesn’t have to be. His main challenge is going to be realizing that his “One good daytm” isn’t just going to randomly show up. It’s something you have to work for. Once he does, he’ll probably be fine. Weirdly enough the fucking Doom player is likely the most competent out of everyone, which is really funny imo. His powers are uh. Well. One who inherits Doom/is protected by Doom. I’m shooting in the dark here despite there being a canon Heir of Doom. I’d say he maybe influences enemies to fight each other? At least early on during the passive protection phase. Later on once he awakens his powers he might be able to suck “Bad vibes” into himself, weakening his enemies and strengthening himself. That might be leeching into Thief territory but I wouldn’t know what else to say here honestly. Maybe he can fix things? Inheriting the Doom of something and taking the damage into himself? It’s up for debate.

Moving on to Kase, Seer of Rage. The dude’s probably a complete asshole. The kind that you question why you’re even friends with them. Probably racist but also hates people in general and claims that it’s OK because of that. Probably gets along really well with animals because of that too. He’s probably feeding into Odin’s insecurities, which, might actually be helping him stay until he’s really ready to time travel. But that’s not Kase’s intention (Ask him about it afterwards and he’ll claim otherwise forever.). He just want’s to be a dick and thinks being edgy or ironic is cool. As on who understands Rage he’s likely well aware that it can be useful in the right scenarios. Maybe he lets himself get taken by the berserker Rage at just the right moment and come back down afterwards. But he hasn’t really come down. You can’t just have a heart filled with Rage and hate and be a normal person the rest of the time. He can probably tell when it’s time for others to let loose as well. But likely has trouble convincing them. 

Kase and Ross probably get along really well.

Finally, we have Abby, the Witch of Hope. Honestly? She sounds really basic. She’s gotta be the most “Normal” person out of the bunch. Which, when your surrounded by weirdos, is a good thing. Everyone needs someone sane to fall back on and that’s definitely her. I imagine that’s how she manipulates Hope, just giving people some reference, some piece of mind, that they haven’t gone off the deep end. Or maybe that the have and need to rethink things. She’s probably the one that’ll help Odin figure his shit out. Maybe she drafts up a plan of events he should change. Then in the new timeline he seeks out her help again and repeats this until he can do things himself. While I don’t see her as the leader of the party, she is likely the anchor. She also probably will play a bog role in everyone else figuring out their shit too. Telling Ross to shut the fuck up, Kase to man up and do something, Luca to do something productive, Niko to call her when he the loneliness starts getting to him, just to talk. Her challenges likely revolve around realizing how important she is. After all, she’s just a shoujo protag, what can she do? Everyone is out there killing monsters or solving puzzles or hacking their alchemists. Ans she’s just a plain Jane. But that’s what makes her special. Her powers are probably basic hope lasers and maybe being good at giving speeches. 

So with that out of the way how would the actual session go? Well, I think there’s a lot of fighting. I imagine Kase wants to be the leader being the “Only one capable of it” and he’s not exactly wrong. But he’s also insufferable. So it doesn’t matter that he’s competent because nobody wants to listen to him. The only other options are Luca who everyone also likely can’t deal with for extended periods of time for previously stated reasons; or Niko, who is likely to busy with their own shit to also manage the party. So I think everyone has to meet up and decide that it’s probably best for Kase to be leader and that everyone should just agree to follow him and give him some advice where they can. Kase is probably actually competent. He’s likely a bad leader but an even worse follower. I can imagine him just ignoring anyone else as the leader and going off to do his own thing and fucking shit up. With him as the leader, not causing trouble and everyone else in a kind of, secret alliance I guess, the key players are going to be Odin and Abby. Odin needs to be able to fill his role or everyone dies. Simple as that. Abby needs to a) help him figure his shit out if he can’t on his own. And b) help ground everyone else (So they can solve their problems) and keep some semblance of sanity. If they can, there’s a solid shot at victory. If Odin dies before he can Time travel, well, I guess that’s that. There’s a lot of personal challenges to overcome based on a character’s classpect and I think it really comes down to, are these people/characters capable of growth? 

Hopefully the way I viewed the characters was how you wanted but with so little to go on I might have misinterpreted somethings. Either way this was fun!

[belliesandburps]

Bakugou’s Mukbang Stream (POV Stuffing Story)

(Yeah, after seeing that AWESOME comic by @calico807...I pretty much HAD to write this quickie up.  Also, dead serious, I still don’t QUITE know what Mukbang is or how it caught on, but any excuse to stuff angry bastards.  ‘XD)

Bored, you browsed YouTube, looking for some funny videos to kill time with before heading off to work.  Then, in your recommended videos, you saw something that made your heart skip a beat.

“K1NG EXPL0S10N’S B3NT0 Challenge”

You couldn’t click Play fast enough.

Eagerly, you sat up, getting excited by just how long the recent stream was.  Fortunately, Katsuki Bakugou had money, and had better equipment to record himself with than most Streamers and YouTubers.  You used to follow his Twitch Page...until he got banned for constantly screaming he’d kill the other players...and using his Quirk to explode his PS4 after getting killed by what he called a Lagswitcher...well, between frothing at the mouth, and other colorful choice words and threats...

Fortunately, Bakugou had given up gaming, in contrast to his buddy Red Riot who was having a blast streaming when he had the time between his hero duties and social life.  And instead, Bakugou had taken to other ventures to get views, showing off his quirks, streaming himself dominating in tournaments and various exams.  And the occasional Mukbang...your personal favorite of all of his videos. 

Bakugou was strong.  Angry.  And had a devastating Quirk.  But MAN could he pack it away like no one’s business.  The mere thought of it made you weak in the knees.  And the anticipation of the video starting wasn’t helping much.  It was still loading, and the very image you could see was the first frame of the video; Bakugou sitting on the ground, pointing aggressively at the camera.  He was wearing his favorite black Punisher T-Shirt with black jeans and was sitting cross-legged and barefoot on the floor.  In front of him, a 2 Liter Bottle of Cola and SEVERAL Bento Boxes...

...Maybe you shouldn’t have cheaped out on High Speed Connections...

Fortunately, by the Grace of God, the video FINALLY started.

“S’up, losers and extras!” Bakugou barked at the camera as he always did.  “King Explosion here.  And today, I’m tacklin’ the Dozen Bento Challenge.  Twelve Bento Boxes stuffed with beef teriyaki, teriyaki chicken, shrimp tempura and pork.  I picked all this up from some ‘who gives a shit’ hole-in-the-wall place.  Not too bad, but I’ve had better.”

Bakugou took his index finger and used it to pry his mouth open, showing off his sharp pearly whites and that gaping mouth of his, which he brought closer to the camera.  It was as if he was about to swallow his camera for a moment. As if you couldn’t swoon any more...

“All of it, down here!”  Bakugou insisted before sitting back and adding, “Oh, and yeah, I know I said ‘Red Riot’ was gonna join me fer this challenge, but that broke fuckin’ punk didn’t have enough on ‘im to get all twelve boxes’n I wasn’t about to cover him AGAIN.”

You couldn’t help but feel a LITTLE disappointed, considering Kirishima was also REALLY good at packing it away. 

But that disappointment was short lived when Bakugou barked back at the camera, “Enough talk!  Let’s fuckin’ do this!!”

And without a moments’ haste, Bakugou practically tore the first box open, grabbed his chopsticks, and started shoveling chicken teriyaki into his gaping maw.  Bakugou was like a machine.  He aggressively chomped down on whatever was in his mouth, gulped it down heartily, and shoveled more and more food into his maw, taking mere seconds to chew before dipping his head back and gulping heartily.  Your face grew flush when you saw a sizeable lump protrude from Bakugou’s throat, sliding down his neck as he swallowed.  On so many occasions, he’d swallowed down things so much bigger than that.  You WOULD make a comment on how it’s important to chew your food, but frankly, you were always glad when he didn’t.

Within no time at all, Bakugou had plowed through his first box, which would’ve satiated you for a good few hours.

Bakugou, meanwhile, was already digging into his second box like an animal.  He was just wolfing down his meal like he hadn’t eaten in ages.  Bakugou was kind of a messy eater.  He chomped and chomped on whatever he was eating, gulping it down simultaneously, and occasionally causing some crumbs and pieces to go flying.  But that was just how Bakugou rolled; domineering in life and as he ate.

After about four boxes passed, Bakugou leaned back and licked his sauce stained lips clean, before smacking them and grinning cockily back at the camera.  “Ahh, third’uh the way there already,” Bakugou said confidently, grinning toothily.  “Man, can you believe how many fuckin’ losers out there can only get through HALF’UH this shit before they start bitchin’ and moanin’ about their bellies achin’?”

Bakugou snorted then leaned back and in a move that startled you, pulled his shirt up, exposing his rock-hard abs to the camera.  And to make matters even worse, he grabbed his camera and lifted it up from the ground, pulling it towards his abdomen so you and the rest of his viewers like you could get a nice, good look at Bakugou’s bare stomach.

“See that?!  Third’uh the way in and I ain’t even CLOSE to full yet!” Bakugou barked cockily, slapping his belly firmly before running his free hand up and down his abs, occasionally patting it some more and letting you hear just how rock hard and firm Bakugou’s stomach was.  You were sweating bullets at the sight, feeling twitchy already. 

At the same time, you also couldn’t help but notice that Bakugou’s stomach was pushing out.  It was subtle but quite noticeable.  Considering the many occasions Bakugou had shown off his abs in over videos, you realized his six-pack appeared thinned out a bit, likely a result of packing away so much in so short an amount of time.  And his pants appeared to be getting a bit snug around the waistline.  In fact, the closer Bakugou held his camera up to his belly, the more you could notice an audible burbling emitting from his midsection.  Bakugou’s stomach was hard at work churning away the large quantity of food he’d ingested, and he was only a third of the way in.  It was enough to make you bite your lower lip eagerly.

But your observations were cut short when Bakugou pulled his shirt back down over his stomach and set the camera back into position.  Your heart sank a little when the focus went off, but mercifully, Bakugou caught this, cursed angrily, then fixed his camera so he was back in focus.  Bakugou was a perfectionist after all.  He was also more tech savvy than some others online who lacked a lot of the basics to deliver a competent stream.  Bakugou had it all.  1080p HD quality.  Crisp audio.  And an appetite to spare...

Said appetite was put to work when Bakugou once again started tearing into his next box of beef.  Even after four boxes, Bakugou was still going strong.  He packed it away one mouthful at a time, chomping down like a machine.  The blond teen greedily stuffed his craw with as much food as he could fit in his mouth all at once.  Then, he greedily chomped it down, dipped his head back and gulped thickly.  Once again, a thick, sizeable lump pushed out of Bakugou’s slender throat as he dipped his head back and gulped.  Bakugou grimaced and held a finger against the bulge, following it and pushing against it as it slid down his neck and vanished past that perfect chest of his.

After that, Bakugou was halfway in.  The boy grunted and exhaled for breath.  He smacked his lips again then unscrewed his soda bottle.  “Mph, that didn’t go down right.  Hold up.”

Your heart beat like a jackrabbit at this part.  Bakugou wrapped his lips around his soda bottle, dipped his head back, and started slugging his carbonated beverage down.  Your eyes were fixated on Bakugou’s throat as it bobbed in and out rapidly the more of his fizzy drink went down the pipe.  Bakugou chugged so hard that he crinkled his bottle up a little from sucking it down so intently. 

True to his perfectionist nature, once Bakugou started slugging down his drink, he wasn’t satisfied with but a few gulps.  No.  Instead, Bakugou started chugging down his fizzy beverage with hearty gusto, getting the drink down below the label before pulling it from his lips and gasping breathlessly.  The boy took a moment to catch his breath and screwed his bottle shut.  Then, Bakugou grimaced and rested his free hand against his stomach.

The part you were waiting for was coming up...quite literally...

"BEEEEEEEEELLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRP!!!”

“BLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRP!!”

“Burrrr-rrRUUUUUUP”

Bakugou clutched his stomach and let out a HUGE, tonsil-rattling belch.  One loud and long enough to roar from Bakugou’s maw for a few seconds straight.  And immediately followed it up with another sonorous belch right after, one considerably shorter, but still forceful and hefty.  And that too was followed up with a far less intense burp.  All the food downed at once accompanied by slugging down so much soda so quickly had built a carbonated surplus in Bakugou’s belly that needed release.

Your face burned bright red and your knees felt like jelly after such a perfect display.  This was DEFINITELY gonna be a video you downloaded for later, sufficed to say...

When the burping ceased, Bakugou sighed with relief and gave his gut a couple of hearty pats before once again rubbing his stomach up and down with his free hand.  Two boxes and a quarter of his soda later, and Bakugou’s belly was definitely getting more bloated, sticking out a little more notably than earlier.  It now looked like Bakugou’s shirt was just barely concealing his stomach.

“Oof!  Man,” Bakugou grunted, exhaling again before adding, “halfway in.  Let’s do this shit.” 

Bakugou’s pace was a bit slower when he moved onto his seventh box.  He was still packing it away like a champ.  And you knew with certainty yourself...and MOST people would be dead by this point in the Mukbang challenge.  But still, it was pretty apparent that Bakugou was pushing to his limit.  The boy stuffed down more and more food, plowing through his seventh box, and then his eighth.  Once again, Bakugou stopped to take a drink, still slugging his soda down, but with longer, more labored gulps.  Every so often, he’d stop drinking for a moment, even with his lips around the bottle.  You could actually hear Bakugou burp into his bottle periodically before going back to drinking more.  He downed his soda bottle to about half before setting the bottle down and screwing it shut.

Bakugou burped deeply into his fist, grimacing at how it came up, before thumping his chest a few times and letting out a deeper, much more guttural sounding belch.  Once again, Bakugou leaned back, one hand pressed against the ground for support while the other massaged his clearly aching belly. 

Your eyes wandered down to see how much more bloated Bakugou’s stomach appeared than it did moments earlier.  For starters, Bakugou’s shirt was being hiked up without prompting, exposing a sliver of his bare stomach, resting just below Bakugou’s belly button.  You could see Bakugou’s gut pushing out even more, pressing in what looked like an uncomfortably tight fit against the waistband of his pants.

“Oof, fuck, I’m gettin’ full,” Bakugou moaned, massaging his belly firmly with one hand with a rather groggy look on his face.  Bakugou took a deep breath, making his distended stomach stick out before falling in as he exhaled deeply.  Clearly, the tightness in his belly was cutting Bakugou’s breath short.  He just sat there on the ground, his legs stretched out, causing his bare feet to stick out towards the camera for a moment while Bakugou stretched out his toes and massaged his aching stomach.  

Again, Bakugou exhaled breathlessly, blowing in an exhausted manner.

“...Urgh, and before any’uh you losers get started, Kirishima probably could’uh beaten this challenge by now.  But that’s just cuz he uses his fuckin’ lame-ass Quirk to harden his gut.  Keeps him from gettin’ a bellyache...ya know, s’long as he REMEMBERS to use it, the fuckin’ idiot...” Bakugou growled in a strained voice.  You could see him starting to sweat a little from how full he was feeling.  His gut was looking drum tight.  After a sudden hiccup, Bakugou grimaced, hit his chest a few times, and exhaled again after clearing his windpipes.  The pressure on his esophagus had to be unbearable after a certain point. 

You’d have sympathized if you weren’t so utterly fixated on how drum tight Bakugou’s belly was looking, and how eager you were to see him hike his shirt up again to expose the full extent of his bloat.  A minute or so passed of Bakugou just leaning back and massaging his belly, trying to ease the cramp he was feeling.  Watching Bakugou rub away, you imagined yourself sitting there next to Bakugou.  He’d be moaning with delight as you gingerly massaged that aching belly of his, running your hands all across that taut middle in slow, circular motions, digging your fingers into that tight flesh and kneading the knots away.  What you’d pay just to be able to rub Bakugou’s belly, if only for a moment.  Oh, how these videos of his played with your imagination...

Then, Bakugou sat up a little again and held a fist to his mouth.  There was a strained but concentrated look on his face for a moment as he held that position.  You could hear a sudden gurgling emit from Bakugou’s gut, a deep, gastric one as his throat rippled a few times, as if Bakugou was gulping something that wasn’t there.  He was gulping a few more times until an even more strained look emerged on his face.  It was clear he was trying to work another burp out, but with how full he was, for a moment, it was hard for you to tell if Bakugou was about to burp or lose his lunch...and you were only interested in seeing one of those things...

Then, after a few uninterrupted seconds of this, Bakugou pulled his hand away from his mouth and expelled a long, thunderous belch.

“BWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR-URRR-OOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAUUUUUURRRRP!!!!!”

Bakugou let out what had to be the single biggest burp you’d ever bared witness to.  It rumbled out of his gaping maw for a solid nine seconds straight, and was loud enough to make you turn down your volume as you watched.  You even saw a few flicks of saliva fly out of Bakugou’s mouth in the wake of that monster. 

Words could not even describe how utterly smitten you were in that moment...

When that massive burp finally tapered off, Bakugou gasped breathlessly, rolling his head back and sighing with blissful relief, letting his tongue hang out of his maw like a happy dog.

“Oorf, fuck me,” Bakugou moaned, slapping his belly firmly, and allowing you to hear just how tight and jam-packed it was.  “GOD, I needed that...”

Bakugou simply sat there for a moment, catching his breath as his distended midsection rose and fell with each labored breath he took.  But unlike before, there was this look of bliss on his face, like a lot of pressure had been relieved all at once.  Then, Bakugou sat up again and faced the remaining boxes.

“Ahh, well, hehe, guess that made some extra room,” Bakugou flashed a wink back at the camera then gave his bloated gut a few more pats, making himself hiccup in the process.  “Mph, and now, for the rest...”

Bakugou was beyond full at this point.  But he wasn’t a quitter.  Never was.  Never would be.  So, slowly but surely, he polished off his next Bento Box.  His face turned green a few times the more he ate.  On multiple occasions, he looked like he was about to vomit from how overstuffed he was.  But whenever he had that look, Bakugou would stop, take a breath, wait until the food settled in his overtaxed stomach, and resume eating.  Every so often, Bakugou would knead his gut and belch periodically to make as much room in his belly as he could.  But no matter how full he got, he kept on pushing through.

The more Bakugou ate, the heavier and tighter his belly got.  His shirt was now hiking well above his belly button, but Bakugou’s midsection was so tight, he just pulled his shirt up and exposed the entirety of his belly and left it that way as he ate.  As such, you could practically see it expanding little by little with each labored gulp Bakugou took. 

At one point during his eleventh box, Bakugou had stop.  He couldn’t eat another bite until he relieved some of the constriction against his belly.  Bakugou had gotten so bloated that his stomach was being constricted tightly against his pants.  So, Bakugou fumbled a bit trying to unbutton his pants, which were now tightly pressed against his midsection.  Once more, you imagined yourself fumbling around with Bakugou’s waistband, and the image and thought of it made your cheeks heat up.

But with some doing, Bakugou managed, and almost immediately, his immensely bloated gut pushed out even more.  It pushed out to the point of completely unzipping Bakugou’s pants and exposing his boxers.  Like a dam had been breached, Bakugou’s stomach surged out by a few inches, making Bakughou sigh with great relief, almost going cross-eyed at how liberating that feeling felt.  You leaned in closer, because Bakugou’s belly looked bigger than you’d ever seen it before in that moment.  Oh, how you wanted your hands all over it, ten fold now...

Bakugou, meanwhile, soldiered on, resuming the eating challenge.

Finally, after several minutes, the last empty Bento box clattered onto the ground next to the other eleven boxes.  Bakugou had polished off TWELVE Bento boxes in just over half an hours’ time.  To mark his celebration, Bakugou clutched his belly with his free hand, and held his free fist up in victory, letting out a GIANT victory burp to seal his successful feat.

You were DEFINITELY gonna download this for later...

“Urgh, fuckin’ FINALLY,” Bakugou said in a hoarse voice, before dropping both hands against his immensely bloated stomach.  His abs were practically non-existent at this point.  It looked like Bakugou had swallowed an entire watermelon.  Even without touching it, you could see just how firm and taut it appeared to be.  Bakugou just exhaled in an exhausted manner and leaned back, massaging his rounded belly with both hands.  “Urrf, well, kicked the challenge right in the ass.  Twelve Bento boxes...right here,” Bakugou growled in an exhausted manner, patting his gut firmly for emphasis. 

Bakugou then reached over to grab his camera and focused it directly onto his large, immensely bloated abdomen.  He ran his free hand all across it as the camera picked up the intense, deeply acidic sounding gurgles burbling out from Bakugou’s gut. 

“Ugh, fuck, I’m stuffed,” Bakugou choked back, as he showed off the full extent of his bloat.  As his camera circulated, he focused the camera to catch his immensely bloated belly from every single angle.  From the front, you could see just how much deeper Bakugou’s belly button appeared to be from how much his stomach was pushing out.  The upper and side angles showed the fuller extent of just how far his gut was sticking out.  And the lower angle almost obstructed all of Bakugou’s face because of how much his belly was taking up the camera. 

And the closer the camera got to his gut, the more you could hear it burbling away like a cement mixer.  You swooned as you imagined yourself resting your head against Bakugou’s belly, listening to it churn and gurgle away intensely while you idly rubbed away.  Ohhh the things you’d give...

“This is how ya do a fuckin’ challenge, nerds.  No pussying out.  No quittin’ half way ‘cuz it’s too fuckin’ hard or some bullshit.  Ya just power through it’n eat like ya ain’t...orf...”

Bakugou’s words trailed off for a moment, and then...

“BWWWEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRP!!!!”

Another titanic belch blasted out of Bakugou’s mouth while he was holding the camera towards his stomach.  Due to how close he was when he burped, the sound was so aggressive that it made the audio on Bakugou’s camera clip a little.  It was a surefire indicator of just how utterly stuffed Bakugou was.

You heard Bakugou groan with relief after then smack his chops off camera.

“Oof!  Yeah, yeah, I know you fuckin’ weirdos liked that,” Bakugou commented, smacking his lips with a mixture of an annoyed yet amused tone in his voice describing some of the ‘weirdos’ who watched his Mukbang videos and always seemed most obsessed with Bakugou’s burping talents. 

Sadly, you were one of those weirdos...

“*HIC!*  Urgh, but hey, views’re views.  So...Urrr...urr-OOOOOOOORRRRRP!  Guh!  URP!  Fuck...anyway, you losers know the drill by now.  Like, subscribe, hit that stupid fuckin’ bell option bullshit on the side ‘cuz YouTube’s algorithm’s a complete piece’uh shit that can go fuckin’ die.  And don’t forget...”

This time, Bakugou pulled the camera back up to his face and held it up as he angrily and cockily pointed at the lens.

“King Explosion’s Number One, losers!”

And with that, Bakugou smashed the stop button on his camera, and the video drew to a close.  You were beyond flustered, smitten and turned on at this point.  But before you got to work downloading the video, you did as Bakugou requested, gave it a thumbs up...and hit the Notification Icon.  Because this was the first time in ages any of Bakugou’s videos even showed up in your notification inbox.

...Seriously, as turned-on as you were by that lengthy Mukbang video, Bakugou was right on the money.

YouTube’s algorithm can go die.

[green-has-moved-to-another-blog]

i just came back from bmc

- jeremy's computer has a steven universe sticker

- jEREMY CANONLY WATCHES SU

- wHAT A WEEB I LOVE HIM

- jeremy actually put lotion on his hand when he says "im waitin for my porno to load"

- mICHAEL HAS A PRIDE PATCH

- hE ALSO SAYS "MY MOMS WOULD BE SO PROUD" CKDNCJDMJGVHCDN WHAT AN ICON

- Chloe's little "haha i like gay ppl" in more than survive mcndncbsjgjcbch

- jEREMY LOOKS SO SAD NEAR THE END OF MORE THAN SURVIVE JCNDNCNDJCJDG BBY LEMME GIVE YOU A HUG

- cHRISTINE IS ME IM KIN VCJDCHDHTGJ WE BOTH LOVE THEATRE, WE BOTH HAVE AD(H)D, AND SHE EVEN HAS MY PERSONALITY!!!

- PLUS HER NAME IS ONE LETTER AWAY FROM MY NAME IRL!!!

- not actually part of the musical but rich was spitting everywhere in the squip song jvjdjcjsjvorhcjdg ur doing amazing sweetie

- apparently the squip song jumps dIRECTLY INTO two player game???

- the way michael and jeremy say "is it really true,,,,, im your faaaaavorite person???" "yEAH!! :DDD we're neeever not gonna be a team" is so cute cjcncjdjvucbf idek why?? it just is and it can't really be explained through text im sorry!!!

- "what does it even taste like???" "G H O S T S"

- i ALMOST SCREAMED WHEN SQUIP APPEARED CBNSHXSKJVBCD MY FRIEND AND I HAD TO HOLD ONTO EACH OTHER FOR SUPPORT

- hE'S SO HOT I NUTTED ON THE SPOT

- also squip's outfits are all white vhjfjcsjlcdng that man is really out here lookin like rk900

- tbh i like jeremy's eminem shirt in this version better than in the og

- jEREMY DOES THE BEST FUCKIN POSE WHEN SQUIP TELLS HIM "no, stop" IN BE MORE CHILL PART 1 VHDHHCJSJCJG WHAT A MODEL

- squip looks so disappointed when jeremy tells brooke he has to meet up with michael

- ngl brooke is kinda,,,,, hOT when she dances in do you wanna ride cjcghcslchrhcb my bi ass was sweating the whole time

- i expected the beginning of be more chill part 2 to be more angsty but jeremy just sounded so confused ckjcjrghckeixehb me too jeremy

- "ohhhhhhh everything abt you is so terrible" "everything abt me is so terrible???"

- jeremy tucking himself into bed with his school clothes still on is a mood

- "jeremy are you talking to yourself???" "i,,,,,,, guess i am"

- squip kills eminem what the fukc

- SQUIP'S FACE WHEN CHRISTINE SAYS SHE'S INTO JAKE GJHOSBCKEBCGNCJ

- "wE GOTTA!!! GET STONED IN MY BASEMENT!!! :DDD!!!"

- i love my son michael sm

- LOSER GEEK WHATEVER IS THE NEW SONG THEY ADDED!!! IT COMES AFTER UPGRADE AND IT'S SO GOOD CJDBCSJCNSJCG IT GIVES YOU MORE INSIGHT AS TO WHY JEREMY WANTS TO BE POPULAR AND GJCHSCJRJCHSJF I NEED THIS SONG ON THE OFFICIAL SOUNDTRACK RN

- sO MUCH SHIT HAPPENS IN HALLOWEEN

- i want jeremy's halloween costume

- jAKE DRESSES UP AS THOMAS JEFFERSON FROM HAMILTON GJCJDKXBSJCGNX

- I FELT PHYSICAL PAIN WHEN CHRISTINE WHEN UP TO JAKE BUT HE BRUSHES HER OFF AND DOESNT EVEN RECOGNIZE HER COSTUME FJCJDJVJDJCSLNG MY DAUGHTER DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

- rICH FUCKING FLEXING ON THE DANCE FLOOR

- rICH HIGH FIVED EVERYONE IN THE FRONT ROW SEAT CJDBCJEJVTHCGM MY FRIEND AND I WERE IN THE SECOND TO FRONT ROW AND IM SO JEALOUS BC GOD WE WISH THAT WAS US VJFJCJFJGKVJD

- jAKE DABS

- jeremy and christine making sounds at each other on the couch is a big mood and also thats something i have done irl

- JEREMY AND MICHAEL ARGUING IN THE BATHROOM BREAKS MY HEART

- MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM SHATTERS MY SOUL GHWHDJEHCJENFJ BBY LEMME HUG YOU

- rich having actual s l o b b e r coming out of his mouth while screaming abt mountain dew red

- iN THE SMARTPHONE HOUR LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE CAST DRESSED AS FEMALES CMGJCJFJCJRJGH HOLY SHIT IM DECEASED

- "i know abt everyone but no one knows abt me,,,," "cool drink this!!"

- jeremy yelling at his dad makes me go :(((

- jEREMY'S DAD FINDING MICHAEL DOING DRUGS AND TELLING HIM TO STOP BURNING INSENCSE JCJDJFJEJVJTCJH

- "MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!!!" I LOST IT CJDNJCDJHCHDFJ I LOVE MY SON SM

- jeremy's fight with michael (while he tries to get the mountain dew red) looks so fake cncjdhcjdbgbcfg thanks i love it

- "oh my god im totally bi" RICH YOU BICON I FUKCING LOVE YOU BBY

- rICH ASKS JEREMY IF MICHAEL IS SINGLE JFJCJJDJVJDBCHD RICH X MICHAEL IS CANON

- squip dying is just,,,,,, top 10 saddest amine deaths

- vOICES IN MY HEAD IS GOOD SHIT I LOVE MY CHILDREN (and squip,,,, my husband) SM!!!

- iN CONCLUSION IM GONNA DIE AND BMC KILLED ME BCBSHCJFJVHXHGHG

bonus:

- my friend and i got to sit in the second to first row so we had the Full Experience™

- that included watching everyone on stage sweat and spit everywhere jgjchsclwhcrbcgh

- iN LOSER GEEK WHATEVER, WILL R (jeremy's actor) LOOKED DIRECTLY AT ME AS I STRAIGHT UP CLUTCHED MY HEART AND WENT INTO CARDIAC ARREST VJFBCJDJHCKDBG

- jeremy doesnt say kinky vjdbcjdgkchf this is so sad squip play michael in the bathroom

- ok this wasnt a script change or anything bUT SQUIP TRIPS ON JAKE'S CRUTCHES AND FALLS ON HIS ASS BHCGBHGFHGFXDSDF I LOVE HIM

- my playbill was signed by everyone except christine and rich aND IM RIOTING

- jk pranked vjxghcgdhfgit it isnt their fault or anything!!! i just couldnt get to them in time