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hauntedestheart · 7 months

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Team Meeting (Male Possession)

As captain of his college football team, Jayvon had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. Not only was he expected to be the coach's right hand man and keep the team running like a machine on the field, he also had to make sure that the team behaved themselves off the field as well, which was why the team decided that he should be the one to break "the news" at the next post-practice meeting.

"Championship is on the horizon team," Jayvon addressed his teammates, bellowing loudly so the sweaty young men would pay attention. "This is what all of us have been dreaming about since we picked up the ball back in high school, a chance to get that trophy and be the best team in the country. So I need everyone on their A-game." He paused expectantly. "Anything you wanna share with the team Kyle?"

All eyes went to to Kyle, the handsome running back, who was at that moment distracted by the surreptitious flexing he was doing of his sizeable right bicep. He giggled under his breath, one hand squeezing at the swell of muscle, but at the sound of his name he quickly lowered his hands to his sides and looked up sheepishly.

"Me?" Kyle asked, confused, and he dusted his hands off on his sides. "Uh, no, I think you said it all. Just, you know, go team!"

The young man gave a few small claps and then threw his fist in the air like a cheerleader, a rather dainty looking motion that elicited groans from his teammates. Jayvon bent his head and pinched the brim of his nose, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"Benicio, we know it's you in there," he grumbled, fixing a tired stare onto the sandy haired boy in front of him.

From the outside, he looked just like the same strapping running back who had been a valuable member of the team for the past three years. But Jayvon was certain there was someone else inside, and he had the whole team backing him up on that.

Kyle flinched and a look of shock crossed his face for a moment, but then he scoffed and crossed his arms. "Wh- what are you guys talking about?"

"Cut the crap Ben, we know you stole Kyle's body," one of the other team members called out, and Jayvon shot the speaker a stern look.

"I'll handle this guys," Jayvon assured them, and then he turned his attention back to the impostor in their midst. "Ben, don't bother pretending, everybody's figured it out by now. You've done a terrible job of acting like Kyle."

"Excuse me?" Kyle gasped and splayed one hand out across his chest dramatically- something Jayvon knew the real Kyle would never do. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're literally wearing a crop top," Jayvon pointed out. "When have you ever seen Kyle wear a crop top?"

Kyle glanced down at the thin grey crop top he was wearing- sleeveless, so as to show off his powerful arms, and just short enough that it would flare up and reveal tantalizing glimpses of his abs as he ran. A slutty choice for workout gear clearly meant to draw the eyes, and very unlike the Kyle everyone knew.

"Maybe I just wanted a change," Kyle tugged at the hem of the shirt, one of his hands moving instinctively to slide over the ridges of his tight six pack. "I've got these great abs, why wouldn't I want to show them off?"

"Even if I believed that, you don't know any of the plays," Jayvon continued, and the rest of the team mumbled their agreement. "Kyle has the playbook memorized front to back and yet you can barely catch a ball."

Kyle crossed his arms and shuffled in place, his meek and insecure body language a stark contrast to his heavily muscular form.

"Brain fart?" He protested weakly, the sweat on his head unrelated to the heavy workout he'd just participated in. "So I've been having a few off-games, that doesn't mean I've been body snatched."

"And dude, I'm just gonna say it," Jayvon shook his head- he'd hoped he wouldn't have to bring this one up. "You've done a terrible job of concealing your boners in the showers. Did you think we wouldn't notice that thing swinging around? It's kinda hard to miss."

Jayvon shuddered when he thought back over the behavior Kyle had demonstrated over the last few weeks in the locker room- no one had been able to miss how the running back had suddenly begun regularly sporting massive wood, or how his usual cursory post-game showers had transformed into almost hour long self-worship sessions where he loving rubbed soap into every nook and cranny of his chiseled body. Fortunately no one on the team had reported "Kyle" for any sort of harassment, but Jayvon had been forced to remind him several times that it was not okay to jack off in the community showers.

"Okay, so, I'm virile. I'm a college football player, that's normal!" Kyle frowned and tucked his hands in front of his crotch protectively, attempting to conceal the fact that his dick was already at half mast. The bulge bouncing around in his shorts was another sign that it was an impostor- the real Kyle always wore a cup. "And what, I can't be gay?"

"You can," Jayvon spat on the grass. "But Kyle isn't. Kyle doesn't have a limp wrist. Kyle doesn't stare at everyone's dicks in the shower. And Kyle definitely doesn't go out to gay bars on the weekend, tell everyone his name is Benicio, and offer to let dudes grab his ass in exchange for free shots." Jayvon watched as Kyle's body froze, and he knew he'd hit the mark. "Yeah that's right, my cousin saw you last week. Really Ben?"

Ben finally dropped the act and relaxed, popping out one of his hips and placing his hands on his waist. Everyone recognized the posture of the gay young man who had been attending classes with them for the past four years- only now, he had the face and body of a football hunk.

"Oh, what, so I'm just supposed to pay for drinks when I have a dumpy like this?" Ben rolled his eyes and arched his back, baring Kyle's prodigious bubble butt demonstratively. "As if!"

Everyone on the team erupted into chatter at that, but a quick look from Jayvon silenced them.

"I don't even want to know how," Jayvon frowned and fixed his gaze on Ben. "Just... why?"

"Why do you think?" Ben rolled his eyes. With one hand he lifted up the hem of his crop top, exposing his sweaty torso for the world to see, and the other hand slapped at one of his meaty pecs. "Look at all this body! Kyle is the hottest guy on the team, AND he was a total jackass so I didn't feel bad about doing it. Can you blame me for wanting to have a little bit of fun?"

Jayvon instinctively averted his eyes from the amateur strip show in front of him and cleared his throat.

"Okay, well, you've had your fun," he said. "Now it's time to let him go."

"Are you guys threatening me?" Ben shrunk backwards a bit, glancing around nervously at the pack of ripped men surrounding him, and he seemed to be trying to cram Kyle's hulking body into as little space as possible. "Are you guys gonna like, beat me up? Because I'm warning you, this body has really big muscles so I'm super strong right now and I'll-"

"No one is threatening anything," Jayvon interrupted. "Right boys?"

Everyone on the team voiced their agreement, and Ben relaxed a bit. Jayvon took a cautious step forwards and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, his voice lowering like he was talking to a frightened animal.

"Look, Ben, everyone here likes you," Jayvon continued. "You seem like a cool dude other than... you know, stealing this guy's body and whoring it out to dudes. And god knows that Kyle could be a bit of an asshole. But he's one of our best running backs and we need him for the season, okay? So we all agreed to just look the other way and let you dip out of him, no questions asked. Otherwise we'll have to go to the authorities with what we know. That sounds fair, right?"

"But-" Ben's lip quivered and tears welled up in his eyes. "But he's so hot! I've never gotten this much dick in my life. I feel so sexy when I'm inside of him, I love being a big strong football guy!"

Jayvon shook his head. "You don't like being a big strong football guy, Ben. You hate football," he said bluntly. "You've showed no interest in it at all since stealing Kyle's body, all you're really interested in is having big muscles and a big dick. You can find somebody else to do that- let Kyle go."

"Well, I was getting tired of having to act masc all the time..." Ben chewed his lip for a moment, mulling over his options, and then he sighed. "Fine! I'll let him go. Just..." Ben glanced around the circle of boys hesitantly, then back to Jayvon. "Can I have a second to say goodbye?"

Jayvon released his shoulder and took a step back, giving a little shrug in confirmation, and immediately Ben's hands were all over Kyle's body. Shamelessly, in front of the entire team, he shoved one hand down the front of his pants, eyes squinting shut with pleasure as he threw his head back and groaned.

"This thing is so sensitive, you guys have no idea," he announced, and all of the other boys shuffled uncomfortably.

Ben's hands continued their farewell tour of Kyle's body, tracing a path up his abs to his bulging pecs, and he gave a little squeak of excitement when he tweaked one of his nipples. The hand remained there, thumb stroking at the peak of pink flesh, and then the other hand darted up and grabbed the other pectoral and he squished the two of them together, giving a little giggle as he did so.

He released his chest and slid his hands back down his body, migrating south until he reached the swell of meat that jutted out from his backside.

"And I think I'll miss you most of all..." he muttered, his fingers digging deep into the pillowy flesh of Kyle's ass one last time. Ben glanced up at Jayvon expectantly, the excitement in his eyes a strange juxtaposition to the massive cock staining the front of his shorts. "Can I rub one out? Just for the road?"

"Okay, that's enough of that," Jayvon coughed awkwardly, deciding that it was best to interrupt this before it went any further. He cleared his throat, mustered up all the authority he had as captain, and clapped his hands. "Here's what's gonna happen now: we're gonna close our eyes, I'm gonna count to ten, and when I open them, Kyle is gonna be Kyle, okay?"

Ben gave out a sigh, nodded, and then Jayvon stuck his hand in the air and began the countdown. All eyes went shut and everyone listened to the booming sound of Jayvon's voice.

"Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three..."

Jayvon stumbled and paused in the count early, but everyone opened their eyes two seconds later anyways. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on Kyle's body. The young man was standing in the exact same spot he had been before, but now he wore a look of utter confusion on his face.

"How did I get on the field? What am I wearing?" Kyle groaned as he rubbed at his head, and then he shifted his hips and winced. "And what the fuck happened to my ass?"

Everyone on the team erupted into cheers and they rushed in towards their teammate, patting him on the back and giving him warm wishes on his return. He glanced around, still unsure where he was or what was happening, and his eyes locked onto his captain Jayvon. Jayvon grinned back at him triumphantly.

"Great job everybody, now that that's taken care of, hit the showers!" Jayvon called out, and the men of the football team cheered and took off for the locker rooms with a very confused Kyle trailing behind.

One of the team members stopped, noticing that Jayvon hadn't moved to follow them, and he called over to his captain.

"Hey Jay, are you coming?" He asked, and Jayvon shook his head.

"No, no, I think I'm gonna head out actually," Jayvon said, rubbing at his chest. "Something just came up."

The teammate shrugged and turned to jog away, completely missing the sight of Jayvon tugging his shorts forwards and peeking down at his crotch.

"I can work with this..." Ben grinned.

#male possession

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mayflora-18 · 12 days

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Incorrect CoD Quotes #4

(Warning: mild swearing)

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Sherlock: *slurring* I just inhaled an entire can of Febreeze and I am tripping balls right now

Ghost: Fucking hell! Why would you do that?!

Sherlock: Better question is why am I still alive?

Gaz: 😰

Soap: I like her.

~~~>

Ghost: I am this 🤏 close to finding a bridge or tall building and seeing if I can fly. If I can, cool. If I can’t, even better.

Price: Ghost no.

Ghost: Ghost yes!

~~~>

Price: Do you remember that kid you kicked in the face last week?

Soap: Which one? I kicked, like, three.

Price: The one who-

Price:

Soap:

Price: I’m sorry WHAT-

~~~>

Sherlock: Somebody stole my antidepressants. Whoever you are, I hope you’re fucking happy.

Ghost: *somewhere in a corner, giggling to himself like a madman*

~~~>

Ghost: What do you call a man with a shovel in his head?

Soap: … What?

Ghost: An ambulance immediately.

Soap: -_-

Ghost: *slapping his knee*

~~~>

Graves: My house, my rules.

Alejandro:

Alejandro: *pulls out a knife* My knife, your life.

Rudy: Oh, ohh.

~~~>

Graves: I have a gun.

Ghost: I have missiles.

Graves: I have a Death Star.

Ghost: I have Shadow Company. I’ve got Shadow Company.

Graves: Oh you wanna be like that, I have Soap.

Ghost: *smirks* I have your browser history.

Graves:

Graves: Touché.

~~~>

Price: *singing* Castaways. We are castaways -

Laswell: Can you stop? We’re literally at Shepherd’s funeral.

Soap and Gaz: *trying not to laugh*

Laswell: Okay now -

Ghost: *continues singing* Passed away. He has passed a-

Soap and Gaz: *wheezing*

~~~>

Graves: *yelling at Shepherd* You are making $500,000 and you were only going to pay me 30?!

Laswell: You’re getting 30 grand?! I’m getting a thousand!

Price: *confused*

Price: You guys are getting paid?

~~~>

Makarov: Who the fuck are you?

Sherlock: I’m the person that’s gonna cut your dick off and glue it to your forehead so you look like a limp dick unicorn. That’s who the fuck I am!

Makarov: 😳

Nikolai: *wiping a tear from his eye* So proud.

~~~>

Sherlock: Rur~

Gaz: What sound is that?

Sherlock: A dyanasaur.

Gaz: A what?

Sherlock: Dyanasaur.

Gaz: It’s a what?

Sherlock: Dyanasaur.

Gaz: Make the sound again.

Sherlock: Rur~

Gaz: Oh, you’re talking about them things from Jurasissi Parac!

~~~>

Ghost: I’m so fucking ugly.

Soap: Shut the fuck up!

Ghost: *snort*

Soap: You think this is a fucking game?!

Ghost: *continues to laugh* Shut up. Stop it.

Soap: Stop fucking saying that shit.

Ghost: Tell me I’m beautiful.

Soap: You’re fucking gorgeous.

~~~>

Alejandro: You’re dumb.

Valeria: . . . I don’t like your hair.

Alejandro: *gasps dramatically* Dios mío, she went there!

~~~>

(I know I said I would post the next fact drop yesterday but I had forgotten that I had a date with my boyfriend 😬. Please accept this token of gratitude for your guys’ patience and the promise of a fact drop later tonight.)

#call of duty #call of duty oc #incorrect call of duty quotes #incorrect cod quotes #task force 141 #cod sherlock #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #inspired by youtube #john price #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #kate laswell #vladimir makarov #valeria garza #fact dropping

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iovemoonyy · 1 year

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Diego lainez bf - wearing his jesery to his game and him dedicating a goal to you making you go crazy and love him even more pls

— ☆ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 !!

diego lainez x fem!reader

sypnosis; you wear diego's jersey to his game and he dedicates a goal to you making you fall in love with him once again.

warnings; none, just pure fluff, short

authors note; so sorry for taking so long to post this, I've been having horrible writers block but I decided to work through it. hope you enjoy it !!

navigation. soccer player masterlists.

you had been choosing an outfit to wear to you boyfriend's soccer game against usa. you had ultimately decided on wearing his jersey. you could already imagine the huge smile on his face at the sight of you wearing his jersey when he looks at you sitting in the bleachers.

you paired the jersey with some jeans and pinned your hair up with a clip. you grabbed everything you needed before leaving the house and driving to the stadium, diego was already there due to him having to be their early. you had finally got to the stadium and you were sitting on the bleachers next to Karla, Memo's wife.

ever since you'd known her, you admired her and Memo's relationship. the way they were with each other was so precious and wholesome. It was as if no matter how much time passed, they're love only got stronger by the day.

of course, you knew what that type of love felt like but you were still young but you only hoped that you and Diego would make that far in your relationship and even more. you loved him so much and losing him was never something you could imagine. you couldn't even imagine your life before he came in it.

three years ago when you met him through mutual friends, immediately hitting it off well. for months after that night, all you could do was text each other. you started hanging out then going on dates and soon enough he had worked up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend.

you, of course, said yes to him. how could you not, he was an amazing guy. he had every quality that only someone so perfect could have. he was sweet, caring, a gentleman, respectful, attractive. he was quite literally perfect in your eyes.

it was almost the end of the game, diego had looked your way multiple times but none of his reactions gave you a hint that he noticed the jersey yet. he had been very concentrated on the game and he had been doing amazing. the game was tied with with both teams having two points.

a player from usa had the ball with diego hot on his heels. one of diego's teammates went to get steal the ball but instead just bumped into the usa player. that ended up with diego getting the ball since the usa player had been pushed away from it.

diego ran with ball, with only 1 minute left of the game. he ran as fast a possible to the goal, 45 seconds. a player tried to stealing the ball only for diego to pass it to his teammate, 30 seconds. he continued running towards the goal and his teammate passed the ball towards him again seeing he had a clear shot, 15 seconds.

diego caught the ball and before he kicked it towards the goal he looked over at you and winked, making you smile and blush like crazy. he then kicked the ball hoping that it made it in before the time ran out. right as the clock hit one, the ball made it into the net, securing mexico's win. you and Karla stood up cheering as loud as possible.

diego looked up and scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on you. he smiled so brightly at you, you could've sworn his cheeks probably hurt. he finally took in your appearance and realized that you had his jersey on. his heart almost burst but his stare was cut short when his teammates all ran towards him.

they all congratulated him on the goal and then they headed towards the lockers to get ready to leave with their families. you and karla waited for most people to leave then headed towards the lockers to wait for your lovers.

the both of you watched as players slowly started headed out, biding you goodbye after you congratulated them. memo and diego soon enough came out as well. after you and diego said your goodbyes to the couple, they headed out as well.

you could feel diego staring at you so you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, "what?" he smiled at you, his eyes filled with you so much love at he took in your appearance once again, "you look so beautiful with my jersey on."

you smiled at him, "I knew you'd love it." he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together as you both started walking out the stadium. "I very much do love it, amor," a slight blush covered your cheeks at the pet name he loved to call you so much. "you did so good today, you know. I'm really proud of you."

he smiled softly at your words, "well there was this really gorgeous girl out in bleachers so I had to impress her." you raised your eyes brows in a teasing manner, "oh yeah, do you think you impressed her enough to get her attention?"

he smirked, "oh yeah. she told me she was really proud of me." this moment was so simple but yet to the both of you it felt so special. you were both so young and in love. this was one special moment from many to come in the many years you two would spend together.

#iovemoonyy #diego lainez #fanfiction writer #soccer #football #mexico #diego lainez imagine #diego lainez x reader

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spontaneousglitterbees · 1 year

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It's been mentioned that Kokichi has some phantom pains and he has clear mobility issues (love that btw as someone who uses a cane), so I was curious how the rest of the class is doing in that regard. Does Kaito ever struggle to breathe or have coughing fits? Do Rantaro and Angie get migraines?

[Talent Acquisition Pilot Program AU Masterpost]

This one. This one got away from me.

tl;dr: Absolutely, Anon, we are on very similar pages! This ask really got me thinking about how the whole TAPP!cast is doing fresh out of the Killing Game. Every student in Class 79 is going through something, about now, be it physical or mental; in fact, it’s usually both.

Also: for sure, I want to try and be relatively true-to-life with their struggles, especially Kokichi’s. I write from personal experience living with chronic pain, but haven’t used a cane before. Apologies if I miss the mark at any point.

Obligatory disclaimer: I am not a healthcare professional of any kind and the AU’s premise is largely sci-fi, so there may be inaccuracies. That said, I am fascinated with biomechanics and always looking to learn, so I’m trying to keep things at least semi-plausible.

Full spoilers for Danganronpa V3 (and some for the end of SDR2) ahead!

Very Long Loredump (~6.2k words) under the cut:

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?

Everyone is traumatized. That much is obvious, sure, but the Talent Acquisition Pilot Program (TAPP) is a virtual reality simulator based on the bones of the Neo World Program (NWP). In much the way SDR2’s NWP is purported to replicate death in the simulation in the players’ real bodies, the TAPP simulation is built to alter the brain chemistry of its participants. TAPP builds muscle memory and ‘burns’ new neural pathways to a participant’s Default Mode Network (DMN), a collective term for parts of the brain responsible for letting us “autopilot” common tasks like riding a bike or typing on a keyboard. The V3 cast’s experiences in the simulation impact their real bodies in a very literal sense to ‘speedrun’ them through orientation at Hope’s Peak and mainstream them in the curriculum as quickly as possible so its researchers can start collecting useful data on the merits of HPA for investors.

The problem is, nobody programming TAPP anticipated they would start killing each other.

Class 79 were the first human test subjects for the program with zero peer review or board approval, of course, because HPA is morally dubious and can pass off “dude, trust me” as genuine credentials to several world governments. Even if this massive oversight was not noticed until after the fact, V1 of TAPP did at least include one quasi-safety feature: if any player became “significantly injured”, that player would be ejected from the simulation. Everyone else would be locked in the simulation (in case one of them was involved and tried to evade consequences) until an administrator could come and manually assess the situation. In theory, the physically-unharmed student could rejoin the simulation once the conflict was resolved.

But TAPP was built to write data to the brain. It was not built to identify what data it’s actually writing, and cannot differentiate between playing the piano and getting smashed in a hydraulic press. Data is data.

It does not help that Team Danganronpa (the group of Reserve Course kids, including Tsumugi) are foolish teenagers entirely unaware of this, assuming that “none of it is real, so none of it will actually matter! we’re just scaring them!” While skimming through the code and thoroughly Knowing Not What They Do, they manage to remove any defined cap for what constitutes ‘significant injury’ before player ejection. The only flag that can set it off is a lack of any other player flags. Virtual death.

This is where Rantaro earns the title of “Ultimate Survivor”. The shotput ball put him down too quickly for the damage to be fully reflected in his physical body, so he managed to get ejected with post-concussive symptoms, short-term memory issues, and persistent migraines instead of fully dying. Were his method of death much slower, he’d likely have been screwed (and wouldn’t have Komaeda’s luck cycle to save him).

Time scales differently in TAPP than in the physical world; while Rantaro’s been at the virtual Academy for several days, the students have been strapped in their pods for a few hours at most. Between the Responsible Older Sibling Energy seared over the person he may have been before and an extant knack for escape room puzzles, Amami is The Man with the skills and motivation to call in backup.

It’s a good thing he did, too! Their “observer”, having tired of watching a bunch of students play the piano and run around outside, only figures out something has gone horribly wrong the moment Rantaro practically busts down the door. The next tense hour-plus is spent doing damage control and imposing limits on the code of the simulation to prevent TAPP from letting the students actually die. Unfortunately, the TDR kids and their takeover took a sizeable chunk out of the spaghetti code holding the whole thing together in their haste. TDR, with proposed talents like Ultimate Cosplayer on their side, are primarily concerned with artistry and are only competent-enough programmers. As a result, there is no obvious way to manually override the lock completely and just let the students out without significant defragging, even as TDR members are still actively messing with the code, and who knows how long that will take. (About 6-ish chapters)

Instead, for now, they’ll have to settle for putting as many programming-adjacent talents as possible on the case and exploit a loophole that panicking overseer managed to write: if the remaining students are systematically ejected, the program will bypass the lock and let them out. During the rescue operation, the main objective is first to minimize the physical damage TAPP can inflict by lowering the tolerance required to eject the students (which is easier said than done) and by dampening its neural-carving functions, then to get everyone left out of there.

It is a very good thing they sprung into action as quickly as they did, as it doesn’t take long for Kaede to arrive.

KAEDE

The first thing Kaede notices coming out of the simulation is that she can’t hum the notes to get back on-pitch after the worst rendition of Der Flohwalzer she has ever heard. The second thing she notices, because it is far easier to be angry about something trivial than face the slow-dawning realization you are having, is that she can only barely speak. It hurts.

I think Kaede learns to sign early on, but still finds herself trying to speak aloud anyway since she’s so used to having her hands busy already playing piano. Shuichi often reminds her to take it easy, treat it like a vocal rest, and steadily she begins to improve. She is as exuberant as ever, with determination fitting of our protagonist. Kaede is the Class 79 representative, though with his renewed confidence Shuichi often accompanies her. Not only are they best friends (though it is strange, at first, to see her alive after spending so long grieving. Kaede last saw him, like, yesterday.) and Kaede will inevitably tell Shuichi all about the meeting anyway so why not cut out the middle man, but Shuichi initially came specifically to speak at meetings so Kaede wouldn’t strain her voice. She is immensely proud.

RANTARO (PT. 2)

Rantaro doesn’t hold the shotput ball against her; desperate times, and all. It made sense her proactive attitude would make her first to act for the ‘greater good’. She aimed to end the whole thing, not just comply. Even if she swung and missed, he (an older brother with faint recollections of failing to protect the people depending on him and guilt knowing he doesn’t have the stomach to take a victim and thus will be failing people in need of protection again) can’t fault her for swinging. She is confused when he asks her how she launched the ball that hard, though. Odd.

TENKO

Tenko has neck pain issues like Kaede, but hers are more acute. The seesaw effect was heinous but relatively precise; as the magnum opus of TDR’s homebrewed serial killer, they un/fortunately made him pretty good at it when he has a plan. Tenko has some of the least devastating lingering physical injuries of the class. Given the severity of her classmates’ injuries, though, that still leaves her with minor vocal strain, susceptibility to sore throats, and severe neck pain, among other things.

A lot of Tenko’s lingering trauma is mental: she isn’t quite as willing to immediately throw herself into the fray to help her friends, and certainly doesn’t want to leave her back exposed (a tendency she shares with Kokichi, of all people). While it did numbers on her perception of men again for a while, hearing about the trial left her with a lot to reconcile. In a ‘cool-motive-still-murder’ way, she does not forgive Kiyo (nor is she obligated to) but doesn’t hate him as much as she expected, either. Processing the idea that a girl could be horribly abusive, especially to a guy, and catalyze a cycle of violence… gets to her. She’s more wrapped up in the tragedy of the entire situation than the righteous indignation that’d fueled her for so long. Everybody lost that day.

She’s pleasantly surprised to see Himiko trying to lift her spirits now. Those two have a lot to talk about and boundaries to set, yes, but Tenko is still touched Himiko took her words to heart and seems to be benefiting from it.

ANGIE

Angie had bit more complicated situation than Tenko, getting KO’d before the fatal blow. Her migraines come on more often than Rantaro’s with high light, which is a special kind of awful for the SHSL Artist, but they’re generally closer to a dull ache. Once she gets going on a project she sets out to grin and bear it; Tenko and Himiko often check up on her. She does her best to stay just as upbeat as in the simulation, and if anything it seems more genuine now. She can actually relax, rather than mind-game her way to relative (unsteady) peace under duress.

(Angie is really interesting to me for many adjacent reasons to Kokichi, since they’re both willing to get morally gray and manipulative if it’ll keep everyone from killing each other. Angie-Kokichi compare contrast essay when?)

She hasn’t “forgiven” Kiyo either, but isn’t hostile while she evaluates whether or not his conviction in getting help and being better is genuine. She was pretty heavily affected by TDR’s “character rewrites” as well, after all, and empathizes with the feeling you’ve been used as a glorified dress-up doll. To some unknowable extent, she is a different person now, and it is frightening.

She’s trying to step back and re-analyze her sense of spirituality, particularly how it relates to her art. It’s existentially harrowing, having been made to toe the line between faith and fronting to either get people to either listen to her or not see her as a threat. She’s not even positive “Kami-sama” (not going with the localization here, my understanding is the Japanese version was deliberately more generic and at least a bit less disrespectful towards real people and their beliefs) is the same deity she’d believed in before TAPP, but it’s difficult to try and reconnect with your roots when none of you have any information on your previous lives.

They do, at least, have a resident anthropologist that might have a clue how to even start looking.

Hah. They sure do, huh.

I think Angie is the type to nominally forgive and never, ever forget. She holds the kind of grudge that lives beyond logic as all the compartmentalized emotions you don’t want to admit you have. A grudge that co-exists with an active desire to move on and seeps into her art.

KOREKIYO

Kiyo got burned.

Alive.

Also dead, somehow, an extension of the Ultimate Placebo Effect we have going on in the simulation; Kiyo was so certain ghosts were real and he’d be one that, through earnest conviction, the simulation made it so. I think this is how Komaeda’s luck works in SDR2 as well; the original Neo World Program was developed for therapy, and in doing so assesses whether or not it would be completely devastating (do more harm than good) to actively disprove something about the patient’s worldview at that time and adapts the environment accordingly. Hence you get a reality-warping luck cycle and ghosts are Definitely Real. Is either true in the outside world? No idea! Komaru talks to a ghost in UDG, once, but considering it’s unclear if Kiyo’s sister was ever a living person to begin with there are bigger fish to fry.

Or not. He’s pretty damn-well aware much that hurts. Or at least being boiled and seasoned does. Going by that kind of simulator-logic, I think in a technical sense it was the salt that killed him, not the torture. There’s probably something to unpack there I haven’t fully explored yet.

Rumors start going around campus that Kiyo is a vampire. It makes enough sense for watercooler gossip, the mask covering up fangs and an aversion to lingering out in the sun; Class 79 knows it’s actually because sunburn, for him, is a new brand of Unfun. He prefers to hole up in the library or his lab anyway, so it could be worse. He’s honestly kind of into becoming a school cryptid. It helps transition him from “avoiding my classmates and other people because they hate me, i also hate me, and we are all correct to do so. i am an extension of her so it does not matter what i want” towards “i am not my past, i cannot make up for what ive done but i can move forward and be better, i am forging a new self and it is mine this time and it always should have been”.

(Kokichi is particularly proud of having kickstarted the cryptid thing. Of course Shinguji would love to watch the evolution of new local lore in real time! Now he doesn’t mope in the corner half as much. He’s still in the corner, granted, but its probably reading while Rantaro sits next to him on his phone instead of moping!)

Kiyo’s also in therapy now. They all have therapy scheduled into their school weeks, but Kiyo has a session besides. Fabrication or not, everyone’s backstories are functionally now ‘real’ and need to be dealt with. Kiyo, Maki, and Kokichi got hit particularly hard on that front. Those scars run deep, but are starting to heal.

Of the students with whole-body injuries, Kiyo probably has the most manageable physical symptoms at this stage. He has to have long sleeves and generally keep as covered as he can so that he can subdue the part of his mind that expects the skin is still raw and flaking (it isn’t, but phantom sensations suck). Overheating pushes him toward a panic state like the end of his trial, which doesn’t exactly gel with the first point, but he’s working on it. Rantaro and Kokichi, occasionally Shuichi, tend to notice and start to defuse the situation. Part of me wonders if he’d have a black lace parasol on sunny days to lean in to the ‘mystery’ around him, plus for the sheer Aesthetic of it.

KIRUMI

Speaking of full-body injuries: Kirumi. She has similar ‘got-to-keep-covered’ issues to Kiyo, particularly wearing heavier work gloves now just to minimize any potential for cuts (and, in the back of her mind, ropeburn). Breaking several bones on impact was rough, though fast enough that she’s had remarkable improvement in a relatively short period of time. She started out on crutches, which made it difficult for her to keep up with her workaholic inclinations, but unlike some of the other students she has at least an idea of “when to quit” as not to make things worse. She’s still genuinely lost some bone density resulting from her treatment and coping methods, finding that she really does need to lean on her friends on occasion, but she is still resolute she is a care-giver, damn it. On both physical and mental fronts she’s dealing with reclaiming her agency and independence.

Kirumi is one of the few, with Maki, whose talent courses actively discourage the kinds of behavior they need for personal growth and mental health maintenance. Kirumi is still reconciling her “rewrite”, the encoded passivity in her and clash of her “selfless devotion” against her own will to live and thrive, a nightmarish reminder that You Are Not Your Own. The “Ultimate” maid needs to be agreeable, to follow orders, and hasn’t the tampering just improved her proficiency at her craft? Why be so upset? Never mind having to reconstruct her proper ability to tell people “no”, having to re-learn it’s okay to do things for yourself; according to her programmed instinct, her classes, those very things are antithetical to her talent. And everything relies on that talent, doesn’t it?

Kirumi and Kokichi are the two in Class 79 who were discharged with mobility devices that got students in the other classes… more than mildly concerned about what the hell happened to all of these freshmen (well, first year at HPA anyway), but luckily for HPA administration they’re also probably the two people least likely to offer details.

THE RIBS

There are enough students who have chest pain and associated issues that they made a club about it. It started out as Miu, Ryoma, and Kaito all independently concluding there was no way in hell they were making it through a mile run and sitting on the bleachers. Once they’d had an opportunity to gather themselves again, they do as teens are wont to do and started talking to each other. Hypoxia is an oddly effective experience to bond over. They call themselves the RIBs, standing for “Respiratory-Issue Beleaguered” (students), mostly because it made Miu laugh and for as irritating as the sound could be they’d missed it.

Kaede, Tenko, Gonta, and Kokichi also stop by from time-to-time, meaning precisely half of the 14 active Class 79 students revolving-door through this unofficial student group. HPA took notice. Class 79 has its own gym class, now, taking into account the state of everyone. One could argue that should have been the case from the onset. They would be correct.

RYOMA

Ryoma is fairly elusive. He generally keeps to himself and remains a Fairly Chill Guy with a cool temperament everyone wants to emulate (he doesn’t see what they see in him) and some Complicated Feelings now knowing he hasn’t killed anyone in the certified Real World and, by logic, should not have to have the memories of a hardened prisoner. He still does. The persistent rasp in his voice now surprises nobody, but it took a few days for everyone in the class to stop flinching a little hearing it. He frequently hangs out in the animal shed with Gonta, Gundham, and Peko to take care of the cats.

MIU

We’ve seen quite a bit of Miu in the AU so far, but to recap a lot of her deal:

She loathes having to “take it easy” but will do so reluctantly

She tries to talk less to stretch out her working time as much as she can (even if she can’t resist just a little banter when Kokichi swings by)

She’s trying to approach her death with a sense of humor. A choker with a huge heart-shaped buckle replaces her usual necklaces with full awareness of the irony. Ha-ha, a choker. It’s a dare for anybody to bring it up, ‘I’ve said it before anyone else could’. The first thing she did waking up was try and make an autoerotic asphyxiation joke. It did not make her feel better like she thought it would.

Miu spends most of her time in her lab, now. Granted, she did that already, but she’s particularly fixated on re-creating a certain Ultimate Robot, ground-up if she has to. Fortunately, she has a team assembled (re: two upperclassmen and the Ultimate Supreme Shit-for-brains). We’ll see how this pans out soon enough.

When not re-building Kiibo outright, she ““takes a break”” innovating in other areas (re: prototyping potential features for kIIbo, usually testing them on a bored Kokichi. He usually complies because Miu is one of the few who doesn’t look at him with a patronizing amount of pity she’s Not boring. Mm-hmm. All there is to it.)

Miu does not resent Gonta (or Kokichi, for that matter) for killing her. There's a small extent to which she's a little relieved she was stopped from going through with her plan to kill Kokichi, and a much bigger disconnect between her idea of reality and her memory of Chapter 4. Miu died in a VR game within another VR game. Having messed around with the programming and guts of the nested simulation personally, it still seems fake. She didn't really die, no matter how real it felt; they were in a simulation. Logically, she's well aware of how it works and the consequences, but it doesn't feel like it was more than a glorified fever dream on an emotional level. Both Gonta and Kokichi are more outwardly traumatized by her death than Miu as a byproduct of how she's processing it. She's not "better off" or "less impacted" so much as "disassociated from the whole thing and very much wanting to put it behind them before it catches up with her", thus burying herself in work and trying as hard as she can to bring back the one person she wants to comfort her.

Kiibo's absence is not great for her abandonment issues. It is hard to blame him when he never had a physical body to begin with, though.

GONTA

Gonta is also with the RIBs, and reeling from it the most visibly of everyone on account of just how. Much, his death was. An allergic reaction blocking off the air, puncturing at least one lung for certain, and living long enough to feel the shrapnel of the laptop lodge into the wound alongside the scythe, the fire quickly eating away any oxygen, any hope of gasping another breath… yeah no he acts as much the gentleman as ever but he is not okay. As Resident Buff Nature Boy Gonta tanked it better than anyone else in the class could have, but the sheer excess of the thing gets to him. Fond memories of setting a campfire in the woods with his adoptive family are overwritten, vespidae in general… hitting differently. But Gonta is kind, to a fault. More resolute than ever to make himself into a kind of person not perceived as ‘too intimidating’ to be friends with, acknowledging the capacity he has for violence is difficult. Somewhere deep down he knows that everybody does, especially in their circumstances, but still acts as though his case is exceptionally bad (nobody else does. This does not deter him, becoming a little less gullible when its least helpful).

He is also not as disconcerted by the occasional spontaneous sensation that your insides are going to lose structural integrity, even with no stitches to pop, that with only the damaged wake and no piercing sharp pain to focus on and blame for the mess could potentially be perceived as a bizarre, abstracted kind of crawling feeling from the inside-out. Things in motion, displaced from where they are meant to be. He knows it isn’t bugs, isn’t glass and metal and plastic, that it isn’t anything but himself. A teeny-tiny part of him wishes it were. At least being shelter for a hive of some sort would be helpful. Aren’t gentlemen helpful, they improve life for people, make things better and how could anyone even look at you again knowing what you’re capable of, who in their right mind would talk to you, you’re going to end up alone again talking to stray cats in the alley since not even the wolves would stay—

Gonta also has extra therapy. He already had to work out self-worth issues, but the game pushed them to interfere too much in daily life not to actively work on.

KAITO

Kaito has made several background and supporting appearances without much central attention just yet. It's not that I don't like him or anything (I do!) but I guess because it seems like well-worn territory in V3 fic to me? Kaito is endlessly proud of Maki and Shuichi (Himiko too, less personally) for "winning" in the face of the killing game, and the training trio of them meet back up again regularly. Only.

It's different, now.

He's no longer sick and dying, but his lungs 'top out' at a certain level of activity and refuse to take in more air, this burning sensation that leaves him only able to huff and wheeze and brings his training regiment to a dead stop. He treasures those last moments in his failed execution where he got to see the stars, because a lingering anxiety in the back of his mind won't let him forget that he never will again. Not the way he'd dreamed of, the way he'd planned to, the way he'd centered his identity around. There is no way, as things are, that he will pass all the physical exams to become a proper astronaut.

The drawn-out deterioration of his health during the simulation chipped away at his physical lungs at a rate too gradual for the countermeasures the rescue team implemented; TAPP did more overt physical damage to Kaito than anyone else. It could certainly be worse and he is gradually improving, but some degree of it is permanent. It haunts him. He's trying not to think about it.

It does, though, drive a wedge between him and his sidekicks; the survivors are planning their futures, and Kaito is not too far from a slight tailspin without any idea what his might look like for the first time he can recall. Space has been the dream since he was a kid (as has getting there in this specific role) and it almost feels like a rejection. Like he got too cocky, and the cosmos decided it didn't want him.

It starts to make a little more sense, then, that he starts willingly hanging out with Kokichi. They went through the hangar together, of course, but even besides the traumabond (and a need to, after he woke from his coma, make sure the little brat is still alive, damn it, you can't run away anymore it counts now) but. If anyone else gets having such drastically shifted circumstances that life as you'd imagined it no longer makes logistical sense, it's probably the leader without an organization. There's no need to explain the feelings of inadequacy, or the aimlessness, going through the motions of classes and formal education because what the hell else am I going to do, right now? It's familiar.

Kokichi needs someone willing to chase him, no matter how circuitous the route becomes. Kaito needs someone willing to shake him by the shoulders and snap him out of his own head, so sure it's all-or-nothing and that if he can't be the Luminary as he'd dreamed of it whatever happens next is immaterial in comparison. Kaito needs to adapt and roll with the punches, Kokichi needs to double back from his logical leaps from point A to point Q and articulate his thoughts clearly to other people (at least some of the time.) The two of them concoct little daily and weekly rituals, like Kokichi stealing Kaito's notebook and drawing in it, just because the consistency of company reminds them both that they aren't the only one going through this.

None of the other students quite get it, but have come to accept it.

KOKICHI

Then there’s Kokichi.

Ah, Kokichi, whose whole deal in this scenario inspired me to write about this AU at all (and who manages to weasel his way into every comic and a other entries in these notes) . I’m biased, I know, but there are also a few reasons he’s singled out in-universe as well:

A) So a hydraulic press does not slam down quickly. The pause-and-play of the video deliberately makes it look much faster than it was; watching enough of the hydraulic press channel makes it abundantly clear that it was not instant. Kokichi was impaled with two crossbow bolts (the one in the back being bad enough already), poisoned by those bolts, and then pressed. He had to have felt non-zero of the Pressing, which, considering it already had to be agony before bones started breaking… the rest of the class might not have been fond of him, sure, but he’s right there with Gonta on “sheer level of excess.” Not even Maki is at a point of wishing that on him. Not after finding out how drawn out and excruciating it was. Veering into headcanon, I’m going to add “sleep deprivation” on the pile as exacerbating the whole thing, given his conspiracy whiteboard and everything after the concussion, honestly.

Combined with the World’s Worst Placebo Effect, King Horse takes the crown for top “my entire body hurts most of the time” severity. It’s not a desirable one, but when your previous life is all but erased there is exactly one choice available between Big and Home. Let it be said Kokichi Ouma has never half-assed anything he’s set his mind to, ever.

B) Ouma is paranoid and distrusting, which adds the psychological angle of “you literally shot me in the back” to a poison-laced crossbow bolt in his mind. TAPP will very literally never let him forget the bolt burying itself in the muscle of his back, barely kept from severing his spinal cord; he won’t forget the shivering and shaking from the poison, or the bile rising in the back of his throat handing Kaito the antidote. (He still wanted to live. He forfeit the right, he thought, after getting Gonta and Miu killed, but he still wanted to. That was all the more reason to quadruple-down on the press idea and making their three deaths mean something, damn it. Three, because Kaito could live. If the killing game ends there is no execution. It’ll be over. Can’t take back the past, but at least one of the pair of you has to walk out of this forsaken place!)

(… Can you really believe that? Or is it just another lie.

A lie you want, with all the heart they’re so sure you do not have, to blithely believe. There has to be a cure for whatever the hell has gotten into Kaito once the game ends and they can look for it, it might even stop cold the moment the game ends. That dumbass space cadet can go back to his sidekicks and he better appreciate it, the comradery you’ll never have, because he is the designated Hero and Heroes get happy endings. You want-want-want-want to trust in that lie, to trust him with the collected thoughts and notes and pieces of you spilled across reams of paper that have been so pointlessly important for you to keep secret this whole time. For once in your life, you want to believe you will not be betrayed. You want to believe in the closest thing you have left to a friend.

It will, in fact, be the last thing you do.)

C) Ouma is paranoid and distrusting. Again. Only this flavor has more to do with his persistent denial anything is wrong, in turn making things a lot worse for himself. Mental trauma and impressions of physical sensations can have physical effects. Clinging to his persona and trying to keep bouncing around like nothing ever happened turned a very difficult but potentially manageable condition into small amounts of permanent nerve damage within the first day of waking up. It screws with his coordination; just what he needed at a school that prizes talent above all else, when he is a leader with no organization and proficiencies in sleight of hand, forgery, lockpicking, and generally evading anything that might threaten him because he can’t take very many hits.

Whoops.

D) Kokichi was last of the class to wake up from the simulation, even after the survivors. They thought he was actually dead for a bit. Just when they were thinking of giving up on him Kokichi Ouma, SHSL Stubborn Son of a Bitch, refuses to stay down for the count.

HPA already knew Class 79 would need accommodations on account of their negligence, but it became much harder to sweep things under the rug when they thought they’d actually killed a student. Even worse, thirteen witnesses have been actively fraternizing and scaled the flashback-gaslighting required to cover it up to easily exceed what their current technology is capable of.

Half the class was positive Ouma was playing dead specifically to fuck with them and light the fire under them to act. He and Kaito are the only ones to know without a shred of doubt that he was not. He still gladly takes the credit, though.

E) Class 79 as a whole already adapted to Ouma Being Ouma, so when the definition of ‘Being Ouma’ expanded he’s still pretty distinct. He hangs out around the people closest to him often, particularly Miu, Kaito, and Rantaro, but the entire class knows now that he’s pretty much beyond the point of perfidy. Even if he were to lie about being in more pain than he is at a given moment, there’s constantly enough underlying truth in how vulnerable he is that it’s not strategically worth trying to use as a manipulative tactic. It’s too real. Plus, he knows better than to boy-that-cried-wolf his way out of help from his classmates after getting lost on campus once and fainting before he found his way back.

K1-B0

K1-B0, as far as has been established, is being re/built. Miu is spearheading the project. Presumably, he is currently hanging out on at least one computer in the school, somewhere. Per the AU, though, Chapter 6 did go a bit differently than canon, so we’ll catch up with him soon.

TSUMUGI

Nobody is exactly certain what happened to Shirogane. Or, at the very least, nobody in the class knows. Admin is certainly not about to tell them. Wouldn’t it be just like the Ultimate Cosplayer to Theseus her way back into their lives following a single loose thread…

THE SURVIVORS

Shuichi, Maki, and Himiko each emerged from the simulation minimally physically harmed in a lasting sense beyond initial fatigue from being hooked up for so long. Each is still moving forward on their established character arc: Himiko is finding her motivation, Maki is learning to open up, and Shuichi is becoming more sure of himself and his detective abilities.

I think Himiko begins embracing the 'stage' side of her magic, considering that TAPP was blocking my mana, and you know what? I survived a killing game, and I didn't even need it. What else can I do without my mana? As time goes on, she'll likely value her own practical skills more rather than relying on her want of more fantastical powers. Not to say she'd disown them, but more that she could admit to herself it's more for fun than a need to affix something exceptional to her identity. She is enough as she is.

Maki enters HPA and immediately requests transfer out of 'Ultimate Assassin' classes. She hates fighting, per canon, and after going through the simulation she is no longer afraid of any authority figure that may deny her because she has certifiably seen worse. She initially tries to pivot and become the Ultimate Child Caregiver, for Real This Time; she is genuinely pretty good with kids. After a little incident nearly choking Kokichi, though? It confirms what she'd been afraid of all along: her patience is too thin, her instinct to defend too heavy on the trigger. She talks to Peko about it, among other people, Mukuro and Sakura chief among the other classes. She'd made their acquaintances during combat training in the first few days at HPA. She especially confides in Kaede, who carries a more-domestic-less-battlescorn perspective on it she can't help but appreciate. Kaede takes her to not-Claire's, playing with accessories and make-up and generally reclaiming some of the girlhood Maki has effectively never been allowed to have. In the whole process, Maki realizes she wants more than anything to protect the ability to have that kind of frivolity, that freedom: she changes tracks again, to become a SHSL Bodyguard.

Shuichi is a difficult one to place for me, exactly. He's in a state of becoming significantly more confident in the wake of the simulation, but the deviation from canon has turned the main conflict away from ending a destructive cycle and towards fighting the idea of predetermination by an external force. Shirogane was predetermined to stay in the Reserve Course despite her skills and aspirations, and railed against it; Kiibo was predetermined to be an AI helper and not a person, but embraced the role so hard he developed a soul of his own; Maki denies her talent and changes her destiny, Himiko embraces hers.

I suppose Saihara must fall somewhere in the middle, then. An observer steadfastly declaring that yes, there were aspects of life shaped for them beyond their control (entry into the simulation if they wanted a taste of success, the killing game, the "character rewrites" overriding the people they were before...) and yes they cannot control everything. What happened has happened. There are always going to be things you can't control (like how severely you burn in the sun, or whether you get headaches with the lights up too high, or even if your dream life rockets away too fast for you to catch unless you want to lose what you still have) but you can adapt to it. It's tempting to give in, to consider it all a lost cause, to submit to the forces you feel are puppeting you, but see. You keep living anyway, because you have to. The only way forward is through. Even if you were a puppet, you're still an independent you, and that means something. Maybe you can't snap your strings, but you can sure as hell stretch them out and bend them in a way you like better than this one.

Not having total control doesn't mean the control you do have doesn't matter.

So Shuichi is taking up cases as a detective, now. Seeing how he likes it. If not? Well. Skills are transferable.

He'll be okay.

They all will.

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(The first screenshot I took of this ask to begin drafting vs. the last one:

I'm sorry I am bad at timely responses but I hope they are Good.)

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 8 months

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tagged by @wispstalk - thank you! :D

Rules: post examples of your writing for each question.

tagging (no obligation as per usual!) @bwayfan25, @ghoulsbeard, @onaperduamedee, @lemon-embalmer, @morihaus, and anyone else who wants to play!

(under the cut to save your dash aha)

a line from your fic that makes you laugh

“Well, that’s a relief, because you pretending not to know what a conversation was for the next epoch of recorded history was kind of inconvenient,” he says lightly, getting to his feet.

I just think Romano's dialogue is so much fun to write lol. he's my awful special little guy! I love leaning into the who SAYS that you weirdo aspect of his speech patterns.

a line from your fic that makes you sad

There’s a beat where he looks, very briefly, like a man lost at sea.

...I also love hurting him by putting him in emotionally oblique conversations where he's off his balance finally. points at him. experience the consequences of your purposefully unkind actions via the infliction of emotional turmoil, little bald man

a line from your fic you're proud of

“Just Molly. Please. You don’t have to call me ‘miss.’” Agdis laughs and pushes off from the wall. “Well,” she holds her gaze, “maybe once I’m out of uniform.”

really pleased with how this one works on multiple levels; it's one of those rare delights where I thought of it and then was like "oh NO. unfortunately it's perfect." flirtatious in the present moment, but if you have the contextual knowledge of the circumstances under which Molly does "get her out of uniform" it's a little more ouch :'(

a line from your fic you think could have been better

This human heart beat too quickly for her liking. She was wary of the way the prince spoke to her, too earnest and too hopeful; she did not have the appearance of a unicorn any longer, but he addressed the Lady Amalthea the same way little girls addressed the unicorn. “You have my heart,” he told her one day, but she never felt the weight of a new organ in her chest, and though she listened, there was only one steady too-fast beat between her lungs.

gestures to literally anything written past the "this is recent and therefore I have done the best I can" expiration date. no lol but to be specific, this whole (old) character study piece of the blurring lines between Amalthea and the unicorn I think could have been refined better. this line, for example, has some good ideas at play, but is executed more clumsily than I'd like, looking at it now with the distance of time. but you live and learn!

a line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

He shifts his voice into a mocking, accented falsetto that sounds nothing like her. “—‘Robaht, I fancy jumping your bones’ would’ve been fine. Maybe try the heads-up next time you find yourself—what, insatiably consumed with lust?—at three in the damn morning.”

when you're collateral damage in someone else's self-harm ;-; this whole scene was mean but it was unfortunately NECESSARY. smacking him about it anyway. both of you! do better!!

a line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

Mark knows he’s not poetic, but he is happy. “I love you,” he says, because he needs to say it, because he wants to keep learning new things like this about her. The expression that blooms over her face is what he imagines he looked like on the way to the ground with a soccer ball imprint on his forehead. She covers it with an odd little smile, nose scrunching up. “How hard exactly would you say you hit your head?”

cries a little bit. Mark's emotional honesty versus Elizabeth's allergic reaction to vulnerability. what if someone told you they loved you and you didn't flinch. the world might end. (or it might not. is that worse?)

a line from your fic that's full of symbolism

“And if it’s alright,” [Mirabelle] pushes at the mountain of blankets, “I think I would rather a fire.”

cough. looks pointedly and lesbianly into the camera. yeah I bet you would. I mean what... who said that...

a line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

Most of the places mentioned in Shalidor’s notes either no longer exist or are long since emptied, by age or by adventurers who don’t know anything about good conservation technique and insist on leaving their own journals all over the place with barely a page or two filled. She imagines whoever is bookbinding for these adventurers must run a surprisingly lucrative business.

this was HARD bc like half of what I write is just inside jokes with myself that would a) take a convoluted explanation and/or b) be embarrassing to explain, but this line (from a wip) I think is a good example of. not that lol. we can all be in on the joke as a treat... Skyrim should have let me read two hundred pages of some random dead guy's mundane life problems/hopes/dreams/grocery lists every time I picked up an abandoned journal

a line from your fic that's shocking

There’s too much to knit together where she can’t see, too much displaced, misaligned; she’d straightened out the spine first to try to help get everything else closer to where it belongs, but Mirabelle had only opened her eyes to spit out a horribly solid chunk of something bloody with an awful gurgling sound and gasp, frighteningly shallow. Lungs. Ribs. The heart at least seems fine for now, and thank Mara for small miracles, but the abdominal cavity, which is disorganized on a good day—she thinks with a sudden fierce passion that she has always hated the abdominal cavity—

shocking mostly bc I can get so squeamish about viscera so I'm delighted to have managed to successfully convey a kind of scary gross moment. I've noticed that people who get easily squicked by injury/illness/etc (such as myself) sometimes tend to overcompensate by overdetailing it when it comes up, but then it loses effect because you're spending so long on it or getting too specific/technical. six paragraphs of someone's intestines falling out, for example, stops being shocking after a certain point. settled on a more concise but I think still effective way of describing it to try avoiding that issue and have been pretty pleased with the results! (side note: this is a great example of "inside jokes with myself" if you know my chronic illness largely affects the contents of the abdominal cavity and doctors are always telling me what horrors go on in there.)

a line from your fic you want to talk about more

It’s always better to be cautious about things that aren’t certain—if she were to allow herself to be a little reductive, she would say that history is nothing but context, and an asyndetic text, even a primary source, requires a degree of speculation that, applied too liberally, can often be worse than useless.

also from above-mentioned wip! I put Kharish through some silly things bc I think she's funny, but I really like writing her in her element where she's more serious too. balancing her academic register and her "normal" register, as it were! autism blast of being smart in a handful of specific areas and then cheerfully and obliviously fumbling interpersonal interactions... :')

#writing tag #Mouse talks!#'Mouse how can your favorite character be a surgeon if you're squeamish abt viscera' well they don't show the inside of the body very often #and when they do I simply do not look!#hilariously this only started in like high school bc in middle school I could quite cheerfully have lunch while watching Bones #as in the gross forensic autopsies show. I just put that on and then ate my lunch while watching. @baby Mouse: how and also why

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smoshpunisher · 10 months

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twin fantasy x ianthony lyric breakdowns

hello! so smosh came back and i cant help but do a lyric breakdowns of my favorite album that reminds me of them. twin fantasy (album link at the end of the post)

My Boy - Twin Fantasy

My boy, we don't see each other much My boy, we don't see each other much It'll take some time But somewhere down the line We won't be alone

this literally shows ian missing anthony after the smosh breakup, but still holding on of that idea of them back together. hence the "but somewhere down the line we wont be alone" he's still CLINGING on that hope for smosh, for his childhood best friend to come back.

the jokes about "where's anthony" from smosh cast, still somewhat depressed that his literal life partner went away and resented ian for it. for staying so positive after his creation of smosh was ripped away from anthony.

sad that anthony completely cut contact from him when he POSSIBLY needed him the most.

Sober to Death

You know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old Don't think it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything I say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other

this specific song is so THEM coded. this is the two years leading up to the breakup and anthony's hatred to defy. ian trying to stay positive, wanting anthony to stay. but anthony had enough with the company and tried convincing ian to leave with him. with "not comforted by anything i say" showing how ian is so stubborn and wont leave smosh with him. with now the friendship they built for YEARS, breaking down because of their work.

with "you know good lives make bad stories" could show how fake their friendship was. that what they had with each other was, or was NEVER real. it was all a brand identity to keep the company happy. they probably didn't consider themselves best friends. never making time for each other outside of SMOSH.

ian and anthony being complete WRECKS because of defy. and now their needs are crashing into each other, and anthony couldn't take it anymore and left.

I wanna hear you going psycho If you're going psycho, I wanna hear

anthony for ONCE just wants ian to open up to him. anthony just wanted to see some vulnerability from ian, but ian is the one clinging to the idea of smosh. and anthony realizing this whole duo was ran with delusions of what they originally had. that he couldn't bare the evolution of smosh, and defy's controlling behavior. he had to LEAVE.

Take your hands off your neck and Hold on to the ghost of my body You know that good lives make bad stories

they're still parading the idea of smosh, and what they had with each other. holding onto the library of content they created, and that to each other it's still possible to create the same magic with each other.

especially "hold onto the ghost body" holding on the old idea or old friendship.

What if it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything you say

the part where the friendship starts to crumble. ian possibly horrified of the idea of running a company alone. created SO MUCH emotional baggage. wanting to fix the friendship after anthony left.

Don't worry, you and me won't be alone no moreDon't worry, you and me won't be alone no more

(this part is better if you listen to this portion of this song)

can we talk about will toledo's song writing? the harsh electric guitar to calm acoustics? showing the LITERAL delusions of forming a good relationship to hold onto?

after anthony left, wanting to let ian know he won't be alone and he will be fine, and ian wanting the same feeling reciprocated to anthony. that they won't be alone, and that their journey's apart will be filled with the people they care about. anthony has his loyal fans and ian has the smosh crew to back him up.

High to Death

And I said hell is the sun Burning forever at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things

anthony making that HATE letter to ian months after the departure. anthony being all like "ian never had the best interest and only cared about work" and sad that ian never cared about the friendship. (newsflash ian literally cared more than anything)

ian being the sun, he's burning the little left of the friendship. trying to reach out, or saying anthony is always welcomed back. hence "burning forever at the center of things" as he always beaming for anthony to come back. to restore things to the ways before defy completely ruined the friendship.

Used to be so human, now it's just a machine I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me

anthony during his time with defy felt so dehumanized, knew that the company didn't have it's best intentions. that smosh's past always creeps up when he wants to be his own independent creator. leaving his friend to run a channel all by himself. while ian is running around finding smosh's voice without anthony.

Famous Prophets (Stars)

Apologies to future mes and yous But I can't help feeling like we're through The ripping of the tape hurts my ears In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do

ian accepting the fact that his friendship and the duo of smosh is over. he officially lost his best friend as he broke contact with him. ian completely LOST it, going to therapy to help cope with everything he lost. his ride home after high school, his creative partner for 11 years, and of COURSE his best friend. (people in smoshcast literally begged him to go since he looked so defeated)

also "in my years, i have never seen anyone quit quite like you do" ian taken back that anthony just went up and left. left to start something new, and he did it in such a breeze.

Did I fail? Did I fall? (In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?) Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart? (Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?) Or is this the start of the great silence?

questioning if this was all his fault, maybe that he wasn't mature enough to understand where anthony is coming from. that maybe him being so emotionally unavailable broke their friendship in half. wondering if anthony will ever come back to smosh, or it's really over.

wondering all that time with anthony was really worth it, but said it himself all the shitty things that defy made them do he wouldn't take it back.

also at the end of the song, there's a poem. just let the poem do the talking.

Love never fails But where there are prophecies, they will cease Where there are tongues, they will be stilled Where there is knowledge, it will pass away For we know in part and we prophesy in part But when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I abandoned my childhood I put these ways behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; Then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known And now these two remain

ian leaving behind his smosh past to rebrand the channel, that maybe his friendship with anthony meant for all of this to happen. ian finally accepted it, he can't keep crumbling over their friendship and has to move on. anthony wanting to be more without smosh, creating his own series which is very successful, but both still accepting the friendship as its once was. that their chapter together was closing, and the both boys will be okay without each other.

they got the closure they needed, they got what they needed to learn from each other. and smosh was just a chapter in their life that was long overdone.

well until.

Twin Fantasy (Those Boys)

I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to

ANTHONY CAME BACK TO THE CHANNEL, AND FORGOT HOW POWERFUL HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH IAN WAS. IT WAS SO POWERFUL IT HURTS HIM. when he came back to smosh, he knew it was meant for ian and anthony to be together. it wasn't nostalgia that kept wanting to come back, it was the fact him and his best friend created skits with each other and it made him laugh. made him SO happy, and wanted to be back with ian.

They just want to be one Walk off into the sun They're not kissing They're not fucking They're just having fun

the two boys don't need to be kissing or fucking to show their love for each other. their chemistry is so strong, their friendship can NEVER break. they're just being one. no need of defy or identity of their own. they are just ONE, they're SMOSH. like how it should always been.

They were connected At the back of the head They had a conduit Their minds were the same

they're always connect, as ian let him go, anthony came back and proved they're meant for each other.

#ian hecox #ianthony #anthony padilla #classic smosh #smoshblr #☀️🔍#twin fantasy #car seat headrest

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peonyblossom · 1 year

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Ethan patching up MC after a cut/graze 🥰

Cat Scratch

Book: Open Heart (post canon) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine) Other Characters: Caramel Ramsey-Valentine, Burrito Ramsey-Valentine Words: 912 Category: Hurt/Comfort, Domestic fluff Rating: General Warnings: Minor injury Summary: When Sydney gets bitten during cat bath time, Ethan takes it upon himself to take care of the wound. AO3 link here A/N: I am. so sorry that it took me literally like six months to answer this. hope you're still here and reading this 🫶

“Okay baby boy - it’s your turn!” Sydney scooped Burrito up in his arms and carried him towards the bathroom. Caramel was a pro at baths, not that she necessarily enjoyed them. Burrito, on the other hand, had never gotten one. “Are you ready for your first bath?” Sydney cooed to the tiny kitten, as he entered the bathroom. “Hopefully he’ll be as good as his sister.”

“Yes, hopefully we can get this done quickly,” Ethan said.

“Are you not enjoying cat bath time, Ethan?”

“Not particularly.”

Sydney giggled as he brought a now squirming Burrito closer to the tub. Sydney stepped in and sat on the built-in seat, cradling Burrito to his chest. “Okay, baby, time to get cleaned!” Sydney slowly lowered Burrito into the water, as Burrito started fighting back, splashing both Sydney and Ethan. “It’s not that bad! I promise you’ll be okay.”

Sydney held Burrito down in the water, careful not to let his head fall underneath. Ethan started washing the kitten who kept thrashing about in the water.

“Burrito, it’s okay! Please calm down.” Sydney attempted to keep the kitten calm, but he started loudly meowing.

“It’s okay, we’re almost done,” Ethan reassured both Sydney and Burrito.

Sydney moved his hands out of Ethan’s way, so he could continue washing Burrito. Unfortunately, and unexpectedly, this upset Burrito who immediately turned around to chomp on Sydney’s hand.

“OW!” Sydney tried to pull his hand away, but was unsuccessful due to Burrito’s shockingly strong grip. For such a tiny kitten, he had a lot of jaw strength.

“Burrito, no!” Ethan carefully pried his jaws open so Sydney could remove his hand. “You, okay, babe?”

“No, I’m bleeding.” Sydney laughed, trying to distract himself from the pain. “But, let’s just finish his bath. We’re almost done anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

The two quickly finished washing Burrito, before wrapping him in a towel. Ethan held the kitten and dried him off so he could warm up. “Is your hand okay?”

“I think it’ll be fine, but it really hurts.”

“Okay, let me finish drying off this little troublemaker and then I’ll help you.”

“I’m a doctor, E, I can clean my own minor wound.” Sydney rolled his eyes.

“I know you can, but applying band-aids with one hand can still be difficult. Besides, you know I like taking care of you.” Ethan left the bathroom to place Burrito on the heating pad they had set out.

Sydney blushed as he waited for Ethan to return. He did know Ethan liked taking care of him, even when he didn’t need it. Or, at least, wouldn’t admit that he needed it.

“Okay, let me see,” Ethan commanded, reentering the bathroom. Sydney complied, holding his hand out. “Syd, this looks pretty deep.”

“It’s just a kitten bite, how bad can it be?” Sydney attempted to downplay his injury.

Ethan wasn’t buying it, glaring at Sydney. “You and I have both seen plenty of people get infections from cat bites. Even domestic cats.” Ethan put Sydney’s hand under the running water in the sink and gently washed off the bite with hand soap. Once he felt it was sufficiently clean, he shut off the water and dabbed it dry with a clean towel. He reached into the medicine cabinet and grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. “I don’t think I need to tell you that this will sting.” Ethan gently, but effectively, cleaned the bite with alcohol.

“Ow.” Sydney frowned.

“I told you it would sting.”

“I knew it would, but I guess I didn’t realize how bad it was.”

Ethan sighed. “Yeah, you have a tendency to do that, honey.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just saying, you can diagnose just about every patient you’ve ever seen, but can’t properly assess your own injuries. It’s okay to need help sometimes. And to ask for it.”

“I know. It’s just easier said than done. Now stop psychoanalyzing me and get back to fixing my hand.”

“Fine, fine.” Ethan grabbed a band aid and carefully opened it, expertly placing it on Sydney’s wound. Ethan placed a kiss on the band aid. “All better.”

“You’re so cute.” Sydney smiled.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Thank you, for helping me.” Sydney placed his arms around Ethan’s neck, careful not to disturb his hand too much.

“You’re welcome, love.” Ethan placed his hands on Sydney’s waist and pulled him close for a kiss.

“Now, let’s go see how our babies are doing.” Sydney pulled away and walked to the heating pad in the bedroom. “Hi, baby!”

Burrito was now curled up on the heating pad, completely calm. Caramel was laying on the bed, still damp and undoubtedly getting it wet.

“I told you the bath wouldn’t be that bad! At least not for you.”

Ethan laughed as he sat on the bed next to Caramel, who immediately climbed into his lap.

“She loves you so much,” Sydney observed.

Ethan sighed, “I know.”

“It’s understandable. I love you too.”

Ethan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t contain his smile. “I love you, too.”

Sydney smiled and laid on the floor next to Burrito, while looking up at Ethan and Caramel. “Look at how happy he is now!” Sydney exclaimed.

Ethan laughed, “You know he just likes being difficult. Wonder where he got that from.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?”

Sydney stayed silent, knowing Ethan was right. Burrito was a little troublemaker and he definitely didn’t learn it from Ethan.

#open heart #open heart fanfiction #Ethan ramsey #Sydney valentine #Ethan Ramsey x Sydney valentine #Ethan Ramsey x m!mc #caramel ramsey valentine #burrito ramsey valentine

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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So, there's been something I've wondered about for a couple years now, and even more so since stalking your blog pretty heavily for the last few weeks and reading lots of old posts.

Something obviously shifted in Jensen's view of Destiel a few years back, it was a wildly noticable change. You said during 15x18 filming, which I am totally clear on, and also something earlier having to do with TAW (and maybe Mark P?)? I don't know much about that, not sure I want to.

But the point is, now that Jensen gets it, do you think he regrets any of his previous brushing off/gruffness/annoyance at the DeanCas stuff?

I just--some of his earlier behavior (2017 and earlier) was frustrating and I'm never quite sure what to believe. Jackles long con? Was he Heston'ed?

Of course he's always been entitled to his own opinion, but now that his opinion has changed, do you think he understands why some fans got upset?

(Sorry to go anonymous with this, I'm genuinely just curious if you'd heard anything or have an opinion on it. But nearly every time I publicly interact with your blog, bitches be trippin in my inbox. Idk how you deal with it.)

it's a bit of a mix. first, he had a terrible introduction to ships in this fandom. He was a young actor, everywhere he went, there was wincest. Wincels reframe it now, but on their own boards back in the day, they knew he didn't like it. The so proud "My favorite is wincest" they trained the new kids to cut off his expression and "because it's. SO weird." and on their forums they ratted and begged each other to never mention it to Jensen again back then. Because not just that. Wincest was used for pranks. They superglued it to phones to torment cast members. They basically rickrolled each other with wincest porn. It was literally an eternal mockery of them that made the old season "that's just sick" honestly seem gentle. But they've. Buried this.

So you gotta understand the first MINIMUM 3 years that's all jensen knew. Then Misha came in and kept getting extended and kinda got ball and cup plot shuffled with Anna at some point, so like. Anything that popped up back then. Sure, Sgriccia was like, wow, that's gay. But. Again. What's the mood about ships on set right now.

It took several years for them to realize there was even like. An actual ship. Because realistically like. they don't... see wincest as a ship. They saw it as a gross joke, like dropping flaming doggie doo on someone's door. So there's that.

Then add in like. The Chad Kennedy shit. The s10 press packet drop. The S11 mass salty author exodus, etc.

So we look at 2017--for the record, Doesn't Exist was before he got the 12.19 script. Just fyi. Or. You know. [gestures at all the following seasons]

all that man knew before then was WB was like hell no. He hadn't yet been handed Bobo's first step on the highway to gay mega hell

But yes, the shift mostly came arounnnnnnnd. Well. Hm.

He was lightly jolly about it but mostly in a comedic way that still didn't sit well with many. Some time around Wayward, A Little Birdie sent some names to some people with some power to put it on some lists watched by some security company that condensed the reports and gave nice readouts to the ackles on who seemed like a threat to their family.

And they saw a lot of bitching about Destiel.

You ever hear of spite shipping? Yeah. They done that to themselves. From like. IDK. jan or feb 2018 give or take, climbing upwards, there was a lot more banter, a lot more jokes that didn't have negative possible reads, a lot of chuckles. And then he'd go backstage, check his phone, and enjoy the assholes that hate his wife and friend shitting their pants that he DARED to support Destiel. Lather Rinse. Repeat.

It was 15.18 that actually torpedoed him.

hope that cleared it up.

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taliskermortem · 7 months

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i have lots to say about this episode appartently so we're gonna stick it in one post under the cut

okay five minutes into episode 8 and i already want to cry; 'you might even be happier' like you both know thats a lie right, look at their faces; 'let me go already' sand why do you have to hurt me

no no no jennie must be happy at all times what is this take it back i dont want it

straight up not the first time mew has tried a cigarette i dont care what he wants everyone else to believe; its quite nice my ass

is this fucker really trying to get sand to do his community service; wow really you're gonna pull out the orphan card what is wrong with you; sand for the love of all that is holy please grow a backbone if ray says naaaa one more time im gonna flip a table

cheum my girl, firstly fascinated by the fact that at the beginning she was only worried about mew, like does anyone actually like anyone else in that friend group, because if i knew one of my friends had been in love with another one for years and then they got together because the other one was very obviously having a bit of a spiral i would sure as hell be worried about both of them - like it's so obvious that ray is being used and is going to have his heart crushed and just straight up no one seems to care

okay now she's shitting on her other supposed friend; i love her girlfriend but she was definitely lying when she said people were lucky to have cheum as their friend i see very little evidence of that

GUMPA

wow we're really talking about licking ass

but glad to see nick hasn't totally fallen apart and is going after opportunities yadda yadda even if the trailer shows us that this will probably also get messy, at least my boy's trying

boston what the fuck dont make me cry my poor lonley boy why is no one, literally no one in his corner i know he's a shit but being that alone breaks my heart, everyone else is a shit too and they all at least got someone

quite frankly mew, i am also bored of you

im sorry but why would you invite boston and top? okay maybe boston i get because he's part of the hostel they're hosting it at maybe but top? that's just asking for trouble. unless it's like an open invite? but then why did they get notifications? (edit: so apparently cheum invited him but still, what the hell)

i feel like this was a missed opportunity to put mew in some sluttier clothing tbh

alrighty we're doing coke off the table lads

he didn't pick you ray, you idiot, you are literally the definition of a rebound; someone i should love wow what a dick

i love you mew... awkward silence

there are too many lights on at this party

the drink in the face i did not see that coming im cackling, top if i were you i would run from this train wreck

oh wow you really rejected his attempt at a kiss in private but you're literally straight up using him in front of top boy i dont care how broken your heart is dont use other people that way; ray you're an idiot if you dont pick up on this

cheum there is a time and a place and this probably aint it; my mother is dead - jerk, wow what a lovely friendship they have

oh dear i hope this isn't going to turn into a controlling situation for nick but i wont hold my breath, just give the kid nice things for once

didnt we agree to moving on together why is this a conversation i didnt witness, i need this you dont understand

moving on in a circle why is he so funny

boston my guy you have some serious balls turning up to this party but i kinda love you for it

who are you to judge me you know what this is a very valid point, boston being the voice of reason on this show they've all done shitty things to each other and i really cant blame him for being cold to nick, that shit was pretty fucked up

freddie's bi, you're bi, i'm bi, let's make out - honestly most iconic part of the whole episode i think

why didnt you come to me ray im gonna hit you, he's not your property, he's not accountable to you

I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU RAY YOU WERE LITERALLY JUST SUCKING FACE WITH THE SUPPOSED LOVE OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

ray threesome agenda continues i see

fake freddie the only one with any brains what so ever

thank you sand. finally.

ray that was fucked up. like manipulative, controlling, red flag fucked up.

oh shit its cheum's little brother so my god boston you absolutely wrecking ball of a human being

top buddy why dont you just go home, you are clearly not having a good time

honestly boston, walking away is most definitely the right option

how is it that top has pouty eyebrows

oh shit police

top going for the bribery route i see, this will either make him look like a right idiot or make him look like the hero

cheum what the fuck is wrong with you; you're right they dont care about you but quite frankly do you actually care about them? mew yes but the other two you have always treated a bit like shit tbh

this groups needs to fall apart

okay the taking care of the passed out guy is nice but the stroking of the pass out guy is getting a little weird top

so the bribe worked? alright top there to save the day that's going to make things nice and awkward isnt it, at least ray can pay him back so he doesn't have a financial hold over him i guess

sand going through all that shit and he's still the one doing the comforting for nick, their friendship is so good, even after what sand did they're still there for each other

boston my boy, my lonely boy

too much drama he says so i'll sleep with my friends little brother he thinks, god i love this absolute disaster of a human, he tried for a split second there, he really did

PREVIEW

DADDY DAD WHAT THE FUCK

slutty boston is back im so glad he didn't get any dick in this episode and that just seemed wrong tbh

mew flirting with randomer in a bar? what about ray? for real - yeah he's taken top, but not currently by you

ooh involving the family (or at least i assume those are mew's mums), personally not a fan, leave families alone dont use them for manipulation

again ray, he's not your property fuck off

i've never been so yielding to anyone in my life well at least you're self aware i guess

yaaa that shot of boston at the end there? lonley and leaning on the bar? breaking my heart right now

#only friends #ofts #only friends the series

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 1 year

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Did you want a prompt from the list you reblogged? Because this one is amazing: “stop going easy on me” “that’s not what you said last ni-OUCH”

Hello! Thank you for sending this in! I'm always open to prompts being sent in! They just may take awhile so apologies in advance for any others sent in the future. But I do have a little Sib and Thancred post-Endwalker. I hope you enjoy it!

no warnings work count: 744

The metal gleams slicing the air to land on what he hoped to be her shoulder, finding that it is instead dirt….again. Thancred yanks the blade free, turning to see the smug smile of Siberite as she spins the katana a few times, pushing back the falling short indigo strands from her eyes. “You know I think it's that coat of yours that's getting in the way,” she taunts, “Maybe you should take it off.”

He scoffs with a smile, drawing the gunblade back, “You want it off that badly? Then cut it off of me.”

He lunges forward, her expression never changing as she brings up her blade. A side step, flourish as the metal rings and he feels the jab of her elbow against his ribs. Her back against his as she giggles, reaching for her wrist to spin her forward once more. Metal clangs as she stops his advance, arm bracing the narrow metal of her weapon, fist taut as if she were blocking without it. His free hand balls into a fist and moves forward, her eyes flicking towards it. The scraping piercing as she spins into him ducking, and he can feel the air knocked out of him. A step back and he’s at her again and again with the blade. Coming in from the side, above, below, and diagonal each one blocked and with hardly a move from her against him. Never once does she advance towards him, her punches enough to show she’s hit him but would hardly leave a bruise, and never once has she even tried to kick him. His eyes narrow knowing this isn’t how she looks on a battlefield.

He stops, panting, holding his blade out to keep her at a distance for a moment. “I thought we were both supposed to be training?”

“We are,” she smirks.

“Oh so I’m just supposed to believe that you’ve added defense to your routine, finally,” she rolls her eyes, “That’s what I thought.”

He sighs, lowering his weapon, “Well maybe I’m a changed woman, Thancred.”

“Changing your hair once again does not make you a changed woman,” he chuckles, “I’ve seen how you go up against the mammets and you have not changed your ways. You’ve simply added a blade.”

“Okay, fair point.” She bites her lower lip, watching as he shrugs his white trench coat off, “Oh are we finally going to take it seriously?”

“This is to prove that you’re going to stop going easy on me.” He drops into his stance, “If you’re not then I should have some cuts or bruises on my arms by the end of our session.”

Her jaw tightens beneath the smile, “What if I’m not able to get a single hit on you?”

“Ha!” He barks, “You’ve taken on literal gods and you think it impossible to land even a single hit on me?”

Siberite rolls her eyes, sighing as she mumbles, “There was a time I couldn’t, you know. ‘Stop going easy on me’ he says.” He smirks, eyes roaming her every movement, her head lowering away from him, “You know that’s not what you said last ni-.”

Thancred lunges at her, blade aiming for her waist. Her eyes go wide with a gasp, instinct flashing her arms and blade to hit his first, eyes lowered for just the second he needs. He winces as two of his knuckles make contact with the scales on her face while the others hit their mark against her mouth. She stumbles back, mouth open, blood from the split lip falling against her tongue.

She rubs the area lightly, “Firstly, OW!” She grumbles a few curses, moving her jaw from side to side, fingers dabbing against the blood. She frowns, taking in the way they come back red, “Secondly, was it necessary to make me bleed?”

“Are you going to stop taking it easy on me? Start taking this training session seriously?”

She spits some blood out onto the dirt beside her, wiping away at the rest, “Well now you’ve made it personal, so I don’t have much choice, do I?” She falls into a battle ready stance, the playfulness in her eyes underlining the fighter he knows all too well, “I can’t just have you littering my pretty face with more bruises the day of a family party.”

“I think I can handle the ire of a woman that hates me already.” He smiles, “Now, shall we continue?”

#Thank you for your patience! This was fun and I love them #rip i don't have a new banner for them yet but still you know its them #wolcred #thancred x wol #x: lover you are pure light #dawn walker vibes #my writing

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rai-knightshade-art · 2 years

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Young Jedi Knights!! Or, ok more accurately they're old enough to be New Jedi Order/Fate of the Jedi/etc etc era but I'm ignoring, like, all of that. So.

@lizartgurl you know that scene we low-key talked about? I drew it 😅 nothing like a good set of parallels in your star wars fan art!

And I'm also of the opinion that Zekk's dynamic with the twins when they were younger is basically 50% Off Makoto and Nagisa, so i present Zekk, explaining one of his many adventures to a pair of kids that i will explain below the cut because their story is... Complicated, and started literally a decade ago 😅

More details and closeups below the cut, image IDs in Alt Text as always!

So i don't think I'm gonna get into the full "story" for these kids on this post, I'll do it on the next one, but I'll give you the lowdown on the kids themselves and the inciting incident:

Roughly 10-ish years after the Shadow Academy incident, a raid on a cloning facility by Zekk, Anakin Solo and a handful of other Jedi goes spectacularly sideways when the "theoretical" genetics experiments they were expecting turned out to be four very real younglings with a startling resemblance to certain key Jedi Knights. It'd been run in secret by Brakiss (who totally survived the destruction of the Shadow Academy don't even worry about it) as a way to revive his Dark Jedi efforts. He "procured" the DNA needed while the Shadow Academy was active from successful (and nonsuccessful) Dark Jedi, and decided if he couldn't kidnap his way to having his Dark Jedi, he'd make them instead, starting by combining the DNA of his Darkest Knight and that pesky Solo girl (she was annoying but extremely powerful, a perfect candidate for the project). The project continued in secret for 10 years before Master Skywalker caught wind of it and sent in a Jedi task force to take it down. Imagine their surprise when they find four kids in amongst the scientists and stormtroopers!

Starting from oldest to youngest, they find:

Ani: 14 (physically, 10 chronologically), eldest of the "test tube" kids, the biological son of Jaina and Zekk; he inherited their love of mechanics and all things spaceflight and wants to be a pilot when he grows up. The defacto leader of the group by virtue of being oldest. Dotes on his baby sister like nothing else, but is otherwise very standoffish and closed off, hiding behind sarcasm and rude quips in order to protect himself and his little family. Had a force vision when he was 5 of a dark haired woman calling for someone named Ani, and decided that that would be his name (rather than the number he was given).

Bail: 10 (physically,6 chronologically), biological son of Jacen and Tenel Ka, very quiet and studious. He read as many holobooks as the scientists would let him have (and snuck as many as they wouldn't), and is a regular fountain of knowledge if you can get him to open up. He's particularly interested in the histories of the Jedi from long, long ago. Named himself after an old politician he read about from the Old Republic, said to be a friend of the Jedi.

Marai: 8 (physically, 4 chronologically), biological daughter of Jacen and Tenel Ka, she's a regular chatterbox, asking as many questions as she can get away with from anyone who will listen. The only time she seems to quiet down is when she's gardening; she has an affinity for plants, able to sense them and help them grow. She has a particular fondness for carnivorous plants, a fact which the other kids find a bit unnerving but she swears they're harmless to humans! ...probably. None of the others know quite why she decided to call herself Marai.

Jasa: 5 (physically, 1 chronologically), biological daughter of Jaina and Zekk, the baby of this rag tag little group. She's a bright ball of sunshine and cheer and boundless energy, able to cheer up even the most dower of her stormtrooper guards. She sees the good in everything, not fully realizing the extent of what's happening around her but also keeping hope alive in the older children, especially Ani. Similarly to her older brother, Jasa also had a Force vision when she was 5, hearing someone call for a Jasa and taking the name for herself.

Of note: the kids' growth was programmed to be faster than normal up until age 5, when it slowed back down to normal; they reached the equivalent of age 5 within about a year of their "births". As such, their apparent ages and their chronological ages are off by about 4 years

The concept for these kids was started about 10 years ago, when i was 14 and had just started reading the Young Jedi Knights books that I'd gotten from my dad. I really loved seeing fankids at that time, so I'd decided to create my own for my favorite ships! But, of course, i was 14 and "edgy" and I'd been reading the Maximum Ride books too, so i decided, Regular-ass fan babies? Nah. Secret lab-grown fan babies? Yeah. And the original 6 Test Tube Babies were born! (Yes, i said 6, not 4; i originally included a pair of Anakin/Tahiri kids with the Jaina/Zekk and Jacen/Tenel Ka kids. I took them out for this iteration though cause a) I'm not even really sure I ship them now, and b) i don't remember how the kids came to be initially but with this backstory using Brakiss, idk how he would have Anakin and Tahiri's DNA, so. Rip to Zeke and Bekka you will be missed.) I might share the og designs for the kids in another post some time, but for now, here ya go! (And if you've read through this entire explanation, thank you and kudos, but also my condolences. 😅)

#young jedi knights #star wars eu #star wars legends #jaina solo #zekk #jaina x zekk #zekkna #fankids #jacen x tenel ka #oc: ani solo #oc: jasa solo #oc: bail djo-solo #oc: marai djo-solo #myposts #myart #au: test tube babies

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brxkxnhxxrtsclxb · 7 months

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Boruto Two Blue Vortex - Chapter 2

chapter 1 review here

let’s get right into the review :3

LONG POST + SPOILERS AHEAD

okay !! chapter 2 picks up right where chapter 1 left off cuz duh !! sksk

so code tells boruto he kind of regrets not pulling up to konoha sooner since he showed up quickly. honestly, yeh. i cannot blame him for feeling that way. if all it took was going to the village he would’ve done it sooner xD

boruto gets right to the point and tells him to withdraw the claw grimes while he can still control them and he’ll let him live. hn… interesting. this seems to imply code will at some point lose control of them. code obviously doesn’t buy this and boruto insists he will lose more then his left eye this time. obviously these two had an encounter previously that we have yet to see. clearly it didn’t go so well for boruto in order for code to not believe he can kill him

sarada is obviously just standing there… cuz they unfortunately never make her do anything ._.

boruto just tells her to go help others and they’ll talk later and to stay alive. could his words imply sasuke isn’t alive anymore ?? which is why he’s telling her to stay alive ?? also… kinda odd this is their first reunion after three years. it’s as if they didn’t bother waiting it out for them to have a more meaningful encounter…

in the next scene we got the ino-shika-cho trio fighting claw grimes !! ugh, it’s so nice seeing them in action. love how chocho says these claw grimes are “no big deal, just numbers”, so they’re easy to take down

love inojin helping out his teammate and shikadai for looking out for her♡ love that we see them being a team

himawari falls off inojin’s bird and kawaki makes his entrance. he kicks down the claw grime to save himawari. this part is bittersweet. himawari calls him “big brother” and kawaki tells her not to call him that. we know why. he’s not her real big brother and ugh. it’s so sad. moving on, we see that specific claw grime isn’t a weakling like the others

another claw grime appears and catches kawaki off guard. it calls kawaki “otsutsuki”, making him blast it cuz he hates the otsutsuki

more claw grimes keep popping up and shikadai wonders how many there are but kawaki says it doesn’t matter because they’ll get rid of all of them

we’re back on code and boruto !!

the two are literally just staring at one another wtfff😭😭 code has boruto surrounded by claw grimes. one is about to attack boruto but he cuts it. he then easily slices all the ones that were surrounding him

i’m not sure what these panels were suppose to prove ?? just boruto getting rid of claw grimes like everyone else?? they emphasize on boruto here as if him slicing claw grimes is suppose to be cool but… like chocho said, they’re no big deal and just numbers, so it makes sense boruto was able to cut them down with no problems. so i’m not exactly sold on the “cool” aspect here if that’s what they were going for

code acknowledges boruto’s strength by saying he guesses boruto wasn’t bluffing with his earlier words. boruto says if he keeps going he’ll lose all his claw grimes and code doesn’t seem bothered. in fact, he says “and you’re being prematurely cocky” and “they’re just tools anyway”

huh ?? hopefully this implies code has more up his sleeve? maybe there is more to come here. i hope so cuz so far we have not had this villain be a villain. none of them have, but that’s a separate discussion. boruto tells code he doesn’t know “the horror of ten tails” and then we cut to the next scene

we have sarada fighting claw grimes. first with a fire ball jutsu and then a chidori. i’m not sure why the jonin is… amazed by sarada’s abilities here?? he’s in disbelief she’s still a genin, yet… yeah, she did a fire ball jutsu and chidori. those are basic jutsu genin sasuke had mastered. i suppose you can say they ARE genin level ninjutsu if genin sasuke was using these left and right ?? i’m not sure why they made this jonin so amazed. sarada’s also been using fire ball jutsu and chidori since part one, so there truly is no reason to be so awestruck by her abilities. we’ve seen this before. of course, we’re not going to see her new strongest abilities right off the bat since the time skip is just starting, but you’d think she’d be showing some new move that’ll be shown more later ?? the jonin acknowledging her abilities kind of feels like a lazy attempt to make sarada look good without putting in the effort towards writing her character

anyway, sarada asks why her ranking matters as a claw grime sneaks up on her. this jonin takes the fall for her, which makes sense. she was caught off-guard. this claw grime then begins turning into a tree and another does so as well

interesting stuff. i do wonder why. we’ll see eventually of course :3

boruto and code keep having a chat. code tells boruto he knows plenty about ten tails, but boruto insists these are different thanks to code enhancing them and how they’ll end up with the “worst possible future ever”. he will spare him if code leads him to the main body of ten tails. tells him to do one act of good, but code refuses saying boruto will be the one dying

okay… now this makes me wonder… these panels either foreshadow code’s death in the future OR his redemption. this could literally go either way. boruto says he’ll spare him if he leads him to ten tails or it’s death for code. one could obviously say code will be the one dying… true… boruto maybe won’t kill him now?? the time skip just started, so it makes no sense to boot off the main viallin. not yet anyway. but he said he will spare him if code complies. it could be that eventually code does comply. i don’t know. the main villains from the start have always been the otsutsuki. and kara yes, but the consistent ones are the otsutsuki. code isn’t an otsutsuki. he wasn’t even compatible to be an otsutsuki vessel so it wouldn’t be weird to me if he ends up redeemed tbh…

naruto was also about forgiveness and redemption. so far none of the boruto characters in the main cast need redemption. boruto (kawaki) is being seen as the bad guy, but he’s not evil. he hasn’t gone bad yet. anyway…

boruto starts his new rasengan resulting in code calling him a “one-trick pony” 😭😭 like pls code you didn’t have to say it like that😭 but i have to say he’s not… wrong. all boruto has going for him are rasengan variations. the poor guy needs more moves dammit. he’s the main character. do something with him !! justice for boruto fr fr

anyway, the chapter ends here. now i patiently wait for chapter 3 to drop !! let’s see what comes next. we do notice mitsuki was in the first chapter saying he’ll kill boruto and he was absent in this one. i think it’s still too early to kill off code, so their fight is definitely being interrupted. possibly it’ll be mitsuki but who knows. we’ll see :3

#boruto #boruto two blue vortex #boruto manga #boruto 82 #boruto manga review

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toiletwipes · 3 years

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simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

#simpbur #simpbur smut #simpbur x reader #k: praise #k: overstim #k: dacryphilia #k: dry humping #tw: afab #this just feels like crap but i have not been able to write anything else #really sorry

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Flower Girl and her Football Boys|A Mason Mount and Ben Chilwell love triangle Fanfiction

Chapter 8: 1/3-Masons pov:

Masterlist:

Notes: I so sorry for talking ages to post this lol, but finally tis is 1/3 or my three part finale! thank you for all the kind messages, enjoy<3

warnings: Mensions of sex, swearing.

Mason

The next day Mason charged into Cobham training centre with steam practically spiralling out of his ears. His face had been sour for the last 24 hours, well since finding out about his best mate and the girl he had really liked had been sleeping together behind his back.

He at first found it easier to blame you, you had been two timing Ben and himself, but then he figured Ben was just as bad.

Mason had told Ben just before leaving for your date he had thought he might have developed feelings for you, not knowing at the time Ben was literally sending flowers to your house...

So Mason walked into the changing rooms, trying to control his anger, but when we saw Ben calmly sitting in the bench as if he was a saint Masons mind flickered to all the times he had openly spoken about you in these changing rooms, and Ben hadn’t said a word.

That was the last straw for Mason as he barged through the room dropping all his stuff on the floor as he made is was over to Ben.

“You!” Mason yelled, as he fast paced walked to Ben, a few of the boys had turned around at Masons elevated voice, thinking it was no more than some friendly banter.

They couldn't have been more wrong, especially when Mason wrapped his hands around the collar of Bens shirt, pulling him up and off the bench bringing him to eye level.

Ben placed his hands up in defence, he had figured what Mason might have been angry about.

“You sneaky little fucker!” Mason growled in Bens face, while pulling Ben by his shirt to be closer to masons face.

“Woah” a few of the boys said as they dropped there stuff running over to Mason and Ben.

“What the fuck Mason?” Rudiger said as he places his hands in between the two.

Mason pushed tonis hand out of the way, still glaring at Ben, with a strong hold on his shirt.

“What? Not got anything to say?” Mason questioned Ben with raised eyebrows.

“Mase-“ Ben sighed as he places his hand on top of masons arm.

“Don’t you ‘mase’ me.” Mason said as he let go of Ben, standing back slightly.

“What the fuck boys?” Timo said in his accent as he came up behind mason, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Mason turned to timo before laughing, “Turns out Bens been shagging the girl I’ve been seeing.”

The changing room went quiet as Mason continued to speak, “She got the flowers you sent her by the way, the ones you had send to her house, yeah I answered the door when they were delivered.”

There was a slice that filled the room, just a few 'oohs' from the boys out of shock.

Ben sighed as he places his hand on his face, rubbing his temples.

“Yeah, i saw the little note you wrote her too, the one that said you would wait for her or some shit.” Mason rasised his eyebrows and scoffed.

“Mason, mate I-“ Ben tried to reason but was cut off by Mason.

“I don’t want to hear it. You can have her, you both deserve each other. But I hope you know I hate you for this. Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.” Mason glared at Ben before walking out of the changing rooms dramatically.

All the boys were quiet, as they watched Ben fall back onto the bench, his head in his hands.

“I’ll erm- I’ll go check on mase.” Kai murmured out before running out after mason, Christian following him behind.

“What the fuck Ben man.” Timo calmly said as he sat down next to Ben, placing his hand on his back.

“I know, I know…”

Mason was true to his word, he didn’t speak to Ben. No matter how hard Ben tried to get his best friend back, but mason was having none of it. The only time Mason even shared a glance in Bens direction was when he had to pass him a ball in training or a match. He tried to keep professional but his blood boiled around the pleasance of Ben.

And for you, Mason hadn’t spoken to you either, he wanted to keep as much distance as possible. He would even turn his head when he drove past the shop, avoiding catching any glances of you through the window.

But it had now been 3 months since Mason hadn’t spoken to you, and he had officially grieved you for as long as he’s know known you. And as much as he hated himself for it he couldn’t help up stare up at his ceiling at night and wonder what it would’ve felt like to love you, in more ways than one.

But he didn’t reach out to you, your number just becoming a lost contact his phone.

The absence of ben hit him harder than he thought it would, Mason had friends, but Ben was less of a friend more like a brother. He missed the way him and Ben would terrorise the training grounds, the staff had some how managed to miss it too. There was a friendly banter that always roomed the air of cobham when the troublesome two were around, but since Masons declaration to never talk to ben again the atmosphere was rather...dull.

3 mouthes and 12 days later...

Mason was walking up cobham highstreet with his family, his sister pushing an empty pram while his dad and brother in law chatted in the background. Masons hand was firmly wrapped around summers little one as he was slightly hunched over so she could reach and wrap her hands around his index finger.

"Oh mase, take us in that flower shop you keep going on about." Masons mum, Debbie exclaimed.

Mason forgot that he had paractically brought his mum flowers and had them sent down to Portsmouth for weekends in a row, it was his way of having an excuse to see you.

"Its probably closed." Mason said with a a shallow tone as he shrugged, then bending down to pick up summer who was making grabby hands at him.

"Its a Friday?" Jazz said with a smirk, "I highly doubt its closed."

"Its the one with the purple sign right? Come on then lets cross the road." Said Debbie as she waved to mason dad to cross the road to the shop.

Mason just stiffened on the side, not moving as summer pointed to her nan who was already crossing the road.

What Mason wanted to say at that moment was 'I don't want to' but then things would be suspicious and his mum would clearly know something was up, he wanted to save the embarrassment of anyone else knowing how deeply hurt he was, so he put on a brave face as she pretended to not be bothered about the whole situation.

"ill just wait outside." Mason said with his lips pressed in a straight line.

"Suit yourself then." Debbie waved him off as she walked inside.

You head snapped up at the rigging of the bell that signified when the door opened, you washed your face with a bright smile as you watched what looked like a mother and daughter with a young girl.

"Hiya." you said.

Debbie turned to the counter, she flashed you an all to familiar smile before turning back to the flowers.

You knew exactly by the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled and her bright white teeth who she was. You couldn't stop the ball that formed at the back of your throat as you smiled at who you knew was his sister.

"Hi, im Jazz." She smiled at you as she ruined after summer who was smelling all of the pretty flowers.

"Y/n." You smiled as you watched summer waddle around the shop.

"You probably know my brother? He talks about this place all the time."

There it was. You knew then was most certainly right about your theory.

You stood in silence for a second before jazz spoke up again, "Sorry, mason, his names mason." She giggled before Debbie walked over.

"Yeah I know Mason." You tried to put on a brave face.

"He loves it in here, he would talk about the little flower shop on the phone all the time. I think now maybe I know why." Debbie smirked as she looked over to jazz.

You felt a rising blush climb your cheeks, the fact he spoke about you enough for his mum to know who you were.

"I see the obsession with buying flowers every weekend now." Jazz giggles as you stood smiling.

Laughing with Masons family felt natural, only making the guilt in your stomach ponder for longer, as you looked at the life you could have had with him but you went and fucked it.

"Hes outside, ill tell him to come in!" Debbie exclaimed as she ignored your protests and made way to the door shouldering masons name.

It was at this moment you realised how much he must hate you, he stood outside rather than having to bare the site of you.

Your body stiffened as you watch mason walk into the shop, it was something you hadn't seen in 3 months, and you realised how much you missed his presence.

He didn't look as tanned as he did the last time you saw him, he had let his hair grow out though, he looked like Prince Charming.

Summer made a b line for her uncle as she bumped into him, making grabby hands for him to pick her up.

“I was just saying to y/n how lovely it is in here.” Debbie smiled as she patted her sons shoulder.

Mason looked up and for a split second he felt his heart almost…mend?

He wasn’t sure what was happening but the sight to you soothed him more then it hurt, it was at this point he thought back to something his roommate Nathan had said.

Mason had been searched up on his sofa for days, cuddling the blanket that somehow managed to smell like you, as he watched depressing romantic movies.

“You need to get off the sofa mate.” Nathan frowned as he looked at the array of empty glasses and plates spread through their living room.

“I can’t.” Mason mumbled as he continued to aim the control at the tv, scrolling through Netflix, deciding to watch the note book again.

“Listen man, I don’t get it but-“

“Your right, you don’t get it, it’s like a double blow man, love lost my best mate and the first girl I’ve told my mum about since Chloe.” Mason snapped as he turned to look at Nathan.

“I get it, trust me, but this-“ Nathan pointed to all the mess, “this is no bueno.” He said with a sympathetic smile as he stared to pick up some of the glasses to take to the kitchen.

“What do I do?” Mason mumbled as he brought the blanked further up his body to shield his face.

“You need closure.” Nathan said as he walked out the room.

“Closure?”

It was now Mason understood that advice, but the fact your presence didn’t pain him as much as he hoped scared him, and made him fear for his heart.

He watched as his mum wondered around the shop so he thought he would be brave and walk up to the counter.

“Hi.” Was all he managed to say, in his head he had a thousand words, but for now a simple ‘hi’ was all he could manage.

“Hey mase.” You smile sympathetically, you pitted him.

The who Interaction was long and blunt, juxtaposed to the last interaction you had, that ended with Mason saying he wanted to be as far away from you as possible, but here he was, standing in your shop with his niece on his hip.

You waved at summer as she buried herself in the crook of masons neck.

“How have u been?” You asked, mentally cringing at the fact that it might have come off sarcastic.

“I’ve been, okay, I guess.” Mason smiled as he looked away from you to look at summer, fiddling with her pig tails, placing a delicate kiss to the back of her head.

“You been okay?” Mason said bluntly.

“Been alright, I guess.” You said with a smile.

There was a lingering silence before mason accidentally blurted bout the words that were in his mind.

“I’ve missed you.”

‘Shit, did he just say that out loud?’ Mason thought as his own eyes went wide as his statement.

“You have?” You questioned.

The hesitation in your voice made mason turn to you with confusion, “Of corse I have.” Mason said with a smile, that stupid stupid smile that managed to warm up your cold heart in seconds. “Haven’t found a better bowling partner since.” Mason smirked.

“I guess I'm just one of a kind mount, can’t replace me.” You smirk back at him.

“Oh trust me, I know.”

Then Masons mother came over, placing some flowers down on the counter as she smirked between the two of you.

“Y/n, would you like to come to dinner with us tonight my love?”

You looked up at mason, you wasn’t sure what to say, so you searched every part of his face gif approval.

“I-I don’t- I’m not sure.” You smiled as you focus on wrapping the flowers.

Debbie nudged mason as he finally spoke up, “You should come y/n.” Mason said with a warm smile.

“Are you sure because I don’t want to Interrupt family time-“

“Nonsense dear!” Said Debbie.

You passed her her flowers as she got out her card, you waved her off and told her they were on the house, but she protested until you gave in.

“See you later on dear.” Said Debbie as he took her flowers and followed jazz out the shop.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Mason said.

“Are you sure you want me too? I can make up an excuse, tell them I had a car accident or something I dunno.” You were panicking slightly.

“Stop worrying, I’ll pick you up at seven.” Mason smiles as he started to walk out the shop.

But as he got to the door you realised you forgot to say something back.

"Mase. Ive missed you too."

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