#fuck bro i just. need to figure out casual friends

[dragqueenpentheus]

do i actually want to date someone or am i just crushed by loneliness and want someone to prove it isn't too much work to love me???? more @ eleven

#the thought of setting up a dating profile makes me want to throw up. like for real zero exaggeration i start having Problems. #but sitting in this apartment without anyone breaks my heart #buried in the basement of elmwood avenue #i want to do things for people i want to go places w people #i want to have a person i tell things to #at the same time this heat has been turning me into a fucking Beast of a person #i get so hot and overwhelmed and frustrated over the smallest things and it makes me feel like. toxic to inhale. #i talked to deb a lot this week about how. like. i know love is real. i feel love for people in my life! #but 24/7 romantic love seems. like such insane effort. on everyones part. #fuck bro i just. need to figure out casual friends #talking to people terrifies me. trusting people terrifies me. its so much easier to burrow deep in the soils with the bugs #there's people i miss and who i want to talk to more and who i want to spend more time with but holy fuck #imitating has gotten so insanely hard #i've been trying to call my own grandfather back for five days #lays down. i HAVE to stop watching 90s rom-coms. #this happens every time #irl #personal #DEEPLY personal lmfao..... #one day i'll have faith in myself anf others and trust people to love me maybe. for now. i'll make some strawberry syrup maybe. #i'm still not over that big fucking bug though so no kitchen activities for awhile

[belovedyandere]

I’ve been thinking about it and how about a jock x himbo jock, where himbo jock has a huge crush for jock but doesn’t think that jock would like them because they think that jock just sees them as a teammate but jock has a huge crush on himbo but himbo is just too oblivious?

cw. dubcon, manipulation, objectification, sexual themes, yandere themes

How could your Jock not notice that you have feelings for him? With the way his arm encircles your shoulder as he greets you from behind, making your face flush. Or when he is on the field and you constantly gaze at him. Gives him such an ego boost, his face all smug and chest pumped out as though he had won some sort of competition.

The Jock was without a doubt completely enlightened by this realisation, yet even then he thought he was going insane. No matter how many times you were invited to his home, touched, or flirted with, you never made the connection. Never attempt to read between the lines. The Jock found it frustrating considering you felt the same way about him; ergo, why won't you just be his? Were you trying to be difficult? No, you were too kind to dally with anyone for so long. Perhaps you did feel something for him, but all you would let yourself do was that. The Jock seemed to accept that prospect as the answer.

Obviously the Jock wouldn’t allow this. He was certainly on the verge of snapping, your taunting had only added fuel to the fire. The first step was accomplished when he pulled you aside before training and casually suggested that you visit his house after. And you obviously agreed, you were always susceptible to persuasion, especially from the Jock. The way your eyes fixed on him and muttering “yes” while nodding was fucking adorable to him. Even when it was to pull you away from your fuckwit friends, you would happily allow him to drag you away. But nevertheless, he knew to ask you, you always responded better to kinder interactions.

He kept glancing to the other side of the field where you took part in different exercises. Once you both were free to go, the two of you walked side by side, walking to his house, and it was unbearable. He didn’t care for the conversations, not with his heart in his throat. Your jock never experienced fear in hooking up, he’s confident in his looks and his charm. He can get anyone he’d like, but this is different. This feels too…heavy, the outcome can make or break him. And just as he was riddled in his thoughts, he comes to realise you’re in his room standing in front of him, waiting for him to respond back to your question. “What?” He asked flustered, though it seemed more aggressive in your eyes.

Throughout his training, he kept looking over to where you were waiting for him. When training was over, the two of you left together, but the distance to his house was painful. With his heart in his throat, he didn't pay any mind to your chatting. He was too lost in his head to focus. Your Jock is aware of his looks and charms, he’s confident in getting whatever he wants from others, hookups are no different. He can choose anybody he wants, yet this is different. It feels too…heavy, as if the result may make or break him. While lost in thought, your voice brings him back, only to then realises that you are in his room, standing in front of him and waiting for him to answer your question. “What?” He asked flustered, although it appeared more aggressive in your eyes. You explained that you asked what he wanted to do, with the usual routine being the both of you lazing around and watching tv.

Taking in a sharp breath, he just figured to get this over with. Even if his heart made him believe he may need to be sent to the hospital, he wanted to finish this stupid game. “I like you. No I mean- I like you but like like- fuck, give me a second–“ His hands went to his temple, as though to ground him better and to help him focus on his words, trying to recall what he would usually say to others when he wanted ask them out. “Bro, ignore the first part, what I’m trying to say is- I, uh, what I mean is, I want us to be a thing.” He felt pure embarrassment and rage at how fucking stupid he was acting, and to see your confused face felt like ten new blows to his chest. “Ugh fuck it, this is what I want.” Gripping your shoulders, he pushed your back to his bed as he hovered over you. His fingers gripping your chin roughly, his lips smashing into yours. It felt like a desperate attempt, it was a desperate attempt. His heart was beating too fast, he was trying so hard to keep his hands from shaking while trying to focus. His eyes were nailed shut, not wanting to open his eyes to find rejection in yours.

But when he felt your own lips move against his, your arm wrap around his shoulders and your legs snake his hips. He has to pull back, as if his mind had to be playing tricks on him. You stared back, bashful, wondering if you had done something wrong but just as quickly as the both of you paused, you both went back as before, however this time more forceful and passionate. Clothes had been stripped, drool had been dripping from your chin while his own was being worked and stretched within your hole. “Fuck…” he whispers gravelly, too horny to even look at you, “Never thought a guys ass could look this fucking hot…” He muttered, eager to put his throbbing cock in you, it felt unbearable at this point, it needed to be held and caressed tightly, and he exactly where it would be treated perfectly.

As he entered, you immediately squeezed around his tip, and his head drops back in utter pleasure while he sloppily rolls my hips hard. You moan, and so does he. He jerks back, then thrusts back in, snapping his hips. “Fuck, pretty boy is a little slut, huh?” He huskily remarks, licking his lips while his eyes scan your red-skinned face. Your mouth left open at the foreign sensations, he couldn’t help but lean towards you and have his own drool drip into your mouth, feeling a certain buzz as he watches you swallow it.

He savours the way you take his bulge with each hard shunt, and he makes you take it again and again. Each time, a mewl leaves your parted lips, addicting him. He speeds up as your body adjusts to accept him. You work with his rhythm, wanting to please him more, to see his face scrunch harder with pleasure, you continually squeeze and release. “You were always so fucking dumb,” He says in between grunts, the muscles in his arm bunching as he speeds his thrusts, “But it’s okay, pretty boys like you don’t need to be smart. They just need to take my cock like a doll, my pretty doll who gets dumber each time I fuck him.” He chuckles at his words, noticing how you don’t even seem to be taking anything in other than the rough thrusts of his angry cock.

Before long, he’s rutting into you in a craze, muttering your name, your noises spurring him on, your accepting body tormenting him, and all he want is to fill you with his, to possess it. And that is exactly what he does, he coats your insides with thick strips of his cum, while your own covers his stomach. “I waited too long for this, baby, we’re not gonna finish until one of us passes out.”

#yandere jock #jock #yandere jock x himbo jock reader #belovedyandere oc #male reader #yandere smut #yandere

[diorsluv]

casual , part 4

“ that i’m just a girl that you bang on your couch ”

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_quinnhughes cream cheese is so dirty now

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mackie.samo NORMALIZE FRIEND DATES!!!

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trevorzegras so you’re the boyfriend

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username73 who’s gonna tell ethan rut stole his girl

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rutgermcgroarty IM FAV IDIOT #1

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username79 rosie and rut hooked up whaaaaat 😱

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jackhughes the sunglasses are pretty stylish if i do say so myself

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next chapter notes ) low quality chapters lets goooo (not proofread)

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x y/n #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards fanfic #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield #alex turcotte #luke hughes #mackie samoskevich #mark estapa #dylan duke #rutger mcgroarty #luca fantilli #adam fantilli

[omgpoindexter]

any nurseydex fics on ur mind lately? I find myself thinking about them more lately but seem to have read everything for them!

to be honest i’ve not been reading too many new fics lately, i’ve mainly been writing. hopefully some of my own fics will be out there and on your mind early next year!

but here’s some from the amazing folks on this here site that stay on my mind. most of them aren’t new, i’m not very good at keeping up to date, but hopefully there’s something new for you here that you’ll love!

under the cut because this got long <3

a comprehensive guide to not talking about it by @alocalband

Nursey tried to kiss him.

Derek Nurse tried to kiss him.

The more Dex thinks about it, the more absolutely ridiculous it sounds.

one of my favourite fics of all time. just perfect. read anything by them actually, they’re all brilliant! this one though, i revisit it so often i could recite it by now.

to be alone with you also by alocalband

Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

im not going to list all of their fics (even though i could) but this one needs listing. always on my mind.

marie, hold on tight (and down we went) by @petedavidsonscock

Nursey says, “I’m melancholic as fuck right now, bros.”

Chowder opens his mouth to prompt him to continue, but Dex elbows him and mutters, “Don’t encourage him.”

short but so, so sweet. they’re best friends!!! also poor chowder. his endless over it-ness is one of my favourite nurseydex tropes

counting stars (what we could be) also by petedavidsonscock

Nursey has spent the last four years pretending to believe in astrology to annoy Dex. But with graduation coming up, the bit has to come to an end. Luckily, Dex is probably going to take the news in a really chill, normal, casual way.

this made me laugh out loud. nursey would totally do this and it would absolutely play out in this exact way. hilarious

in front of the same bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity

It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom.

(Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

UGH! just something about nursey and dex learning to live alongside each other and talking about the important things and being BEST FRIENDS. and kissing. obviously. this is another fic i reread every month or so

too much (extra) by @denois / @sexydexynurse

Dex nodded, not moving his gaze from the path in front of them. "Well, if there's anything I can do to help, I've got your back."

Snorting, Nursey's mouth let out the first words he thought without his permission. "Not much you can do unless you're going to date me."

i was smiling all the way through this and so i think more people need to read it. it’s super cute. dex wooing nursey is honestly one of my fave things because he deserves it!!!!

kiss my chapped lips and call me yours by @omgdexnursey

Dex prefers things that are easy, simple, and straightforward.

Nursey is none of those things.

angst warning, but also CUTE WARNING. this is a really sweet story. because nursey is SO MUCH and dex doesn’t get it until he does. but them learning to take care of each other and being soft… i need a minute

i’m sinking fast (it’s alright)

Dex blinks up at the ceiling a few times, trying to reckon with himself and the constant loop of what are we doing what are we doing what are we doing spinning through his dehydrated brain.

When he turns his head, Nursey's already dozing off. Dex sighs, gazing back up at the ceiling, puzzled by the warm press of Nursey’s leg against his, the very insistence of them sharing a bed.

Friends don’t do this, he thinks.

the character development in this is just. i love it. the journey through the seasons, the passage of time… gorgeous

i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm by @jennybeantime

It's senior year and No, Dex is Not attracted to Nursey and No, he is Not going to do anything about it.

use a taylor song as your fic title and you’ve got me. obsessed with how soppy and cute this story is. obsessed with dex having absolutely zero self control. obsessed!!!!

can’t hide from you like i hide from myself by @andtimestoodstill

In which Dex has only applied to jobs in cities that Nursey has applied to grad schools in. They are Not Together.

oh gosh, their banter and interactions in this are so charming, chowder and the others included. even the arguing (there’s arguing!! angst warning!!!). i really enjoyed this, i never read much later fic but this is a great example. adorable

#edit added another good’un! #i hope at least one of these is new for you!!!!! #i need to get better at reading recent nurseydex fics i always just go back to my old faithfuls #new years resolution read more ! #nurseydex #answers #anon #omgcp #fic rec

[btnclmrttn]

Hope I’m not bothering, man but I’ve come with another request. Take your time with it and don’t worry about when you get to it. I just enjoy your writing😁 My request is, of course, another Garou one but this one being reader insert friendship hcs. I think it’d be interesting for him to have a friend he can just goof around with and have legit listen to him. Like figuratively and literally poking fun at the other, playful insults, a bit of rough housing (reader has a surprisingly good kick), taking casual strolls, commit petty crimes, hanging around at the reader’s apartment, that kind of thing. 😊

U never bother me bro 🥺 he rly need a friend like that

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He got a nickname for his dear friend. It's Motherfucker

Dude never directly takes about his feelings at first, usually jokes about his pain before you can weed out his real problems. He'd appreciate it if you still acted like a dumbass

He IS the dumbest bitch you could ever have the pleasure of knowing. Be like "hey watch this" and jump off a roof into a garbage can

Always breaking into your place it's rediculous. And eating yo food

You know how many times you walk into your room and he sleep on your bed? Too damn many. With ALL the blankets. He feels comfortable sleeping around you though, at least

Always down for a sleepover, but sometimes feels bad he don't have a place fr you can come around too.

Rough housing is declared non verbally. He just puts his hands up and it means "let's go" sometimes it's on sight. You got him good with that kick once that was as close as you'll get to a surrender. He fights to win

He LOVES playful insults. It's almost a way he expresses his affections. He always on his bullshit with you and it makes him so happy you do the same

He's actually into people watching, but with you, he's just roasting them. Nothing seriously mean just "why he look like Big Bird 🧐?"

Petty crimes are fun but they're hard to get away with because he keeps holding back laugher, making you do the same, and you both start fucking laughing blowing your cover

Sometimes he does it when you guys are just chilling. Just laughing for no damn reason

Don't you dare go steal some shit without him though unless you get him something he'll be mad you left him out 😡

Never admits it but always wants to stroll with you. Just likes walking and being chill

Sometimes sneaks up on you in public and if you don't catch him, you're getting in a headlock

#one punch man #opm #anime #opm x reader #garou hcs #garou the monster #garou opm #garou headcanons #one punch man garou #garou #garou x reader #garou x y/n

[vibes-of-chaos]

Well now you actually have to tell us the story concept.

Oh boy. Jwjwjdj

Okay so it starts off with a demon summoning. You know, as you do.

A depressed trans guy in his 20s with agoraphobic tendencies finds a summoning ritual for a demon who "makes contracts of satisfaction" and the dudes like. "Huh, it's been years since my clinical depression has let me feel satisfied about anything. Maybe I'll try that?" And he does the ritual. Bing bang boom, it works and now there's a demon in his livingroom signing the contract.

Except the demon is like. An incubus. And by "satisfaction" they meant ORGASMS and shit. Kind of a mislabel. And the sneaky bastard put "this document is immutably binding until we conceive the fruits of our labor" in the contract, because he was going to try to use this to get some cool demon children.

PLOT TWIST: the trans guy is post-op and has no reproductive capabilities. So, effectively, it is impossible to fulfill the contract.

But the demon is completely unbothered by this, treating the sad human man as though they've known each other for years, and seems oddly excited about this development, not even blinking before he opts to take on a human appearance and move in with the wet paper bag of a man to act as his "lawful consort". Defaulting to calling him "sweetheart" and "doll" while making casual conversation about how much mashed potatoes have changed since the last time he was in the mortal realm.

Human: *internal screaming*

Demon: So, I should have a human name, right? So I can meet all your human friends and family? Is Bob too generic? Or maybe Lucien, that would be fucking hilarious...

So now this work-from-home wet cat who's clocked 10,000 hours into Skyrim is stuck with a surprise room mate (and they were room mates!) who views kinky sex as a friendly bonding exercise between bros (it's not gay to kiss the homies good night!) in a one bedroom apartment (there was only one bedñ).

~perspective change as the human lays in bed trying to sleep off his emotional exhaustion~

It turns out that the demon does know our protagonist, and they were lovers in several of the human's previous lives. The human doesn't remember this, but the demon does, and now wants to use this opportunity to get the human to fall in love with him again and this time choose to go to hell with him. Because the human has never once chosen to follow him into hell, no matter how deeply in love they were, and for the life of him he can't figure out why.

Demon: if I didn't know any better, my darling, I'd think you were trying to torture me... I know not who made your soul, but I curse and thank them in equal measure. This time, I will not fail. I'll save your soul by damning you to my own palace of hell, and then you need never suffer again. I will turn you into a prince, just as you have turned me into a kind and caring man... For you. And only for you.

Human: honk shoe honk shoe mimimimimimi

Shenanigans ensue, and that's where my brain stops forming the idea. Iwjsndjfj

#ideas #important #story concept

[justplainwhump]

oooooohhh "If you don't do it, I will." for Tyler perhaps 👀 -vic

Faces

Thank you for that ask, @wildfaewhump! I'm using it for the next chapter of Tyler.

Follows immediately after [Sidewalk].

[Masterpost]

Content - This is set in the BBU, and WRU is discussed, but no pet whump in this one. Gun, threats, angst, and betrayal.

"Thank god you're here," Tara mumbled into Tyler's hair, while she refilled her glass at the sink. She wasn't hurt, he assessed. All herself, if just slightly annoyed. The circles under her eyes could've grown slightly deeper, but apart from that she seemed... fine. It should've been a relief. It wasn't. "They're creeping me out. Just sitting there, horrible at small talk. Your work friend is fucking weird, bro."

Louder, with a fake cheer to her voice, she added. "Nice meeting you, Alex. I'll leave you two to it, then. Have fun."

"No," Alex said plainly. "This is about you, after all." They strolled to the door and turned the key, tucking it into their pocket.

Next to Tyler, Tara stiffened. "What the fuck? This is our place, dude, unlock that door."

Alex casually reached under their jacket and pulled out a gun, considering it for a second, before they placed it on the table. They looked up at Tara and Tyler with a raised eyebrow.

"What the fuck is an appropriate question. What the fuck, Tyler?"

Tara flinched. "You-"

Tyler put a hand on her arm. "I... Let me do the talking?"

"You should," Alex said. "Do the talking. Talk to our employer. I know you've been protecting her. I've figured out in like, 20 minutes. Now, our colleagues obviously lack some deductive qualities, but you can't fool them forever. Not after what you did with 242."

Tyler forced his heart to beat slower, counted his breath, before he asked, "Why are you here, Alex?"

Tara shoved his hand away and folded her arms looking from him to Alex. "Who's... who's your employer, Ty? Why do I have to do with them?"

Alex' eyebrows shot up. "You don't know? Why are you living with him then? If you aren't trying to spy for your subversive little anti capitalist stories?"

"Ty?" Tara asked, voice a little higher than it should be. "What is going on?"

"WRU," Tyler said quietly. It didn't make sense to hide it. It was too late. Everything was. "I'm a handler at WRU. Alex is in Acquisitions."

"What?"

"And you're collecting dirt on WRU, Tara McKenzie. We don't accept this."

Tara stepped back, but she was already cornered, back pressing against the kitchen sink. "You can't be serious."

"Tyler." Alex pointed his gun at Tyler's pocket, at the shape of his phone pressing through the fabric. No. No. They couldn't probably know that. "You make the call. Tell them you were confused, you wanted to find out yourself, but you know who that journalist is, and where she lives. There's an acquisition team just two blocks away. They'll take her in, and this is over. You'll be fine. They have nothing in their hands against you. Maybe they'll hold back some money of your paycheck to cover the mess you've made today. But that's... that's it. You wouldn't lose anything more."

"You... You want me to make an acquisition call on my best friend?"

Alex clicked their tongue. "She's obviously not your friend, if you need to keep half your life a secret from her. I am being your friend right now. I am helping you, Tyler. You need to make that call."

Tyler's hands dug into the edge of the countertop behind him. He shook his head, jaw clenched. "I won't."

"If you don't do it, I will." With their free hand, Alex pulled out their own phone. "Last chance. I don't want to lose you, Tyler. You... I really like you."

"Then let us both go, Alex. I... Nobody needs to know you were here. We'll run. We'll... I'll... I know places. You wouldn't have to fight me. You wouldn't have to... lose me."

"No." Tara hissed. "No, I won't run with a fucking WRU handler. And, Alex," She spat their name."I won't get taken in, either. I'm a journalist. I have friends. People will be looking for me. They'll know what you did."

"Like Zsuzsanna?"

"Suzy." All color seemed to drain from Tara's face. "What about her?"

"What do you think led to this little meeting here? Tyler, will you tell her what you did to her friend today?"

Tyler shook his head. "I... I won't let that happen to Tara."

"What did you do, Tyler?" Tara stared at him from wide eyes. "What... What did you do?"

"Last chance to come to reason, Tyler." He heard the gun click behind him. "She won't ever be with you on this. The company still can be."

"Ty... I..." Tara slowly shook her head in disbelief. Her legs trembled, knees gave in, and she slowly sank down the tiled wall. Blue, Tyler thought. Their kitchen tiles were blue. She'd never see blue tiles again. "I hate you. How could... How could you do all this? The lies? The... The work? Suzy? How... How could you ever pretend to be my friend?"

Alex stepped in behind him, and something hard pressed in his side.

"Just make the call." It wasn't the gun that Alex was sliding to him. It was their phone. "The number is in it."

For a second Tyler thought about fighting. He wasn't a fighter, though. And Alex, easily overlooked number cruncher, master strategist, cold faced planner; they were. Tyler had never inquired about their past. Maybe he should've.

"I hate you," Tara whispered.

Tyler took the phone and pressed the call button.

By his side, Alex patted his shoulder.

In front of him Tara closed her eyes, face pressed against blue tiles.

The radio was still playing her favourite station.

"Acquisition desk," a hollow voice said from the phone.

"This is WRU Handler Tyler Parker. ID 002-A3F. I need a team deployed to my private address. 351 Bellevue Avenue. ASAP."

"Target?"

Tara's hand clenched into one of the tea towels, the one he had gotten her, with the logo of her favourite soccer team.

Tyler swallowed back the lump in his throat.

"McKenzie. Tara."

[Next]

#bbu #tyler parker #handler tyler #Tara McKenzie #alex nadler #betrayal

[lexxypillz]

The Day Blue Got His College Roommate - a Dick Figures fanfic

Blue arrived in his college dorm room. He felt a breath of fresh air as he walked in. He decided to move to a new college after living with his mother for the past eighteen years. This was the moment he deserved and his chance to make friends. He couldn’t resist the troubles he went through in his teen years.

He opened his traveling case and removed his clothes, toiletries, and game consoles. As a young child, Blue’s mother insisted him to dress formally because according to her, casual clothing was associated with the devil. Since he didn’t live with his mother anymore, he planned on wearing skinny jeans and blue Converse sneakers instead.

Blue arranged his bedsheets on the mattress and hung his calendar of the U.S.S. Enterprise above the frame. He placed his Funko Pop of Worf on the desk and placed his notebooks and pencils into its drawers. He tried to avoid thinking of his mother as he organized his area. At this moment, his roommate knocked on the door.

“What’s taking you so long?” said the voice from outside. “I want to have sex with you.”

A long, unkempt mop of fiery red hair burst through the dorm. An emo bang stood out from a red backwards cap. He wore a black sleeveless tee and torn jeans. This appeared to be an immediate sign of danger for Blue.

His roommate had brought a red sleeping bag and a worn-out backpack with him. He tossed the bag onto the mattress and didn’t care if he made a mess or not. He just wanted to prepare for school as soon as possible.

“You seem familiar,” said Blue. “When was the last time I saw you?”

“When we were 13, I guess,” said the redhead. “I remember when you had tiny boobs.”

Blue took out a photo from his case and saw an image of his mother and three children. He frowned at the picture and recalled his memories of being a small girl.

“Why are you still calling me a girl?” said Blue. “I’m a boy for Christ’s sake. Do you think I’m a girl because of my hair?”

Red noticed his roommate’s long blue curls. To him, that must be a girl.

“You definitely look and sound like one,” said Red.  “This year, I’ll have sex with ten thousand ladies. And a few guys as well.”

Blue stared at his roommate. “College isn’t about getting ladies. It’s more important for you to get a bachelor’s degree and a full-time job.”

“I already have a job. Fucking tons of bitches.”

“Sex doesn’t sound like a good job. You obviously didn’t go to high school, did you?”

“Of course I don’t,” said Red. “I love getting laid.”

“Listen, Red. I’m struggling with depression right now. My father is dead, and my mother doesn’t give a shit. If only I needed help for this.”

“Why don’t you try some beer and see what happens?” asked Red.

Beer? The idea of drinking haunted Blue. He never tasted it before, and only heard of it through commercials on his uncle’s TV.

“I’m definitely not drinking beer today,” said Blue. “I was raised in a Catholic family and went to a private school. My mom thinks I’ll die if I touch it.”

“Come on, Blue. You won’t die if you touch beer. If a giant robot attacks our building, drink beer. If King Kong climbs the largest skyscraper—”

“Please don’t get me into this. I’d rather study and play video games.”

“Just shut your mouth and drink beer. It’s good for you”

Blue was still having doubts about this mysterious drink. If his mom saw him drinking beer, she would punish him. He felt she would take away his belongings and pressure him to roll around in the mud with pigs. At least he had an annoying roommate to deal with.

He couldn’t believe what he saw when he peeked into one of the pockets of Red’s backpack. It was full of softcore porn magazines and 1980’s cassette tapes. A pack of cigarettes lay in the pencil pouch. Red was obviously too young to own any of these. How could his life be so messy and careless?

He opened another pocket. An entire supply of beer cans awaited him. Blue hesitated; he didn’t want to piss off his deeply religious mother. As he browsed through the cans, he wondered why on Earth a young man his age would own a full stash.

“How much beer do you have?” asked Blue.

“Over ten thousand,” said Red. “That shows how awesome I am.”

“I only see twelve. You’re clearly stretching yourself.”

Blue took out a can from his roommate’s backpack. He could sense the fear he faced as a child when his mother warned him not to drink it. He was afraid of how his mother pressured him to join a religious school where he wasn’t allowed to display his true gender. He was afraid of the trauma he experienced when his mother insulted him for trying to act like a boy.

He glanced at the expiration date which read June 12. Today was September 9.

“That beer’s expired!” said Blue. “You clearly can’t read. You can’t even store it properly!”

“I don’t own a refrigerator! That’s why I keep my beer warm!”

“Then how do you get all that money to buy these porn magazines? You purchased a fake ID, didn’t you?”

“I’ve been doing this since I was sixteen!” exclaimed Red.

“Sixteen?” Blue felt worried. “That’s way below the legal drinking age. How did you get into this?”

“One time, I was captured by an evil scientist who told me to try something and I got crazy feelings from it. I got so used to it that I—”

“I’ve had enough of your bullshit,” said Blue. “Do you have anything else to make me feel better?”

“You could watch porn.”

Blue sighed. “I’m not attracted to boobs. I made one friend who was a girl, but was never attracted to her. I only cared about her personality. Unless—”

He looked into his case which was still halfway full. He looked through his batch of crappy horror films from the 1960’s and 70’s. These were the only ones his mother allowed him to watch as a teenager.

He picked out a movie and held it in his hand. “Let’s watch a cheesy movie instead. It’s more appropriate for the college. Trust me, we don’t want anyone catching us.”

“Wait, our school doesn’t allow porn?” said Red. “I wanted to see boobs.”

“You’ll get boobs when you attend your classes. Now why don’t we go watch a damn movie?”

“Fine. I won’t annoy you this time.”

Blue finished emptying his case and left the dorm. He brought the movie with him.

“You seemed smarter when I first met you.”

#dick figures #red #blue #fanfic

[appreciatingtokrev]

my brain is going insane over photographer/filmer yamagishi and skater boarder makoto 😭😭 i feel both these professions fit their personalities honestly but yeyyyy

as mentioned makoto is a skateboard who has a growing fanbase of followers on his social media who check out his content that yamagishi helps him take. they're a fun duo, those two kids at the back of class that laugh so loud that its annoying /affectionate i love them sm

they kinda just are long time friends in the beginning but everyone thinks they're like dating n smth like that and they're just like huh cuz yk they're clueless idiots. then they kinda bring it up and become friends who kiss sometimes and use each other when they need to let out some steam, until yamagishi is just casually like ayo bro what are we. and they talk abt it n they're like yeah sure we can date ig..? but idk they're one of those relationships that are like maybe we won't put a label on this and just be happy in each other's company but they're also like letz experiment w what we want as a relationship and all.

but yeah they're kinda boyfriends definitely friends. maybe just friends who kiss but they have very intimate feelings for each other so they're just kinda lost but they're comfortable to be whatever as long as its w the other yk<3

also they love watching old highschool/coming of age movies together while cuddling but also while arguing at the tv abt stupid decisions the movie characters make. and if takkuya is in this au too yamagishi and makoto individually like rambling to the couple abt their partner bcuz they're frustrated n confused abt their relationship but also happy that they even have the other in their life and takkuya just look at each other in "that" way and when makoto/yamagishi ask them what the look was they say they won't tell them and let them figure it out for themselves. but they go on double dates, mostly to parks and theme parks but they went to a cafe once and collectively decided to never go to one all together again cuz they got kicked out bcuz they were too rowdy 😭😭

and if we rlly wanted this to be extra fun we'd add takehina into it, karate gf and nurse in training bf, just to have a bigger group 😇

anyways i love mizo mid so much im so normal abt them (im not)

killing tumblr it also didn’t give me a notif for this i hate this fucking website.

anyways hi taku!! you absolutely should go insane abt them you are doing everything right in your life fr <3 no but i am SO listening to everything you have to say you are so right abt them my god. i’m so sorry but i laughed at ‘skateboard makoto’ help i am now picturing him as an actual skateboard- adhjfgjdh. nodding along to all of this i am nodding so hard trust

oh yes we should def add takehina!! (btw the jobs you gave them?? so so true) after all takemichi is also part of mizo mid and i think excluding him is a crime. plus i love the friendship he & akkun have it’s slept on actually i think. i mean the whole first customer thing and stuff 😭 but this isn’t abt them afjhsjf so. back on topic

my brain is empty i had to make up too many haikyuu character assumptions for my qpp yesterday (i had to rate the characters without knowing them at all/while hardly knowing them (we watched the first three eps of season one together two or so months ago)) which was incredibly fun but now my creativity is on stand-by and i haven’t managed to active it again yet but yes i love them thank you

dw i am just as insane about the mizo mid. together we can give them the recongnition they deserve maybe

#you are hoarding the correct tokrev opinions i love being friends with you sm taku you don’t even know #love love love hearing your hcs and stuff man #elys n taku rambles #☆—`elys rambles

[crazy56u]

Time for another rousing edition of “I couldn’t watch the episode live last night, so here’s me watching it after the fact!”

Hot damn, no fucking around with cold opens today, we jump right into Ben getting punched in the face.

Ben went down like Glass Joe.

“Hmmm, Danny clearly has a concussion and doesn’t know where he is… …eh, a cold shower should fix his head.”

“I am jacked.” was 100% ad-libbed.

“Addison, what went wrong, last time it took, like, 10 minutes for us to start the episode, why are speeding up?”

Okay, just casually dump that at the amnesiac’s feet. “Look, Ben, I know you don’t remember, but you fucked up the code before leaping, so if you wanna bitch about why you aren’t home yet, turn around and look in the mirror.”

Okay, one thing I miss from OG Quantum Leap? They listed the date in the episode’s title for every episodes. I miss having dates.

Ben, slowly learning one of the big rules of the show: The person in charge of the leaps is not your friend.

“It’s hard to believe I’d leap into someone to help them win a fight.” I’m sorry, it’s, what, the third episode? How do you not get this yet?

And Addison chokes down the urge to swear.

Man, we’re just diving into the metaphors real quick today, huh…

“Heh. I always wanted a brother.” I swear to fucking God if Ben also has a dead brother he doesn’t currently remember.

Okay, I’m only 60% convinced Addison is telling the truth about Ben being an only child.

“You’re Danny Hill. The best damn fighter in the world.” What about Kid Cody?

…the brother fixed the match, didn’t he…

The announcer guy is a discount Ron Burgundy with that mustache.

“You’re in love with the champ’s girlfriend. I now no longer feel low-key jealous about earlier.”

“Okay, look, Addison, I can get you all that boxing shit, but for fuck’s sake, BREATHE.”

“We don’t know how long this will last.” If NBC ain’t stupid, there will at least be a second season… (fingers crossed)

Addison is cruising off of two hours of sleep and vending machine snacks. She is a college student.

I wonder what Ben’s opinions are on sitcoms…

I am doubling down on my theory that the date Ben is aiming for is the date Sam first entered the Accelerator Chamber.

…okay, so Ben was born after 1977, that’s good to know. Also, get fucked Sam’s String Theory.

Ah, there’s the handwave: because of the Windows 10 Update, Ben is now off the string.

No less than 10 leaps, but probably around 20. Translation: NBC dictates how much longer Ben has to go.

“Look, dude, we both know I suck, just delay the fight.” “If we do, the promoter will fuck us over. Shut up.”

Once again, a plot is caused the real estate woes.

“Look, if you beat me up, there won’t be a match!” “Like I care!”

I love how they just let him lea-

“Saved by the baby killer!”

What

“What did you mean ‘lose the gym’?” Yes, clearly the most important part of the last two minutes.

“Look, either tell me the truth, or I lose the fight. Ball’s in your court, bitch.”

You ran out of money eight months ago? And the bank didn’t fucking foreclose on you by then?!

“Look, bro, you need to win the fight, or the mob’s taking my thumbs.” “But what if I don’t?” “I already punched two guys tonight, don’t make it three.”

“How did Ziggy miss this?!” Because you haven’t been letting her talk?

…so, does that mean Ben wants to leap into Voyager 2, or…

So, wait, is that the real reason Sam leapt into the Civil War? He fucking built up momentum like Mario doing a half-A press?

“Look, Ian, I don’t care if you are figuring out why Ben is leaping through time, he needs to know how to box!”

Let me guess. Janis is DDOSing Ziggy.

And Ian indirectly explains how Al helped Sam win his own boxing match.

“What’s wrong with my husband?” Boy howdy, you got a minute?

Daryl: The modern day Jesus

“I only showed up for exposition and sandwiches, byyyyyye…”

“Do you wanna milk that moment a little bit longer?” NBC still hasn’t given you guys more than 42 minutes a pop, man, no dice.

“You have a photographic memory.” Damn, Ben really is Sam…

Why is this Magic scene in Dutch angles?

So, basically, Ben is now watching a Punch Out LP.

“But I’m a righty, I can’t box like this.” “Tough.”

“Look, we need to take a break, you look like you are about to black out.”

Called it.

All Addison needs to do is chug Gatorade, let’s be real here.

Also called the DDOSing.

Ah. So is Beth in on what Janis is doing?

Is Janis about to beat up her mom?

So… is Janis’ evil plan… that she wanted to be the one to leap, and get Sam home?

Janis just drugged her mom, and Addison is straight up ignoring medical advice. Everyone is doing great.

Those sandwiches are probably warm and squishy now.

Uh oh, they forgot to account for the fact that Daryl would get arrested for punching people.

“We’re gonna get through this together. Now, please just calmly let these cops arrest you.”

Ben Song just straight up went ACAB, I am here for this.

“Look, either you get medical help for PTSD, or I am staying in jail forever.”

I feel like shit, because the second he said “Every time I close my eyes,” I had to fight against my brain to not think about Aerosmith.

Easiest way to be square on a bail: Violence.

If Ben loses, we riot.

Almost there, you just gotta get lucky now.

Ben got punched into a flashback, oh shit.

If they had the money, they would be blaring the “Rocky” theme right now.

So, why didn’t Ben leap yet?

“So, Ben, you might be leaping for a while.” “… … …okay, cool, but… …please take a break now and then.”

I love how they clearly dragged Magic down there to watch Real Housewives. I love this show.

Uh oh, happy times are over.

Janis just jailbroke the gummy bear handlink and is building her own Project. With blackjack. And hookers.

Meanwhile, Ben is getting hit on by a drunk guy in a bar.

Final thoughts: Not sure how I feel about Janis being outright confirmed to be the antagonist…

But besides that, this episode was great.

#somebody up there likes Ben #quantum leap #spoilers #punch out #the right hand of god #anchorman

[bellafragolina]

(Chat)

OC Rachel would absolutely be bros for life with Renee! Refering to the charts it'd Be My Friend with potential to be Besties in time. Crush Central indeed, Renee's got a similar sense of humor and a common interest in art, plus she's really kind and beautiful too. There's a decent chance for Rachel's feelings to turn romantic, and she's crush prone herself, often falling hard and fast for people she's fairly close too (she's a bi/panromantic demisexual like IRL me). And even if they stay platonic, Renee would be regarded as a very adorable and important friend.

Alas, Rachel has some sensory issues, hence her dislike of bright light (she'll struggle to keep her eyes open and get headaches after awhile) and strong smells (weak stomach regarding foul smells, she also has crappy sinuses and asthma so regardless of whether the smell is good or bad it can give her a headache or even take her breath). She overheats easily too. That said, she'll improvise ways to overcome this in order to spend time with you. Sunglasses, parasols, masks, vaporub to rub under her nose, hiding in the shade/shadows. Of course, it's nice to hangout in a controlled environment that's more to her liking but she'll happily meet you halfway. Likewise, she'll improvise so she can interact with your pokemon because they're too sweet not to.

Between her sensory issues and being hella introverted, Rachel does heavily prefer to have plans in place a day or two before hand, rather than do things spontaneously. This way she can (hopefully) avoid getting overstimulated, exhausted and running low on social energy beforehand, just so she can bring her best self to you.

She tends to come off as serious, quiet and reserved to strangers (especially if you encounter her when she's actively doing something because then she's fighting her ADHD off with a broom, in casual settings she looks awkward and anxious if she's not with a friend), but she'll warm up after talking to her a few times. Humor is a good way to do this, she loves dry, snarky, dark and perverted jokes, so I'm sure Renee can get her laughing fast. She's not against Physical Affection, it just takes her a little time to let a new person touch her casually, but you can get her to a point where she'd be offended if you didn't give her a hug when you see her. She will outright tell you she loves you semi-regularly, check in on you regularly, and make a point to compliment you and express support and gratitude often. Funnily enough, if you were to praise her, the more it means to her, the more emotional she'll get (and she may struggle to accept it gracefully). Lastly, Rachel thrives on being helpful, need anything? Just ask. And She's likely to offer help before you ask too. Acts of Service all the way. If you prove yourself to be a reliable figure in her life you will recieve undying loyalty in return. Overall, she's what I'd call an agressive caregiver (You haven't eaten today? Here's a muffin you fuck. You talk down on yourself? Shut your whore mouth, you are wonderful. You do something dumb? She'll be blunt when she tells you so, but she'll help you figure it out.)

Renee is very very pleased with however their relationship turns out.

She does, though, worry a bunch about accidentally making Rachel miserable. She’s inclined to overthink a bit, so she’ll text like two months beforehand like “if. . . I need to photograph Pokémon at. . . the daycare. . . would you like to come?”

Renee just doesn’t want Rachel to have a miserable time with her. She’s one of those “I need everyone to like me all the time” types (unless you piss her off first (i.e. Emmet)) and on top of that she enjoys spending time with Rachel! So she does her best to be accommodating!

She can be too much tho, so just smack her and tell her how it is. She’ll eventually get it.

She just loves her friend/partner 👀 so very much. Plenty of hugs to be found for Rachel!

~Renee

#oc rachel

[parvamundi]

@dxsole​ replied to your post “anyway, would anyone like some dirty deets on the...”

we LOVE gossip in this house

OOOOOH, BUDDY, DO I HAVE IT FOR YOU THEN!

So Suzy and Eddie shacked up one summer when they were both 19. Ed had been visiting family back in New York and met her at her dad’s pub. They flirted and all that cute stuff, really fell hard for one another, but summer’s end, right? Ed had to go back home. They kept it going, casually, but they were young and Ed doesn’t think ladies want him around for more than just fun, so he figured Suzy would move on. What dummy didn’t know was that she was preggo with his kid. When she realized shit was not going to go anywhere between them ( facebook feeds can be a REAL bitch ), she didn’t bother telling him... UNTIL SAMMY WAS SIX AND ED SAW HIM WITH HIS OWN TWO EYEBALLS AND WAS LIKE, ‘WOW, THIS LITTLE TREE OF A KID LOOKS A HELL OF A LOT LIKE ME--- OH FUCK.”

Speaking of this redheaded babe, a few years after this, Suzy got involved with Brad. It started off really slow, mainly him just flirting his ass off trying to charm her, but when her father showed disapproval for him? BAM. Suzy fucked around and found out that Brad wasn’t someone she really needed in her life, despite how much they connected, how much he seemed to not get stuck on the fact that she had a kid, how she believed she loved him. He proved to be the trouble her father thought he was and she dropped him, begrudgingly. Brad still thinks about her frequently, but he won’t let himself go back to Sam’s Tavern and see her.

Shaun and Eddie? BFFs back in the day. What Shaun didn’t know though? Not only was Eddie fucking around with his on-again-off-again lady friend, one Louise D. Wolfe ( this is hella complicated and it was an unconventional throuple type of thing? but that deserves its own write up ), he was also banging his sister Cacey. While Cacey was INFATUATED with Ed, she was also involved with the group’s friend Junior. Teenagers are so MESSY.

Dom had a serious gf in high school named Veronica ( Ronnie, to him. ). They were going places, like right down the fucking aisle pretty much. BUT eventually, Ronnie grew tired of just how close to his family Dom was and how he’d drop everything to help them. When she discovered she was with child, she told him, but only after she had already terminated the pregnancy. Dom was crushed, mostly because she didn’t seem to trust him enough to make that decision together, and they got into a huge fight, ending in a breakup and Ronnie calling Dom a, “Mama’s boy.” ( a week or so later, Cacey keyed Ronnie’s car in retaliation for breaking her big bro’s heart. Aww, what a little sister. That’s some raw Rhi energy tbh. ).

Speaking of Dom, that tall glass of water, his mother Leona is not sure Patrick is his father. I know the truth, but I ain’t telling.

I have way more, but my brain is like

#dxsole #( leaving feelings unspoken the way we always will. / && eddie and suzy. ) #( so you let her go and then she walked away. / && brad and suzy. ) #( we thought we would know each other forever. / && eddie and lou and shaun. ) #( i listen to you talk but talk is cheap. / && eddie and shaun. ) #( i need to create more tags. poo. ) #( pregnancy cw ) #( abortion cw ) #( abortion tw )

[erigold13261]

Some GhostAshFlower+Kento HCs for the soul…

-I think this all started after the friendship bracelet incident, where the tension started to build. The romanticish type of tension. Pav was trying to reach Miles and Gwen to no avail, and Satoru and Suguru were trying to get Yu and Kento to explain what was going on. (Wait how long was Miles put in this place?)

-So Hobie stepped in to sit them down. Turned out Miles had feelings for Gwen AND Yu. And Gwen liked the both of them. Hobie gives a speech that could be summed up with “There are no rules for relationships, mate. Just go with the flow.”

(Off topic, but I think Hobie does this a lot. Telling people to stop setting up expectations for relationships/identities and do what you want. Hence SaSiSu all using unconventional pronouns, Peni using multiple neopronouns, and Kento no longer hiding the skin condition.)

-And they did. 

-(Yu initially liked Miles and Gwen bc he likes people who eat a lot. He himself eats a lot, and so did Miles and Gwen. Hungry teenagers.)

-Yu also liked Kento, Miles and Gwen because he could be 100 percent open with them. Being stealth trans means that you have to push people away when they might see the real you. 

-Kento got interested in Miles because he casually talked about his Pureto Rican mom, and made him realize that it’s okay to be proud of the fact that you have multiple cultures in your heritage. 

-Gwen likes Kento because of his calmness in most situations, and his dry sense of humor.

-It would be cool if Yu never needed a binder since he could just control his body mass using the ash/grass.

-Kento can play the guitar/bass. Yu can do vocals and guitar. (His VA 梶原岳人 makes rock songs too.) Miles mainly does vocals, and Gwen can play the drums as we all know. 

-Yu might start using neopronouns. Who knows.

-Rio and Jeff are a bit confused, but support their kid and his three “not exactly friends”. George’s reaction is mostly the same, but Yu and him became friends very quickly. (Sports bros.) Yu’s parents immediately trusted Miles and Gwen since their daughter instantly liked them. Kento’s parents are just happy that their son was able to make multiple friends in a fairly bad situation. 

Hope this isn’t too long! Dang these four are so cute together! (I hope you got that job)

-Bracelet: The Power Revolution is supposed to take place only a few months after Miles gets to Nueva York, but honestly we can stretch it to be a year. I don't want it to be over a year though as I kinda want things to happen in a fast pace manner (also you probably can't keep Rio and George from their kids for that long without one of them trying to bust into the place).

Back to the bracelet though. That definitely is a scene that would make them all question what their relationship really is (because I am sure Yu wasn't upset to have possibly thought Gwen was into him, he just got worried because of Miles and Gwen's relationship).

-Go with the flow and off topic: Oh absolutely Hobie would do this (also I just love the idea that Hobie is a mediator a lot of the time, kinda being an authority figure without meaning to as it just wnats everyone to do what they think is right).

Hobie's catchphrase is basically "fuck labels, do what you want" by this point.

-Yu's likes: The fact that Yu likes someone just because the eat a lot (I know that's not the only reason) kinda makes me think he's a bit demi-sexual/romantic. Maybe that was already said at some point. Also the being able to be open with these friends is also a sign Yu might be demi.

-Kento likes: Mix kids finding comfort in each other (even when it's entirely different races/ethnicities being mixed).

-Gwen likes: Does Kento MEAN to do dry humor, or is it more of an accident that happens because of his autism? Either way, I like the idea that Gwen can tell when he's joking which he appreciates a lot because I am sure people have told Kento to stop being serious when he was trying to joke around.

-Binder: That's a tricky idea for me. I do love shapeshifting and stuff, but with Yu's powers I think it has to be a constant use of power and not a full transformation that sticks. So like, Yu CAN do that! But not forever. It's for as long as he can use his powers.

Meaning that in Nueva York, Yu is gonna basically NEED a binder since he wouldn't be able to use his powers to the fullest. Which sucks but Nueva York will provide him with one.

-Band: They hound Hobie to be the backup guitar. It pretends to be too cool as a joke (which they take seriously at first) but absolutely agrees to play with them (and then Ham comes in with a tuba or something lol).

Honestly all 4 of them looking up to Hobie who knows Ex-Jay and has been playing music the longest out of all of them is something I'd love to see (they all get closer because they all think Hobie is cool lol).

-Neoprouns: Heck yea! Go Yu!

-Parents: Pretty sure all the parents think it's just some really close friend group at first (maybe George being the only one to actually believe the group when they come out immediately) but they all come to realize the kids are serious and support them

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And this was a good size! But uh, I just didn't have energy to answer it lol. As you can tell by the fact this was sent before I got my job. Welp! I got it! Thanks for the luck! I probably needed it! :3

#spidertalk #jjktalk #nsrtalk #eriverse #eritalks #noart #asks

[mestos]

CA headcanons that im too lazy to draw or have no idea how to write

Putting them together to keep my brainrot ongoing and ONE DAY draw them...

Shinichi/Conan:

- i am a firm believer in glasses shinichi. i know glasses for this character is stupid lore integral but i literally don't care. My basis is that repercussions of being shrunken takes form in the slightest ways, such as weaker immune system plus weaker vision. it was inevitable anyway as well, given his bad screen practices and genes. he wears circular glasses though as shinichi and only wears it at home, and vehemently refuses to be seen outdoors with glasses.

- that post that's like, "i love my men with blood on their hands and traumatized"? i love to hc b.o takedowns where he actually kills gin. shoots him. Fucking murders him and destroys his principles. i need him to actually face a stake in his life and be it this sort of loss??? so much room for growth.

- contrary to how hes portrayed, even if he praises holmes as his god, he genuinely does read other mystery novels. often seen with a pocket mystery novel

- tbh. i think of them as different people but not haibara/shiho as different people Hahahah!! I love the idea of growth in the form edogawa conan. I think in a no antidote route, conan is less serious, still snarky, but more willing to tease. exceptionally casual and confident, but humbled with scars. Understands his limits but also very sweet to his gf

- in a no antidote route, i also hc conan to be more explorative. my conan experiments everything with his two bros mitsuhiko and genta, praises them both, and actually wants to find a seperate hobby that makes him different from the shadow he once was

- in a no antidote route he also dyes his hair a lighter brown to be different

- hes closer to mitsuhiko! in fact he is so proud of mitsuhiko very often, and supports him where he can. they study together. he and genta are both in soccer teams, and they go to practice together and hang out with the team

- also i am in firm belief he can be a romantic if hes not thinking about it. but sometimes he does know what hes doing. and is pretty damn good at it.

- unsurprisingly easily jealous but isn't that petty about it

Shiho/Ai:

I have lesser HCs for haibara bc i actually am fine for the most part with the canon supplement material. i just feel bad for her lol i want to save her from the show's canon...but!

- her self destructive behaviour can sometimes cause a wedge between them. he is very patient with her all things regardless, but they have had a fight about it before—and she knows she needs to do better, in order for their relationship to work. He cant always be the only one apologizing

- despite being the one who seems unfallible she's just very good at hiding when she's embarrassed/affected by shin/con. he gets pretty good at figuring this out a few years into their r.s.

- (SA mention) i definitely think she has some kind of unprocessed SA trauma behind her, but contrary to what people may think, she isnt sex-repulsed or unwilling. they have healthy times for it and both of them explore things at their own pace together. she trusts her partner with herself and has found her own autonomy after everything

- i double as a seraran stan but i think she and ran would actually be good friends too!!!!!! even if she wouldn't be as close to her as shin would ever be, they have lunch together once a month as adults and often talk about their partner's tendency to get sucked into cases and their fangs...

- i strongly hc shiho as demisexual/demiromantic. even supposedly if in any canon of mine she doesn't get w shin (unlikely) she takes time to herself and live freely independently until she finds her own partner. i dont think its some cut off goal of hers to get one anyway, she feels loved as she is and is fine with that

- she has trouble voicing when she's touchstarved. he tends to notice, though, and acts quickly. she avoids the feeling vs him being needy about it

- in a no antidote route she experiments growing her hair out once. it felt foreign, and difficult to maintain her curls, so she cut it the next summer. shin liked it either way though

CoAi/ShinShi :

- ShinShi move in together at age 20-21. he proposes relatively early—only after 3 years of dating—but they dont get married until they are like 26. they just kept putting it off lmao

- penthouse apartment in the city. Its luxurious but shiho constantly jokes about the idea they get bombed. shinichi doesnt like it.

- Shin gets his license immediately after turning 20. Shiho tends to do most of the driving still, but they take turns during road trips with the kids

- If ShinShi revealed their identities to the kids (whether the kids figured them out on their own or not), shinichi puts on his conan glasses for them and shiho puts on a similar, adult sized sleeveless turtleneck whenever they're together. they assume the roles of Conan and Ai with them (even going as far as introducing themselves as such to other people with the kids). It gives them a state of normalcy even if they have a larger age gap, intergenerational friendship alongside some parenting.

- they do get two dogs. shiho allows him to name only one of the dogs and of all names he chooses its freaking watson. the other dog is named vivi. short for vivianite, a mineral that can form on decaying corpses. Watson is a german shepherd while vivi is a pomeranian husky mix

Will update if i ever think of more

#neesan texto #CA musings

[keefwho]

September 16 - 2022

8:16 PM

I’ve been having trouble with defusion since last night. I think because it’s hard not to think about something thats actually happening. Last night was a hurting tummy likely due to SUCKING MYSELF earlier that day. This morning I have a swollen uvula which could be a coincidence or it could be irritated by that dust from yesterday. I’m trying not to rationalize anything because that just contributes to how much I’m thinking about it, but I think the worst that COULD happen to me from that dust would be a sinus infection or something. Still unlikely though. 

Now my goal is to genuinely abandon these thoughts so I can focus on what I want to do. 

10:58 PM

I recovered from this morning so that’s good. I also did all the work I was supposed to do and ate a decent sized breakfast. I even exercised. No matter how I feel about it, I did good today. Tonight I had a drink and good bestie time. Now I’m eating a big dinner, I need the calories. 

Dating sucks. Its way too complicated to be worth it, I swear. And I can’t count how many friends just bailed on everyone because they finally got a girlfriend or boyfriend. Its so DUMB. And sometimes one of the partners will be jealous and won’t want the other hanging out with certain genders and it’s like BRUH just let me hang with my FRIEND. Holy. Friends can love each other too without things getting all murky with these made up dating rules. So what if I kiss my homie sometimes. So what if we fuck sometimes. I just want genuine interactions and long term friendships, which is what I have I’d say. I just hope it doesn’t keep getting interrupted by BULLSHIT. 

And like, casual sex is a thing but what about casual romance. Maybe sometimes I wanna be mushy. Maybe go on a little date or something without actually dating. Is that not welcome as a concept? I think it should be. 

Im FUCKED Bro

Maybe I’ve gone a little too far with exploring this area of myself. I know I’m nowhere near put together enough to be in a relationship, not that thats something I’m sure I actually want yet anyways. 

No, I’m overthinking everything. I’m doing what dating does. COMLICATES THINGS. All I want are besties I love, and I have that. It’s literally as simple as that. There is no ‘goal’ other than strengthening the relationships I already have with people. Things don’t need to get weird. No more weird.

11:35 PM

I forgor to do those exercises yesterday and I am too tired for that now. 

11:57 PM

Okay, I don’t know where that rant earlier came from. Truth is, I don’t know how to deal with these kinds of feelings. I’m still getting used to them and what they say about what I really want. I welcome them but they have to take a backseat. It’s not something I feel like I need, just something I’m highly interested in participating in. The big lesson is to not do what I did in high school which should be easy because I was a turbulent, immature teenager. Back then I got completely absorbed into seeking romance and took it way too seriously. I’m confident I won’t end up like THAT again. I imagine that with most people, this kind of thing can come on strong sometimes. I figure everyone gets that urge to be close to someone in a more special kind of way and that’s where I’m at tonight. It doesn’t help that I can’t think of a good way to get these feelings out. Thats why I’m ranting about it I guess. Vent art maybe.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

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