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floshav · 1 year

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more rodrick PLSSSSS it can be anything

omg this is my first req ever and im so excited thank you!!

you wanted more Rodrick well here's more Rodrick.

part 2 out now!!

summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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glameowr · 2 years

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I'll bite. What's the deal with Clint from Stardew? I wanna hear this rant

oh god okay this is gonna be long im sososo sorry. also most of it is points i got from the youtuber leapalot that i agree with

most of why i dont like clint comes down 2 his weird obsession with emily …

- clint stays at the saloon until 12:00 on most days. i dont think its bc hes an alcoholic like pam but i think its bc hes watching emily the whole time (emily works at the saloon until 12:30)

- at the festival of ice hes making a snowman and says “emily started helping me without any provocation … does that mean something? *gulp*” then emily says something like “wow this snowman needs a serious makeover … who made this?” which is just really funny 2 me

- during clints 3 heart event he says: “im a nice guy if you get 2 know me i swear!” ok classic incel line … after you give him advice on how 2 treat women he tries and fails 2 ask out emily and says “sigh im doomed” … youre DOOMED bc you cant ask out emily ??? this might be a reach but i dont think he should put his whole future happiness in the hands of 1 person

- clints 6 heart event: HES WATCHING EMILY FROM THE BUSHES. COOL WOW. hes waiting 4 emily 2 stop talking 2 caroline, but you convince him 2 go ask her out by threatening 2 stop upgrading your tools, so he does ask her out (but she obviously still thinks of him as a friend)

- emilys 8 heart event: so during this event emily is doing a clothing therapy thing at the mayors house (id loveee 2 rant abt mayor lewis also) when clint comes out in his outfit he chose she says “awww cute” and he doesnt like that (ig he wanted 2 be called sexy or something idk) so then emily expresses her romantic interest in you, then clint comes back in the house like “ahhh im 2 embarrassed 2 wear this outfit”. then, he sees you and emily and says “congrats *player name*” so he doesnt congratulate emily … ??? he really doesnt think of her as a friend in the slightest if he isnt happy 4 her or cares about her happiness if it doesnt have 2 do with him. its like he thinks of her as a prize 2 be won or something …

- at 8+ hearts with emily, she can say “i think clints mad at me, he doesnt look at me anymore … i always thought we were friends” so he just ignores her when he realizes she will never like him romantically ??? jesus christ dude

heres some stuff that doesnt have 2 do with emily:

- hes just generally gloomy and not fun 2 talk 2. like im sorry your family made you eb a blacksmith but its not really fun hearing you constantly complain abt how boring your life is

- at ginger island he can say “oh no … i forgot 2 clip my toenails” wow gross thanks clint

- at the dance of the moonlight jellies he says something like “i wore my special shoes tonight and no body noticed” nobody cares about your special shoes clint we’re all here 2 see the beautiful natural event that happens once a year sorry and also you dont talk 2 any body and have no friends besides emily and the farmer so who would notice anyway

- um ok so something that is kinda creepy is if you buy the telephone and call clint 2 ask when hes open something he can say is “hello? oh … *player name* … your voice sounds really nice over the phone …” then after telling you when he closes he SLAMS down the phone, probably embarrassed over what he said

- (THIS NEXT THING ONLY HAPPENS IF YOURE A GIRL FARMER BTW) so if you invite him 2 the movie theatre, in the lobby he said “oh .. a … are we on a date then?” NO ??? then during the movie he drinks from his flask so he gets drunk and he says “*whispers* … if youre um … tired … you can put your head on my … my shoulder. heh … or not!” NO THANKS IM GOOD. then after the movie he says “hey … that was kind of fun … right?” no not really. and if youre a male farmer he just complains the whole time and says the movie was alright.

tldr: clint is a gloomy, creepy incel with no friends who acts like emily is some prize that is the key 2 his happiness and completely ignores her and plays the victim card when she doesnt like him romantically. i can understand if he has social anxiety, especially since his family pushed him 2 be a blacksmith but i dont think its an excuse 4 how he treats women.

#stardew valley #im so sorry i know no body cares abt this but thank you 4 letting me rant abt him i rlly dont like this guy #ask

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gardeniabloom · 2 years

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2/26/22

ok so catch up entry i guess in case i reread this or something. so yesterday i just dicked around and went to lloyd center and was going to just hang out and clean the rest of the night but that guy who kinda ghosted me that one time hmu to come over and i was like fuck it he obvi wants a booty call but hes fine soo ok. so he comes over and we get high and hang out and honestly? hes really nice and respectful actuallt and chill and i dont hate hanging out w and makin out w him. which is crazy right cuz of u always in my brain!! so anyways hes over a while we get food we talk abt life dtuff we fool around a lil but nothing crazy and im super talky ripp but he seemed like. ok w it . anyways he has to work early next morning so he leaves but hws like can i see u tmrw?? and im like but i thoughr u had a party tonight?? and hes like i do but i'll come after and bring u shit and i'll sleep over. and im like uhh i was gna hang w this other guy but like. im not that excited anf this guys cute so im weak and im like ok fuck it i'll cancel u can come over. ANYWAYS fast fwd today i wake up super late cuz its saturday im lazy. i workout eat lunch ish and like fk around a lil while not important and eventually boy snaps me a pic of the vodka he got for me (i literally didnt ask him but he was like i'll bring u smthng cuz i'll be drunk anyways and we can drink togeher so i was like lolll okkk) so i was like o!! btw context he also said he doesnt rly text except to make plans so thats why i wasnt texting him before or keeping it min. so im like nice , short text abt like hows work whatev. and he says im coming from party at like 11-12 ish and im gna sleep over and im like ok cool. so no texts for a while i hang out n stay up cuz i gotta let him in . anyways 11:20 ish he texts me like "im too drunk im not coming" which im kinda like aww but not a huge deal i get it. so im like ok get home safe and lmk if u wna hang out some other time and he says kk and i drop it cuz hes still at th party. OK context over.

so now im like kinda in a weird spot cuz i dont like this dude that much yet cuz like obvi met him one (1) time so i knew it could literally just be him lying and he did just wna booty call cuz he was sorta handsy w/e and i cant read ppl. but he Did seem genuine. and now im likw ok obvi tonights settled but now idk where to go from here. cuz i feel like im gna want to see him a sec time but he's literally never gna want to make plans w me again cuz he doesnt seem interested anymore and probably something or someone else got his attention so im kinda bummed bcoz i would LOVEEEE to get out of this sitch w u and whining abd feeling shitty abt it all the time to a lil stable casual sich w someone in my area but i might have just blown it idfk. so im not srue what to do cuz i dont wanna do that thing where i get suuuper clingt and irritating right off the bat and drive him off BUTTT i also dont want to just have it be a ghost sitch where i never text again so neither does he . like idfk . also u started watching my finsta story again literally im so confused cuz u WERENT which is why i posted abt the hickey as a haha joke cuz i was like oh he wont see it cuz he doesnt look there BUT NOW UR WATCHING IT AGAIN AND IM CONFUSED. like i cant predict u ur very weird and i cant tell if ur still into me or if ur into miss other girl and tbh u should just pick a side cuz its weird and it comes off creepy for me cuz i feel like u like her but u wanna be fucking me . so weird. cuz im not tryinga to hurt ur feeligns deadass but idk if its ok territory cuz u wouldnt say if it WAS a sensitive thing for u. and like i dont wanna be a hypocrite and piss u off. so like i mean just be more predictable and boring so i can tell what ur deal is ur very weird and i dont get u. like if ur gonna be mean just be fucking mean . ok rant OVER

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cityofnumbersix · 6 years

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Electric Moment - Chapter 11 - Bonus 2

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Bonus 2: Return of the Filler

Bonus: After The Drop-Off

Katsuki wasn’t going to lie, returning back to his own apartment after having dropped off Kirishima was kind of a bitch. They lived on completely opposite ends of the city, and trying to make his way around the stations, on and off each last train before it departed was the second most irritating thing he’d had to deal with tonight. He wouldn’t complain though, not when he’d been the one to make the decision in the first place. He knew in the back of his mind that taking Kirishima back to his own stop would mean he’d be rushing around trying to make trains before he was left stranded, but at the time all that had really mattered was making sure the redhead got home so that he didn’t have to deal with Mina’s wrath if the drunken boy got himself into any more trouble than he already had.

And maybe, somewhere, in the back of his mind, he’d wanted to partially act on the manners his parents had drilled into him from a young age. “Make sure they get home safe Katsuki” –though ‘they’ at the time had most certainly been ‘she’.

Katsuki was currently pressed back into the warm patch of seat where Kirishima had previously been sitting. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t sat down himself before, maybe it was the fear of being too close to Kirishima, of pressing their legs together, brushing their shoulders, but now that he’d sat down, he relished the relief the action brought to his legs, that he hadn’t realised were quite so tired until now.

Katsuki relaxed into the seat behind him. It was stiff, but the heat that radiated up from it was a comforting contrast to the chill he had felt when the train doors opened upon different platforms, letting in waves of the city’s early morning breeze. He tried his best not to think of Kirishima, he really did, but the harder he tried to fast his mind would flicker back to the bathroom. With his eyes pressed shut in a drowsy fashion, the memories of blood and the feeling of Kirishima’s hard abdomen under his fingers played like a picture show over the back of his lids.

His phone was continuously vibrating in his pocket. He assumed it was probably Kirishima, a reason he’d never allowed the boy to have any more than his Snapchat in the first place –he did suppose a few would probably be his friends though, Ochako, Deku, checking up on him and asking why he’d left without a second word. He’d come up with a lie later, a believable one that didn’t involve pretty red heads and bootleg Marvel Comic attempted rapists, but only once he’d drank some water and gotten some sleep.

The vibrations continued, one after the other, and it got to the point where Katsuki was pulling his phone from the depths of his back pocket, the skim of his fingers along the denim of his jeans being a subtle reminder of how Kirishima’s own fingers had done the same, less than half an hour ago.

When he pulled his phone out, there were a series of different notifications. He was correct about Ochako and Deku, but there were even a few from Mina asking if he’d seen Kirishima, if they were both okay, because no one else had seen them in a while. The rest were indeed, Kirishima and Katsuki absently wondered why the boy had the time to spam the shit out of Katsuki, but couldn’t take two seconds to let his own best friend know that he was alive and well.

The notifications from Kirishima varied, at first they were just Line messages, simple drunken things like:

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: omg I just saw Ms Nakamura from next doors cat run into the alleyway behind her house.

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Do u think it will get mad if I try to touch it?

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Im not sure where this alleyway goes tho

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: omg BakuBro I see the cat

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: omg I’m going to send u a picture

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: nvm she ran away

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: omg Im 2 drunk for this

Something jumped from within Katsuki’s chest, and he swore it wasn’t his heart. It wasn’t his place to take care of Kirishima, nor was it his responsibility to worry about whether the guy was running around intoxicated through alleyways that he didn’t recognise, but still. A part of him had wished he’d picked up his phone sooner, so that he could tell Kirishima that those actions were most defineantly not a good idea.

He also did too, almost swapped out his Line app for the phone one. Considered hitting Kirishima’s number, dialing him just to make sure the idiot hadn’t gotten himself killed. That was until he read on.

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Ok im out of the alley

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: that was super exciting

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: like an adventure

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: lets go on an adventure one day dude

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: ok im home

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: I hope ur almost home 2

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: u should reply to me soon so that I kno

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: safety is important

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: u should always have a train buddy

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: thats wat mama says

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: thx for being mine

Katsuki shook his head as he peered down at the messages that littered his screen. He may have even laughed a little, drawing the attention of another passenger, the only other one who was on the train. They peaked up at him, and Katsuki glared, shooting them down and snickering proudly to himself as the guy let his own eyes drop.

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: Omg

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: omg

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: holy fuck

(LINE) <3 Kirishima <3: im gonna show u something on snap

(Snapchat) New Snap from Red Riot

Katsuki blinked down at his device. The screen was glowing brightly, illuminating his face and making his eyes hurt just enough that it was irritating. There was something within him that began to rumble. He wasn’t sure what it was that Kirishima wanted to show him, but for some reason the possibilities were turning his stomach into a mess. He didn’t understand why. It was probably just something dumb like another cat, or a some other strange, yet completely mundane thing like that. Looking back at it, he should have trusted his gutt, shouldn’t have opened the pictures in public, even if his only other company was some tired looking dude who was probably now far too afraid to look up.

When he opened Kirishima’s snapchat messages, he was bombarded with three –for once brief, pictures of Kirishima. The first one was of his face as a whole. His eye was more swollen now, and had started to take on the deep purple colour of an eggplant. It looked painful, even though the screen of Katsuki’s phone. The next picture was still of his eye, but it was up much closer this time, and Katsuki could see the way the skin was risen high against the phone, the red tinted edges of the forming bruise.

“Fucking intense.” Was the caption on both of them.

It was the next picture though, that caught Katsuki off guard, sent his body into hyper drive and may have even caused a temporary outer body experience to occur.

It was another picture of Kirishima, but this time it was of him standing in front of a full length mirror. He was in what Katsuki assumed to be his bedroom. He could see the set of bunkbeds in the rear of the photo, the mess of what he assumed was clothing and other items that littered the floor. A mess presumably belonging to both Kirishima and Kaminari.

In the picture, Kirishima’s shirt was most probably amongst that mess, because it was no longer present upon his body. His torso, chest, and broad arms were on display, the phone held up above his face and flash shielding what would have been the outline of his head, and his hair. Kirishima’s pants sat loose and low on his waist, unbuttoned and held up only by his underwear and thighs.

That’s when Bakugou saw them, four finger-point bruises lining the area beneath Kirishima’s navel. They too, had begun to turn purple, but were still red around their perimeter. Fresh, new, and Katsuki knew almost immediately where they had come from.

“These ones are my favourite tho” the caption read, and everything Katsuki was currently feeling went straight to his groin.

Katsuki ghosted the ends of his own fingers along there area of his own body where Kirishima’s bruises lay. He dusted his touch over his own abdomen, eyes staring down at the screen of his phone as the photo ticked away, before disappearing completely. Katsuki had done that, he knew it for certain. It was when he was panicked, when he had Kirishima pressed up against him behind the vending machine at the train station. He’d known at the time that his touch had been too rough, but he’d been more concerned with making sure that Kirishima didn’t accidentally give away their position, that his wrists had become ridged, and he’d been unable to let up.

Katsuki wasn’t sure what to say now. He had both his hands on his phone, thumbs typing out a multitude of different responses. Anything that he could think of in response to the pictures. Kirishima had sent them to him, he’d wanted Katsuki to see them, and Kirishima knew that Katsuki knew it had been him to inflict those marks. He didn’t know how to respond however, what to say. He typed out apologies, jokes, rants, but nothing stuck, nothing felt right. So he simply types out:

BakuBae: That’s what you get for being such a loudmouth. Had to shut you up somehow.

Katsuki’s mind was still reeling. A part of him hoped that Kirishima had already passed out, surcome to his drunken body and fallen into a deep sleep where he wouldn’t see Katsuki’s reply until morning. Katsuki hadn’t even had the chance to lock his phone though, when his Snapchat began to flicker beside Kirishima’s name.

Red Riot is typing…

Red Riot: Kinda takes a lot more than that to shut me up

Red Riot: tho im not complaining

Red Riot: strong string fingers u hav there

Red Riot: bet they’re good for more than just guitar

Surely this wasn’t happening. Katsuki was far too drunk. Maybe none of this had really happened at all. Obviously he was already home, drunk, deep in sleep and having some kind of toxically realistic wet dream, because he’d been too drunk to actually release his frustrations before sleeping. There was no way that Kirishima was flirting with him, this wasn’t flirting. This wasn’t suggestive flirting directly after Kirishima had sent Katsuki a shirtless picture. Things like this just didn’t happen.

BakuBae

Just how fucking drunk are you?

Katsuki typed out with shaking fingers, positioned the text over a quick snapshot of the train floor. He glanced up over his lashes for a moment, making sure the guy at the other end of the train was still preoccupied with his own device, replying to his own messages, or playing some stupid game against the surface of the touch screen.

He knew he didn’t really have any reason to be nervous. From the outside, he probably just appeared to be having a normal conversation with someone on his phone. No one could tell that he had just been sent a couple of suggestive messages from his drunken band mate, his drunken band mate who was exceptionally attractive, and who may or may not have been the subject of Katsuki’s thoughts for weeks now.

The reply didn’t come straight away. For a while, Katsuki actually believed that this time Kirishima had actually passed out –that whatever situation that had just been arising, had also passed with the closing of his eyes. But then his screen lit up in his grip, and Katsuki, with his leg jumping up and down, free hand tugging at the tight fabric of his jeans, didn’t even hesitate to open the notification.

Red Riot

It was another picture of Kirishima’s abdomen, but this time it wasn’t in a mirror. Kirishima was presumably laying down, the edges of his hips fallen shallowly into the depths of what appeared to be a blanket. He was in his bed, and he still didn’t have his shirt on. The picture was closer this time, and Katsuki could clearly see the intensity of the bruises he’s made on Kirishima’s skin. There too, was the navel piercing that had driven Katsuki insane the few times Kirishima had decided to show it off, but now it was on full display in the picture, glimmering under the flash of Kirishima’s camera.

“Hardly” It was captioned, and Katsuki swore he was ten seconds away from blacking out.

Katsuki run his hand along the length of his own thigh, eyes peering down at the slight tent that now edged along his thigh. It was embarrassing, but he had been drinking, and it’s not like it was something that he could control. Plus, Kirishima was totally, like, saying all this with purpose right? Even someone like Bakugou could see that, but his brain was a mess of so many things. So much had already happened tonight -his first concert, Deku’s dumb boyfriend, being attacked, Kirishima saving him from being attacked. It wasn’t Katsuki’s fault he was reacting this way, if anything; it was completely unavoidable in every sense. There were a lot of emotions there, and a pretty boy flaunting himself all over his screen. What’s a guy to do in this kind of situation?

BakuBae:

You’re drunk, idiot

It wasn’t what he wanted to say. If anything Katsuki really wished he could indulge himself right now. It had been so long since he’d let himself have that, to let himself crave another person and let go of all the tension he built up inside himself for sport. He wanted to give Kirishima the responses he probably expected, but he was raised better than that. Plus, he didn’t want to start something he knew Kirishima probably wouldn’t want to finish. They were the same age, but Kirishima seemed younger in some ways, more curious, less experienced. It would make sense, with the way both Mina and Kyoka seemed to want to protect him from almost anything, from Bakugou especially. Maybe there was something they knew that he didn’t.

Red Riot is typing…

Red Riot: u don’t have to do anything

Red Riot: if you don’t want to

Red Riot: but I kinda do

Red Riot: idk

Red Riot: maybe it’s the adrenaline from hittin that guy

Red Riot: but ur really hot

Red Riot: u probably kno that tho

Red Riot

The next notification to pop up was a picture, and Katsuki allowed himself a few seconds to breath as he considered whether it would be a good idea to open it. There were so many things that could go wrong with this situation. Suddenly, every warning that Jirou had given him previously, all started to come together and make a whole lot of fucking sense. This guy, Kirishima, he was really hard to say no too, so fucking hard to resist.

Katsuki tapped his screen, watched as another picture of Kirishima’s abdomen came up on the screen. Same angle, same bruise, same piercing, but Kirishima’s jeans were nowhere in sight now. Maybe they were on the floor, or maybe they were pooled around his knees or ankles. It was really hard to tell from just a picture. Katsuki kind of wanted to ask, but at the same time there was no way he was going to let himself buy into this. No way was he going to allow Kirishima to realise how very weak he already was for him. Katsuki was stone, solid and jagged, holding in an intense inferno that no other human would ever be able to control.

The picture faded from view.

Red Riot: Im gonna take ur silence as a yes

Red Riot: b cur silences always seem to mean yes

Red Riot: I like that about u y’know

Red Riot: u don’t hav to say things

Red Riot: bc people listen anyways

Katsuki gaped down at his screen, head reeling as he attempted to process Kirishima’s words. Was this what sexting was to guys like him? Polite compliments and rambles scattered with teasing pictures of his highly worked body and killer abdominal muscles? He wouldn’t be the least bit surprised, it was Kirishima after all.

BakuBae: Im on the train dumbass

It was meant to be a warning, a kind of “You don’t have to do this, you shouldn’t do this”, but it ultimately failed, because Kirishima sent through a series of messages anyway, followed by a picture than Katsuki was yet to work up the courage to open.

Red Riot: Thats ok

Red Riot: u don’t have to do anything

Red Riot: I mean like

Red Riot: it would be cool if u did

Red Riot: bc then at least I kno im doing it rite

Red Riot

Another picture of Kirishima lit up Katsuki’s screen, and this time, almost as immediately as he looked at it, Katsuki felt himself instantly tilting his phone in a direction that he knew would protect it from any wandering eyes. Mostly because, this time, the picture was less of Kirishima’s chest and abdomen, and more of the length of his toned thighs, spread wide against what Katsuki certainly knew now was his bed. Kirishima laid there in only his boxers and on closer inspection, Katsuki could quite easily tell that he was at least semi-hard beneath them. Kirishima’s hand –the one that wasn’t handling his phone, had its thumb looped in the hem of them, pushing them down his hip on one side.

If Katsuki wasn’t hard before, he most definitely was now. He tried to hold back any visible response other than that from his body, however. He kept his face stiff, but casual. He never once looked up from his phone –he didn’t want to seem like he was on the lookout for wandering eyes, though this was insanely difficult, because all he really wanted to do was be on the lookout for wandering eyes.

Kirishima was either nervous, or really eager, because no long after Katsuki had opened his most recent picture, another one was already there, ready to be opened. Katsuki didn’t want to keep him waiting. He didn’t want to make Kirishima feel insecure, even if he really should have been stopping Kirishima from doing this in the first place.

Red Riot

The next picture was a little different. Kirishima’s boxers still tilted to one side from where he had tugged them down in the last picture, but this time the angle had changed once more and Katsuki was peering up and over Kirishima’s body. He could see the rise of the boy’s boxers where his member sat hard, flush beneath their grip, and Kirishima’s hand was up near his face, fingers teasing his mouth, cheeks pink and blotchy with presumably intoxication and arousal. He looked good, insanely good, with his biceps bulging and hair let loose from its previous tie –allowing for it to fall and frame Kirishima’s face.

Red Riot: I was attracted to u from the first time I saw u

Red Riot: but u could probably tell

Red Riot: thats y I got ur snapchat from mina

Red Riot: I was kinda pissy she kept u to herself

Red Riot: pls forget I said any of this in the morning

Red Riot: I kno its super embarassinf

Red Riot: its just ur really great

Red Riot

Kirishima followed his ramblings with yet another picture of himself. This one had Katsuki choking on air, gasping as he inhaled a mixture of oxygen and his own embarrassment. The guy up the other end of the car twitched when he did, looking up, only to be shot down by another one of Katsuki’s murderous glares. He wasn’t sure how much of an insidious affect it probably had, with his face assumed to be as bright as a tomato and his back hunched in order to shield his progressive issue in his pants. Maybe he would just look really drunk.

The picture, as it were, was far more provocative than any of the ones before it. Kirishima was sitting up now, propped against a wall, underwear pushed halfway down his legs, his length in his hand. He held the phone above his head, an aerial view of his entire form. His thumb was teasing over the head of his dick, and Katsuki couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if it was his own hand in its place. How would Kirishima react, what would he sound like? He’d make him feel good; he knew that for a fact. He’d work his way over Kirishima’s body, finding every single place that made the redhead twitch; anywhere spot that could potentially make the younger boy dissolve.

Katsuki may not seem it from the outside, but he took pride in the way he cared for his lovers.

Katsuki was sunk deep into this phone, so far that he didn’t even notice when the next thing that came through on his app wasn’t actually a picture, but a video. He didn’t even consider the consequences when he immediately pressed it, the sound of Kirishima’s voice radiating out into the once quiet air of the train carriage.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima’s voice whined out through his phones speaker, causing Katsuki to flail his hands, dropping the device to the floor in front of him, and if he’d been doing a good job at concealing what he’d been up to until this point, he wasn’t anymore.

Everything around him appeared to go still in that moment. Katsuki could do nothing but sit there, in shock, staring down at the backside of his phone, its screen still lit and washing the edges of itself in its own light. He didn’t know if his fellow passenger was watching, but he probably was. There was no way he’d missed that in what had been one of the deadest silences in the history of silences.

Katsuki drew in a breath alongside the sound of the train’s automated announcement providing him with the necessary information that this next stop, would be his. He was grateful for it, because no matter how much stone Katsuki built around himself, there was absolutely no fucking way he was going to be able to continue sitting in this train car with that stranger after he’d just played Kirishima’s sex driven voice out loud like a symphony.

Katsuki scooped his phone up from the surface of the floor, just as the train began to shudder to a standstill. He gripped the device tightly within his fingers; eyes flickering up to knowingly meet the gaze of the man downwind from him, who watched him curiously, knowingly. Katsuki could do nothing but attempt to put up his wall. He smirk, smug and deep like it didn’t matter to him in the slightest if this guy knew what he’d been doing. He even made a show of it, adjusting himself in his pants so that it would be more comfortable for him to walk, not bothering to be subtle in any way.

Once he was off the train, that’s when he let himself breathe for the first time since Kirishima’s corpulent moan of his name had hit his ears. It was colder outside than he’d anticipated, and the chill from upon the platform was almost enough to cool the head of his skin, wind hitting his flushed face, neck and arms. Everything within him burned, with want, with desire.

He gazed back down at his phone, screen blinking as it vibrated repeatedly within his grasp.

Red Riot: uh so like was that too much??

Red Riot: I don’t kno ive never done this before

Red Riot: I dunno I just thought it might be hot for u to hear

Red Riot: do u think so???

Red Riot: oh shit

Red Riot: fuck I think someones hoem

Red Riot: ive gotta go

Red Riot: thx for like

Red Riot: letting me do that

Red Riot: yeah

Red Riot: don’t forget to call me in the morning!

Red Riot: I cant wait to hear ur voice ;)

Red Riot: be safe!

Red Riot: gn

Katsuki hovered in his place for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. It was dead cold outside, and he was in nothing but a pair of jeans and a t-shirt –his jacket still being with Kirishima, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to move. He just stood, staring down at his phone, the messages from Kirishima, the memories of what had just occurred running races around his brain. He wasn’t much sure how he was supposed to react, but Kirishima seemed to feel casual about it, so maybe that was a start.

Kirishima had also said that Katsuki should forget this in the morning, pretend like it had never happened. Katsuki was good at that, acting like nothing had occurred, even when it was something near impossible to forget. He told himself that he’d do that. That he’d follow Kirishima’s wishes, and he wouldn’t bring it up. He told himself it was for Kirishima’s sake, but somewhere deep down, what he was really choosing to do was to protect himself.

With nibble fingers, and a few taps across the cold glass of his phone screen, Katsuki types out a final few messages.

BakuBae: its fine Shitty-Hair

BakuBae: gn

And that was that.

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whambamthankyoubram · 7 years

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ALL OF THEM IM A NOSEY BITCH

YOU ALWAYS DO THIS

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? MORE CEREAL THAN MILK OBVIOUSLY I’M NOT SATAN

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? No bc my cheeks are cold as hell and I need warmth

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I fold the corners or put little mailings/postcards in them, whatever I have laying around!

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea, nothing; coffee, milk only!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Yes :( There’s a gap in my teeth and I hate it. I wish my teeth were perfect.

6: do you keep plants? Nope.

7: do you name your plants? Can’t name the plants you don’t keep, my dude

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Uhhhh...no?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? YES all the time.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Side!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what's your favorite planet? Pluto bc it is still a planet okay

13: what's something that made you smile today? My boyfriend’s Snapchats

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Messy af

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! “In space, the skin on your feet peels off.” EW SPACE WTF

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? MMMMMM any pasta tbh I’m Italian I will eat anything

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I love my hair color the way it is now!

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. My ex never let me forget the time I was passed out on his couch, and I woke up intermittently before falling back asleep. He was watching Rush Hour. I asked him, (HALF ASLEEP MIND YOU), Oh, is this the movie with Chris Rock and Bruce Lee? (I’m awful).

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I write my thoughts and crazy paranoia in there boyyyyyeeeee

20: what's your favorite eye color? BROWN

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. Uhhhhh it’s a longchamp bc I’m a white girl

22: are you a morning person? Not really

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? SLEEP!

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Not sure

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? I’ve never broken into anything omg

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My Uggs, because I’m a white girl

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Mint

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? My BFF giggles sometimes when she talks and idk it’s cute

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Fuck yes, have you ever seen a spider? In your shower? Without your glasses on?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I LOVE SOCKS! When I get socks for Christmas I get so excited. I can fall asleep with socks on, but at some point in the night, they’re coming off my feet lol.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I ate pizza while I was drunk #wowimsocool

33: what's your fave pastry? Cinnamon buns, does that count?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? Winnie the Motherfuckin Pooh. No :( He fell in the mud and I had to throw him out bc the washer couldn’t fix him

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Fuck yeah I do!

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Noooo clue tbh

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? Clean, but it’s always a mess

38: tell us about your pet peeves! I hate when the President sniffs into the microphone while he’s delivering some sort of address, blow ur nose next time or stop doing coke

39: what color do you wear the most? Black lol

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? Nose ring, no special meaning I just really like it

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? An Abundance of Katherines bc I fucking love the shit out of John Green

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! Not really tbh

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? Probably my bf

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? The other night, at the beach! So pretty :)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yes

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I couldn’t think of any, next question

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Aerosol cheese

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Bugs, yes, ew

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? Don’t remember!! I bought the first Glee soundtrack when it came out LOL

50: what's an odd thing you collect? Socks?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? I associate “All Night” by Chance the Rapper w my bf

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? Salt bae for sure

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Beetlejuice was the only one, I watched a little of Pulp Fiction - they were both ok

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My friend :( she’s ok now but I saw her the other night and she was upset

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Not sure

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Laughter and the way people get excited over things

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? It made me feel like I’ve been having too much sugar tonight tbh

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? I’M THE WINE MOM!!!! I am the wine QUEEN ok that’s all I ever drink. My bff is the vodka aunt, but she lives miles apart from me so we rarely drink together nowadays

59: what's your favorite myth? Dude? I don’t have one

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot.

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? I got a really ugly hat once, and I gave a really ugly hat once, at the same Christmas exchange party

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Hell no I’m a living mess

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yes, my bff

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Mad lilies! They’re my fav flower

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Depressed and tired tbh

68: what's winter like where you live? Cold but not too cold bc you know global warming

69: what are your favorite board games? Scrabble!!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Yes lol

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? ANY KIND! Right now I’m really feeling ginger turmeric from Trader Joe’s, though, soooo good

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YES.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Uhhh not going to bed early enough lol

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. This person is a HUGE JARLEY FAN and super adorbs!!! Hates Mon-El and LOVES TO RANT ABOUT IT AND I LOVE THIS PERSON REGARDLESS

75: tell us about your pets! So I have a dog, he’s almost 12 years old which is really depressing bc he’s probably going to pass on soon :( I’m obsessed with him and love him so much!!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Yeah, taking my bra off why am I still wearing it

77: pink or yellow lemonade? PINK, always

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? Hate club, get them the fuck away from me

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? One of my old boyfriends learned how to knit for me which I thought was very sweet

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Aqua! Because I like it?

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. “Comets.”

82: are/were you good in school? Not really

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Ohhhh I know this, I love Californication’s album art so much

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I have seven!!

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? No

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? Wat

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? The Lion King, BITCH

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not really

89: are you close to your parents? Yes

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. NEW YORRRRRK. Concrete jungle where dreams are destroyed you’ll never get anywhere go back to long island

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Somewhere over the summer, not sure where yet tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? In the middle

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Top knots bc I’m lazy

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? The Weeknd LOL

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Date night, then I’m not sure!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Ohhh I procrastinate so much

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Not sure about the Myer-Briggs type, but I’m a scorpio + Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Yes! I think in November. It was chilly, but a lot of fun

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

One Headlight - The Wallflowers (listening now)

Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

Love Drought - Beyonce

Under the Bridge - RHCP

Strip My Mind - RHCP

Literally anything by RHCP

Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips (I cry literally every time I listen to it)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Neither, because I am choosing to live in the MOMENT :)

#jarley-puckerrose #about me #ask: answered #GOD DAMN

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atomicsurvivor-isleofskye · 6 years

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Ep. 9 - “gosh this sucks moose” - Jake D.

https://atomicsurvivor-isleofskye.tumblr.com/post/169132233901/individual-immunity-4-who-said-that

So all went according to plan. JG went home and everyone we tried to get to vote with us did. However this tribal did show that if someone wanted an easy vote to betray people I’ll be it. This tribal also probably marks the end of my fake idol play, no one would believe my now.

I’m happy jg’s gone but feel really sad that Heather feels completely alone in this game i knew I couldn’t let her know about the vote for my own good but she’s really taking it hard and it really sucks hopefully she can continue to trust me and we can make it far in the game together but idk how things will go from here on out

But on a different note can I just say iolaire had some of the strongest player of this season and I’m so happy to have been one of them it’s trully been a struggle and I would have never imagined making it this far when I first started

Ok so I was so worried that either me or Tara were going to get voted out. I was extra messy and befriended heather to find out what the other side's plans would be. Then, I got them to switch the votes to Stephen because if it was Tara they might have had the numbers. I also talked to Aundra and even though he really wants Stephen gone he still voted with us. At this point I need to lay low because I've been in the spotlight too much. Luckily JG is gone because he would have went hard against me! If I'm really getting voted out next I would want Tara to have my idol. She's a really good player I trust her so much she's my BFF!!!! I hope she backstabs me when the time is right.

Ik this is confession overload but IM SO EXCITED TO DO THIS CHALLENGE. I remember my first game seeing this get played and I was so jealous and now I’m here playing it! This experience has littered been a dream come true I’ve met awesome people and played a very good game in my opinion an this has just been really fun I’m really enjoying myself. And what’s made my experience more worth it is being hosted by Jay and Ali they finally get to see what they possibly saw in me the first time they asked me to play and I let them down I’ve redeemed myself largely and happy they’ve got to see it happen and I hope that they’re proud.

Host Note: We are.

very tired of voting in the minority gosh this sucks moose, im gonna hafta tryhard on this immunity, however its not easy to determine some of these quotes because i dont socialize with all of them reguarly so its gonna take educated guesses, if i dont win i could leave

https://youtu.be/rM29GgGKMHI

Wow. Didn't know I was going to be a villian in this season, but I'm honestly perfectly fine with that.

I was playing a mini survivor org with tara and becka and I kinda overreacted and got pissed at tara when she was just kidding around and I hope I didn't damage our friendship over this. Sometimes I don't trust her because she's such a troll and I question her loyalty in the games we play. It is so confusing because I want to support her in whatever she wants to do but I also really enjoy playing the game with her as an ally. I dont want it to end! So if she wants to blindside me I'd be happy for her but I'd also be CRUSHED. And the thought of blindsiding her before she blindsides me is tempting me way too much!!! Why does she have to be such a troll sometimes ajdshfkjashdf. LET ME LIVE TARA!!!

Welp, my answers are terrible for the challenge. I might have been better if people would actually talk to me first instead of me scouting to save my ass. See ya at Ponderosa. Or not.... hopefully not

I just wanted to say Incase it wasn’t obvious in any way Tara and I are like the bestest friends and have been a tight union this entire game even though she tried to vote me out and flipped on me at the beginning she and I are close and have planned on going to final 2 since day one and we seem to be on path to furfill that goal if we do I would say we are one of the strongest she’s to play this game simply because it was pulled off

https://atomicsurvivor-isleofskye.tumblr.com/post/169164002976/immunity-results-with-a-score-of-920

My my, Tara won immunity. I've been warn she might turn but that's okay. Ain is keeping me updated on the other side and apparently they think Stephen and I are tight?!? Like uh excuse me. We're only working bc our goals are alike. O well, we shall see

So I would have preferred if I had won immunity because the further into the game we get, the more likely it is I will he blindsided. And from what I can tell I don’t think theres a possibility for me to blindside my alliance because Jake and Heather and even Aundra would much rather blindside me than work with me. But at least Heather didn’t win, because shes an easy vote for my alliance and a huge pain in the backside, ruining my reputation.

Can I not be a comp flop for once and actually win something I even used a 20% advantage I HATE! anyway I’m glad Tara won she’s cute but I NEEDED IMMUNITY SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!!! Heather bb why do you think I’m not likely to win if I get to the end? It’s true but I’m mad you think that??? I HAVE PLAYED SUCH A GOOD GAME!!! IT ONLY GOT MESSY WHEN SAORSA JOINED US!! I deserve some RECOGNITION! I LITERALLY TRICKED ALL OF YOU GUYS INTO VOTING STEPHEN AND GOT JG OUT!!!! AND NOW YOU STILL WANT TO WORK WITH ME BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO CHOICE! Do you think it’s easy flipping Aundra? HMM? Do you think it’s easy trying to figure out if rebecka is a threat or not or if she’s telling the truth?? Do you think it was easy talking to JG when he only developed a personality at the Olivia vote???? And do you think it’s easy working with Stephen?? Vi??? Stephen doesn’t talk much and idek what vi is doing in the game?? Why is she so nice to us? Why won’t she play the game? I DONT KNOW BUT IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE HER ON MY SIDE. Also I even got Olivia to trust me and spill all her plans which I used to turn people against her!!!! THIS WAS WHEN YOU GUYS WERE IN THE MAJORITY. I would understand if you were deciding between Tara and i that you’d go for Tara because she’s literally amazing BUT we have been playing similar games!!!!! We found idols together!!! We flip people together!! And we get into fake alliances together!!! I SHOULD AT LEAST MAKE IT A LITTLE HARD FOR YOU TO DECIDE BETWEEN US!! I hope I get to f2 just so I can prove you wrong !! That is if I don’t leave next asdgjklljhgfss

Welp I guess my only choice rn is to trust Aundra Ain Tara and Jake. Whoopdie fucking do

Tara is a QUEEN!!!!!! I? am going to bring her to f2 and then SELF EVICT !!!! Its iconic I know. Jay dont kick me out im just kidding tara whomst?

So I’ve figured out my game plan from here till the end, and the next two votes i think might be the most dangerous ones. But even if I don’t get voted out I might not be able to bring the goats i want to the end because Jake refuses to talk to me. At all. He does know its a social game yes?

Looks like my optimistic fairy dust from the moors has already worn off, because I am scared for this week. I don't trust anyone in my new "final five" alliance and no one has really said anything to me, it makes me think I am the one going home. I went to the moors seeing as it is possibly my only chance at survival and I got nothing. I can definitely see myself going tonight, but I am not going to stop trying to stay. I want to stay here and if that means doing anything it takes I am willing. There is no plan on who to get out as of now, so I am completely lost at the moment.

Happy New Years everyone!! Im still drunk from last night. I think I might go home tonight but it's ok Bc it's just a game!! Love u all I am gonna take a nap now ❤️

Meant to post this a while ago https://drive.google.com/open?id=1xaPbW7F1trOxb-YUptDItsUe3d5Wz1qr

Tara is really annoying me right now. She really wants rebecka gone and I don't even know why. Getting Heather out now seems like the safest option to me! We don't make anyone suspicious of us. Aundra/Jake already know by now we're the majority so I don't think they would be too surprised. Then we can go on ahead at final 7 to blindside rebecka and stephen. We gain back the trust of Aundra and then vote stephen out next. It'll be PERFECT. BUT SHE DOESNT GET IT. She wants to do rebecka first and then stephen will be pissed??? He's gonna want to flip the vote on us and it's gonna be JG level chaos! I'm TIRED and I don't want to stress out at f7 when it could have been an easy blindside with least worrying and campaigning. Everyone would be ready to vote rebecka out with us then. Idgi. I also do not want Heather in the game she keeps me on edge! I'm sure she'll be going hard every time to win immunity and advantages. This is the best time to get her out. I wish Tara would listen to me for ONCE and let me have my way instead of being so STUBBORN!!! Like I love and support her but I need to get my way sometimes too!!!!! This has been a rant.

ya known getting this far in an org reminded me of how mentally wearing it can be, i can't imagine how drained the actual players feel having little food and being in the changing weather conditions, i suppose im just venting because im sad it could be a potential loss, but im not giving up!

ain always bitches about me and its kinda rude! like i get u don't want us to seem close btu um telling ppl i'm gonna win in ftc no thanks xoxo

I’ve openly campaigned ALL DAY to save Heather simply because she doesn’t deserve to be going home I really feel like she is getting robbed and it’s so annoying that I can’t control a vote for once and now heather is going home because of it another annoying thing is that these people don’t want to get Stephen out all they have to do is vote him out yet they’ve decided against it tbh I should’ve just let him get voted out when it wa going to happen it was somewhat nice to get to know him but i still strongly want to get him out

It has been brought to my attention that I am a "threat" who has a lot of "advantages" because people told me where some used to be. I have one advantage, but I am not going to say that. I sent Rebecka some quoted things that people have said about her being a threat. She said she will vote Ain with me but I don't know for sure if she will vote with me. This is my last effort to stay in this game, and it could screw me over, but it is a risk I am willing to take. Ain will not get any votes in jury and I will make sure of it when I get to ponderosa, her game has been messy at best. Yes I may be saying this out of anger, but it is called jury management and so far she has turned her back on every person in the jury minus maybe Tim. Aundra told me he loved bitter juries, well I may be that bitter jury member to Ain. Love you girlie but also, buh bye.

Praying to the survivor gods JGs dead vote goes to Ain for SOME REASON

https://atomicsurvivor-isleofskye.tumblr.com/post/169206013441/merge-tribal-4

Heather voted out 5-2-1-1

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