#or just knew how to do anything in general

[solaceseven]

you storm out in the middle of an argument

pairings: gojo x reader, geto x reader, nanami x reader, sukuna x reader, toji x reader

GOJO - the second you stormed out, gojo was right behind you.

you heard his footsteps almost immediately, quick and determined. of course, he wasn’t going to just let you go—not without a fight.

“leave me alone, gojo,” you snapped over your shoulder, picking up your pace.

“nope.”

you groaned. “i need space.”

“i need you to not walk around alone at night,” he countered, effortlessly keeping up.

you whirled around, frustration bubbling over. “i can protect myself.”

gojo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know you can. you’re strong, way too strong for me, honestly—i think about it all the time, actually, how you could probably throw me into the sun if you really tried—”

“gojo.”

“right, right, focus.” he exhaled. “i know you can handle yourself. that’s not the point. i just—please, come back home.”

you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. gojo loved your stubbornness—adored it, actually. but right now, he just wished you’d listen to him.

when you didn’t say anything, he groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. “come on—don’t make me get on my knees.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“oh, i would. right here. in the middle of the street.”

you rolled your eyes, turning to keep walking when you finally took in your surroundings. without even realizing it, you’d walked all the way to a 7-eleven.

gojo followed your gaze, then brightened immediately. “oh? a sign from the heavens?” he turned to you with a grin. “ramen?”

you sighed, and gojo, ever the opportunist, pressed on. “my treat.”

“you always pay,” you deadpanned.

“exactly! so, technically, i didn’t even have to say that—but i did, because i’m a generous and loving boyfriend.”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “…yeah, okay.”

gojo beamed like you had just accepted a marriage proposal. “knew you couldn’t resist me.”

you shot him a glare, but he just threw an arm around your shoulder, steering you inside like you hadn’t just been arguing minutes ago.

as he grabbed entirely too many snacks, sneaking extras into your basket with a shit-eating grin, you felt the weight in your chest ease just a little.

you weren’t done being mad at him—not completely. but as he stood beside you at the register, arms full of junk food, nudging you with his elbow like a lovesick fool, you realized—

yeah. you’d be okay.

GETO - suguru doesn’t stop you.

not because he doesn’t care—no, quite the opposite. he watches as you grab your coat, as you storm out, and he lets you go. he knows you need space, and he respects that.

but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to find you.

you don’t know how long you’ve been walking, the frustration from your argument still lingering, but eventually, you find yourself stopping by a quiet street corner. you sigh, rubbing a hand over your face, trying to steady your thoughts—

and then you hear it. a smooth, familiar voice from behind you.

“you’re really making me work for it tonight, huh?”

you whip around, only to see geto standing there, hands tucked casually into his sleeves, watching you with that unreadable expression of his.

you glare. “how did you even find me?”

he tilts his head, amused. “you’re predictable.”

you huff, crossing your arms. “if you’re here to drag me home, don’t bother.”

geto steps closer, slow and easy. “i’m not dragging you anywhere.”

you raise an eyebrow. “then what do you want?”

he exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “you’re upset. i get it. but you know i hate leaving things like this.” he steps beside you, hands still tucked into his sleeves. “so, i figured i’d come find you.”

you don’t answer right away, staring at the ground. then, without warning, your eyes begin to sting. you blink rapidly, willing the tears away, but it’s too late—geto sees it instantly.

his expression shifts, the tension in his shoulders vanishing in an instant. before you can turn away, he’s already in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks with the kind of gentleness that makes your chest ache.

“hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, tilting your face up to him. “don’t cry.” his thumbs brush lightly under your eyes, catching the first traces of tears. “look at me.”

you do, even though it only makes your throat feel tighter.

his brows furrow, guilt flashing across his face. “i’m sorry, okay?” his voice is soft, sincere. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

you swallow hard, blinking up at him. “…you were being an ass.”

a small, breathy chuckle leaves him. “yeah,” he admits. “i was.”

you sniff, and he immediately wipes away another tear before it can fall, his touch warm and steady. “but i didn’t mean to be,” he continues. “you know that, right?”

you nod.

geto exhales, relief evident in his expression. his hands don’t leave your face, his thumbs still tracing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“come home?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

you glance away, mumbling, “still mad.”

“i know.” his lips quirk into a small smile. “you can be mad at me at home, too.”

a pause. then, finally—

“okay.”

he doesn’t say anything, just lets his forehead rest lightly against yours for a moment before taking your hand in his, squeezing it once before leading you back home.

NANAMI - the argument had left a bitter weight in your chest, one that you couldn’t shake no matter how much you wanted to. the walls of your shared home felt too tight, too suffocating, so you did the only thing that made sense—you grabbed your coat and walked out.

you didn’t have a destination in mind, just the simple need to move, to put some distance between you and the words that had been thrown too carelessly.

at first, you thought you were alone. but then, a few blocks in, you heard it—steady, familiar footsteps trailing behind you.

you sighed. “kento.”

a pause. “hm?”

you turned slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder. sure enough, he was there. hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, but present nonetheless. he didn’t try to walk beside you, didn’t call your name or tell you to come home—he was just there.

“you don’t have to follow me,” you muttered.

nanami exhaled slowly, adjusting his tie as he kept his pace behind you. “i know.”

and yet, he didn’t stop.

you didn’t push him away, either.

the night air was crisp, the streets quiet save for the occasional car passing by. you walked, and he followed. neither of you spoke. the argument still lingered between you, raw and unhealed, but for some reason, his quiet presence made it easier to breathe.

eventually, your feet carried you to the park. it was empty this late, just dimly lit by a few scattered streetlights. you found yourself heading toward the swing set, your steps slowing as you lowered yourself onto one of the swings. the chains creaked slightly under your weight.

nanami hesitated for only a second before taking the swing next to you. he didn’t say anything, just sat there, hands resting on his thighs, eyes fixed ahead.

the silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just… there.

after a long moment, you broke it.

“we’re going to be okay, right?” your voice was quieter than you intended, but you didn’t correct it.

nanami didn’t answer immediately. he let out a slow breath.

“yeah,” he said, firm, certain. “we’re going to be okay.”

and for the first time since the argument, you let yourself believe it.

SUKUNA - the door had barely swung shut before you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

you had barely made it down the front steps when a clawed hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to a stop.

sukuna’s grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm—unrelenting. “where do you think you’re going?” his voice was low, edged with something unreadable.

you didn’t turn to face him. “i need to cool off.”

his fingers twitched against your skin. “tch. you can cool off inside.”

you exhaled sharply, attempting to pull away, but he didn’t let you. his grip remained steady, grounding. “i don’t want to be inside right now, sukuna.”

“and i don’t want you wandering off alone.”

you finally turned, eyes burning with frustration. “i can take care of myself.”

his expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his crimson gaze. “i know you can.” his tone softened, just barely. “that’s not the point.”

silence settled between you, tense and heavy. the night air was cool against your skin, the world around you quiet. your breathing was uneven, your heart still pounding from the argument. you wanted to be stubborn, to keep walking just to prove a point.

but sukuna didn’t let go.

for a long moment, he just looked at you. not with anger, not with amusement—just quiet, unreadable intensity. and then, after a sigh that sounded almost reluctant, his grip loosened. his hand slid down to take yours, fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt less like restraint and more like holding on.

“come back inside,” he muttered. his voice wasn’t commanding, not like before. it was something else. something almost pleading.

you hesitated, still upset, still wanting to fight. but his hand was warm, solid, there. the fight had drained out of you, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.

after a long pause, you sighed, giving his fingers a small squeeze before turning back toward the house.

sukuna didn’t say anything, just followed beside you, his hand never leaving yours. when you stepped inside, he made sure the door was locked behind you, his movements slow, deliberate. neither of you spoke as he guided you toward the bedroom, the silence no longer suffocating but something quieter, softer.

the argument wasn’t over. you weren’t ready to let it go. but as sukuna’s grip lingered, steady and sure, you knew—

you two were going to be okay.

TOJI - toji doesn’t follow you. at least, not right away.

he watches as you storm out, jaw clenched, arms crossed, your anger still crackling in the air like static. he lets you leave, doesn’t call after you, doesn’t chase you down. he just sits there, rubbing a hand over his face with a deep sigh.

but after a few minutes, he clicks his tongue, grabs his jacket, and heads out after you.

he knows you—knows you’re stubborn, knows you need space, but he also knows it’s late, and he’ll be damned if he lets you wander around alone.

it doesn’t take long to find you. you’re sitting on a bench at some quiet little bus stop, arms hugged around yourself, your knee bouncing impatiently. toji exhales, shoving his hands in his pockets as he makes his way over.

you glance up when he steps in front of you, glaring. “go away.”

“not happening,” he says flatly.

you scoff, turning your head. “i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“good,” he deadpans. “cause i ain’t here to talk.”

you blink, caught off guard, looking at him. he just shrugs. “you needed space, so i gave it to ya. now i’m just gonna sit here and shut up.”

and with that, toji plops down onto the bench next to you, spreading his legs wide, leaning back like this is the most natural thing in the world.

you stare at him. “you’re kidding.”

“nah.” he closes his eyes, tilting his head back. “go on. be mad.”

you are mad. but suddenly, it feels a little ridiculous.

the two of you sit there in silence, the sounds of the city buzzing faintly in the distance. the weight of the argument still lingers, but toji’s presence, solid and unshaken, makes it feel smaller. like it’s not going to swallow you whole.

after a while, he cracks an eye open, side-eyeing you. “you done sulking yet?”

you huff. “i’m not sulking.”

“yeah, yeah.” he stretches, rolling his shoulders. “c’mon. let’s go.”

you hesitate. “i dunno…”

he stands up, glancing down at you. “i’ll buy you food.”

you squint. “bribery?”

toji smirks. “call it what ya want. just get up.”

you sigh, but when he holds a hand out to you, you take it. his grip is warm, steady, and when he tugs you to your feet, he doesn’t let go.

“where are we going?” you mumble.

“dunno.” he shrugs. “we’ll figure it out.”

and somehow, that’s enough.

[queeniewithabeanie]

Lady Gotham

Dpxdc Prompt #47

When Danny Fenton moved to Gotham for university the city noticed.

After all, before Lady Gotham was Gotham she was Samantha Manson.

It all started with the Nasty Burger explosion.

Mr. Lancer, Mrs. and Mr. Fenton, Jazz, Danny, Tucker, and Sam were all there. One moment, Danny was being confronted about cheating on his career aptitude test and the next all Sam could see was the familiar toxic green of the Ghost Zone.

Sam's first thought was did anyone survive? and her second was i need to find Danny.

She wasn't sure of the fate of anyone caught in the explosion, for all she knew she could've been the only one to die (unlikely), and if not that the only one to form into a ghost (sadly, plausible).

With worst case scenarios flooding her head, Sam began looking for anything familiar in the Zone. She'd never been without the infi-map before and now that she didn't have it she was lost.

She never had a chance of finding Danny because she fell into a portal after she'd barely begun searching.

When Sam became aware again, she found herself in a world similar to her home, but very different at the same time.

The times were different, this world barely in the 1700s. She was in a different location, somewhere in the northeast, but she couldn't tell exactly where yet. And most importantly, the world seemed more magical than the one she came from.

Of course, she tried to get home, but there were no natural portals opening up and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't make them herself.

After spending 20 years, more time than she had lived in her home dimension, in what had come to be named Gotham, Sam had settled down. She made friends with a family named the Waynes and though she would never forget Danny and Tucker she had an afterlife in this new dimension now too.

Sam protected the city best she could from anything that tried to harm it, making it her own haunt. Eventually the people around town started calling her The Lady of Gotham, later shortened to just Lady Gotham.

A century after joining the world, Sam was cursed and by extension Gotham was cursed too. She could no longer speak, and while she still tried her best to protect the city from outside harm there was nothing she could do about the corruption within.

She watched over the Waynes inside the limits of her haunt, them having become her family in this new world. And in return the Waynes tried to keep Gotham the best place it could be, attempting to keep it from becoming a cesspool.

Sam did her best, she did what she could and in return Gothamites had a certain pride in their city.

"It's terrible, but it's home" was the general sentiment shared by the citizens.

Soon enough the times were approaching to when she had been alive, and a new generation of Waynes emerged in her streets. When she failed to protect Martha and Thomas, Sam felt sorrow and let the shadows gather around Bruce to show him she was grieving too.

He left, but as many Gothamites did he came back. And when he came back it was with vengeance.

Her streets were more corrupt than they had ever been before, but Bruce came in like a knight in shining armor. No—not shining, but dark. Dark and jagged, but home and just as much a part of Gotham as Sam herself.

With Bruce becoming Batman, his partners weren't far behind. First Dick, then Babs, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Damian, and Duke. And with so many Waynes, not in blood but in everything that mattered, trying to save her Sam felt more loved than ever before.

And then she felt a Danny Fenton, older than her's had ever gotten to be at 18-years-old, enter the streets. Sam, for the first time in forever, she longed for what could have been.

That night, the skies were clearer and the streets were quieter as Sam held on to Danny through the shadows and didn't let go.

Her knights wouldn't mind one more addition, she hoped.

[00valentina-writes00]

I was wondering if you could do something about Ambessa with a reader who is a high-ranking military officer (colonel, commander, general, captain, etc.) or someone very important. (I just need to know how she would behave towards an "equal") thank u sm! ♥

♡♥︎Unyielding Resolve♥︎♡

The war room was dimly lit, the faintest sliver of sunlight breaking through the dark curtains, casting muted shadows over the long, polished table where the world’s most powerful figures had gathered. Ambessa Medarda stood at the front, her regal stature towering above the rest. Her gaze was intense, as always, her sharp, amber eyes surveying each of the gathered commanders, diplomats, and soldiers, her voice commanding and clear as she presented her case.

“You must understand,” Ambessa’s voice cut through the murmur of debates, silencing the room instantly, “that our people cannot be left to suffer the consequences of your hesitations.”

You were no stranger to these kinds of meetings. A high-ranking military commander from the opposing faction, you had earned your place through years of fierce dedication, your loyalty unwavering, your skills honed to perfection. Your posture was rigid, your uniform impeccable, yet your eyes never wavered from Ambessa’s figure at the front of the room. There was an undeniable power about her—an edge that came from both the iron grip she held over her nation and the quiet, unspoken confidence that radiated from her every move. Her dark hair, tied neatly at the nape of her neck, contrasted with the intricate tattoos that danced along her neck and wrists, symbols of both power and sacrifice.

She was a force to be reckoned with.

But you were too.

“You seem to misunderstand the balance we’ve achieved,” you spoke, your voice calm but firm. “Your actions only tip the scale toward chaos. The people deserve peace, not your demands.”

Ambessa tilted her head, her lips curving into something between a smirk and a challenge. The amber of her eyes gleamed with something more—an admiration, perhaps, for your defiance. Your boldness was something she respected. It wasn’t often that someone stood so firmly against her, unwavering in the face of her presence

“I respect your resolve,” she said, her words slow, deliberate. “But this… peace you speak of, Commander, comes at the expense of far too many. You know it as well as I do.”

You knew that too. But in the depths of your heart, you couldn’t bring yourself to compromise on the principles that had guided you for so long. The lives of your soldiers, your people—none of them would be sacrificed for anything less than true peace. Not under your watch.

The debate raged on, tensions rising with every passing moment, but you and Ambessa remained locked in a silent contest, the weight of the room’s words falling heavy between the two of you. It was as if the entire world faded away, and for a brief second, the only two people who mattered were you and her, the room holding its breath as you exchanged not only words but a battle of wills.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the meeting adjourned. The voices of your colleagues faded as you straightened from your seat, a deep sigh escaping your lips. You were used to the weight of these discussions, but today’s had been particularly taxing. Your mind, sharp as it was, felt clouded by the lingering tension in the air.

Before you could retreat to your quarters for some much-needed rest, you felt a presence behind you. It was familiar, the quiet, confident steps that could only belong to one person.

Ambessa

“Commander,” she said, her voice low, but carrying an undeniable command. “A word?”

You turned to face her, your gaze meeting hers once more. She stood a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest, her stance proud but not unapproachable. Her gaze flickered over you, assessing you as if trying to read every nuance, every layer you carefully kept hidden. There was no malice in her eyes, no threat, just an unwavering sense of curiosity, of respect.

You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your lips lifting in a quiet challenge. “What is it, Medarda?”

“Perhaps,” she began, her voice measured, “we can discuss this matter further… without the interruptions of others.” There was a flicker of something in her expression, a softness that contradicted her usual commanding demeanor. “I find that I admire your strength, Commander. Few have the courage to speak so directly to me.”

There was a flicker of surprise that passed over you, but you quickly masked it. “And what exactly do you hope to achieve by this conversation, Ambessa? Another attempt to sway me to your cause?”

Ambessa took a step closer, her eyes narrowing slightly, her presence still as formidable as ever, yet there was something different in the way she held herself now. There was no longer any tension between the two of you, only the quiet understanding that you were both two of the most powerful leaders in the room, capable of seeing through the facades of politics and war.

“You’ve been fighting your whole life, haven’t you?” she asked suddenly, her voice soft but laced with a quiet understanding. “Against your own people, against the world around you. I can see it in your eyes, Commander. A fire that won’t go out.”

You weren’t sure if it was her words or the weight of her gaze that made your heart beat a little faster. But whatever it was, it made you pause, if only for a moment.

“I’m no different than you, Medarda,” you replied, your voice steady despite the knot in your chest. “We both fight for our people, even when the cost is too high.”

Ambessa’s lips curled into a small smile, a rare expression that seemed to soften the usual edge of her features. She stepped closer still, close enough that you could feel the heat of her body, close enough to sense the subtle shift in the air between you.

“You are,” she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper, “but your fight… it’s different. There’s something in you that draws me, Commander.”

Your breath caught, the weight of her words settling over you like a heavy cloak. It wasn’t just the admiration she felt for your strength, you realized. There was something deeper, something that spoke to the very essence of who you were. And, despite the tension that still lingered from the meeting, despite the weight of your duties, there was a part of you that found yourself captivated by her.

Ambessa’s eyes flickered down briefly, as though contemplating something before she looked back up at you. “Come with me,” she said, her voice steady, yet there was a hint of something more—a warmth, an invitation. “I would like you to join me for dinner at my estate. A place to discuss… other matters.”

The invitation was unexpected, but not unwelcome. You couldn’t deny the allure of her presence, the way she commanded every room she entered, the way she challenged you, both intellectually and physically. She had caught you off guard with her quiet admiration, and now she was offering you a chance to see the other side of her—the side that wasn’t always masked by politics or power.

You hesitated for only a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing your mind. But then you realized: this wasn’t just about the war, or the meeting. This was about something more.

“Very well,” you said, your voice steady, yet there was a spark of curiosity in your gaze. “I’ll join you, Medarda. But know this: I’m no fool. I won’t be swayed so easily.”

Ambessa’s smile widened, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, Commander.”

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The Medarda estate was unlike any place you had ever been. It was a perfect blend of elegance and strength, much like Ambessa herself. The estate, perched high on a cliff, had sweeping views of the valley below, the faintest touch of moonlight illuminating the sprawling gardens. Inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, with soft candlelight flickering in every corner and the faint hum of classical music playing in the background.

Ambessa had led you to a long, polished dining table, where an elaborate spread of dishes awaited. The scents of roasted meats, rich sauces, and fresh bread filled the air, their warmth promising a night of indulgence. The table was set with the finest china, silverware gleaming in the dim light, and the glasses already filled with wine, the deep red liquid catching the light in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

You settled into your seat across from Ambessa, noting the way her posture remained impeccably straight, the elegant curve of her neck as she glanced at the dishes laid out before you. Her amber eyes met yours with an intensity that made it impossible to ignore the unspoken tension between you. There was a certain weight to the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. No, it was something far more intriguing—something far more dangerous.

The meal began in silence, the soft clink of cutlery the only sound as you both indulged in the meal. Ambessa ate with the same controlled grace that defined everything about her. Each bite was deliberate, as if she were savoring not just the food but the moment.

When she set her fork down, her eyes never left yours. “So,” she said, her voice smooth and low, laced with a subtle challenge, “how do you manage it all? The responsibility, the endless decisions, the weight of your command? It must be exhausting.”

You leaned back in your chair, savoring the bite you’d just taken. Her question had been expected—leaders like you didn’t rise to power without bearing the heavy burden of their choices. But there was something in the way she asked that made you pause, something in her gaze that suggested she wasn’t simply curious. She was testing you.

“I do what I must,” you replied, your voice steady but laced with a quiet intensity. “Sometimes it feels like I’m balancing on a knife’s edge, but it’s what I signed up for. The duty to my people—it never stops, even when I’d like it to.”

Ambessa’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. “I can’t imagine a life without this… constant push. It’s almost… addictive, isn’t it?” Her words hung in the air, wrapped in a kind of daring playfulness that you couldn’t help but feel was aimed at you.

There was a shift in the atmosphere. Her gaze dropped briefly to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes, and in that split second, you knew exactly what she was doing. Testing the waters. Drawing you in. She had a way of making you feel seen in a way few others ever could.

“Perhaps,” you replied, meeting her gaze head-on, unwilling to back down. “But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the challenge. The thrill of the game, the strategy. It keeps things interesting.”

Ambessa chuckled softly, the sound rich and warm. “You have a sharp mind, Commander. I can see why you’ve earned your place. But I wonder…” Her eyes glimmered with an unreadable thought. “Do you ever think about what you want when all of this is over? When the battles have been fought and the decisions have been made?”

The question was softer this time, quieter. But the weight of it hung between you like a delicate thread, a question that neither of you had yet answered, and perhaps never would. Ambessa’s eyes didn’t leave yours as she leaned forward slightly, the golden light reflecting off her skin, making her appear even more untouchable, more mesmerizing.

You paused, your fork still in your hand as you considered her words. “I think about it,” you said, your voice low, carrying the weight of unspoken things. “But I can’t afford to indulge those thoughts. Not yet. I have too much at stake.”

Ambessa studied you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile once again. “How exhausting,” she said, a touch of humor in her voice. “Always looking ahead, never looking at what’s right in front of you.” She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving yours, and the heat in the air between you only intensified.

There was a certain magnetism about her. A quiet, unspoken tension that seemed to pull you in, urging you to confront the very things you’d been avoiding. For someone who was so composed, so measured, there was an underlying ferocity in the way she carried herself, in the way she spoke, and in the way she watched you.

The conversation shifted then, as you both continued to discuss tactics, strategies, and the political landscape, but beneath the words was an unspoken current, a thread that pulled you both closer together despite the careful control you both maintained. It was a dance—one of words, of glances, of unvoiced challenges and flirtations that neither of you dared fully acknowledge.

Ambessa’s voice was smooth as she spoke of her nation’s defenses, detailing her strategies with the kind of ease that came from years of experience. “I’ve always believed in being unpredictable,” she said, a hint of pride in her tone. “Keeping them guessing, ensuring they never know what’s coming next.”

“Sounds like something I’d say,” you replied, your smile playful, but your gaze locked on her. “It’s the only way to keep an advantage.”

Ambessa tilted her head, her expression softening ever so slightly. “I admire that,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t play by the usual rules.” She paused, then added with a faint smirk, “Perhaps you and I are more alike than I realized.”

The statement lingered in the air, the weight of it undeniable. You leaned in slightly, your voice quieter, more intimate. “I’d like to think so. But, of course, you’d never admit to that, would you?”

Ambessa’s gaze never faltered as she leaned forward too, her lips curling into a smile that was as dangerous as it was alluring. “I never admit to anything I don’t want to, Commander. But I’m willing to consider that… maybe I’m wrong.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you both was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity, the unspoken challenge hanging thick between you. The world outside the estate seemed so far away in that moment, as though nothing existed except the two of you and the carefully woven web of words you were spinning.

Ambessa broke the silence, her voice a low murmur that made your pulse quicken. “Tell me, Commander, do you ever think about how all of this could end?”

Your lips parted to reply, but her gaze, intense and searching, held you in place, as though she could see right through you. And in that moment, you realized something you hadn’t allowed yourself to acknowledge before: there was more to Ambessa Medarda than just power, more to her than the commanding presence she projected to the world. Beneath the surface, there was something darker, more complex, something that resonated with you in a way you hadn’t expected.

You leaned back slightly, your tone softer now, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t know how it ends. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wonder… if you and I could find a way to work together after all of this.”

Ambessa’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a split second, the air between you two was thick with possibility. Then, she reached for her wine glass, her fingers brushing the edge delicately before taking another sip. Her gaze never wavered from yours.

“We’ll see, Commander,” she said quietly, her voice both challenging and inviting. “We’ll see.”

And with that, the night stretched on, the conversation continuing to unfold between you two like the unraveling of a carefully constructed puzzle, each word, each glance pulling you deeper into the web of intrigue she had woven around you.

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[alpacaradio]

There really is no excuse. Taken with much generosity, its constant discussion of transmisandry is coming from a place of hurt - but as soon as it's talking about trans women, you can immediately tell that OP has never really understood one.

I've never met a trans woman who hasn't grappled deeply with the expectations of masculinity on her and indeed often that very thing led her to identify her own womanhood. I found my own way to recognizing who I am through grappling with the expectations on me and how uncomfortable I was with them!

It was a role that I always implicitly rejected and was uncomfortable with. This story is so common I think it more likely than not you've heard it if you know even a single trans woman. To know many and not be deeply familiar with it seems ... almost impossible. I can only conclude that the OP hasn't really listened.

And in all of this, "if transmascs need to sit for hours and unlearn transmisogyny, fine. but" but nothing at all, because you clearly haven't done the work to put anything after that sentence making demands of a community. You're talking about us like you've done the work to really know and understand trans women, and you've even appealed to multiple evil tranny behaviors, behaviors I've literally never seen from any trans woman, to the point where I think the problem is mostly you.

It is so easy to see that so much of what is in genderqueerdyke's response is specific issues with specific trans women being projected onto an entire community, including so many things which are obviously a consequence of simply not listening to or refusing to believe us.

Yes! I know sex workers, too! Yes, our bodies are constantly fetishized for our maleness even though we are not male. And yes, there are clients who seek out trans women specifically seeing us as men. We're surrounded by chasers. What I find surprising is not that a sex worker you knew had clients who told her they were attracted to her for her maleness, but that you refused to believe her, because I'd say it's more likely than not that any trans woman who's ever done sex work has been told that very thing. But you refuse to believe the things women have told you, and so you put doubt on that part of our experience too. You had to make our lived experience sound impossible, so that describing our experiences sounds like bigotry rather than fact.

I'm so annoyed I popped into second person, but I do not really want to talk to it at all. I don't want it to talk to me or anyone else; I want it to stop talking about trans women entirely until it can fucking believe even one of us and not talk over us and decide our experiences for us.

Any time someone says, "I need to unlearn X? Fine, but" your hackles should be raised. This is someone that really should not be trying to speak about the community of trans women.

I guess this is something the community has generally known about Equinox, but damn, this isn't a mistake or something you can just apologize for; this is evidence of an entire way of thinking that underlies every rant I've ever seen about transmisandry. How am I supposed to believe any differently when I've only ever seen it post through all of this and never really actually grapple with it? How are we supposed to get "solidarity" when solidarity means putting up with the abuse of being bombarded with this belief system the moment we let our guard down? the moment we're comfortable with ourselves? @genderqueerdykes is not someone who can truly be in community with me, and I think not someone to feel comfortable around as a trans woman. If I were its friend I would hold my cards damn close to my chest.

Pretend you didn't see that.

This is a level of transmisogyny that is somewhat hard to comment on because the things that one would normally point out as transmisogynistic implications are said so brazenly that there can be no pretense about any of the involved parties being unaware of it. The authors know, the readers know, everybody understands that this is pure transmisogyny. There is no plausible deniability.

It's an attempt to establish proximity between transfems and cis manhood in every way possible. Their bodies, their histories, their "socialization", the way they are treated by others, the way they treat and view others, their ways of thinking, even their self-conception. Every aspect of their being is cast as essentially male. Transfems are being called "men" in all but name - and not just any "men", they are made into embodiments of the worst aspects of hegemonic manhood. Not just male socialized but continuing to benefit from male socialization. Not just engaging in abusive behaviors stemming from male socialization but being afforded the freedom to do so because they continue to be treated as men. (Suffice it to say that this does not align with reality)

This is unadulterated sex-essentialism and it's intentionally being used to delegitimize and devalue the standpoint of transfems in feminist discourses. It's clear that the author is projecting transmisogynist ideas onto transfems and simply assumes that these ideas must be correct without considering any alternative. (The fact that transfems do not internalize "male socialization" has been reiterated many times over and should not have to be continually reasserted. This is a baseline level of understanding that we should be able to expect and demand from members of our community.)

Misogyny is framed as being contained within the realms of sexed bodies and gendered socialization in such a way that it allows for the casting of transfems as people enacting misogyny without being primary targets themselves - like cis men.

The claim that the animosity some transfems exhibit towards men comes from wanting to "prove" their womanhood serves the double purpose of casting their womanhood as inauthentic and denying the misogyny they suffer at the hands of men. One would be hard pressed to find a more cruel mischaracterization of transfems' experiences than this.

The cynical misappropriation of the standpoint of the people this screed is directed at by the use of "we" despite making it abundantly clear that the behavior that is being criticized and its supposed causes exempt people such as the author from the possibility of engaging in it should also be noted as an attempt at weaponizing a compromised version of standpoint epistemology against transfems.

The only plausible target audience for this kind of rhetoric are those who carry extreme ressentiment towards transfems and are susceptible to softened formulations of TERF ideology. These are the same kinds of ideas that TERFs have tried to push into trans spaces numerous times, e.g. under names like "sex-conscious feminsim".

A formulaic "retreat" from this post consisting entirely of platitudes has been published after the author received backlash for it but nobody is under any obligation to accept it and they absolutely should not. A person who was very obviously attempting to promote TERF ideology in trans spaces and in the same stroke accused transfems of being uniquely prone to making false accusations is not trustworthy, even if that person backs down upon realizing that the reception is more uniformly negative than anticipated.

@genderqueerdykes @gateway-2000 is a transmisogynist, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Its entire worldview is permeated by transmisogynistic assumptions, ideas and biases at a fundamental level. It has straightforwardly expressed an understanding of transfems' interiorities, their experiences and their social positions that is so incorrect that one has to wonder how someone holding these views could have navigated trans communities for a considerable amount of time without encountering the many transfeminist rebuttals to all of its demagoguery. How could someone with even a passing level of familiarity with TERF ideology or "gender critical feminism" read and espouse these ideas without recognizing them? It's completely unthinkable. It's not unreasonable to assume that it simply misjudged the consensus within its audience as being sufficiently anti-transfeminist for ideas such as these to fall upon fertile ground and it is now going back to waiting until the time is ripe to reintroduce them and to expressing them in more subtle ways until then.

But you can't un-ring a bell.

We can and should assert boundaries against reactionaries engaging in obvious subversion such as this. Refusing to do so is a deleterious error in judgement. This is very far beyond the limits of what any trans community that wants to consider transfems a part of itself can be allowed to tolerate.

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Fight For Me - Part 3

masterlist! | Right Wing - Part 1 | The General - Part 2

synopsis: ellie never had anyone fight for her before, but hearing the way your teammates talk about you, she knows that maybe next time she won’t be alone

pairings: ellie williams x reader (no use of y/n)

The locker room was alive with the familiar buzz of post-practice exhaustion. The sharp scent of sweat and cooling gear filled the air, mingling with the low hum of chatter and the occasional burst of someone’s laughter. Ellie lingered by her locker, fingers absentmindedly unlacing her skates as she listened to the others talk. She was sure what she was waiting for—maybe an excuse to leave, maybe a reason to stay. 

She found her eyes drifting toward you. You were across the room, leaning against your locker, laughing at something Vi had said. Even now, after an absolutely grueling practice, after putting everyone through hell on the ice, you barely looked tired. 

Ellie scowled. How the hell did you do that? 

Dina, sitting on the bench beside her, nudged her shoulder. “You’ve been staring for like, five minutes, dude.” 

Ellie snapped her head toward her. “What? No, I haven’t.” 

Vi, overhearing, smirked. “Yeah, you have.” 

“Fuck off,” Ellie grumbled, yanking her laces free with more force than necessary. 

Caitlyn, ever the observant one, arched a brow. “What’s your deal with Cap, anyway?” 

Ellie hesitated. What was her deal? She hated you—or at least, she wanted to hate you. But the problem was, she didn’t actually know you. Not really. All she knew was what she saw on the ice: a player who was better than she, a captain who commanded absolute loyalty, a strategist who made the game bend to her will. 

So instead of answering the question, Ellie deflected. “What’s her deal?” 

Dina and Vi exchanged a glance. Abby, who had been rolling out her shoulder with a resistance band, snorted. “The General?” 

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I keep hearing that. Why is that her nickname?’

Caitlyn smirked. “Because this is her team. She commands it and she built it.” 

Ellie frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Dina leaned back against the lockers, arms crossed. “Before Cap, the team was good. Like, really good. But good doesn’t win championships. Good doesn’t push you past the point where you want to quit. She made us great.”

Vi nodded. “She doesn’t just play hockey—she sees it. Lives, breathes, and eats it, too. The way she reads the game, the way she moves the puck? It’s like she’s playing five steps ahead of everyone else. When we got here, she made this team into what it is now. She made it better.” 

Ellie frowned, absorbing their words. She thought back to every practice, every game replay she’s watched. It was true—you didn’t just play, you orchestrated. Like a general in a command room, you saw the ice as a battlefield and your team as an army. 

Caitlyn added, “She took this team from a solid contender to a fucking dynasty. Three straight conference championships, frozen four appearances, and if we play our cards right, we’re winning the whole thing this year.” 

Ellie raised a brow. “And you guys just… let her take charge like that?”

Vi laughed. “Let her? You don’t let Cap do anything. She just does it.” 

Dina grinned. “Day one, freshman year, it was me, her, and Vi. She showed up to practice and ran everyone into the ground. Our seniors thought they were gonna humble her. They didn’t.” 

Vi chuckled at the memory. “Yeah, I remember thinking, ‘no fucking way this rookie is that good.’ And then she smoked all of us in suicides, outworked everyone in frills, and by the end of the first week, we all knew. She would lead. Be something different.” 

Ellie’s stomach twisted. She had spent the last few weeks resenting you, trying to fight against the way you led this team, when really—you were the team. 

Dina glanced at Ellie, as if reading her thoughts. “Look, I get that you and Cap don’t exactly vibe, but if you actually listened to her, you’d realize she’s trying to make you better, too.” 

Ellie scoffed. “I don’t need her help.” 

Abby smirked. “That’s cute.”

Ellie glared. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

Vi leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “It means you’re playing checkers while she’s playing chess. She’s already figured out where you fit into this team. You just have to listen.” 

Ellie clenched her jaw, looking down at the skates discarded on the floor. The worst part? They were right, and she knew it. 

“Do any of you guys actually like her? As a friend?” Ellie questioned cautiously. 

Dina blinked at her like she had grown two heads. “Are you serious?” 

Vi let out a sharp laugh. “Ellie, she’s our fucking captain.”

”No shit,” Ellie muttered, rolling her eyes. “I mean besides hockey. Off the ice. Do you guys actually like her?” 

Caitlyn, who had been tying her sneakers, glanced up with a small smirk. “She’s intense as hell. Kind of a bitch, too.” 

“Super goal-oriented,” Abby added, stretching her shoulder with a wince. “Rides all of our asses like it’s her job.” 

Dina grinned. “Technically, it is her job.” 

Ellie felt something ugly twist in her chest. It was what she had been saying—you were too much. Too sharp, too demanding, too relentless. The perfect hockey player, maybe, but not someone anyone would actually—

Vi cut through her thoughts with a scoff. “But, yeah, dumbass. Of course we love her.” 

Ellie frowned. “Even though she’s—”

“A goddamn nightmare?” Caitlyn supplied. 

“A complete hardass?” Abby offered. 

“The most stubborn person alive?” Dina grinned. 

Vi leaned back on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s all of that, yeah. But she’s ours.” 

Ellie stared at them. 

Dina’s voice softened, losing its usual teasing edge. “She fights for us, Ellie. Tooth and fucking nail. She’s been the first one in our corner since day one, even when we didn’t ask her to be. She’s had our backs through every shit call, every bad game, every injury.” 

Caitlyn nodded. “When I blew out my knee last season, she stayed at the hospital with me all night. Coach didn’t even ask her to. I woke up, and she was just there.”

Vi smirked. “She cussed out a ref so bad in our freshman year that Coach had to physically drag her off the ice.” 

Abby grinned. “When Dina got concussed, she carried her off the ice herself.”

Ellie blinked. “That’s not legal.” 

Dina snorted, shaking her head. “Yeah, and she bitched the whole time about how heavy I was.” 

Vi smirked. “To be fair, you were dead weight. You kept trying to tell us you were fine while your eyes were rolling back in your head.” 

“I was fine,” Dina said indignantly. 

Abby rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t even count to five.” 

Dina waved a dismissive hand, then leaned back against her locker with a grin. “Honestly, that’s nothing. You wanna know how I really knew Cap had my back.” 

Ellie arched a brow. “Spill.” 

Dina’s grin widened. “I’m actually a teen mom.” 

Ellie choked on her own spit. “What?” 

Vi snickered. “Yup.” 

Dina look way too amused at Ellie’s stunned expression. “Had my kid with Jesse our senior of high school. Just happened to line up with the end of the season and then summer, which, you know, lucky timing and all.” 

Ellie blinked, trying to process. “You—” she gestured vaguely, still thrown, “—have a kid?” 

Dina nodded. “Little dude named JJ. He’s three and a half now.” 

Ellie had absolutely no idea what to do with this information. “And—you still play?”

”Obviously.” Dina said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “But BU almost tried to kick me off the team when they found out the little boy strapped to my soulmate’s chest was my kid mid-sophomore year.” 

Ellie frowned. “They can do that?” 

“They tried to,” Dina’s expression darkened slightly. “Tried to tell me I wouldn’t be able to keep up, that it’d be a distraction, that I needed to focus on my ‘future’—which, like, excuse me, this is my future.” 

Ellie’s stomach twisted. She could imagine it, the way schools and coaches could be—how quickly they’d turn their backs the second they decided you weren’t worth the trouble. “What happened?”

Dina smirked. “Cap happened.” 

Ellie blinked. “What?” 

Vi leaned forward, grinning. “Yeah, that was a fun day.” 

Dina laughed. “I thought she was gonna rip Coach’s head off. She stormed into his office and straight-up told him that if they kicked me off, she’d quit the team.” 

Ellie’s jaw nearly dropped. “She what?”

“Threatened to walk. No hesitation. Said she wouldn’t play for a school that didn’t have its players’ backs.” Dina’s voice was warm, fond. “And here’s the thing—this was right after we won our first conference championship. She was their golden girl, and they knew it. The idea of losing her scared them so much that they backed off.” 

Ellie was quiet for a moment, turning this over in her head. She’d spent weeks seeing you as this untouchable, ice-cold general who lived and breathed hockey, this was something else. 

What would Vermont have been like if she had someone like you to fight for her? Would they have still booted her at the first sign of real trouble?

Vi ran a hand through her short hair. “You think that’s bad? Try this one?” 

Dina smirked. “Smooth topic shift.”

Vi shot her a look but continued. “Middle of our sophomore year, I almost had to drop out.” 

Ellie’s brows furrowed. “What? Why?” 

Vi sighed, her fists clenching. “My little sister needed me. Money was tight—worse than usual. Our dad dropped dead out of nowhere, and if I wanted to keep her fed and taken care of, I had to pick up more hours at work, which meant I didn’t have much time for school, much less hockey.” She exhaled sharply. “So, I told Coach I was quitting.” 

Ellie blinked. “You were just gonna leave?”

Vi shrugged. “Didn’t feel like I had much of a choice at the time. But guess who didn’t let that happen?” 

Ellie didn’t even have to guess. “Captain Perfect stepped in.” 

Vi nodded. “She would not shut up about it. Helped me find grants, financial aid, hell, even some weird-ass booster program for ‘exceptional athletes in difficult circumstances’—which, yeah, that’s a mouthful, but it covered two-thirds of my tuition alone. She even bullied Coach into giving me a small stipend from the team budget.” Vi huffed out a laugh. “And when I was still being stubborn about it, she just showed up to my job one night, tossed an envelope of cash onto the counter, and told me to pay my goddamn bills.”

Ellie’s eyes widened. “Where the hell did she get the money?” 

Vi smirked. “Her own savings. Said she didn’t need it. Said ‘what’s the point of winning if we don’t all cross the finish line together?’” 

Ellie swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way it made her chest tighten, and the overwhelming guilt and jealousy she had for these girls. The Vermont captain was nothing like this—didn’t even fight for her even after they had played together for two years. And here you were paying Vi’s rent after a year and a half on the same team? Threatening your career just to keep Dina on the ice?

Caitlyn sighed. “I guess I’ll go next, then.” 

Ellie turned to her, and Caitlyn leaned against Vi with a small huff. “My mom didn’t want me to keep playing. Thought I wasn’t focused enough on my studies, that hockey was just a distraction.” 

Ellie frowned. “That’s ridiculous. You’re, like, insanely smart.” 

Caitlyn gave a humorless chuckle. “Didn’t matter. You’ve never met an asian mother on a mission. In her mind, I had to be better. She tried to pull me from the team.” 

Ellie clenched her fists to keep her hands from shaking. “What happened?” 

Caitlyn smiled slightly. “Our dear captain happened?” 

Dina grinned. “This was epic.” 

Caitlyn laughed. “She learned my mother’s language of numbers and statistics. Launched a full-scale campaign to convince my mother to let me stay. Had the entire team sign petitions. Brought in my academic record and class statistics to prove I wasn’t falling behind. Got Coach to sit down with her and explain how crucial I was to the lineup.” She exhaled, shaking her head. “She wouldn’t leave my poor mother alone.”

Ellie could picture it—your relentless determination, your refusal to let anything stand in the way of keeping your team together. 

“In the end,” Caitlyn said, “my mom gave in. She figured if I had a captain that determined to keep me on the team, I must be worth something.” 

Ellie didn’t know what to say to that. 

And then Abby sighed. “Alright. My turn.” 

Ellie glanced over. Abby had been quiet, listening, but now there was something hesitant in her expression. Ellie could feel the entire atmosphere in the room shift, as if everyone knew something she didn’t. Something bad. 

Abby took a breath. “Last year was rough for me.” 

Ellie didn’t move, didn’t respond, sensing the weight behind Abby’s words. 

“I had… a lot of pressure on me. To perform, to be the best, to live up to the expectations that came with being on her team.” Abby’s jaw tightened. “And I handled it like shit. Stopped eating right. Stopped resting. I thought if I just pushed harder, I’d b fine. But I wasn’t.” 

Ellie felt her chest tighten. “What happened.” 

Abby hesitated, then sighed. “I passed out. In the middle of practice.”

Ellie’s stomach dropped. 

“And Cap…” Abby exhaled, shaking her head. “She caught me. She was so pissed. But not in the way you’d think. She wasn’t mad at me at all—she was just mad at herself, like she was angry that she didn’t see it coming and felt like she should’ve.” 

Ellie swallowed hard. 

“When I was lucid—later that night—it was just me and her, and I totally broke down.” Ellie could see Abby blink back a tear from her eye quicker than it had showed up, immediately resuming her story. “I was so unhappy with myself. Unhappy with my body, with my performance, everything. I kept telling myself that I was fine, that I had it under control.” She huffed a humorless laugh. “And then, she just—looks at me. Really looks at me. And goes, ‘Abby, you need help.’”

Abby swallowed. “I tried to blow her off. But she didn’t let me. She got Coach involved. The team’s physical therapist. Even my dad. She forced me to go see a therapist. And I hated her for it at first.” 

Elli watched as Abby’s jaw clenched, but then her expression shifted, softened. 

“But she saved me.” Abby’s voice was quieter now. “She saved my career. Probably my life. And she never, ever made me feel weak for it. Just kept telling me that she needed me on her team. That we needed me on this team.” 

Silence settled over the room. 

Before Ellie could respond—before she could even process the weight of everything she’d just heard—the locker room door banged open. 

“Alright, dumbasses, listen up.” 

Ellie turned to see you stride in, a bag slung over your shoulder, your expression set in that signature no-nonsense look she was beginning to recognize. Without breaking stride, you reached into the bag and started tossing protein bars, apples, and electrolyte pouches at your teammates with the precision of someone who had done this a hundred times before. 

“You—” you pegged an apple at Dina, who caught it with a grin— “eat. You need more fresh fruits and vegetables in your diet.” 

Dina laughed. “Caught red-handed.” 

“You—” a protein bar smacked Vi in the chest— “drink some fucking water. if I see you cramping up in drills again, I’m making you run suicides.” 

Vi rolled her eyes but tore open the wrapper anyway. “Love you too, Cap.” 

“You—” you shoved an electrolyte pouch into Caitlyn’s hands— “I know you’re gonna be up late studying, so make sure you eat snacks. Also, I know you hate the cherry electrolyte pouch flavor, so I got you the blueberry.” 

Caitlyn gave you a smile, pocketing the packet. “You know me so well.” 

“And you—” you turned to Abby, softer now, pressing an apple into her hand instead of throwing it— “get some rest. No gym tonight.” 

Abby sighed but nodded. “Yeah, yeah.” 

Finally, your gaze landed on Ellie. For a moment, she thought you were going to skip her entirely, but then you tossed something her way. She barely caught it before looking down at her hands—a protein bar and an electrolyte pouch. 

“You looked like shit out there today,” you said bluntly. “Eat, sleep, and be ready to work in the morning.” 

Ellie bristled, instinctively wanting to push back, but then she caught the way the others were looking at you—like this was normal, like this was just how you were. Like this was caring. 

And then, for the first time, she saw the softness beneath the steel. 

This was you looking out for your team. This was you looking out for her. 

Ellie clenched her jaw, tearing open the protein bar just to give herself something to do. 

You nodded in approval before stepping back. “Everyone, get back to the dorms. Early morning practice tomorrow. I want all of you rested.” 

There were groans, but no one argued. They never did. You turned to leave, but just before you walked out the door, Ellie found herself calling after you. 

“Hey, Cap.” 

You paused, glancing over your shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah?” 

Ellie hesitated. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, just that she wanted to say something. Finally, she settled on, “you gonna get some rest too?” 

Something flickered in your eyes—surprise, maybe, or something else Ellie couldn’t quite name. Then, slowly, you smirked. 

“Worried about me, Williams?”

Ellie scoffed, stuffing the rest of the protein bar in her mouth just to avoid answering. 

You chuckled, shaking your head as you turned away. “See you at practice.” 

And then you were gone, leaving Ellie staring after you, a strange warmth settling in her chest. Shit. Maybe she didn’t hate you after all. 

——————-

The air in the Vermont locker room had been suffocating that night. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow over the silent team. Ellie sat at her locker, her fingers dripping the edge of the bench, knuckles white. The echoes of the final buzzer still rang in her ears, but it wasn’t the loss that made her sick—it was the fallout. 

No one was looking at her. 

Not her teammates. Not her coach. Not even her captain. 

Ellie swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump in her throat. She had given everything she had that night. Played her fucking heart out. And now—now they were throwing her to the wolves. 

She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. “That wasn’t fucking fair, and you all know it.” Her voice cracked, raw with frustration, but no one spoke up. 

No one defended her. 

Not after the ref’s bullshit call. Not after the fight broke out. Not after the other team’s defenseman got away with a dirty, knee-on-knee hit on Cat. 

Ellie had seen red. Had thrown off her gloves, grabbed the fucker by the collar, and put them on the ice before they could even blink. It was instinct, fueled by adrenaline and the absolute rage at seeing one of her only friends on the team taken out like that. 

But the refs didn’t care about that. They didn’t care about what had started it—only how it ended. And it ended with Ellie being ejected. 

Coach had gone ballistic. Not at the other team. Not at the refs. 

At her. 

By the time the team had shuffled into the locker room, defeated and exhausted, Coach had already made up his mind. 

“You’re done.” His voice had been cold. Detached. 

Ellie’s head snapped up. “What?” 

“You’re off the team, Williams.” 

Her stomach lurched. “Coach, I—”

“Save it.” He shook his head. “You’re reckless. A liability.” 

Ellie’s nails bit into her palms so hard she thought she might break the skin. “You’re seriously gonna kick me off over one fucking fight?” 

“One fight?” He scoffed. “This isn’t your first outburst, Williams. You don’t listen. You play with your emotions instead of your head. And tonight, you embarrassed this team.” 

Ellie looked around, desperate, searching for someone—anyone—to back her up. 

But all she saw were averted eyes. 

Cat was in the training room, still getting checked out, but everyone else was here. Her teammates, her captain. the people who were supposed to have her back. And yet, no one spoke. No one fucking said a thing. 

Her captain—Maddie—stood near the front, arms crossed over her chest, face unreadable. 

Ellie’s voice was hoarse when she spoke. “You’re just gonna let this happen?” 

Maddie didn’t look at her. 

Ellie’s stomach twisted. “Maddie.” 

Still, nothing. 

Ellie let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Fucking unreal.” 

Coach didn’t give her another glance. “Pack your stuff. You’re out.” 

And just like that, it was over. 

No fight. No argument. 

They let her go without a second thought. She was nothing to them. 

——

The drive back to the apartment was a blur. The world outside the window was streaked with rain, the streetlights glowing in smears of gold and white. Ellie could barely process it. One moment she had a team, a future, a fucking purpose—now? Now she had nothing. 

Joel was waiting for her when she stepped inside, fresh off a late-night flight in from Jackson. She was drenched from the rain, her bag slung over her shoulder like dead weight. 

He took one look at her face and sighed. “Kid.” 

Ellie dropped her bag and collapsed onto the couch, rubbing a hand down her face. “Don’t.” 

Joel ignored her, stepping closer. “What happened?” 

Ellie didn’t answer at first. Couldn’t. Her throat felt tight, her chest even tighter. 

Joel sat beside her, silent, waiting. He was patient when he was waiting for her to be ready to talk. Always had been. 

Finally, Ellie exhaled, voice hollow. “They kicked me off the team.” 

Joel was quiet for a long moment. Then— “They what?” 

Ellie let out a humorless laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Coach said I was a liability. No one fought for me. Not even Maddie.” 

Joel’s jaw clenched. “That’s bullshit.” 

“Yeah,” Ellie muttered. “Tell that to them.” 

Joel was silent again, but this time, Ellie could feel the anger rolling off of him. He’d always had her back—always fought for her, even when she didn’t deserve it. And now, when she needed someone the most, he was the only one standing in her corner. 

Not her teammates, not her captain, just Joel. 

The thought made her sick. She had fought for that team. Bled for them. And they let her go without a word. 

Joel exhaled sharply. “You’re not done, kiddo.” 

Ellie scoffed. “Uh, pretty sure I am. No team, no scholarship, no—”

Joel cut her off. “You’re not done.” His voice was firm. Certain. “There’s still time to transfer. I’ll make some calls.” 

Ellie shook her head. “No one’s gonna want me.” 

Joel’s eyes darkened. “Boston will.” 

Ellie frowned. “BU?” 

“I know the coach—he owes me for something I did ages ago. They’re always looking for talent. And you, kid, are damn good. You just need someone who gives a shit.”

Ellie hesitated. The thought of starting over again—of going through another season of proving herself, of fighting for a spot she didn’t even know she wanted anymore—was exhausting.

But what other choice did she have?

Joel leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “My Ellie wouldn’t quit over something like this. I know you.”

Ellie clenched her jaw, staring down at her hands. 

She wasn’t sure if she had it in her to fight anymore. But Joel—he had enough fight for the both of them, and she just had to hope that was enough. 

———

Now, sitting in the BU locker room, listening to her new team talk about you—how you fought for them, how you never let them fall without being there to pick them back up—Ellie couldn’t help but wonder…

What if Maddie had fought for her the way you’d fought for Dina or Vi?

What if someone had stood up for her like you did for Caitlyn, had given a shit beyond just what she could do for the team like you had for Abby? 

Would she have still ended up here? 

Would it have still felt like she was completely alone? 

Because even now, surrounded by her new teammates, part of something bigger—she still felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Waiting for them to decide she wasn’t worth it. 

Waiting to be left behind. 

But then—you tossed a protein bar into her lap, your voice breaking through her thoughts. “You looked like shit out there today. Eat, sleep, and be ready to work in the morning.” 

Ellie blinked, looking down at the bar in her hands. When she looked back up, you were watching her, expression unreadable. 

And for the first time in a long time, Ellie felt something unfamiliar settle in her chest. 

Hope. Hope that maybe, this time would be different. Hope that if push came to shove, she wouldn’t be alone on the ice with a chasm between her and her teammates. 

Hope that you would toss a rope bridge over the break and hold her hand as she crossed, and fight for her the way no one else had. 

This is part three of a multipart series!

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[drdemonprince]

A personal dilemma about dealing with mental health without calling 911: My ex wife is trying to give me her cat and that’s a pretty good indication to me and others that she’s going to attempt suicide (in the past she has said this to me and others). Her actions towards me have been abusive (I have not been an angel to her for the record) so I have been trying to go no contact (but she continues emailing me). I don’t think connecting with her would be good for her even if I wanted to because she’s so fragile that any boundary I try to draw could set her off. She’s pushed away all the friends that I knew. I’ve gotten my mom to reach out to her (my mom is long distance). I’m considering messaging her parents (local) but they have a strained relationship due to her transness and have a very limited perspective on mental health (first generation immigrant things). Is there anything else I can do that you can think of? I feel like there’s nothing I can do, like I’m doing nothing, if something happens and I did nothing I don’t know how I’ll be okay

Sorry if this is too much to dump on a stranger, I will survive if this one gets deleted

Forgive me for repeating myself on this here, but when an abusive partner threatens suicide, you should treat this as a threat to your own well-being first and foremost, and take the steps necessary to keep yourself safe.

Your ex has previously indicated to you that if she were ever to give away her cat, that this would be a huge red flag that she was on the verge of suicide. She knows that you know this, and so she is the very least aware what kind of impact that her actions right now will have on you.

We can view this both as an credible intention to commit suicide, and as a threat that can potentially bait you into making contact with her or otherwise violating your boundaries as a survivor of her abuse. These two things can be true simultaneously and equally.

And unfortunately, when someone who has committed domestic abuse becomes suicidal they do fairly often aggress against their partners or former partners, or try to take them down with them. You should not by any means make direct contact with your abuser, definitely not in person. Whether she is deeply in crisis, attempting to manipulate you into granting her greater access to you, or very likely both, there is no way in which making contact plays out well for you.

I am glad to hear that you seem to be fully aware of this yourself; the fact that you're afraid that she might kill herself because of you setting any boundaries at all is fucking chilling. That really says it all about how volatile she is and how likely she is to attempt to "punish" you for standing up for yourself by harming herself and leaving you with a lifetime of guilt. I am so sorry you had an endure this kind of manipulation and terrorization.

I do not think that you have any reason to call the cops or the psychiatrists on your ex here. We all know the outcomes for people experiencing mental health emergencies when confronted with the police are dire. The odds are just as great that they might kill her or forcibly institutionalize her in a way that makes her more suicidal than that they might help her. You are not being negligent for failing to sic authorities on her. By not involving the police you very well could prevent her from enduring harm, and either way, you are allowing her to make decisions on her own terms.

It sounds like bringing her parents into the picture would not necessarily make things better, and that if anything they might call the cops. I would weigh what you know about them and the situation before making a decision on that front.

You mentioned that she is no longer close with any of the friends of hers that you knew, but perhaps you can contact some of them and just make them aware of the situation, and they can decide whether they are available to support her in some way. At the very least, you may be able to find someone who's willing to come by her house and check on her. Think about any other associates she might be on decent terms with, whether that's from school or work or some shared community space, and you can let them know the situation as well.

Ultimately she does have the right to kill herself if that's what she wants to do, and as horrifying as it might be for you, it is not your fault. You are not in control over what happens here. You have never been in control, she was abusing you and she is continuing to send you upsetting and terrifying messages that make you feel powerless and scared.

I understand that of course you want to do everything in your power to prevent a person you loved from killing themselves, but as someone who has been there and has had their abuser in fact kill themselves, it is truly out of your hands, and what is most important is that you don't wind up pulled back into their web.

[goldfades]

More controversially young girlfriend x sidney please I beg 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 my fave thing on tumblr rn

Sidney was a lot of things.

Disciplined. Respected. A goddamn adult man with a fully formed brain and a career built on structure.

And yet.

Yet, when it came to you?

He had nothing. No defenses, no strategy, no self-preservation instincts. Nothing except the overwhelming, all-consuming, slightly humiliating urge to make you happy.

And it wasn’t just that you were gorgeous—though, obviously, that was a problem in itself. You had this effortless, natural beauty that made his head spin, sure. But it went so much deeper than that.

It was the way you looked at him. With amusement, with curiosity, with something warm and open and unfiltered. Like he was just Sid—not Sidney Crosby, not the face of a franchise, not a legacy—just your Sid.

It was the way you laughed—loud, unrestrained, with your whole damn body. You were playful, always ready with a joke, always willing to poke at him, never afraid to give him shit when he needed it.

And it was the way you felt beside him, your energy all light and easy, like you could take anything serious and make it a little less heavy.

You made him feel young in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with age.

Not young in the reckless, careless way of twenty-something athletes who had too much money and not enough foresight. No, you made him feel young in a way that was alive. In a way that reminded him that life wasn’t just training schedules and game film and calculated, responsible decisions.

And that was the real reason he couldn’t say no to you.

Because the world saw you as his young, spoiled girlfriend, the girl with the wide eyes and the expensive bags, the one they thought had him wrapped around her finger with a pretty pout and a bat of her lashes.

And, okay—fine. You did have him wrapped around your finger.

But not just because you were pretty.

Because you made him happy.

And Sidney, for all his discipline, for all his control—Sidney liked being happy.

Which was why, despite knowing better, despite all logic and self-restraint, he found himself in the same situation over and over again.

Like right now.

"You are not pouting at me right now," he said, watching you with a raised brow.

You blinked up at him, so falsely innocent it was insulting. "Pouting?" you echoed. "Me?"

Sid gave you a look. "Yes. You. The pout. The eyes. The whole act you’re putting on."

You gasped dramatically. "Are you saying my feelings aren’t genuine?"

"I’m saying," he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that we both know exactly how this ends, and you are still going through the motions like I have even a fraction of a spine when it comes to you."

Your lips twitched, and he knew—knew—you were thriving off this.

"So," you said sweetly, stepping closer, tilting your head up at him, "*what I’m hearing is… you’re gonna get me the bag?"

Sid sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. "God, I’m a fool."

"You’re a very generous fool," you corrected, standing on your toes to press a quick, teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. "My favorite kind."

Sid muttered something about being so whipped it was embarrassing as he pulled out his phone, already texting his assistant to make the purchase happen.

And then, before he even hit send—

"Wait!" you gasped, grabbing his wrist. "Oh my God!"

He stilled, immediately on alert, brow furrowing. "What? What happened?"

You placed a hand over your chest, eyes wide and serious. "I think I just realized—"

Sid’s heart actually skipped a beat. "What? What is it?"

You squeezed his wrist. "I might need the matching wallet, too."

Sid groaned, head tilting back as you cackled. "I hate you."

"Liar," you grinned, nuzzling into his chest. "You love me."

And—yeah. Yeah, he did. Like a damn fool.

And Sidney wasn’t proud of how easily he folded for you. But in his defense, you made it really, really hard to say no.

So, of course, despite all his grumbling, despite rolling his eyes and pretending to put up a fight, the second you started up with that sweet, pleading voice and those ridiculously big, unfairly pretty eyes—he caved. Like he always did.

Which was why, less than a day after your little performance, a sleek black shopping bag from Chanel was sitting on the kitchen counter, filled with the bag you wanted (and the matching wallet, because he was so far gone it was pathetic).

And the second you saw it?

"Oh my God," you gasped, dropping your phone onto the couch as you all but floated toward the counter, eyes shining like you just saw heaven itself. "Baby, no way—"

Sidney, already leaning against the counter with a lazy smirk, shrugged. "You really didn’t think I was gonna get it?"

You turned to him, clutching the bag to your chest dramatically. "I hoped," you sighed, "I dreamed—"

Sid chuckled, shaking his head. "Unreal."

But before he could get another word in, you were launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, peppering his face with quick, giddy kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you murmured between kisses, your happiness so damn pure that Sidney actually felt something in his chest clench.

This was the part he could never prepare for.

Yeah, he liked spoiling you. Liked making you happy. But the way you reacted? The way you never took it for granted, the way you always lit up, always made it feel like the best thing in the world? That was what got him.

You pulled back slightly, your nose brushing his, voice softer now. "I love you."

And just like that, he knew.

Knew he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

But, of course, he couldn’t let you off that easy.

"Wow," he hummed, lips twitching. "Now you love me?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Shut up."

Sid laughed, his grip tightening around your waist. "You weren’t saying that when you were trying to manipulate me yesterday—"

"Manipulate?" you repeated, scandalized.

"—with your little pout and those fake sad eyes—"

"FAKE?!"

"—and now that you’ve got your bag, it’s all ‘I love you’—"

"Sidney Crosby, you take that back this instant," you demanded, poking his chest.

"Mmm, I don’t know," he mused, enjoying this way too much now. "Maybe I should return it. Can you even appreciate something if you got it through emotional deception?"

Your jaw dropped.

"You are so dramatic," you muttered, pulling away, clutching your bag tighter like you thought he’d actually take it from you.

Sid grinned, tilting his head. "You gonna pout again?"

You glared. "You are the worst."

"And yet," he smirked, leaning down, voice dropping to a low murmur against your lips, "you love me."

You exhaled sharply, your resolve cracking. "Unfortunately."

Sid chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the couch. "C’mon, princess. Let’s see what other trouble you can get me into."

And just like that, the cycle would start all over again.

[theemporium]

What about a blurb where John surprises Candy on first Valentine’s Day as a couple and her being a bit emotional and both just being super mushy and happy?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Valentine’s Day was one of your favourite holidays, always had been and probably always would be.

Not necessarily for the couples’ aspect of the holiday, but just in general. You loved the colours and the aesthetics and the hint of love constantly in the air through those early days in February. You had always liked dressing up, adding pops of colour and brightness wherever you could. Valentine’s Day gave you the perfect excuse. 

You hadn’t expected this year to be much different from previous years. As gimmicky as you found most of the traditions, it had become a beloved tradition for you to hand each of the Devils a rose. They knew it was coming, they all grinned when you handed it to them. It was wholesome and sweet and, other than the roses, it was like every other day. 

Except, you hadn’t heard from John at all that morning, he was already gone when you had woken up. 

And if you were being completely honest, it didn’t even cross your mind that he was planning something because that wasn’t John. He didn’t feed into the gimmicks and traditions and customs. At most, you thought he would say ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ back when you gave him his rose and a peck on his lips. 

You didn’t realise how wrong you were until you got a message from John to meet him in a restaurant in downtown Hoboken. 

The place looked shut from the outside and, for a short moment, you wondered if you had the wrong place.

But then you had opened the door and took in the sight in front of you and realised you were very much in the right place.

You could barely find it in yourself to say anything as your eyes darted around the empty restaurant: from the rose petals on the floor to the candles lighting the room, to the music softly playing from the speakers to John standing a few feet away at a table, suited up and holding a bouquet of flowers—your favourite flowers, not basic red roses. 

“Johnny,” you whispered when you finally found your voice, shaking your head in disbelief as you slowly made your way towards him.

“I think I’ve ticked off every Valentine’s cliche google could offer,” he joked, playful in a way that made his lips twitch upwards a little as he offered his other hand to you. 

“You didn’t need to do all this,” you said, intertwining your fingers and tucking yourself against him, your eyes still wandering around the restaurant in disbelief.

“Yeah but my girl deserves it,” John stated like it was a simple fact of life. “This isn’t my kind of thing, but it’s yours. And my thing is making you happy.”

“Sap,” you said fondly, tilting your head up to look up at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Johnny.”

He smiled back at you. “Happy Valentine’s day, Candy.”

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 143 (The Wedding Reception)

After the newlyweds and their guests posed for photos, they had just enough remaining light to mingle before the caterers - Suri and her grandmother, Clara Bjergsen - put out the food. With permission, Ash raced into the spiral maze to take a selfie with Sophie the Snail, searching for treasures in the ferns beneath the carved stone slug.

What he found looked confusing - like a mint green box with a circle of numbers wearing earmuffs, and Ash raced back to ask his family what it was. "I think it could be a telephone," Heather guessed. "They used to be plugged into walls."

Felix smiled. "I haven't seen one of those for at least sixty years! It's a rotary dial phone. You dial the number by spinning the wheel. But people used to think this took too much time, so they invented phones with buttons and speed dials, and these fell out of use."

Ash was enthralled by what Felix knew of history. "Will it still work?"

"I don't think so. Most landlines have been discontinued because everyone uses mobile phones these days."

Ash glanced eagerly at Heather and Conrad. "Can I still keep it? It looks so cool!"

Heather smiled. "Of course you can. That's how Sophie the Snail works. Leave something for someone else to find, and whatever you find yourself is yours to keep!"

Curious Conrad looked at the old fashioned phone. "I wonder who left it there."

"Do you think it was the time traveler Emit Relevart is looking for?"

Heather shrugged. "I looked him up online after we saw the report on Simlandia National, but I didn't find out anything they weren't already reporting on the news. He loves science and technology, believes in time travel, and has blue hair."

Felix and Lilith perked up as Lavender called her mother's attention. "You saw the news report, too? I've been trying to convince Felix to take a detour to Willow Creek on our way back to Britechester to see if we can find him."

The former ghost smiled at his beloved. "After everything with Ash in Sulani, you still want to jump through time? I've told you the past wasn't nearly as wonderful as the present."

"Right, but you said it wasn't as wonderful because I wasn't there. My podcast would blow up if I could talk about what it's like to time travel! But more than the podcast, I want to see things you've seen, with you, and I bet a time traveler could help us!"

Though less enthusiastic, Felix took seriously his responsibility to make Lilith happy. Love like this was exactly what he'd stuck around for, waiting for his chance to live again. "It would be a dream to walk miles of old streets with you, Lil. We'll go to Willow Creek, find this 'Emit,' and we'll see what he knows about the future."

To make it to Willow Creek and home to Britechester before too late, Felix and Lilith left soon after food was served. Kris also returned early to San Myshuno with Betta when the four-year-old grew tired and cranky, but there were still plenty of loved ones left to enjoy the buffet-style spread, including fruit-decorated cupcakes instead of a cake, just like Lavender had requested.

They were grateful to Suri and her grandmother for providing such wonderful food. Conrad even gave Suri a huge amount of money autonomously (all of it wtf?! At least we have a money tree), calling it an investment into her takeover of the Salty Paw, and her hope to turn it from a dive bar to a slightly more upscale licensed cafe.

"I can't believe you and Heather would do that for me," said Suri with a smile and warm embrace for the groom. "My catering rates are a lot lower than this!"

"You're a great chef and we believe in your ideas. Hazel loves you, and Heather and I believe in your plans for the Salty Paw. Just try not to lose that smell about the place. We'll miss it if you really clean it up."

Suri laughed. "You're in luck. I don't think that smell would disappear even if I tore down every single wall and built from the ground up."

Heather spent extra time catching up with her sister Holly, who she hadn't spent meaningful time with since the winter holidays. "Life is busy in the city with Kris and two busy girls, but that's nothing compared to what you've been through lately."

"I really think Ash has been okay since it happened, but we're going to take him to a counselor, regardless. He has a lot of questions about everything, but he really seems like himself."

"But how are you doing? Your son was kidnapped!"

"Honestly? As long as I remind myself he's okay, I don't beat myself up with guilt. But sometimes I watch him sleep just to make sure he's still there. Conrad wants to put a sofa in his bedroom so I get enough rest for the baby."

"And his ex is definitely going to prison?"

Heather nodded. "She's not getting a jury trial and Rafa gave up details on several unsolved cases, plus the whereabouts of some weapons stockpiles around the city, so Felix is fairly confident he'll get his sentence down to a year, at most, because he was a minor for most of the stuff he's wanted for."

"He killed all those men; aren't you worried he's dangerous?"

Heather shook her head. "I used to be, but I met him. And after everything he's done, I'd trust him with my own life. We would have wanted him here for the wedding if he wasn't in custody."

As the night wore on, guests ate and chatted while Lavender occupied her doting grandparents' attention, and Heather finally found a moment to chat with Mortimer about her recent trip to Selvadorada. She'd been meaning to ask him about the medallion she and Spencer had seen at the museum, inscribed with a message from Malcolm A. Landgraab to Lady Victorine Goth, but she'd been so busy since her return.

"Lady Ravendancer was my great-great-grandmother," admitted Mortimer, his brow creased in thought. "Family rumours of her infidelity to my great-great-grandfather, Lord Samuel Goth, have carried for over a century, but the medallion would be the first piece of evidence to support it."

The writer smiled to himself as he considered the historical discoveries he might find - a dramatic story of betrayal and spellcaster magic, if they were lucky. "If my great-great-grandmother had an affair with a Landgraab, it could explain how the families became such fierce rivals in business. The Landgraabs wanted to settle the west, but the Goths wouldn't let them do it alone."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the old pirate's curse you told me about?"

Mortimer shot her a look of sympathy. "It might. I should make a trip out to visit the family archives in Willow Creek; it might give more insight into this medallion in the jungle."

She thanked him as the moon came out above the trees. Lavender curled into a ball to nap on the benches near her sleepy Aunt Hazel and Uncle River - it had been a long day and was now well past her bedtime - and the guests slowly began to wish the newlyweds well and head home. Ash made his way to the treehouse to play, changing into warmer attire as a sign the wedding festivities were drawing to a close.

Heather and Conrad had no time for a honeymoon and returned to their busy lives in Brindleton Bay, but they would cherish the memories made today for the rest of their lives. ->

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NOTE: And that's it! Conther is married!! I realize this reception was a lot of just letting sims do autonomous things and didn't have any photogenic traditions like first dances and cake-cutting, but letting sims be sims gives surprising plot sometimes! It led to Conrad and Heather giving money to Suri "to invest in her upscale cafe," which I didn't plan for but it's indicative of how supportive this legacy family is, and they've accepted Suri despite the scandalous start to her relationship with Hazel, so I liked it! (After getting over the initial shock of having zero simoleons out of nowhere! This autonomous interaction is always such a jump scare, like 'where is all my money?!' 😂)

I also got to send Ash for a selfie with Sophie, to mirror the one his mother took at the statue in childhood because someone (I think @pixeldistractions? I'm sorry if I'm misremembering!) suggested making it tradition, while also tying it in to the Blast From the Past event. No he didn't really find the phone under there as part of the quests but since it's a common hiding place for some exciting things, I had to pretend he did. He really found some snowdrops, which is cool because winter just ended for the next 16 years! Nonetheless, he'll hold on to them, because my sims hoard things in their inventories like mad, just in case I can use them later.

[s0phslibrary]

˚✧⁺˳༚ Bakugou x reader; platonic/best friends edition !! ˚✧⁺˳༚

my personal headcanons on what it would be like to be best friends with him (this is also inspired by us in my MHA DR, based on backstory and how i imagine it'll go!)

content tidbits: strictly platonic bond (aroace bakugou and aroace reader implied) 2-A era, following the plot but not the full on war, swearing, gender neutral reader but some possible fem leaning attributes mentioned at a point (makeup), fairly headstrong but also introverted reader, physical affection, maybe ooc bkg?, brief mention of death/injury, sliver of angst?, lots of fluff and comfort and attentive katsuki. also not rly proofread.

word count: 1.2k :p

A/N: I LOVE HIMMM :((( shifting to be his best friend is going to be so lovely. he's so angel.

how your bond started and grew !

so lets say y'all met at the start of your UA years, were seated next to each other. he was being his pissy lil 15 year old self, sitting on the table, yelling, average cunt attitude. you sat next to him, and eventually told him to stfu. naturally, that both irked and surprised him because nobody had really ever done so. but it somehow drew him in.

over the next few months, a 'tolerance', in his words, formed. but it was in fact friendship, he just didn't want to admit so (emotionally constipated ass)

he'd pick you first in sparring, knowing your strength and agility would work into his (because let's face it, at this point he still would have a complex of not wanting to be around anyone 'weak').

more time goes on, and there's a bit more opening up between the two of you. more on your side, but he tries. you see sides of each other you didn’t know were there, but it only elevates reason for your mutual admiration and respect.

moving into the dorms was a big plus for you both. you had more time to talk, hang out, and train. yes, people suspected smth more was going on, which was fucking annoying. but you both knew there was no romance in things. you just genuinely like each other's company

the actual headcanons lolol:

it took a while to get to it, but physical affection doesn’t go left out in your friendship. this is one of the main reasons people think you're together, but you both see it with the fact that intimacy doesn’t need to be more than just general feelings of closeness. yes, he complains when you use him as a human heater or pillow. but you don't miss how he buries his face into you, at last letting himself relax. he feels safe with you, and probably only you to do so. you might cuddle in your dorms after a long school day, rest on each other on the bus, hold hands when anxious. anything small or specifically by preference.

you are not of exception to is bullshit and remarks, i'd like to preface. but he does make an effort to remember any boundaries or triggers you have. your friendship holds a lot of value to him, and he would not want to cause any dents. and if he does, he waits, gives space, then it's talked out.

taking down villains is one of y'all's favourite hobbies LMAOOO. if you're his friend, you can match his energy and speed. the shit eating grins you both share when admiring your handy work (beat to shit villain) don't go unnoticed by classmates or teachers.

he teaches you to cook better! you maybe already could, but his teaching also comes from a place of care. cooking and eating good keeps you going, in his eyes at least. but you also both go out for food a lot. and don't think he hasn't forcefully built your spice tolerance.

you either bond over fandoms or get each other into them. which is dangerous if you are also a collector. maximalism fears you two. but it also helps with conversation. he was izuku's childhood bsf, TRUST the bitch knows how to ramble.

he is not only loyal, but extremely fucking observant. to the point he can read you cover to cover. whether it's your mood, a habit/stim/tic you have, what makes you laugh, what your favourite song is at the moment- he knows you in a way that signs his devotion to you and the dedication he has to your friendship.

he has a specific level of trust in you, especially after opening himself up to you in terms of who he is behind his crass and crude demeanour, and his thoughts/experiences. he wants you both to feel like you never have to fear expressing yourselves when it's only you two.

y'alls most common hang outs would be: cooking, watching shitty reality shows and mocking the people in them, movie nights, training/sparring, cooking, studying, going on walks/hikes, and concerts.

he just picks you up for some reason? off the ground?? zero explanation?? sometimes just walks around holding u like a bag????

if you ever bicker, it goes on for so. fucking. long. everyone in the class A dorms is TIRED. but you both can't help but crack grins during it, because you actually enjoy seeing how creative you can get.

DEEP !! CONVERSATIONS!!! we've seen him go to bed at 8pm in the series, but i don’t actually think he sleeps then. you've shared many times where either of u couldn’t sleep and texted each other to come over to one of your dorms, and didn't get to sleep til 3 because of your yap session. it could start as just gossiping or ranting, but then it could get to what you think comes after death or some shit 🧌 or your fears, and why they're fears to begin with. but you both soon drift off, and scramble to get ready the next day LOLL

he very begrudgingly let you do his makeup one day, and from there decided to start wearing eyeliner! he wanted to for a while (emo) but only started when seeing himself with it boosted his confidence :))

at some point, you get matching piercings and/or tattoos. he made fun of you for being nervous but almost shat himself when he got his tongue pierced. as for tattoos, i see you both getting an explosion, and also something related to your quirk as well. small but easy to spot, like a badge of pride.

he is clingy. he ain't ever gonna admit it, but he is in fact a koala at points. but it's for the reason he finally found a person who's company and presence doesn’t require him to be on guard of snap. you have a level of patience with him, and that means more than he can show or say.

speaking of showing and saying, he's often gifting you small trinkets or things related to things you like :) also making you meals when you're down, even if it's that 'shitty unhealthy crap you always want'. seeing you smile is important to him. so is knowing you're okay.

would probably freak if you got injured badly. he finally found someone who gets him, and who's his number 1 when things get hard, and the thought of you being in pain or losing you makes his stomach hurt. but if it's not severe, he'll be there to attend to you if you don't go to Recovery Girl.

you will have either a shared agency or agencies close in location/affiliation when you become pro's. no matter rankings or ratings, you will cheer each other on and offer support whenever you can. not even climbing to the top will separate you from each other. also if it's your choices, you go on a LOT of missions together.

he genuinely loves you sm it's so sweet :( <333 he won’t say it often, but showing it though quality time, a gift, or acts of service, is a common occurrence. it's a mutual love language to look out for each other and always be there for each other if it's accessible. you're his platonic soulmate, even though he'd rather drink piss than say so. he might not want to spend his life with someone tied down, but you're a placement he's willing to maintain.

[oneirataxia-haechan]

They get jealous of another member

Pairing: Enhypen hyung line x reader best friend Genre: Some angst with much fluff, and jealousy ofc Authors note: Reader is on the tall side for Jake's

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Heeseung

Jealous of Sunoo

Sunoo is your literal sunshine. All of Enhypen knows this, even Sunoo himself. You always give everyone compliments on performances wheather it be on stage, EN-O’CLOCK or even just aeygo in general. Overall, these praises are always pretty equal among the boys. If Sunoo happens to recieve a few more than the rest of the boys, it’s usually not a problem because they know how much you adore him. It has never come up that any of the boys get jealous of Sunoo until you overheard Niki talking about an issue with Sunghoon.

“Have you noticed Heeseung being jealous of Sunoo recently?” Sunghoon questioned the maknae.

“Yeah, he seems to be trying extra hard to be cute in front of Y/n.” Was all you got as you passed by them. You decided to speak with Heeseung when you could. 

Before you got the chance, of course it was Sunoo’s turn for his solo shoot. Heeseung sat with you, hoping to hear the things you were saying about Sunoo, so he could try and get the same comments when it was his turn. After he was done Heeseung was up and he was being a try hard, everyone could easily tell. You were laughing with the younger members about something that Sunoo did during his shooting. Heeseung and his overthinking assuming you were all laughing at him. He then got very serious while finishing his solo shots. You were shouting different things, but he felt that the amount increased only when he was serious, compared to him acting cute. Things like ‘Heeseung is so handsome!’ ’The oldest member but looks so young!’ ‘Wow he can do serious so well, I’m impressed!’ 

Typically he’d melt over these compliments but today they felt condesening. Heeseung just couldn’t understand why you were no longer complimenting him on anything cute or fun he does like you used to. Not to say you never did, but it was definetly more of a every now and then, rather than frequently like you do for the rest of the boys. You truly didn’t think of it bothering him, especially since he was still recieving praises from you. Once he was done he came over to all of you and asked how you thought he did, answering honestly you stated.

“You were very handsome and had amazing model poses!” Hearing this he could only sigh and walk away.

You gave the boys a weird look of confusion not understanding what you did wrong at the moment. You were about to follow him when Niki stopped you.

“Give him a minute before you go talk to him, okay?” You knew he was probably right so you nodded and waited a second as the overthinking beginning. You were truly so worried that he was so upset he might not even want to speak to you, but you have to try. After you gave him a few minutes you then went to see where his energy randomly ran off to, hoping it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he was just a bit tired, right? Maybe you overheard Niki and Sunghoon incorrectly?

“Heeseung?” You said softly behind him, putting your hand on his shoulder as he turned toward you.

“Yes? Are you here to tell me how handsome I am again? Well I don’t care.” You were a bit thrown off by the words that left his mouth especially the ‘I don’t care’ part. His tone was very bitter as well, but it sounded more hurt rather than trying to chastise you.

“You don’t care about my compliments? Maybe I’ll just keep them to myself anyways.” You were really over his weird mood recently, specifically for today. Not wanting to come off rude didn’t work, feeling a bit perturbed by his response.

“That’s not-“ He cut himself off, immediately being slapped with guilt, then began again. 

“Do you think I’m cute?” He questioned, looking at your shoes in embarrassment. His voice so soft you almost needed to ask him to repeat himself. This caused you to laugh at the unexpected question. He looked defeated watching you laugh in response.

“Forget I-“ He said as you cut him off this time.

“When did I ever say you weren’t cute?” Heeseung stood there for a second, having not antisipated for this question from you.

“You just never really say anything about me being or acting cute like you do the other boys.” You tilted your head as you lifted his chin making sure he was looking in your eyes.

“Is this about the comments I make towards Sunoo?” He was completely silent and looked down again.

“Lee Heeseung.” His head immediatley shot up, looking you in the eyes, still not seeming like he was going to answer.

“Fine act like a jealous baby, but just so you know Sunoo told me he gets jealous of me calling you handsome and praising your seriousness.” He immediately smirked.

“Really..?” You laughed lightly with relief.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to work on making the comments more equal. Obviously that hasn’t been working well for me recently.” He pulled you in for an apologetic hug knowing he should just appreciate you and your comments in general. 

Jay

Jealous of Sunghoon

Sunghoon was so excited to be going skating with you and the boys. It wasn’t ice skating but any skating will do I guess. You had talked with him on the way there about how bad you were at skating and how you’ve tried before, with no luck. Jay would bud into the conversation saying he was also not very good and knew nothing really. Sunghoon could only laugh at you both, saying he’d try and help you when we got there. Once you guys arrived you all got your skates on and began trying to skate. You were hugging the wall with Niki, Jay, and Jake. Sunghoon decided to come over and help you first, holding onto your hands, instructing you with tips to make it easier for you to pick up. You were doing really well so he let go of your hands. You made it about 5 feet before almost falling, Sunghoon catching you in his arms. Jay saw laughing at you, but quickly stopped when he realized you were in Sunghoon’s arms. This closeness was not a new sight, but something about seeing you both so close today, sparked some jealousy. Sunghoon then decided it was a good time to leave you after a few more laps with his assistance. He went over to Jay to help him out like he did for you. You stayed close to them just in case you needed help, but you also wanted to see Jay best you could. He would crack some jokes, which would usually having your stomach hurting, but you were too distracted by Sunghoon. Watching him skate was so breathtaking, but watching him teach just made your heart smile. At one point Sunghoon let go of Jay which went well for around 1 lap by himself. Then Jay noticed you staring at Sunghoon again. This caused him to stumble and fall, everyone noticing as an instructor came to his rescue. As he was getting back up he had noticed you laughing at him when usually you’d come check on him. He loved making you laugh but he felt like you were too in awh of Sunghoon to care. He felt like you were laughing at him, making fun of him. Coming from you specifically, this hurt him in a new place. Shortly after he left the floor to sit down something happened, causing Sunghoon to fall. You made your way over to him to make sure he was okay, only lightly laughing. Nothing like when his hyung fell, which was a gigantic bomb to Jay's ego. Everyone ended up taking a break, finally joining Jay, who had been sitting alone following his fall. You sat next to Sunghoon and Heeseung, asking the younger of the two again if he was okay. ‘Of course.’ Jay thought seeing this. ‘The 2 best skaters here. I wish Y/n wouldn’t have made fun of my fall, but their laugh is music to my ears.’ He sighed, Jake noticing next to him, causing him to look in your direction to see what he was sighing at. You also noticed his sigh and his pouty face, not thinking much of it. You decided to go talk with Jay while the other boys went back to skating. 

“Jay are you okay?” You asked genuinely, giggling a bit thinking about the events from before. He sighed with hurt. 

“Why don’t you go check on the pro again? I don’t need your pity.”

“Jay-“ You tried to explain.

“No. I don’t like being laughed at like that. You waiting almost an hour to check up on me but checked on the guy that knows what he’s doing right after he fell. I get it, I-“

“Jongseong stop.” You said sharply but in a whisper so you wouldn’t draw any attention to you both. 

“Oh like when you stopped laughing at me. Or when you stopped worrying about being so in awh of Sunghoon over caring about me?” He snapped back quickly. His voice was so harsh, yet so hurt.

“Jay I-“ Cutting yourself off you sighed. Deciding to just choose a silent apology laying your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. He laid his head against yours, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“See this is the special treatment I deserve over Sunghoon.” He joked, making you giggle into his shoulder.

“Now let’s go try this again. Together.” Jay smiled, liking the sound of your new plan.

"Just know if you fall I'm not going to hold back, it's only fair." He joked, flashing you a bright smile.

Jake

Jealous of Niki

Enhypen’s choreographer decided to have them do another duet style dance, similar to bite me. You happen to be a backup dancer for Hybe but don’t usually get paired with them since you guys are so close. When they heard the news that you’d be getting to finally dance with them, they were all immediately excited. This excitment faded as quickly as it had appeared as they all slowly began to realize you would only get to dance with one of them. Since you were on the taller side compared to the other dancers, you had a feeling you’d be paired with either Heeseung or Niki. When the pairings were announced in front of all of you, of course your partner was announced first. Everyone was still staying optimistic about getting you as their partner, then the choreographer finally spoke. 

“Being paired with Y/n is…” You could see each member leaning in, waiting for the answer they all hoped for.

“Niki!” Niki flashed the biggest smile and ran over to you, bringing you in for a hug. 

As his celebration was occuring you noticed all the other boys reactions to the news. All the other members looked bummed but not as upset as Jake seemed to be. You were surprised he looked so upset since he was considered short for you, pairing wise. He looked a little heart broken over it though. After the first time seeing the cheorography you guys got a break to talk amongst yourseleves, you of course went to check on the aussie.

“Jake..?” You lightly whispered not wanting to spook him since his back was facing you. He quickly turned around, recognizing the voice, and took your hands in his.

“Y/n! Hi, congrats on getting to dance with our talented baby!” His voice sounded hurt, but he was trying to sound happy for you both. Trying? Well he was happy for the maknae, truly, he just couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“You aren’t too upset about me being paired with Niki, right?” You softly questioned.

“Of course not! I do think the height rule is a little lame since I’ve worn shoes with height before. Of course this time they seem to forget about those I guess.” He said with lots of nervous laughter.

“Well I-“ You were cut off by a voice as they walked up to you both.

“Hey Y/n, I’m so excited to dance with you! Jake I hope you aren’t too jealous!” Niki teased. You smiled at the maknae, watching Jake’s expression. As soon as Niki looked away from him his once forced smile turned into a very sour face. A very jealous one. 

“Well, I’ll leave you both alone while we still have some time before we start practicing.” Niki said as he walked away to mess with another member. Jake didn’t say anything, he could only stare at the back of Niki in frustration.

“Jake..?” You said, inturrupting his lazer focus.

“Hmm? Yes? What were you saying before?” He asked looking into your eyes as his expression completely changed, softening up for you. You nervously cleared your throat.

“I was going to say I noticed you seemed more bummed than the other boys about the pairing decision.” He was silent for a few moments, looking almost like a deer in headlights.

“Oh did I? I did really want to dance with you, we all did, but I’m fine with the result.” He claimed, flashing you his signiture sweet smile.

As he finished his sentence you all got called to begin the first practice. Practicing went on for a bit and since you both were close the teacher decided to use you and Niki as an example for the other pairs. At certain points the choreographer would be explaing something while you both were in a position, able to see yourselves in the mirror. Noticing Jake’s face, full of disappointment and jealous rage, you felt so guilty somehow. As you were lost in thought you noticed his eyes directly on you both now, instead of the teacher. He was staring at your partner specifically. He was beginning to burn holes into the back of Niki’s head as you brushed the maknaes hair with your hand. Catching Jake's attention he looked at you, not expecting your eyes to meet, quickly looking away.

After practiced finished Jake kind of avoided going near you, in hopes you’d forget how he had acted before. He really tried not to be jealous but it wasn’t working in his favor. As you said your goodbyes to the other boys and dancers you noiced he had already left the room. You ran into him in the hallway with his hood up, sitting against the wall, and looking down at his lap. You quietly sat next to him putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Please don’t distance yourself from me or Niki during this. Feeling jealous is okay and we won’t be upset if you are.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his leg. You could feel him sigh deeply.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, it just feels so unfair. Only because you aren’t shorter than me.”

“That may not have been their only reasoning, don’t think so negatively Jakey.” He sighed again, this one sounding deeper and more frustrated than before. You lifted your head off his shoulder and rubbed his back. He knew you were right, of course, he just hated feeling so jealous.

“We could always practice together when we’re not with the group.” You suggested, hoping he’d feel a bit better. He began lifting his head and looked at you with pink cheeks.

“That would be fun! Thanks.” He said smiling ear to ear.

“Don’t forget your heels!” You said teasingly as he giggled.

Sunghoon

Jealous of Jay

The boys decided to invite you to an EN-O’CLOCK episode where you got to participate. All of you were excited but Sunghoon was especially excited. This episode centered around fashion and creating outfits. Bonus points for making you and the other boys laugh as well. He was feeling pretty confident about this challenge since you always gave him many compliments on his style, swearing you’re his biggest hype man. In order to make it completely fair you’ll be judging without knowing who styled which outfit. He figured he had this in the bag until he heard the comments you were making about some of the competition. One in particular was seeming to be your favorite, not his but Jay’s. You had also been laughing quite a lot at his jokes compared to the other boys,  especially Sunghoon. It was starting to look like Jay was going to win. As your top choice was announced, Sunghoon’s already faded smile was now completley gone. 

After the episode ended he went to find you to talk about the day but he found you with today’s winner. He began to easedrop a bit.

“You were hilarious as always, I think I need to start asking you for fashion tips now.” Somehow you asking about fashion had become you and Sunghoon’s thing. Now you were asking the ‘oh so funny’ Jay for advice. As much as he hates to admit it, this stung like hell for him. Once you were done speaking with Jay you went looking for Sunghoon, wondering where he disappeared to. He was gone comepletely. You then began to look for him, asking everyone if they had seen him. One staff member mentioned something about him stepping outside, which worried you because it was freezing today. You threw your coat on, grabbing a blanket to take just in case. Walking outside you noticed him standing with his back to the door, staring off into the distance. Not noticing you he barely flinched at the motion of you wrapping the blanket around him.

“Hoon let’s go back inside it’s freezing out here.” He took the blanket off his shoulders, handing it back to you.

“Park Sunghoon!” You said with despiration. 

“It isn’t fashionable enough. You may ask Jay how he’d style it.” You scoffed.

“Are you seriously being a sore loser and acting childish right now?” Catching his attention with your choice of words, he finally looked at you.

“Don’t do this Hoon, it was just a silly challenge. You are still my #1 fashion expert, okay?” He cracked a secret smile as he wrapped you both in the blanket, heading back inside. As you were both heading back into the warmth, you decided to mention something. “You know Hoon, Jay did mention something about watching you and your style recently.” Sunghoon smiled, knowing even if it wasn’t true, you said it to make him feel better.

maknae lines here

[rarestdoll]

hole in the earth

prompt: stoner!reader who introduces abby to weed.

tags: wlw, weed usage, bashful abby, slightly nsfw, reader is black and femme cuz i said so !

ps: once again writing while high so don't hold me to any grammatical errors tehe ♪(´ε｀ )

the poor girl is a bit innocent in this field of recreation, a little on the side of goodie two shoes who swore she's "never done anything like this before" when u ask her on a random cold december night. it was technically "holiday season" as the stadium would call it, that meant time extra off for abby this time of year as a way to keep some "normalcy" in the base. the stadium's long hard hours of endless supply runs and tedious farmwork had paid off generously, making so that somebody had access to a few seeds to grow the plant and deal it out every so often. and of course you couldn't pass up on being a customer! so here you both sat in the dim light of abby's room, knees touching as you bundle under a shared blanket, baggy of green in one hand and rolling tray in the other to give the curious gal a few lessons.

"how come i never knew?" your concentration flicks to the blonde as you half assedly roll your eyes at her inquiry. she's acting like this is some big taboo secret!

"you're so funny miss top soldier, questioning me like everyone in here isn't high off something. you really haven't at least tried it? i know manny is a frequent, i see him and nora lighting up together from time to time too."

"MANNY AND NORA TOO? why am i the only know who didn't know?." abby exclaims, dragging a hand down her face in exasperation, the action so comically theatric that you have to laugh.

"cmon abs, it's really not that much of a biggie, it's just a funky little plant that makes you loopy. i wouldn't be dabbling myself if the effects weren't just the munchies and the giggles."

abby seems to roll your words around in her head a big, pushing her hair back behind her ears in slight irritation. she's silent for a few more moments before opening her mouth to speak again, this time her voice coming out in a husher tone, "are there any other ones?"

"pardon? any other people who smoke?"

"no, i mean side effects?" she clarifies, now appearing visibly nervous as she tumbles over her next choice of words, "i've heard things and i just wanted to know if they were... uh... right?"

"okay anderson, extremely vague cryptic vibes i'm getting at the moment, just spit it out."

abby puffs out her cheeks like she had been holding her breath, hands once again find her long locks to further rake the curtain of blonde away from her face. she's biting her lips now, a grave look of worry crossing her face and part of you adamantly wonders why she's so suddenly upset over what's seemingly a simple matter.

"i promise, im in no place at all to judge, abs. hell i've told you everything under the sun about myself and i'm sure whatever you're about to say won't throw me off too far."

"well..." she trails off, bottom lip again tugged between her teeth, blue eyes very pointedly not making contact with yours as you turn your body towards her more to show that you're still actively listening. "i read somewhere, in one of those natural drugs and remedies books that, marijuana can give some side effects that are akin to an aphrodisiac... and- uh well- i just wanted to know if that was true since ya know... you do it and all that and know how it feels to be high?"

you were well aware that abby was no stranger to sex, quite frankly one of the most familiar with it actually seeing how she's still studying to become a doctor; knowing sexual education is one of the things that's very heavily drilled the WLF's curriculum. but to witness her so shy around the subject like she's a blossoming virgin makes heat lick at the bottom of your stomach. her sudden interest in this only makes you curiouser

you let too much time pass between responding and in turn abby starts to ramble on helplessly, the tips of her ears flushing such a cute bright baby pink that almost makes you coo, "i- i mean im only curious you don't have... i'm sorry i'm not tryna yanno... ugh just don't make it any harder for me please!"

it's hard to stave off how tickled you are by this, you have never seen abigail anderson this nervous about anything much less regarding sex. you decide fucking with her will be the funnier course of action rather than showing her mercy, corners of your lip turning up into a smug smile and your eyes narrow in amusement.

"so what i'm getting is, you wanna know if weed gets my rocks off, anderson? are you sure you didn't hear this from manny or some shit?"

abby startles, tilting her head away from your accusing stare as the red at her ears now bleeds down to paint her cheeks, you can't believe your eyes are seeing the abigail anderson in this state.

"listen it's not like that... i errr... no i really did read it in a book! stop making me overexplain myself, you ass!" she says in strangled tone, "just tell me, you promised!"

her increased reaction makes you bark out a laugh, sides aching from holding it in, "i'm just fuckin with you abs." you busy your hands with sprinkling the plant into some joint papers then rolling it between your index and thumb fingers as you continue your thought, "your little book is right, at least in my case. i've had sex while high enough times to know it definitely gives you a heightened experience with stronger orgasms. you feel all relaxed and giggly and it's the best thing. makes me feel needier."

your own ears this time at the last part, you didn't necessarily have to say that. you dont shy away from sex either in the slightest, but admitting that to ur best friend does make you feel a bit bashful. it's no mystery that you both talk about stuff like this all the time since she's your best friend. you both are so close than hell the way you banter about it might as well be considered flirting. if one wasn't paying attention enough. but this time feels... different in way you can't exactly pinpoint at the moment.

abby doesn't comment on that yet only nods, reclining herself back to lay out on your rugged floor, her shirt riding up over her torso as she stretches. your eyes flit quickly from the sliver of unclothed skin back down to finishing the j in your hands, another flare of heat winding its away through your body.

it's quiet in your room for a few before abby shifts to face you once more, biting the inside of her cheek before speaking again, "i think i want to try it," she hesitates, one side of her mouth tugging into a smirk as she finds the proper words, "besides who else more perfect than you to guide me through my first time?"

you grin in response, fingers rolling the j tighter as you poke your tongue out to seal it shut, "say less, anderson. i got you." you don't miss the way abby's eyes flick down to watch the movement, her smile morphing into one less innocent than before. you surely were in for it now.

a/n: there will be a part 2 to this ^_^

[ooooo-mcyt]

I do also find the DDVAU theory that Scar is being mind controlled very interesting.

For starters, there's obviously his behavior in the most recent comic. While Scar being willing to manipulate others like this is plausible, it also isn't something we've seen to anywhere near this extent before in the comic, which opens up the possibility that it's because of outside influence.

The "Could you imagine how fun it would be to mind control people" line could also be foreshadowing, and I found Scar's response to Cub asking what he's going to do about Grian a bit strange.

And honestly it just makes sense. We don't know much about whoever controlled the spores, but it's weird for them to target a random professor at a random school (unless they knew grian was cute guy and were targeting him for that, though we don't necessarily have evidence of that?). It's very plausible that they were just trying to cause a fantastical incident to get the attention of the Emerald Soldiers, who may have been the real infection targets.

And, well, Scar may have worn a mask, but he also touched Grian with bare skin on multiple occasions while Grian was infected with the spores, which sounds like a pretty easy way to get yourself infected with mind controlling spores.

That said, I also have some concerns about this theory.

For starters, Scar isn't acting anything like Grian did when he was infected. You could argue that Grian was so un-subtle because infecting him was a way of drawing attention, but the fact is that, while it's plausible, Scar isn't acting anything like the only other character we've seen when they were mind controlled by the fungus.

And my bigger issue is that there aren't any signs of infection physically. When Grian was infected, physical corruption spread across his shoulder, neck, chest, and some of his face, and his eyes changed color in a very obvious way. And Grian was only infected for a few hours. Scar's presumably been infected for a much longer time and, well, his costume as Hot Guy shows a lot of skin all over his body with zero indication of the same physical corruption Grian had.

I just generally have mixed feelings on this theory. I have my doubts, so I'll probably go forward treating Scar as if he's not being mind controlled until we get solid evidence that he is. But I also very much do think it's a plausible theory.

[centuryberry]

lowkwy Highkey need to analyse those visions of the future and past Yue had like

You have no one else to blame but yourself! You did this! You’re the reason why she’s gone-!”

First of all I have so many guesses on who this could be I'm tweaking

“We shall leave it to the Four Guardian Beasts to ensure that balance is kept in the world. This is the only way to keep everyone safe. From them.”

Like those guardian animals guarding Nuwa's stones in LMK season 5?

From who????

Is this a celestial or is it not a celestial? Maybe Buddha or Guanyin? Or Nuwa? Maybe the Empress Mother

“Erase it. Erase every trace of her until the world forgets her name. I don’t care how you do it! Just erase it all!”

Jade Emperor dur

“Not my son! Please! Have mercy on my son! He has done nothing to offend you! Why are you doing this? And you! How can you call yourself a father when you’re standing aside and letting them–?”

Are they talking about Red Son here or someone else?

Sons: Nezha, Redson, MK, Ao something, one of the twins (but I doubt it)

“Look at what they’ve done to him! A pale shade of what he was! This isn’t justice, this is about control! My love, this is not the time to be careful. This is the time to –”

PIF is that you??

“Uncle! You have gone too far with this! They are just–!”

Nezha what happened?

Is he a thrall pls say nah

“I am sorry, my child. I have failed you.”

This is so vague 😭

Deadass could be anyone with a child and I'm too tired to write that my top 5 though: Nuwa, PIF, Empress Mother, Ao Lie, or literally any other parent.

“ – stay dormant through generations as long as the rings are secure and hidden. And before you say anything, this was because of your mistake. This wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t intervened! This is the best outcome considering the circumstances. For the good of–”

Whos mistake?

Also who or what's staying dormant? The Samadhi Fire?

Honestly the Samadhi fire prolly most likely gonna play a big ass role in this ice zombie apocalypse lmao they're literally White Walkers like the ones from Game of Thrones

“...seal…under the mountain…”

The Bull fam or Wukong

“ –spreading uncontrollably! It can’t be contained! At this rate, this will reach–!”

The infection

now for the futureee wtfd wjqkwbkqkq

"We remember. Even when Heaven wants us to forget you, we will always remember. Even after all the temples were destroyed, we still lit a candle for you.”

We know that was Ma about our girl

“...banished some, executed the others, and subdued the rest. We didn’t understand everything that was happening since we were so young, but we knew that much. So much suffering…”

The twins most likely

😭 give them their talkkkk

“...Island…Lantern…Moon…Scroll…find them all and release…from his shackles...”

Island - Wukong? Similar to the LMK series where flower fruit moment is

Lantern - Macaque oof he is probably been stuck their for centuries imagine waking up and your family's gone to shit most are dead or basically dead, your kids are grown up without you yikes.

I mean it's the same for the rest of them too yikes but damn the guilt from the parents is gonna be real

I thought this wasn't gonna be another major angst fic 😭

Curse you! There better NOT be major character death if any of my hoe's die PERMANENTLY like in "With a Little Soul That Could" imma find where you live 😭 and force you to rewrite that shit now

“Foolish child! This is greater than your petty grudges and old wrongs!”

Damn who we talking to?

“Learn your place, you filthy animals.”

I got nothing a celestial maybe?

“...even…fall…nothing lasts forever…never forgave…”

I feel like I should know but I don't

“Because I love you so much, I’ll give you a hint. What’s the lucky number? C’mon, babe, this is easy stuff! You’re the one who taught me, remember? What’s the lucky number?”

🤯😱

Xiaotian Fragment that you?!!!!

Or is it like those Tony stark pre death hologram videos

One of his clones?

Is it Xiaotian or am I tripping?

“...this world isn’t worth saving…”

Huh.

Lowkey highkey very ominous

Isn't that what Yue and LBD were thinking?

Can Yue hear thoughts or did someone say this aloud?

“Godkiller.”

Our Queen Yue 🎉

I cannot believe I am following another fic of yours 😭 I love it though incredibel writing and the foreshadowing is actually insane

You can't stOP mE frOm makinG My TheORies

Oh my god, "Little Soul" mention on a Tuesday morning???? I can't believe you followed me from the Undertale fandom to the LMK fandom.

Well, as a veteran of my older works, I'll briefly step away from my "no spoiler" stance to reveal this: Queen of the Mountain will have a happy ending. None of that bittersweet tragedy. It will have a happy ending. I will not kill off anyone important to Yue. The Monkey Fam will be together again. (Honestly, I wrote myself into a corner when writing "Little Soul" so I had to pick between forcing a happy ending or keeping the integral message even if the ending was tragic. That won't happen again. I've written so, so many fluffy AUs as an apology for that ending.)

Now, onto the commentary about your theories: These are super detailed! I love the thought you put into your guesses and your comments! We'll see how many of these theories come true in the coming chapters!

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 59

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1500

Masterlist

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Half sitting up, I sighed:

"What do you want, Jules? I'm a bit busy here!"

He made a doubtful face from his 6’3” frame.

"You’re busy?"

He wasn’t wrong. I was lying in the grass, alone. He sat down next to me, keeping some distance between us. A silence settled, which he broke after a few seconds, speaking to me while still looking ahead.

"I know I went a bit too far tonight..."

Jules, repentant, unbelievable. I laughed bitterly.

"Tonight? The past few days too, Jules..."

He crossed his arms around his knees, still looking at the horizon.

"At the same time, do you think it’s easy for me? When I said what I said, it was to provoke. Hugo just killed me there..."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued:

"Mom, she didn’t say anything, but her look was sad... I think that was even worse. She just asked why I reacted like that, and I explained what happened last night..."

"Yeah, our little argument..." I added.

A new silence fell. Jules grabbed several blades of grass, breaking them mechanically, showing a tension he was trying to hide. I wanted to listen to him and let him speak, let him open up.

"I don’t handle it well, so I react like this. Hugo’s cool, he doesn’t care, but I can’t do it. The fact that I knew you before, that I liked you, and then you’re with my mom... and maybe you’re doing all of this for her in the end... the internship with you, and everything else..."

I shook my head. So, he thought I did it all for him just to please his mother.

"No, Jules, I did it because I wanted to. Because I like you. And you’re really good at it too. Trust me, I wouldn’t have taken Hugo for an internship in my office! He’d manage to build me a house with round corners!"

Hugo hated numbers, math, except when it came to cooking, his passion. I often teased him about that, which he always took with good humor. Jules cracked a smile at that mention, then resumed a more serious look, turning to face me, looking at me for the first time in our conversation, with his light blue eyes. The same as Lucy's.

"And then, you know, it’s not always easy having a mom at that level of politics. You get comments sometimes, at school, from teachers, friends who don’t agree with what she’s doing or saying. I can’t even imagine what people will say when they find out… when they find out what..."

I helped him finish his thought.

"When they find out she’s with a woman…"

"Yeah, exactly... I knew my parents were going to divorce, but that’s never easy to accept. And then, she gets with you…"

He took a breath.

"I mean, I’m not against gay people, really not, I have gay friends!" he added.

I knew that well enough. Jules was tolerant and open-minded. Very sensitive too.

"But my mom... I don’t know, it feels weird..."

He lowered his head, looking for his words.

It was me who picked up the conversation again.

"I understand, Jules, let’s not lie, the situation isn’t the easiest. It hasn’t been for your mom, for me, and I understand it’s not for you either... We don’t all react the same way to the same situation..."

It was my turn to think, to weigh my words.

"But I think that’s sometimes how life is. There’s not always clarity, or logic. It just hits us. Of course, there will be remarks, looks, I can’t tell you otherwise. I’ve experienced it myself..."

"And how did you handle it?" he asked, almost in a whisper.

"It’s hard, it’s difficult, but I promise you, you come out stronger! Either you take it all too much to heart and ruin your life for people who aren’t worth it, or you move on! And I’m not just talking about this specific situation, I’m talking about life in general..."

"You’re probably right..."

"It’s not easy, I know Jules... But, here’s the thing, I sincerely love your mom, so what do I do? Am I going to give up all of this for looks and words?"

I left my sentence hanging, my throat tight. Another silence settled, allowing me to collect my thoughts. Jules turned slightly more toward me:

"I’m going to try to make an effort, accept it, stop being such a Twat!"

In his attitude and words, he had taken a step toward me. I smiled at him.

"You’re not a Twat, Jules, I was just pissed off..."

"No, but sometimes, a little bit, you’re right!"

Jules' piercing blue eyes seemed a little calmer at that moment. The wind blew a little harder. In the distance, the voice of the announcer announced the arrival of the last band of the evening.

"I... I need to meet some friends to listen to the band, one of my friends is the guitarist..."

"Of course, go ahead Jules… It was really good that we talked, you know..."

He nodded, then stood up, adjusting his sweatshirt and brushing off the blades of grass from his jeans. Before leaving, he asked me this question:

"We’re going to be okay, right?"

As if to reassure himself, and me.

I smiled at him, a smile tinged with a hint of worry.

"I’ll tell you yes once I’ve talked to Lucy again..."

"You two had a fight?"

"A little more than that… well, especially me!"

Before leaving, he slipped me this phrase, a smile at the corner of his lips.

"You know, very few people raise their voice at my mom, she’s just not used to it... And it doesn’t do her any harm! She must love you for that too, Ona..."

I smiled back, though it didn’t ease my doubts about the consequences of our argument with Lucy. As he walked off toward the concert, I felt lighter for having talked to Jules. I lay back in the grass. 

Of course, such a story also has consequences for those close to us. Especially an adolescent. We were both stuck in our own thought patterns, categorizing our reactions, not trying enough to understand each other, or to communicate. Jules wasn’t a bad guy. He was very sensitive, asked himself a thousand questions, had imagined a lot of things on his own.

I looked at my phone: No message from Lucy. I wasn’t sure what to do anymore, whether I should write her, call her, or wait... I too was asking myself those 1001 questions. I sighed, I wasn’t going to spend the whole night lying on this grass, overthinking! I decided to join my friends and listen to the last concert. Whatever happens!

---

I found them quite quickly, standing next to the main bar, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Alexia was surprised when she saw me, thinking I had left. She pulled me into a hug, squeezing me tightly.

"So happy to see you, my beautiful!"

The rest of the group smiled at me, half curious, half awkward, not knowing what to say about the incident. Of course, they’d figured it out. I decided to get ahead of them:

"Well, I think you all know now, with Lucy..."

I left the sentence hanging. Excitement quickly spread among our little group.

"Unbelievable! I can’t believe it!" Margot exclaimed with a big smile.

"When I think about what I said earlier, international shame, you must’ve wanted to crucify me right there!" 

It was Rémi, the principal, who did indeed seem somewhat embarrassed. I gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"No, because you don’t stand a chance!"

The whole group burst out laughing.

"Oh, come on! Still, what a catch, you’re really a little sneak!" he added.

"So when’s the official introduction?" asked Mathis with a mischievous eye.

"Well, I don’t even know if we’re still together..." I added with a weary tone.

Alexia shrugged.

"Of course you are, stop! Don’t listen to her! Their story is a bit like *Santa Barbara* but it always ends well!"

"Because you knew from the start, right?" asked Mathis, now with a more inquisitive look.

"Not exactly, but almost! And it has to be said, it’s thanks to me!"

Olga raised her eyebrows in amusement.

"Always so modest, darling..."

The conversation was lively, in a little hum, with questions flying around. Even though I wasn’t the most comfortable, being the target of their many questions, I was happy to share this important part of my life, this story that had started two years ago, with my friends.

Suddenly, I spotted Lucy, several meters away from me, moving from person to person, shaking hands, greeting people, starting conversations here and there. She was smiling, hiding any sign of her potential emotions. My heart tightened, and I didn’t take my eyes off her, listening to the others with a distracted ear.

As she was talking to a couple, our gazes met. She lifted her face toward me, her piercing blue eyes not leaving mine.

My heart started to beat a little faster.

[deservedgrace]

i think the thing i wish christians that come across my posts knew the most is that when i'm talking about harmful doctrine, 99.9% of the time i'm processing the harm of this specific doctrine. i'm not having a conversation about theology or alternate interpretations or talking about this in a theoretical philosophical way. i'm talking about actual beliefs i grew up with and the actual harm that they've done. i don't benefit from theological conversations about interpretations because i don't hold any belief in christianity at all, haven't for years, and have absolutely no intention of returning. i especially do not hold the belief of the harmful doctrine i'm talking about.

it is... disrespectful and/or derailing the conversation to tell me it's incorrect (irrelevant, i'm talking about harm caused by this belief, not whether it's correct or not), to tell me to just forget it and focus on the "right" interpretation (dismissive and irrelevant to the post AND me, someone no longer involved in christianity with no interest in changing that), to ridicule me about how i could have possibly believed this (i was raised with no outside perspectives and no way to access them so i had no way to determine they were wrong), to insist i'm lying (9/10 times there are many people in the notes confirming they had the same exact experience), to tell me you've never seen anything like this ever in your entire life (i'm glad you can't relate, i still experienced it), to diminish the harm it caused (you don't get to decide what hurt me), to try to convince me to stop talking about it (why are you more concerned about me shedding light on harm in your communities than the actual harm in your communities?), to tell me that isn't real christianity so my trauma doesn't count (would you tell me that the abuse i sustained from my partner "doesn't count" because "that's not how a real partner treats their spouse?"), or just generally dismissing my experience for whatever reason.

i hold grace for the fact that a lot of these people are coming across my posts in the wild and often don't have any other context of me and my experience and that a lot of people are trying to help. but it doesn't make the experience itself less rude or disruptive to me.

i'm not saying these conversations don't have their place. these can be really valuable intra-community discussions; but i am not part of said community. i would 10000x prefer for every christian that comments something about how their interpretation is the right one on my posts to find a christian that actually holds the belief i'm referencing and talk to them about it instead. that is an actual way you can promote change and help people. i personally do not benefit from these conversations but talking to people with harmful beliefs about healthier interpretations can stop them from harming people in the present or plant a seed for change later. that can help people who are being harmed right now or prevent people from being harmed in the future. if my posts stir something in you and you feel the pull to help i am begging you to put your efforts toward helping people who are actively being harmed by said beliefs. they're not as rare as you think and a lot more people than you think are being harmed by them. they are not going to listen to me, known apostate, about it... but they might listen to you, a fellow christian.