#part of that is to get away from home where people are constantly bugging him (minus his lil' bro. Jaey can bug him whenever and it's fine)

[soulsxng]

Archetypes quiz | Tarinx edition!

41% Rebel: The Rebel is comfortable throwing caution to the wind—and bucking the system—if that means getting their point across.

25% Athlete: The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

24% Explorer: The Explorer is drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a Himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. They take journeys, not vacations.

[thetypedwriter]

The Grandest Game Book Review

The Grandest Game Book Review by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I feel like I’m writing about Jennifer Lynn Barnes constantly. 

Thankfully, this is not a case of diminishing returns. 

In fact, this might be Jennifer Lynn Barnes’ best novel yet, which is astounding to me. 

The Grandest Game is now the…fifth book in the Inheritance Games series which is insane, but it’s also the first installment in a spinoff series.

So related but not a direct sequel, although you would be lacking in a significant amount of understanding if you had not read the first four books of the Inheritance Games.

At this point, Jennifer Lynn Barnes is becoming the new Cassandra Clare.

But back to The Grandest Game, one of the key differences is instead of focusing on Avery and the Hawthorne brothers, this novel focuses on other players that have either been invited to play or won themselves a nomination. 

The Grandest Game itself is not that noteworthy, but the plot essentially boils down to this: Avery has set up a competition game where the prize money is $26 million.

Most of the game includes the players getting involuntarily put into teams and trying to solve a series of riddles and puzzles while attempting escape-room antics. 

Avery and the Hawthrone brothers are in the novel, but they’re in the periphery and largely unimportant other than the history they have with the players and the fact that they have masterminded the game. 

However, I can not emphasize enough how much better the book is by not focusing on them. Avery was never much more than a Mary-Sue from the get go and the Hawthorne brothers were all largely one-dimensional cliches.

The side characters who take center stage in this novel are a huge improvement, personality and interest wise. 

Rohan we know from the last book, The Brother Hawthorne, and his POV is fascinating. I’ve always had a soft spot for characters who are selfish and conniving, two characteristics Rohan has in droves. 

However, he also has a good motivation for playing the Grandest Game—getting money to take over the Devil’s Mercy, a secret club that he’s been a part of since he was a child. His penchant for winning always makes his POV fun to read. 

His relationship with Savannah, while predictable, was also really charming. I love relationships that are fierce and fiery, have cat-and-mouse banter, and are between two very stubborn people who don’t want to admit defeat. Every chapter with them working as a team was titillating. 

The POV I enjoyed the most was Gigi’s. Her fun, bubbly personality and bright way of connecting with people and seeing the world was fresh, fun, and authentic.

Her interactions with Knox and Brady were hilarious, but also strangely deep and intriguing, as they were both new characters with a sordid and complicated past with each other. 

Gigi’s intellect shone through while others constantly underestimated her, a plot point that never got old. Gigi trying to piece together what happened with Knox and Brady, while at the same time learning she’s bugged and trying to untangle the larger mystery of who’s on the island, was the most riveting part of the story for me. 

The last POV was for a character named Lyra Kane. Essentially, she’s Avery 2.0. I disliked her POV the most, especially as her motivation to win–saving her childhood home—while nice, was boring.

She also had the hackneyed story arc of being attracted to Grayson Hawthorne while incessantly telling herself to stay away from him (without success). 

The most interesting part of this POV was Grayson’s and Lyra’s interaction with their third teammate, Odette, an older woman who was once involved with Tobias Hawthorne.

I liked Odette’s backstory and the diversity of having an older character, but she was too cryptic throughout the whole novel and then decided to give up her spot at the end, a choice that riddled me with frustration and made her character dip in the favorite department. 

That being said, these three POV’s were still a huge improvement from the banality of Avery’s mind and the vapid love triangle she found herself in of the previous books. 

Instead, we have two interesting perspectives (plus Lyra) to carry this new spinoff series forward, a journey I am wholeheartedly ready to embark on.

Plus, all the riddles are a lot of fun to try and piece together as a reader. It may not be the most complicated of plots, but it’s entertaining and the characters propel it forward with their intersecting relationships and personal motivations. 

Recommendation: The best Jennifer Lynn Barnes novel yet. Read it and try to solve as many of the puzzles as you can (I got two of them!).

Score: 8/10

[aroaceleovaldez]

okay outside of the retcons and continuity errors in TSATS, I think the main part that bugs me is how much the book seems to infantilize Nico, particularly relating to his relationship with Will. Especially because the book seems to remember and then forget again that Nico is autistic only when it’s convenient to infantilize him further.

Nico is randomly nerfed and basically helpless at literally everything the entire book. There is not a single fight EVER in the book that he actually fights without someone else very directly doing the work for him or actively helping him (usually LITERALLY holding his hand), save for that singular time where he sneak-attack kills the monster that just regenerated, but honestly that doesn’t really count as a fight. Or the aeternae, but they literally weren’t attacking him.

He’s in the underworld! He’s been dating Will for a year! How is he completely incapable of the simplest tasks? He tries to help Will - in the infirmary (is helpless at it), patch up his wounds (Will’s condition only worsens), put batteries in a sun lamp (he drops the batteries) - every time he manages to fuck up like he’s never done a single task in his life before. He runs away from every fight or someone else does the work for him because he’s randomly incapable of it for some random excuse. He completely loses several notable powers of his (only ever using one of his powers the entire book, and the only other reference to his powers is his shadow-travel which we don’t actually see) and acts like he’s physically incapable of them even though they logically should be the best answer for a particular situation (geokinesis! dream powers! influencing fear/nightmares! one-tap kill dissolve-you-to-bones! rip souls out of living people!) Yet Will randomly can do everything he can’t - generates two completely new powers to fight Nyx with (alongside bringing back an old power that got forgotten)! Plus a third (growing flowers/plants) that doesn’t even have anything done with it! Can pick the fruit from Persephone’s garden when Nico can’t (LITERALLY IN NICO’S OWN HOME)! Nico panicking? Soothes him without even trying. Will saves Nico in fights like five different times when he’s supposed to be the one with zero combat experience and explicitly isn’t a fighter (and doesn’t even have a weapon) and Nico’s the one who lived on his own as a rogue for three years! They’re in the Underworld, Nico’s home, and Will - WHILE ON DEATH’S DOORSTEP. LITERALLY. - is more powerful than him! For no reason! Nico is a Big 3 kid! He’s SUPPOSED to be extremely op! We don’t even see Nico speak to any true ghosts the entire book and they even acknowledge that he’s Ghost King!

And then on top of it all, the narrative keeps treating Nico as not knowing what’s best for himself and making Will always correct. Or making it so Will is the only one who is able to comfort Nico ever. And have Nico constantly refer to Will with almost exclusively babyish pet-names - “Night-light,” “Care bear” (when logically Nico shouldn’t even know anything about Care Bear lore?), even “sun therapy lamp” isn’t great. The constant “My little ball of darkness” also isn’t great? Like, if you establish that Nico’s extremely short, then it’s not as bad cause then it’s a height joke, but since the book never establishes that it just reads as more infantilizing.

I get they were trying to hype up Will for this book and let him have some action scenes so it wasn’t just Nico dragging him through the Underworld for 50 chapters while he does nothing but be emotional support. And Nico’s powers usually means he very often acts as an almost literal dues ex machina in a lot of plots. But you can still work with that without nerfing Nico so much, or completely infantilizing him! Just because Nico has trauma doesn’t mean he can’t be capable on his own, and that doesn’t have to negate him having people he leans on for support! These things can coexist!

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (11/4/2024) Episode: A Household Name

Losing his last living parent was devastating, but at least Luigi was sure that Valentina and his dads would surely be proud of his latest accomplishment.

The sales figures for his new game had started rolling in, and it was clear that it’s launch day popularity wasn’t just a flash in the pan. It looked like Watcher Tales had a chance to become a lasting part of the gaming landscape, maybe even the start of a franchise.

The good news kept coming when Luigi heard from his contact at Unorthobox. They’d loved his footage of their hardware in use at the launch party and they told him they planned to use his star power to help advertise and promote the Ubox version of the game.

Not, they were quick to assure him, it needed much help. Watcher Tales was already one of the most popular titles for the Unorthobox 2 console.

Their manager Patricia at Rainy Day corporate was equally excited about the game’s success when they next visited.

“Sales on PC are phenomenal and buzz in the community so far is mostly positive, even if players are starting to report some bugs.” She told them “There is also, of course, a lot of comparisons being made to Sims Forever. They like what you added the other game lacks Luigi, but they’re also quick to point out what Watcher Tales is missing compared to their old favorite.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly cram 80 DLCs worth of content into my basegame” Luigi lamented “though I think we did a good job offering at initial release many key gameplay features that Sims Forever locks behind expansion packs. As for the bugs, the whole team is working on a hotfix to address the most commonly reported issues.”

“I’ve got a couple programmers just finishing up another project that can help with the patch” Patricia replied, “I want you to start focusing on those content gaps.” she smiled “You ready to send your humans on new adventures?”

Luigi grinned from ear to ear. They’d had a feeling Rainy Day would be interested in DLC, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon “Absolutely!”

Luigi had already been a household name, but with his game being played and talked about all over his fame skyrocketed to a whole other level.

“You, sir, are a global sensation” Peachy’s favorite late-night talk show host told Luigi the evening he appeared on the program to promote Watcher Tales “The people can’t get enough of these hoo-mans of yours and I want to see what all the fuss is about. Let’s head over to the pit, where my staff has promised me they have your game booted up and a little challenge prepared for the two of us. You ready?”

“Bring it on!” Luigi said with a laugh, his inner child jumping up and down for joy as he followed behind the other sim to get started.

To celebrate their success the couple sent Skye for a sleepover with Grandpa Candor and headed out for a date night.

Taking Orange’s advice, this time Luigi threw on a “celebrity disguise” to help him keep a low profile so he could enjoy the time with his lady love without distraction.  He’d been skeptical about the idea, but the simple concealment did the trick, allowing him and Noemi to enjoy dinner and a drink at the bar without constantly being interrupted by fans seeking his attention.

“This is great!” Noemi hollered over the DJ’s beats on the dancefloor after their meal. “Thanks for going incognito; I have you all to myself for once.”

“You…” Luigi replied, pulling her towards him and kissing her hard “have me today, tomorrow, and always. Thank you for putting up with the insanity. I know the attention I crave isn’t always your fave. Now, are you ready to take your personal Superstar home and try out that new toy we bought?”

“Only if you’re a very obedient Superstar” she replied with a smile, leading him away from the busy club towards a little private fun back home.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[soradragon]

WATCH ME WORD DUMP

2012:

• trans fem Leo <3 (along with demi-girl Mikey and genderfluid Casey. he literally was like “ Y’know being a girl was pretty cool, I wouldn’t want to be one all the time tho)

• since everyone knows Raphs fear of cockroaches and other bugs they do their best to keep the lair clean and trap bugs

• Mikey is terrified of the dark so Donnie made him a bunch of nightlights for the lair

• Leo is constantly is patching up her younger brothers, when they were younger she’d break into stores to get Mikey Hello Kitty band-aids because they were her favorite

• Casey and Donnie have sensory issues so everyone always makes sure that there is sensory safe food in the lair

• Mikey suffers from imposter syndrome so their siblings always tell her that whatever she’s upset about is okay! And that Mikey is doing okay

• after a especially stressful mission they all have a sleepover in the main room

• April tends to accidentally manipulate people (I did this, I was just acted how my mom did and it was manipulation??? I never found out until recently) so everyone reminds her how to say things better, they do the same with Raph and his anger

• whenever Leo has gender envy April puts makeup on Leo to help her feel better, and it does work to some extent

• Mikey can’t handle smelling certain things (strong chemicals, perfumes, or other things) so everyone makes sure to keep that stuff away from the lair, or keeping the time the smell is around to a minimum

• Raph doesn’t like the feeling of certain fabrics so everyone makes sure to supply him with the ones he does like

• Mikey accidentally calls Leo mom sometimes, especially when under a lot of stress like a long battle. Leo doesn’t hate it but a part of her is uncertain of the title

• Raph and Donnie sometimes just go out roof jumping together, in this time Leo and Mikey usually draw or watch movies together

• Mikey has severe separation anxiety so one of her siblings always stay with her

• Donnie was non verbal when he was younger so everyone learned sign language, though the only one who remembers is Mikey

• Raph is dyslexic asf, so when he’s really struggling someone reads to him. When he was a tot Donnie would read his books to him

2018:

• Trans masc, panromantic Leo (Leo is absolutely panromantic, like how could he starve the world of himself? also demi-girl Raph, I literally love this hc)

• When the tots were younger they called Raph mom, like Leo she didn’t know how to feel about it

• Leo is a insomniac and when he does get sleep it’s usually nightmares so he lays with one of his siblings to help keep him calm

• If Mikey knows Leo’s been up all night he’ll try and make Leo’s favorite breakfasts

• Since Donnie has major sensory issues, Leo always makes sure that his beloved twin has his flavorless juice

• April tends to sleep at the lair overnight, especially after the whole invasion

• Raph always mothers her siblings, her older sister included. they have a hard time not worrying about everyone

• Mikey has minor separation issues so he’s always perched on his older sisters shell or arm

• April doesn’t like really loud noises (slamming, gunshots, alarms) so everyone is careful about it

• there is a designated “ swear day “ where everyone (including Mikey) can swear, Mikey or Leo usually scream ‘ fuck ‘ on the top of their lungs

• Donnie made a system to mine rich peoples accounts, every week taking out about 500 thousand (he’s gotta pay for the uranium SOMEHOW)

• Leo has a lot of scars from portaling somewhere dangerous on his own (like the jungle)

• both Leo and Donnie have a scar on their wrist from when they were younger, they were exploring and Leo tripped. Donnie feeling really bad also cut open his wrist. so they both came home crying with a bleeding wrist

• Mikey is so in touch with other’s emotions he feels physical pain whenever some people feel REALLY strongly about things

• Leo had really bad episodes after the invasion, he would basically enter a panicked state and attack others. it was hard when it first happened because he and Mikey were alone together. Mikey has a big scar on his shoulder that causes guilt to wrack Leo any time he sees it

• Donnie and Raph are usually the only ones who can pull Leo from a episode. Mikey can it’s just not easy like when Raph or Donnie do it

• Leo usually goes to Donnie after a nightmare, his twin knowing exactly what he needs to calm down

• Raph loves knitting, she makes vests for stray animals or homeless people. Leaving them as a anonymous donation to centers

• Raph also loves caring for plants, they accidentally bought one with a short lifespan so she BAWLED when it died (felt that, I mourned my first plant for days after it died)

LOVE THE SENSORY STUFF! SO RELATABLE!!

Poor leo having nightmares and insomnia, I’ve heard that there’s big hints towards it in the series (I haven’t completes it yet)

Awwwww raphie crying about (may I use he? I myself feel more comfortable using he/him for all the turtles, not to disrespect you or your hcs or anything) his plants!! Adorablleeeeeee

DONNIE YOU SWEETHEART FOR MAKING MIKEY NIGHT LIGHTS

Hello kitty bandaids awwwwww🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I agree with April and the accidental manipulation behavior it feel so in character for her

SLEEPOVERS

I don’t like loud noises either

Poor leo having so many scars from portalling

*cackles* DESIGNATED SWEAR DAY I LOVE THAT

[eyesonstars-feetonground]

Ted Lasso 3x12: Why the Finale Felt a Bit Hollow

I genuinely think the only way to end Ted’s arc was to have him return to Henry. There’s no world in which he would ask his son to move across the world to him, much less not return to him. And so much of Ted’s pain is centered around being far from Henry. In a way, being a parent does really overshadow every other part of your life...some are saying Ted has gotten reduced down to just his fatherhood, but the point is that for him, and for a lot of parents, your child is your number one priority even if there’s a thousand more things on the other side of the scale. Henry needs him, and Richmond doesn’t, so there’s no way to justify the distance that Ted himself admits he keeps partly because he’s afraid of when Henry will leave him. It is beautiful that he can be confident now and take up the space he deserves in Kansas, in his son’s life. I hope Michelle gets it together, and hopefully that scene with Dr. Jacob being an asshole is what that’s about. 

I will read a hundred fics about Ted staying with Richmond to soothe the pain, and I’ve been rotating it in my mind all day. I also don’t particularly ship anyone but Roy and Jamie, so Ted’s ending isn’t about that for me. 

However, what really bugged me is that it seems like the show is treating Ted moving away to Kansas as if he will literally never talk to or see these people again, as if he didn’t involve himself with Henry’s life as much as possible from an ocean away. Why would the inverse not hold true with his other family, with his platonic soulmate and best friend(s) and pseudo child?? I am definitely buying into the dream sequence theory at the end bc otherwise that is what really pushes this into sad territory for me...why would he not be a part of those memories, those futures to come, as a friend and family member?

It seemed like the show couldn’t decide, like Ted was checked out of all of these emotional goodbyes where other people tried to tell him over and over again that they loved him and wanted him, without showing deep sadness or telling them to visit or giving a rambling Ted story. I’m hoping that’s because it’s a huge life change, but not one that moves him to sadness, because he’ll continue being there for them, and they’ll continue being there for him. 

I would have loved some reassurance though...Ted promising to call every day at Biscuits with the Boss time...Rebecca giving him a permanent airfare ticket so he can be flying in and out all the time, bringing Henry with him! Ted going to Richmond games whenever he can, Ted remembering birthdays and going to the book release and taking up space when the Higgins get everyone together. Ted showing back up with Henry, Sleepless in Seattle style, being greeted by Rebecca and the rest of the team to spend weeks and months back in his other home. Ted getting FaceTimed for advice about relationships and promotions and girl talk and the Diamond Dogs group chat and how to make a Richmond charity or women’s team or kid’s outreach program (best way to make Rebecca a mom in my opinion). Ted being a consultant bc Rebecca refuses to take him off the payroll until they win the whole thing, Ted being loved by the fans and journos even from afar, even years later. Ted being happy to be in London as a tourist with his son, with all that wonder and joy and optimism now that he can resolve the ache of both of his lives being one life! And vice versa, Rebecca and Beard constantly visiting, dragging Keeley or Roy or Nate with them, the players spending off season learning about Kansas and playing with Henry, celebrating holidays together !! The fans who now own 49% of the club being ok with some of its budget being “wasted” just making sure Ted and the team continue to be with each other in some way. Ted visiting and being greeted by all the people he talks to during his morning routine as if he never left. 

I just hope that he’s not cutting himself out of his community. It is about you, Ted. It is. 

Hope he creates a beautiful, whole life in Kansas (ideally in my mind he coaches a women’s soccer team there and then eventually moves back to Richmond to coach their women’s soccer team like years in the future, once Henry is an adult), but also continues therapy enough to know that he isn’t Mary Poppins!! He’s a Dorothy that loved Oz, he’s a Maria that deserves the Von Trapps. He’s the main character, he’s not a magical mentor type. He has immensely wealthy people who love him, he can make it work both ways. Some of the money that could have been his salary can instead be his travel and phone bill money. 

It’s a dream sequence not only because it had some truly unrealistic stuff in it (Jane and Beard getting married at Stonehenge, Rebecca meeting Dutch man despite the magic of their story being its ephemeral nature, Jamie with his dad, Trent taking out so much of Ted from the book cover/title after he said he wouldn’t change anything) but because, for me, the only part of the finale that was truly disappointing was the regression of Ted thinking he exists only to make those moments possible for others, with no place for himself within them. 

In a finale that didn’t really feel like an ending (in a good way!), where so many storylines didn’t get resolved because the point is that the characters will keep growing and changing and evolving beyond what we see of them, because now they have the tools to do that, I can’t Believe that the one hard ending we got was Ted’s life with Richmond. So I won’t.

[onesemesterfilmstudentta]

Spirited Away

It feels unusual to look at a childhood film with academic eyes but here goes nothing.

The way this film handles identity is really interesting to me! For Chihiro and Kohaku, this takes the form of names. By having your name forcibly taken from you or forgotten, you lose your sense of self and become vulnerable to other people. Not only do you lose yourself but you lose your home as well. Although signing the contract is essential for her to continue existing in the spirit world and find her parents, it also means giving away her name and sense of self. She now needs to keep safe her identity and keep a hold of herself as much as she can. To me, this also manifests as the need to be confident in one's self. Kohaku tells Chihiro she needs to keep asking for work and Chihiro does persist even when Yubaba is in her face. In other words, Chihiro must learn how to look confident, stand her ground, and remain dedicated to her goals. And she does the whole film through! Kohaku does much the same especially when he takes hold of himself again after the bug controlling him is squashed, revealing to Yubaba the disappearance of her precious baby. About the being unable to go home part, I'm not sure what to make of it but only that losing your name cuts your connections to your previous life. I guess in that sense you no longer remember home or where it is.

No Face is another example of identity too. Without a face, do you have an identity? Not only for us humans but the creatures of the film are each unique in some way. If not by face, then by personality but how do you express personality? Generally it is by speaking. No Face has no mask and constantly struggles to speak unless he's stolen someone else's voice (like the frog's). In that sense, No Face is unable to express his identity and therefore has no identity at all. Chihiro must interpret by his actions, by his few words, and by her own sense of kindness. The scene where she notices No Face following her to the bus, she asks him if he is and he doesn't really reply. But she is happy to use one of her tickets for him. I think that's why he gets along with Zaniba at the end of the film. She is also kind and gives him a home and good work to do.

Identity is also sort of tied to form at least in other people perceive someone's identity. Yubaba and Zaniba share an appearance so that Bo and Chihiro are caught off guard by Zaniba's appearance and actions. However, the two are so obviously different from each other. Chihiro must stand up to Yubaba but she is grateful and hugs Zaniba. Bo is spoiled by his mother but then stands up to her. He is at first bullied and taught a lesson by Zaniba but it is because of Zaniba that he learns to stand by himself and enjoy moving on his own four (two?) feet. Identity doesn't have to be set by one's form but it is dictated by one's name and one's actions.

Oh! And also one doesn't need to secure one's self alone. Throughout the film, Chihiro is always relying and being helped by people in order to get along in life. I do think that this film is part of Chihiro's coming-of-age journey but she does not become self-sufficient or independent and confident through her own efforts alone. She is grateful to Kohaku for all her help. It is he who tells her to remember her own name and he also remembers it for her too. And it is Chihiro, helping him in many ways in return, who remembers his name for him.

There is also an environmental message in the film. The most obvious example is Kohaku losing his name because his river was forced underground by humans. There is also a shot of the bathhouse too. From a side shot, we see that the front of the bathhouse is colorful, luxurious and bright. However, the back of it is dark and full of crude machinery. This should be just the same side that Chihiro had to make multiple dangerous trips through to get her job, go see Kohaku, and also return the seal to Zaniba. In other words, people try so hard to make things look pretty and structured but are just hiding ugliness behind it. Comparing Yubaba's beautiful, ostentatious palace to Zaniba's peaceful country home reveals how much more greedy and materialistic Yubaba is. Although… I mean Yubaba's hut is actually pretty luxurious going by country standards? Lots of space, cabinets, beautiful furniture… but it's a bit unfair to judge because how "frugal" or "minimalistic" should one be in order to not look greedy, huh?

[onedayatatime-please]

Wednesday, Aug 14th, 2024. 6:35 pm

I’m happy today. I went and ate lunch near the expressway and watched the cars go by. I listened to a lot of good music.

I had a moment in the morning where I was extremely nervous for my upcoming therapy appointment. I had to reschedule for a few hours earlier, and the fact that I would actually be doing this hit me all at once and it took me a while to calm down. I’ve been trying to think about it passively throughout the day so I get used to the idea, but each time I do I get nauseous. That kind of people-related anxiety isn’t at all unusual for me and I would not count it as a negative tally in my day.

I don’t think i had a single suicidal thought today. I feel confident and generally well minded. Today was a good day.

I am currently in a field of clover and I have a ice cold can of seltzer cause it is very hot out. There are many mosquitos and dragonflies and starlings. I wish I had brought bug spray, but a few mosquito bites won’t hurt me.

I am not dead yet, and I will do my best to keep it that way.

8:07 pm edit:

Ran into someone I was not expecting to. I grew up with him, best friends in the cradle kinda shit. We haven’t spoken in years and it’s my fault. I don’t know if it’s really my fault cause I had my reasons but I don’t know if they are good enough and god damn do I feel guilty. He just sorta stood and stared when he saw me and he didn’t hug me like his parents did. I feel nauseous and lightheaded. I don’t talk to anyone from my childhood anymore unless they are family and everytime I was the one to make that decision, but I didn’t tell them I had made it, I just stopped texting. I ghosted pretty much all of the people I spent the first decade of my life with. When it happened I was too young and wrapped up in my own mental and physical self preservation that I couldn’t think of any better way to do it and now I feel too guilty to even know how to reach out and apologize, or if it is even necessary to apologize. Or if any of them would actually care if I did.

The other part of it is that I don’t really feel the need or want to have a relationship with any of these people. Being with them would bring up too much shit. It’s this part of my life I’ve tried really really hard to put behind me. But I know I’ve hurt them and I feel terrible. I feel like a coward for being too scared to relive my guilt and trauma to heal relationships with them. I don’t know if that is a feeling based in reality or not. It’s 9:21 now and I’m still nauseous. I feel disassociated and I’ve started having full body ticks. If there weren’t people at my house I know I would go home and have a panic attack. I do not think i will get much sleep tonight as I will be on the couch. It makes me feel so much worse that I wish that I just could have not seen him at all. I wish that I was able to continue going though my day without being confronted by my guilt. I feel like I’m constantly running away from what I’m actually feeling and the actions of my past that have caused harm because the guilt I feel for those actions is so intense.

I don’t know what to fucking do. And I feel bad because now I feel like I shouldn’t even be writing this whole thing out. I shouldn’t be making this about myself.

My chest hurts very much and most of my current inner monologue is just imagining jumping in front of a car.

We used to be inseparable, and now we can barely hold a 30 second conversation and he looked like he wanted to bolt the whole time.

I think that I feel the need to inflict emotional and physical pain on myself to compensate for the guilt I feel. If I can hurt myself more then I’ve hurt other people then we’re even. Eye for an eye and all that. Whenever I feel guilty or embarrassed my first instinct is to slam my head against the wall or put the nearest knife into my leg. I can’t help but think it, picture it repeatedly in my minds eye. Sometimes my brain will even give me weird phantom pains to imitate the pain I would feel if I hurt myself the way I want to.

^^daily reminder of why I’m deciding to go back to therapy

I know that I’m freaking out rn because of PTSD alongside the guilt. Which again, bc of PTSD I don’t want to know any of these people. But I still feel guilty for breaking it off the way I did and then not rebuilding the relationship with them. “I don’t just feel one emotion, I feel two emotions” -John Mulaney

Fuck this started off as such a good day. New rule: no more saying it was a good day untill I’m in bed half asleep so probably no big emotion will happen after that.

I hate feeling this way. This is gonna sound so stupid but Jesus Christ I want my brain to be fucking normal I don’t want all of this bullshit I want things to be easy

I’m done for now, I need to go home.

I’m not dead yet, I will do my best to keep it that way.

10:49 pm edit:

I’m so tired, but I’m in bed, so that’s fine. My sister has her two best friends over as a going away party before she moves to another country. I drank a bit even though I know I shouldn’t. It was only one glass of wine but I still gave into the craving because I was disassociated and panicked. My chest still hurts quite a bit. I want to self harm very much. I will not Self harm.

I am going to watch some YouTube and go to sleep. Maybe I’ll play some call of duty if I’m not too tired. Tomorrow I will wake up and take a shower and wash my face and brush my teeth. Im gonna make myself an egg sandwich for breakfast. I’m gonna have my therapy appointment and then hang out with my sister and cousins. I’m making dinner tomorrow night for the whole family, mom, dad, sister, aunt, cousins. I will make a lentil soup, a roasted chicken, and toast with pesto, tomato, and goat cheese on the side.

I like cooking very much. I can make something, and take care of people at the same time. I will not Self harm because I love the people who love me. And I love making them food.

I am not dead yet, and I will do my best to keep it that way.

[animusxy]

Aemond Targaryen x Blind! Reader Pt.2.

Summary: The ways that Aemond tries to help the reader become more independent since her family kind of thinks she's useless and needs help to do everything.

Warnings: More Allusions to Neglectful Parentage, soft Aemond is his own warning (more so out of shock).

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5

This is based more or less soon after they meet but the mannerisms (what he does for the reader) stay more or less the same into their older years, closer to 1x08. So, he may not seem as cold or intense mainly because this is more of how he is seen in 1x06 and 1x07 due to his age.

Aemond wasn't an open person, he was seen mostly in the training grounds or with yourself in the gardens.

Lots of people saw him on a day-to-day basis but never really spoke or knew anything personal about him.

Paired with his looks it was much more common to hear the rumours about him and how he acts with his family. Some, mostly residents outside of Kings Landing believed that he held little love for his relatives but those within the castle knew much better.

He was constantly speaking to his mother about the court and what he may do to help ease the burden. Arguing with Aegon about how he treated women and sank in his wine trying to knock some sense into his older brother before he got himself killed. Defending Helaena from comments about her odd visions and sayings. He was by no means a cruel person towards his family.

When you became his friend and someone he genuinely cared for you came into his circle of protection. Said protection also meant a helping hand whenever you needed it.

Your parents were adamant on you having company of a knight at all times. They would lead you where you wanted to go and wait for you to be finished. Most times it felt as though you were a burden from how they would essentially grip your arm and drag you around.

You were not allowed to attend lessons that all ladies from high standing houses were meant to part take in. It left you feeling like a disappointment at best and while you never openly said it, anyone who saw the relationship between yourself, and your family could see it.

Your sisters often teased you for not attending lessons and would trip you slightly as you walked past. In truth, they did mean this in a light manner, but it certainly did not help you with how you felt.

Your brothers were similar, they didn't trip you as much, but they enjoyed jesting about your condition far more and in a more hurtful way.

You wanted to do those things, painting, stitching pictures onto thin cloths, gossiping with ladies of the court. But alas, you could not.

Deemed too different, too incomplete. It infuriated you, a complete contrast to your regular composure.

Naturally when Aemond heard of your wishes he set off doing what he could to help silently.

-- Becoming friends with Helaena.

When he introduces you to Helaena, your joint interest in plants and critters (more so for Helaena on the latter) meant that you'd become close to one another almost immediately. He was glad to see that you'd made friends with another person in the castle as he scarcely saw you in conversation with others outside of the dinner room and your own family.

Just as he'd predicted, Helaena had practically begged their mother so you could accompany her to her lessons. Ones that you weren't allowed to attend at your home away from the Red Keep.

Not only had he given you the opportunity to become friends with another girl (as most turned away after finding you were blind) but he'd also managed to get you into the lessons you so desperately wanted to attend since childhood in the space of a few days, without you ever realising he'd planned it from the start.

Ever the cunning prince.

Helaena would now join the two of you in the gardens when she was free, utterly delighted by the fact you did not fear bugs and arachnids.

You were told that they were ugly, scary things but you'd never been able to differentiate whether something was ugly or cute for obvious reasons.

Perhaps only centipedes were the exception, the feeling of hundreds of tiny legs running up your arm at a fast past was unnerving, but Aemond was always quick to remove the critters if you seemed to dislike them.

He too had been subjected to the same treatment (holding Helaena's bugs which she named ever so carefully) except he didn't have the pleasure of complete blindness to hide the bugs from him.

Then again all he had to do was close his good eye.

-- Walking through the Red Keep:

Another time when you visited the Red Keep, a few moons after your initial visit. You'd told Aemond how you felt about walking through the halls.

You wished to have the opportunity to not feel so useless and to walk on your own.

A few days later you were gifted a cane by the same prince you'd befriended.

Your parents had never allowed for you to have one because they thought that it was very unladylike to use one to move around. When you proposed that they could simply have one craft that looked fit for a lady of your standing they'd adamantly refused. They'd said that it would take too long to craft, be too expensive and that you would 'never use it'.

You knew that it was not the case. They just didn't want to spend money of you who they thought was a lost cause when it came to betrothals and weddings.

Aemond had done exactly what they refused to do for you despite only knowing you at the time for around five moons. He knew that you were a good person when you comforted him in the gardens, and he too felt what it was like to be unimportant in the eyes of a parent.

His father that is, Aegon often joked about Aemond being Mother's favourite but Aemond was more than smart enough to realise why. It was only because he was actively making an effort to hold the family together. In his mother's eyes, she needed Aemond to keep Aegon focused so that they could stand against Rhaenyra.

When he'd first gifted it, you spent 15 minutes feeling around the staff and all of its intricacies. You could feel a multitude of jewels, or were they crystals? Aemond was more than happy to tell you about each one.

It was a slim thing which made it far lighter and more appropriate for someone of your standing. Everything was in the colours of your house, including the jewels. It had light carvings of your house sigil as well.

An item fit for a princess, apparently Helaena had also given him ideas about what to be crafted.

You'd given the two of them a strong hug of gratitude in the privacy of Helaena's chambers.

Aemond would stand back a few feet and let you orientate the halls by yourself, something you'd never done before anywhere. It was a bit nerve-racking, and you called out the occasional 'Aemond?' just to make sure he was still there and hadn't left you fully to your own devices.

He always called back 'I'm here.'

He would warn you that you were coming up to a staircase but would otherwise let you try to move around objects by yourself unless you asked for a bit of assistance.

Eventually you began to memorise the halls of the Red Keep all by yourself (somewhat).

You would still walk into the occasional wall when someone distracted Aemond from you as they walked past, but he would always apologise and ask if you were okay. You only ever chuckled it off as your own clumsiness.

Laughing together about how you had a cane now yet still couldn't hold it in front of you.

When you needed to get somewhere quicker you would hold out your hands in his general direction and he would place his elbow between the two so that he could lead you.

He was much gentler and more understanding, you'd come to realise quickly.

--Some random bits:

He would often sit on your right during the lessons that you took with Halaena (she sat on your left). When you wanted to switch string, he would whisper what colour you were holding, and you would ask if it would match the picture you were trying to create (often using one of Helaena's previous pieces as a touch template)

He would give his honest opinion but remind you that it was ultimately your decision, not all great pieces of art came from a mix of similar colours. So, in the end you would end up using them regardless of what he'd said.

He would honestly explain what he was saying when he looked at your own stitching. Even if it was completely off but he would again tell you that you were trying your best so you would only end up improving.

He would always arrive you early to your family dinners in one of the rooms in the Red Keep and takes you to a free seat on the table to make sure that all your cutlery was there before leaving once some servants came in to keep you company before going to the main dinner hall that the royal family ate in.

While the ladies of the court where not exactly pleasant with you, the servants were more so since you were one of the few people in the Red Keep that were genuinely kind to them and thanked them for their service.

Once again, I would love to take requests for HOTD characters and on anything you'd like to see between this Aemond x Blind! Reader. Like please, I really wanna continue this thread XD.

If you wanna get tagged in this particular fanfiction for Aemond just comment it and I'll add you to a list. I forgot to mention that on the first one.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

I am here… I am ready… What’s bully!Gojo like? How does he treat/bug you, what keeps him coming back to you, all that good stuff?

cw ;; 18+, dc ahead!!! bully!gojo, richboy!gojo, dubcon, dark content cw, gojo is a menace to society, manipulation, toxicity, gojo being a rich dickwad, obsessive!tendencies, fingering, squirting. this is darker than i usually write so pls be careful!!

of all the characters in my series, i think gojo pushes the boundary of being evil and nice probably more than anyone else, even bakugou. all of gojos bullying is like.. rooted in this desire he has to humiliate you and he just.. i have it all out in my head in such a specific way.

gojo satoru is campus richboy. but he's well-liked, and handsome and he has money and everyone loves him. he gets plenty of attention when he's on campus, and it doesn't help at all that gojo is good at practically everything. he's mostly on the swim team but he plays tennis and polo and soccer half-ass. gojo doesn't really need to do any of those things and he hardly attends practice.

but he's gifted by nature, you know? and he's more than used to having everyone's attention. gojo comes from old money mostly. his parents and grandparents and he'll be well-off for the rest of his life. and as much as he's grateful for some elements of it.. he certainly has a tendency to get bored.

that much is certain. gojo satoru doesn't really find himself easily entertained. he's gojo satoru, you know? the best at everything. the most likeable, most charming, most talented. most people on your private campus seem to worship him and he'd be a liar to say he hated it. he likes the attention, but it's boring. he finds the whole thing to be very, very boring.

naturally, this is where you come along. you're on scholarship and financial aid and your only goals ever are to get through the semester and make sure you survive. you're hard working albeit always exhausted. you just don't wanna get sent back home, something along those lines. you're not plain but you're not stand-out. your main personality trait is being busy.

i think the way gojo encounters you is unique. it's probably at your part-time but mostly full time job. you work a lot and he's always coming in with his little group of friends. most of the time it's getou, and sometimes nanami joins as an underclassmen and he hardly ever notices you.

but he does notice you, not him directly but getou (who is the nice one of the two of them. you're the one from ochem, you always look a little disheveled. you wave hi to getou, seemingly annoyed with his commentary. you're not exactly meek. he can tell that you're the headstrong type, and something about that intrigues him.

he tries to get your attention, but introducing himself as an heir. you seem bored by him, you give him a tight-lipped smile and ask what he would like today. and it's the first time gojos been.. told no before.

it's weird, yknow? because it partly excites him. gojo is so used to having everyone throw themselves at him so blindly. but you look like you're hard-working and earnest and something about that makes gojo excited. in the most evil and twisted way.

it starts small. you'd forgotten about gojo since that evening but he hasn't been able to get you out of his head. gojo has free reign over everything, so much money practically no rules apply to him. but he doesn't normally break them because he finds it to be classless. he understands authority though he hardly respects it. it's the first time in his life he's ever gone out of his way to break rules or bend them, at least.

it starts small. he gets your schedule from the dean and then he makes it his. and he pays for it with a hefty check and a little wink. when the money gets pocketed, you're suddenly plagued with the site of him. at first you think it's a coincidence, maybe. but then you see him constantly. in each class he's looking right at you, stares at you the whole time as you forcefully look away. at first you're just confused. wondering if you'd done something to upset the guy.

but then he approaches you one day, and from then forward it becomes very clear that gojo has no intent of leaving you alone.

he doesn't do anything at the start. you know what gojo likes about you? is that you hardly seem to be reactive to him. it's always small. stealing your pens or pestering you in class. whispering to you, playing footsie. it's small. not bullying so much as frustration.

but he likes how you force yourself to hold it together. the lengths you go to pretend he's not there. it's almost upsetting, but exciting too. he's working so hard to get your attention, shouldn't you be a little more grateful?

he starts to push his limits, just a little. spends more time with you out of class and follows you around. starts pushing his boundaries. touches you a little more than you like, and shows you how much stronger he is than you with purpose. he wouldn't do something so heinous, it's classless, remember but you should know how easy it is for him to overpower you. you should know that he could. if he really wanted.

it escalates. so much and so quickly and without your say. he ends up coming by your studio apartment, only to inform you he's your landlord now. he spends all of his free time with you, and doesn't let you study. doesn't even let you work, constantly putting you at risk of getting fired. touching you too close or too much.

one day you get frustrated with it. it's been pent up in you for so long and you snap. you get so angry, at your job. you slam your hand on the counter with pure rage in your eyes.

"why the fuck won't you leave me alone? i don't get it? what have i ever done to you?" and you sound like you're about to cry. you're practically fuming.

and gojo does the worst thing he could do, and laughs. laughs this amused and soft little laugh and then gives you a look through his sunglasses.

"ive been working hard to get your attention, yknow? i just wanted you to like me. this is good though," he grins, and it sends a chill down your spine because oh my god, he's being serious "it's progress."

he sounds ecstatic by your little outburst. it horrifies you. your voice gets a little quiet.

"why?" is your simple question. gojo shrugs and you know from then on that this is your life now.

one thing you've learned about gojo is that he really will do whatever you want.

in the months after that, it grows increasingly apparent to you that gojo is absolutely not going to stop until he is involved in every part of your life. on the days you're not absolutely aggravated with him, or show him the slightest bit of lenience - he's practically beaming. it's almost alarming. it starts to click for you that gojo has his own fucked up sense for liking you and that everything he does is to do what he thinks will win your approval.

or less than that, what he can do to make sure he's all you ever have time for. it occurs to you, in a spine-chilling moment of clarity that you're the apple of his eye. it's just that.. gojo satoru is a richboy and an asshole with no sense of boundaries. and you're his new favorite thing.

he's always been something of a hedonist and you're a high he has yet to come down from.

you tell yourself he'll tire himself out and grow bored with you but months pass and nothing like that happens remotely. it only gets worse. he starts inviting you to his friend groups and making you attend all these rich people events with the threat of buying your job.

he really does drive you up a wall.

it's one of those night where you're invited to his weird family gathering and all of his friends are in attendance. you're exhausted and you have work in the morning. you don't find yourself looking forward to anything about the night, especially not gojo's. you find solace in getou though.

of all of gojos friends, you find him to be the most tolerable. he's not great. still a dick but he's sociable and funny and subdued. a breath of fresh air. while gojo has family responsibilities, you mingle with him. you drink together and getou smiles every time he sees you laugh or genuinely enjoy yourself. he'd take you for himself if he didn't know gojo.

but he does. and gojo satoru seems frivolous but when it comes to the object of his affection - he can't help but feel a disparity. so when he comes back after a not-so pleasant conversation on family fairs to see you laughing and smiling and acting so carefree with getou, he's not pleased to say the least.

it was your mistake, really. after everything gojos done, shouldn't you know better? you're his, his, his.

it's not the first time gojos kissed you. but it's the first time he seems to ignore the pleaing in your voice. it's a little harsher, a little meaner. all teeth when he nips at your mouth and traces down your jaw with his hands sliding up your dress. you've let him touch you here and there but you've never gone this far before. not with him, not with anyone.

"g-gojo, wait!"

he pauses, stops. the look in his eyes is stormy and flat. it almost scares you.

"hm?"

in a weird, weird way - you're most concerned about him being mad at you. you get all squirmy, disappointed because up until this point gojo's only ever been happy with you. you can tell in hindsight that now would be the perfect time to put it all to bed.

but you don't, and your voice comes out as a half squeak.

"...are you mad at me?"

it's so.. small. so soft and small and submissive. and gojo pauses and whatever anger he did have disappears because this is the closest you've ever gotten to depending on him. ever. in the history of ever.

if he were a good man, he would tell you no. if he were a good and moral man he would wipe that little needy look off of your face and tell you he wasn't mad.

too bad though, really - gojo satoru has never once been a good man before.

"just disappointed," he says, trying to hide the excitement in his voice "but if you let me touch you, right here - then i wouldn't be."

you shake a little.

"......really?" you ask. he grins.

"really." he promises.

that's how you end up like this. with your dress pulled down just barely past your tits and your skirt pulled up over your thighs and with gojo fingering you until you get everything all messy on his good suit.

you're in his childhood bedroom with the door cracked up. anyone could walk in, you're certain but it's hard to think of anything other than gojo and his long fingers. they're so thick and so huge - they stretch you out so nicely. he's always been dexterous and now you can feel it as he curls against your gspot with a thumb softly on your clit and sparkles in his eyes.

he could fuck you but somehow this is so much better. so much more gratifying as your pussy gets so sticky and drips all onto his nice and expensive pants. you look so good when you get defiled. you sound so sweet when you scream his name - buried so nicely inside of your pretty little pussy.

it's established to him that gojo satoru would be dead before he even let someone else near you. and the way you're squirting in his lap and all over everything makes him hard out of his fucking mind. his mouth closes softly on your tits and your voice goes all warbly.

"g-gojo, 'm gonna - ! it's nghhh,"

and that's when it happens, and a rush of warm liquid spills on him and you convulse with your whole body. you whine his name so fucking pretty and you cum so hard you see stars. you cum and you cum and you cum.

you're so delirious as you ride your high, but you hear it. gojos voice against your throat.

"you're mine forever, yknow?"

you do know. you've sealed your fate.

[angry-geese]

Can I request nsfw+fluff gojo x fem!reader? (established relationships) Just gojo being horny and needy after weeks not seeing reader due to work. (Uuuu and may I add breeding kink too <3 ) Lmaooo what's wrong with me✋🏻😔 I love your works btw and just take your time💕💕 here *slides a cookie 🍪 *

YESSSS gojo + breeding kink is top tier. i got a little carried away with this one lol

When We Meet Again

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Warnings: shameless smut. oral (fem receiving), creampies, mating press, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff and smut. slight somnophilia (kinda??) fem!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

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It's well past midnight by the time he gets home.

Save for a single light in the kitchen, the apartment is dark. Leftover pastries sit out on the counter, covered with a bowl to keep bugs from getting to them, alongside your keys, and an empty mug of tea. A grocery list has been stuck to the fridge. A rack of dishes sits beside the sink, drying.

You're not in your usual spot on the couch. He's not surprised. It's late. And though you don't have work in the morning, you were never one to stay up so long. You must have gone to bed already. You might have stayed up had he bothered to tell you he was coming home. But he didn't. His plans changed at the last moment, and not even he knew he'd be back so soon.

He hates being gone this long. He misses sleeping in his own bed. Sometimes he forgets just how cold a bed can be without someone else in it.

The door to your shared room is open. Though it's dark. There's a faint green glow from the alarm clock on the side table. The moon is full enough tonight to provide a bit of light; a pale silver glow fills the room. And there you are, curled up on his side of the bed. In one of his shirts. A black button up that’s a bit too big for you, with sleeves that hang well past your fingertips.

It's not like he can refuse. If he’s getting called out to help, then there's probably not someone who can go in his place. The strongest doesn't really have time to take a vacation. He’s on call 24/7. Between his teaching job at Jujutsu Tech, and the major clans of Jujutsu society constantly demanding his attention, he’s rather short on free time.

It was a tedious job. Not worth his time. Not particularly tough, albeit time consuming. But the previous two sorcerers came back with nothing. And so he was sent out. Cleaning up someone else's mess.

The first week he called every day. The job wasn’t supposed to take any longer than that. Or so you both assumed. As the second rolled through, your calls grew shorter, and less frequent. He found himself frustrated with the lack of contact. It wasn't either of your faults. Your work called for you to be out during the little free time he had. Overtime. When you did have time to call each other, you were often exhausted, and short with him. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship.

The worst part of it all; he couldn't fuck you. And for a man that could go multiple rounds in a day, that was miserable. His love language is touch. Not being able to hold you was… well, miserable.

You don't really know the extent of the effect you have on him.

He's too tired to change, and he showered before he left, so he strips to his boxers and pulls his side of the blankets aside. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway. You always choose Sundays for laundry day, because that's the day before you have to go back to work. There's just enough room between you and the edge of the bed for him to slip in.

When something makes him stop dead in his tracks.

It's your voice. You’re calling out his name. You aren't awake, and though you do sometimes talk in your sleep, tonight is different. When it does happen, it's usually nonsense. Soft, endearing babble that he can't help but listen to. He says your name, softly, but you don't respond. Enough moonlight streams in through the window to see your face. Your brows are knit in concentration—possibly frustration—and sweat beads in your hairline.

Are you having a nightmare?

The bed dips under his weight as he sits, resting a hand on your thigh. Your skin is rather warm, he notes. You roll over onto your side, burying your face in his pillow. He pulls the blankets up, tucking them around your shoulders, as you’ve kicked them down by your feet in your sleep.

There it is again. You say his name, but there's a level of desperation behind it.

There's no denying the wetness between your thighs. You squeeze your thighs together in an unconscious attempt to get some relief. Your breathing is labored.

It's only a moment later that the realization kicks in.

The grin that splits his face can only be described as malicious in nature.

His hand creeps higher on your thigh, nudging the hem of your—his—shirt up. You’re not wearing anything underneath. The sight of your slick cunt is nearly enough to make his cock stand to attention.

His gaze falls to the curve of your hips, just barely illuminated by the moonlight. He likes the light of you in his shirt a little more than he likes to admit. Though he’s never been quiet about how much he appreciates your body.

Your body freezes the moment his thumb grazes across your slit. So does he. You’re so wet. Must be a real nice dream. You roll onto your back, your legs parted slightly. The soft gasps and moans that leave you are like music to his ears. Gojo takes this as an invitation to continue, his hand moving further up your thigh, lazily tracing circles into it.

You must've missed him more than he expected.

Your body registers that someone is touching you before it registers just who is doing such. In your sleepy, dream-ridden state you don't recognize the figure in front of you. In the dim light of the room, you can make out a mess of white hair, and the reflection of dark, round glasses shoved up into his hairline. Gojo’s eyes practically reflect in the dark.

You jolt awake, sitting up. “Jesus christ-”

“‘S just me, Mochi,” he says, though it does little to settle your nerves.

If you weren't awake before, you certainly are now.

“What? You watch people in their sleep now?!” You scold. “‘Toru- you scared the hell out of me!”

You flop back on the bed. The blankets pool around your hips. You reach to pull them back up, finding your bed colder than usual.

"You were calling out my name." He says.

"Oh," you say, and though there's little light in the room, he watches your face flush, "must have been dreaming about you."

“Wanna recreate what you were dreaming?” He asks. Rather smugly, might you add.

You roll your eyes. “Go to sleep.”

"Scoot over then. I'm gonna fall off the bed."

This prompts an evil sounding giggle from you, followed by a: "fall then."

"Alright," he says, rolling over to lay on you, throwing his arm around your waist. You’re effectively pinned under him, as the awkward angle won't allow you any leverage to throw him off. He attacks the exposed part of your neck with kisses, sucking hickeys into the flesh of your neck and shoulders. His hair tickles your skin.

“‘Toru- stop!” You squeal. “Let me go-”

“Not until you apologize,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your jaw.

“Never!”

“Then I guess I won't let you go.”

His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. One of his hands finds your own, his fingers lacing with yours. His legs tangle with yours in a way that holds them in place. Worming out of his grip in this position would be a near impossible task.

You suppose there’s worse fates than this.

It would be easier to stay awake if he wasn't so warm. Or if he didn't smell so nice. Or if he wasn't softly rocking your body with each breath he takes. His thumb traces soft circles around your knuckles. Gojo’s breath is warm against your neck, making goosebumps rise along the soft flesh. The steady sound of it is almost enough to lull you to sleep.

"I missed you." You say. Your voice is almost too soft to hear.

“I know.” He says. His arms give your midsection a reaffirming squeeze. “I missed you too.”

“How was work?”

“A shitshow,” he says, leaning to nip at your earlobe, “but I get to come home to you, so it’s not all bad. How’s everything been around here?”

“Quiet.” You say. “Kinda boring without you. I wish you told me you’d be home tonight. I would have done something special.”

“It was a spur of the moment decision.” He says. “I didn't expect to be home so soon either.”

“We should do something tomorrow, then,” you say, “a new ramen place opened up down the street. You know where the old bakery used to be? They leased the place out.”

Gojo hums in response. Ramen sounds nice. Especially now. But he’s too tired and too horny to worry about food. Why have ramen when he has a meal right in front of him? Or a snack, as he often likes to call you. To which you roll your eyes, but there's no denying how he makes you blush.

You take back what you said about finding it easy to sleep. He’s moving around a bit too much for that. Gojo isn't subtle about it either. Nothing about the man is. He foregos subtly in favor of announcing nearly everything he does. Loudly. Who would dare stop him?

But you guess it's part of his charm. His dorky, sappy charm. You’ve kind of signed up for it, so you’re not complaining.

You scoot away from the edge of the bed a bit, thinking he needs more room. Gojo pulls you back to his chest, thinking you’re trying to run away from him.

“Quit squirming.” You hiss.

“Sorry Mochi,” he says, “just tryna get comfortable.”

And he really does mean it. But he’s been gone from you for so long that he's forgotten how nice your body feels against his. A little too nice, he’ll admit. Phone sex is nice, but it's not the same as the real thing. It gets old after a while. His hand doesn't quite compare to yours. Or the real thing. Something hard presses against your thigh from behind.

That's when it clicks. You just smell so nice. Your body is so warm against his. You look so nice in his shirt. Can you really blame him for getting hard?

You aren't sure he knows that you know. You shift a bit. It appears you’re only trying to get comfortable. His grip around your waist loosens, allowing you to settle a bit closer to him. You can't help it if your shirt rides up a bit, exposing the perfect curve of your ass. He prefers you in nothing at all, though the sight of you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice one. Any sight of you is. Gojo is shameless in the way he adores your body.

Once settled, his arms return to your waist. His head falls into the crook of your neck. He’s doing little to hide the tent he sports in his boxers. Maybe he thinks you don't notice. Or maybe he’s trying to ignore it.

“Stop that,” he says.

“I'm not doing anything,” you say, with the same evil giggle as before.

“Why do I not believe you?”

His lips find your neck, sucking a dark mark into your pulsepoint. The sudden sensation of lips on your neck makes you squeal. In your ear he coos every sappy nickname in the book that makes you blush.

You hardly notice as his hand trails lower. Your legs part just enough for him to slip his hand between them. He does nothing but seek out your warmth. Yet.

A familiar tension returns to your stomach. It's not unpleasant.

So that's what he was doing. Not that you’re complaining.

“Missed you, Mochi,” he says, gasping at the wet feeling of your cunt, “missed you so much. You have any clue what it's like being around all those weird old men all day? For days on end, no end in sight?”

It always surprises you just how bad the man can be with words, yet how good he is with his mouth.

His fingers find your clit, drawing lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. Your breath catches in your throat. You can't deny how nice his long fingers feel inside of you.

“Seems like you’ve missed me too.” He says, his breath warm against your ear.

“Whatever you want to think, old man,” you say. Though you have missed him. You always do. But there's some fun to be had by teasing him.

“Old man?!” He sounds genuinely hurt. “Don't be like that. I know you like having me around.”

“Oh really? What makes you think that?”

His fingers move to press into the tight entrance of your cunt, his thumb brushing across your clit. The soft gasp that leaves you is practically music to his ears. To give him credit, he is good with his hands.

“Did you think about me while I was gone,” he coos, “did you touch yourself while you did it? I did. Couldn't keep my mind off this sweet cunt of yours. I think I want a taste.”

Your only response is a soft moan. Heat pools low in your stomach, growing in intensity with each skilled movement of his hand. He moves so you can lay on your back. Your hands find the sheets, holding them in a death grip. Gojo nudges your legs further apart with one of his knees.

The kiss he pulls you into is uncharacteristically soft, and needy. He moans nearly as loud as you when you nibble on his bottom lip, hips lips parting, allowing the strong muscle of your tongue to explore his mouth.

Your hands work to undo the top few buttons of your shirt, exposing your breasts. His free hand comes up to grope appreciatively at your tits. Gojo has never been shy about how much he adores them. Or shy ever, to his credit. You’re his, and he would show you off to the world if you’d let him.

But sometimes he prefers to steal you into his domain, and hold you there. Close. Where you’ll always be at his side. The one place in this universe he can truly promise you’ll be safe.

You hardly notice as his kisses trail down your neck. Down the valley between your breasts. Working the last few buttons of your shirt open with his long fingers. What you do notice is the sudden absence of his hand.

Your legs part to give him room to settle between them. His head rests on your stomach. His warm breath tickles your skin.

"You gonna let me have a taste?" He asks, nipping at your thigh.

You swallow hard, eyes locked on him. Slowly, you nod.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm tongue, licking a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. He's not touching you where you need him most. And that frustrates you. You buck your hips up towards his mouth, eliciting a soft laugh from him. He can't tease you too long. His cock is painfully hard, leaking against his thigh in his boxers. He can only hold himself back for so long.

You freeze at the feeling of a hot tongue against your clit.

Gojo eats pussy like a starving man, presented with his favorite meal. He does nothing short of savoring you. How you smell, how you taste, how you sound. He's shameless in how he adores this. Gojo moans nearly as loud as you at the taste of your cunt. Sweeter than his favorite dish. Meant to be savored.

You can't deny that he's good with his mouth. His tongue works circles around your clit, drawing gasps and moans from you.

Heat builds in your stomach, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. One that comes upon you far sooner than expected.

Maybe you’re more pent up than you thought.

Your thighs clench around his head as you cum hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, working you through it with his skilled mouth. He’d stay with his head between your legs forever if you’d let him. Which you don't, as overstimulation soon registers in your lust addled mind, and you shove his head away.

The lower half of his face glistens in the dim light, wet with saliva, and your own slick. He’s far from subtle in the way he licks his lips, or groans at your taste. He may have gotten a bit too excited. It's not unlike him to get carried away. How can he resist a fertile cunt like yours?

“I think you should taste yourself,” he says. His hands move to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss. You taste yourself on his lips. His hardened cock grinds against his thigh.

“‘Toru-” you whine.

“What's the matter baby?” He coos. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me.” You say. “I need you, ‘Toru. I need your cock in me.”

“Why didn't you say so?” He says, though the desperation in his voice is palpable.

He wastes no time in shoving his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock.

He’s not the most intimidating in size, but his cock is nice, and fairly thick, with a slight upward curve. The patch of hairs towards the base are soft, and white. Generally you don't need a whole lot of prep to take him. Which is helpful when he can't keep his hands to himself, and insists on fucking you in the bathroom during dinner. As much as he likes to take his time with you, he’ll take you anywhere you’ll let him. At work, or over every flat surface of your apartment. Not a single room of your home was spared. Not that either of you mind.

“Gotta work you open first,” he says, “don't want you to be too tight, do we?”

Between his saliva, and your own slick, you put up little resistance. He’s able to slide one finger in. Then a second, with no issue. His fingers curve, stroking your g-spot. His thumb works soft circles around your sensitive clit as he works you open with his fingers. Really, this is unnecessary. Your cunt is practically dripping with your own arousal.

He makes a show of licking his fingers, groaning at the taste of you. Gojo really has no shame.

The moan he lets out as he sheathes himself is truly sinful.

It's another moment before he starts thrusting.

Gojo needs a moment to collect himself. He’s been working himself up for hours if not days. All the nights he spent, thinking of what he’d do to you once he got home. He’s gone over this day in his head about a hundred times.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. His taunts turn into senseless babble. Strands of praise mixed with Gojo’s overall dorky remarks. Pleas of your name, calling you mochi, baby, honey, and every other sappy nickname he can think of. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He’s not going to let you leave this bed until you’re thoroughly marked up.

Tension grows in your stomach like a rubber band being stretched tight. Your previous orgasm has left you overly sensitive, and leaves another orgasm creeping up on you sooner than expected. His hand falls to your stomach, working lower until his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.

He presses your legs further back, shoving them almost to your chest. The stretch leaves a pleasant burn in your hips. Your body isn't really meant to bend this way, though it’s not completely uncomfortable. It's not long before he has you into a full mating press, rutting against you desperately, fucking you into the mattress. The bed frame groans in protest with each of his thrusts. Deep, and unrelenting. Gojo’s cock curves in such a way that hits your sweet spots just right, leaving you writing under him.

“Gonna put a baby in you, Mochi,” he says, “gonna breed this pretty cunt of yours.”

You nod along desperately. You want nothing more than for him to cum inside, filling you completely.

He silences your moan with a kiss, his teeth clashing against yours. His tongue presses past your lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. You can still taste yourself on him.

A line of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away.

“Not gonna ask you to take all of it,” he says, “but take everything I got.”

And with that, he can't hold back any longer, painting your womb white. Gojo’s cum is normally thick, and there's normally a lot of it. Today even moreso. Two weeks away hasn't helped with that. Cum runs down your thighs in streams, ruining your sheets.

The elders aren't going to be happy that he’s so reckless with his precious seed, but Gojo couldn't give a damn. The elders can talk all they want. That's all they're good for. He gets to cum in a warm place, and that's more than any of the others can say.

He practically collapses on top of you.

Gojo shifts so less of his body weight is on top of you. And though the room is rather warm, you find yourself nuzzling into his body, seeking out his warmth. His arms have always given you a sense of security, especially when wrapped up in them. They find your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest.

For a moment the two of you lay there, basking in each other's warmth.

You’ll have to get up in a bit anyway. To clean yourself up, and change the sheets. And get a new shirt. Probably another one of Gojo’s. He’s never been against seeing you wear his clothes. They never stay on you for long, though.

You pry his arms off, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, but he notices, and tightens his grip.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, sounding rather offended.

“To get a drink,” you say, “I'm thirsty. Why? Do you want one too?”

“You think I’d let you go after just one round?” He asks. “You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve fucked you full of my cum.”

You're in for a long night.

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Bakugou Katsuki x pregnant reader

Bakugo as a father? Yes.

Will there be a part two? Idk. If y’all want one, I’ll definitely make one. I loved writing this.

Here are some people who inspire me! @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts

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He was ecstatic when you told him you were pregnant, “Is this a fucking joke, shitty woman?” His words were harsh but you saw the excitement in his red eyes, the pure uncontainable joy at hearing that he’d have a child.

“No, baby.” You cupped his face gently and kissed his forehead as he dove down to your stomach to place kisses all over every part.

He was always in the kitchen, making stuff for your cravings, smiling brightly when you told him that the food was good. He scowled most of the time but you saw the lining of joy around every twitch of his lips.

Only when your stomach started to round was when Bakugou really got all over you. He was constantly stopping randomly from doing different things around the house to kiss you and your tummy and sometimes he would lay you on the couch and talk to the babies. Yes babies. While you might not have had a huge history of twins in your family, there was a small trace and Bakugou was the leaning factor to you having two children at once.

“Baby!! Come feel!” You shrieked to your husband from the living area. You heard clambering from the kitchen and soon your gorgeous love of your life was in your face asking what was wrong.

“Did something happen? Are you okay? Did your water break early!?”

“No, baby. It’s too early for my water to break; feel.” You pulled his strong, scarred and calloused hands onto your stomach and his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m gonna be a fucking dad!” He laid his head on your tummy as you stroked his cheek. His tears plopped on your bump leaving small water stains in their place, soaking into the fabric.

When your second trimester came around you were a lot more moody. You cried and laughed within five minutes and Bakugou was pulling his hair out with how quickly your moods were changing, one minute you were laughing with him and cradling his face, the next you were throwing your shoes at the poor man as he booked it away.

The whole time you were pregnant you felt calm. Even when you were screaming at your partner or throwing a tantrum, you were still so comfortable; it felt like you just ate enough that you weren’t bursting, but warm and ready for a nap.

Bakugou was still the number one hero and he still had work to do. While he was away, you busied yourself with painting little things, making little cloth dolls for your future daughters or sons, though you were certain they were girls, and felt at peace. God forbid you tried to do any physical labor with boo around.

When your third trimester rolled into place, Bakugou took time off to get prepared for his children, you’d think that he’d go down in ranking because he’d be gone, but his fans were super happy that the explosive blonde was settling down and taking care of his family; he stayed number one the entire time he was away, Midoriya not far behind.

You were huge. Like actually. You looked like you were caring Katauki’s entire weight set.

This time around you were calmer then you’d ever been, Bakugou on the other hand, was a mess. He was still excited, but he was nervous and re-packing your hospital bag every other day. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when you peacefully called him and told him your water broke.

He drove all the way from the grocery store and picked you up from out front of your small home.

“Can we get lunch before we go to the hospital?” You asked from the seat beside him, the over night bag on your lap.

“You want to go where??” His vein bulged and he looked at you like you grew another head.

“Can we stop by that little cafe for a bit?” You looked at him and smiled, your eyes closing as you tilted your head.

“Whatever, dumbass.” He grumbled, a blush adorning his face.

And so there you were, both sitting by the window in a cafe, eating sandwiches together. Smiling and chomping down on the two pieces of bread with filling in between. You having to sit backed up from the table with your tummy so large.

“Excuse—excuse me, Dynamite, may I have your and your wife’s autograph?” A nervous little boy asked shyly. Before your husband could deny or except, you grabbed his little notepad gently and signed it with a warm smile. The little boy’s sister held his hand and looked up at you with wide eyes, she couldn’t have been older then five.

“Are you princess? Mommy said you a princess.” The little girls round face with bright cheeks almost brought tears to your eyes on how cute she was.

“No, but you must be, right?” She nodded eagerly. “Well, you take good care of the kingdom, alright?” She smiled and tightened her grip on her older brother’s hand.

You passed the notepad and pen to your husband who signed it with a far-off look on his face.

The little boy walked excitedly to his moms but the little girl clung to your leg and smiled up at Bakugou then ran to her mothers, her blonde curls bouncing in there little pigtails.

You looked at your husband for a while while he looked off into space, when you felt the sharp pain of a contraction you knew it was about time you head to the hospital. So you stood and payed for your meals without Bakugou.

When you waddled back to the table he was still there in the same position.

“Sweetpea, it’s time to go, baby.” You grabbed his arm and gently pulled him out of his seat. You walked out the door with him and his eyes got hit by sunlight and he snapped out of it.

“That was our kid.” He stated no longer glossy eyed.

“What do you mean?”

“That was our future daughter. That’s exactly what they’re going to look and act like. That was them! They’ll have your eye color and my hair and she adored you as much as our gremlins will.” His smiled was broadly proclaiming his excitement as a few tears rolled down his face.

You would’ve hugged him if your contraction didn’t have you roll into yourself. “Ow! Okay let’s get going to the hospital! I’m very much about to have a child!”

The color in his face drained and he ushered you into the front seat.

The trip to the hospital was full of Bakugou yelling on the phone to his best friend about how it was time and how to get to the hospital... he didn’t know where the hospital was and was having a panic attack as you were doing breathing exercises next to him, gripping the car door tightly.

Finally you made it to the emergency room and a few nurses had you sit in a wheelchair and they pushed you to the delivery room, Bakugou’s footsteps comforting you.

Bakugou’s gripped your hand tightly when it was finally time to push, you had been preparing in the room for three hours and it was time for your kids to come out.

You screamed in pain as your vagina was literally being ripped open to make passage for your first child. Sweat dribbled down your face and Bakugou stood tall next to you, not fainting like you thought he would, though, he has seen both your genitals and blood in his life, so you supposed it wasn’t that much of a surprise.

“It’s a girl!” The nurse yelled when a screaming baby was introduced to the world. You slumped in pain as people bustled around you, the nurse quickly cleaned and wrapped the baby up and put the in the hands of another nurse as they waited for you to have your second baby.

“Miss, there seems to be two more in your womb.” The doctor between your legs said nervously.

“What!?” You almost started crying out of how much pain you were in but smiled at the prospect of your husband with three little ones running around,

Bakugou’s face was pretty much void of color and emotion but he kept holding your hand firmly.

The same process was repeated twice, you had about an hour in between each child and came out victorious with three daughters. Bakugou’s arms held two of them while you held one with a proud smile.

The oldest of the three was Bakugou Victoria, she was victorious in her birth.

The second was Bakugou Senshi, meaning warrior.

Lastly was little Bakugou Katrina. Katsuki liked the name and you picked out the other two.

Victoria and Katrina had Bakugou’s honey blonde hair but Senshi had strawberry blonde hair which you didn’t expect at all.

After that and many tears, you were cuddled in your hospital bed, three cribs with sleeping babies to the side as Bakugou held your hand and whispered how amazing you were.

“You were so good, my love. I’ve never met anyone braver. I wouldn’t be strong enough to push out three amazing girls. I love you so much. So much.” He kissed your lips gently after every sentence, showing you his absolute love and affection through sweet words and his lips. You smiled and closed your eyes to fall asleep.

That slumber didn’t last long before Katrina was screaming her head off and woke up Senshi with her loud exclamations, Victoria, however, was fast asleep in her crib snoring slightly.

You opened your eyes to your gorgeous husband with two babes in his arms rocking back and forth, he swayed as he walked trying his best not to accidentally trip over his own feet. You smiled brightly and reached out to him and he walked over to you and handed you Senshi, her red hair and green onesie being the only indicate to her identity.

Those days passed quickly. You and Bakugou barely got any sleep to the three sweethearts as they grew older. Senshi’s big eyes were the first to started following you both around everywhere you went smiling when she saw her daddy’s face. The doctors said she had very good eyesight for her age.

Katrina was the first to start walking, she was constantly confused as to where she would end up, usually in front of a wall, not knowing that you could just turn around and you’d be away from the wall. Her cries would alert you both that Katrina was in front of some wall somewhere, and didn’t know where she was.

Victoria however... well she would run and walk around but she still wasn’t speaking, it didn’t worry you too much but you talked with your husband and he thought that it would be good to ask a doctor.

When you went to the doctor, your suspicions of her being deaf were thrown out the window, thankfully. She was fine, just wasn’t very vocal about herself, though the doctor said that might change over time.

And it did. Victoria turned out to be your loudest daughter, she would scream excitedly and blabber on about something you didn’t understand as the three sat in a triangle on the carpet.

You were making dinner when Bakugou came stomping and and flopped onto the floor and started babbling nonsense to your girls who stared at him with wide eyes, smiles were all around as all four started gurgling unintelligible words.

“Dada, dada, boo... boo, die! Die!” Yes “die”, not the best first word for Katrina, but Bakugou said it enough.

“Lalalala!” Bakugou answered her, his voice grumbling.

Victoria’s arms shook excitedly as she suddenly grabbed her daddy’s fluffy hair and smashed her face into it, slobbering all over it.

“No, sweet girl, let’s chew on a toy, okay?” Katsu was being so sweet lately. He barely swore around the babies and in general had been the softest thing ever.

You smiled at the circle of your four favorite people as they all giggled with one another excitedly.

“Dinner!” You called and Bakugou swooped up all his daughters up and brought them giggling to their high-chairs.

You and he feed the girls the baby food in little bottles and watched Victoria violently spit it all back on your husband.

“Shii-oot!” He cried as he wiped of his face with a baby wipe. You smiled at him when he looked at you and he scoffed, flipping you off making you giggle. Bakugou finished feeding Senshi and Katrina while you got to eat your food.

He was so helpful. Cleaning after his kids, helping you around the house, and on his bad work days he would hold his daughters close to him and release stress as they all babbled words that were becoming closer to actual sentences.

To be continued???????

Edit: it was continued. And more to come.

[misses-winter-soldier]

Broken+broken=fixed

Steve chetead on you but Bucky's there to show you what love really is.

Steve x reader -> Bucky x reader

Mention of nightmares, trauma, human lab rat

A bit angst

English isn't my first language so i apologize if they're mistakes.

Don't copy, translate or repost without tagging!

Part 1.

I meat Steve almost 2 years ago when I was trying to run from Hidra. I was a lab rat. They always wanted perfection. Perfect serum more specifically so they constantly made new versions that they needed to test. That's where I come in. I was the human tester. Well, after 27 versions of the serum I don't know how human I am anymore. They started when I was a baby. And never stopped. When they realized they can no longer control me they tried to kill me. Nothing worked. So they settled for hurting me enough to make me to weak to run. They tested weapons on me now. But I escaped. I was so lost until Steve came into my life. He helped me get away and even got me accepted in his team of superheroes. We've been dating for little over a year now. Everything was great in the beginning. He was nice, sweet, thoughtful. A gentleman. Last 2 months were different. He was cold and distant. He missed all our dates and movie nights. I would be asleep at the time he would come home. Mornings were awful. He couldn't get out faster. I felt something was off but I put it on the stress of finding Bucky and trying to help his best friend to get back on his feet.

Now 2 more months passed since Bucky came to leave with us. He didn't like me. I tried everything. Making him breakfast, baking cookies for him, inviting him to movie nights. Nothing. He would avoid me with all costs. If he had to be around me he would ignore me. It bugs me. He's my boyfriends best friend and he hates me.

4 months since Bucky has been living with Steve and I

Steves on a mission. Has been for 2 weeks now so it's just me and Bucky. He has nightmares every night. Tonight it's no different except that I can't listen to him anymore. He hates me but needs a friend right now.

*Knock knock*

"Bucky? Are you ok?" No answer. "Can I come in?" I hear some shuffling inside and the door opens. Shirtless. His shirtless.*hot hot hot* He's covered in sweat. Eyes red and puffy. He looks scared and sad.

"What do you want?"

"I know you had another nightmare. Are you ok? Do want to talk about it? Do you need anything? Water? Food? A hug?"

"I'm fine. Why can't you just leave me alone. I don't want to be friends i don't like you"

"No you're not fine. And why do you have to sound so rude when I'm just trying to help you? I know you don't like me. I get that. You made it obvious from day one but I'm not your enemy Bucky. I don't know why you hate me but I'm just trying to help you. I know what it feels like. I know the nightmares and shit. And i know Steve told you about my past. I just want to help you and you're always such a jerk to me. But fine. You don't want my help? OK! But then be quiet and let me sleep. I felt bad for you Bucky. For what they did to you . But not anymore. You know why? Because you refuse to get help. You don't want to get better. You've been pushing people away from day one. You want to be alone? Perfect! Be alone! But I need sleep so shut up!"

I'm awful. Where did all this come from?

Bucky was stunned and hurt so he shut the door in my face. I went back to my room and back to sleep just to wake up 10 min later to a crying Bucky sitting in my room.

"You ok ?"

"No. But you already know that."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry. I know i was an ass. I just don't know what to do. I'm scared and and and i want a hug please "

I moved a little and patted the spot next to me telling Bucky to sit down.

Next morning was a bit tense. We fell asleep cuddling and woke up with him spooning me. Morning+man = something poking my ass but hey he can't control that. At least he slept without nightmares and honestly i haven't sleept that good in a while.

I was making breakfast when my phone buzzed

Steve: mission's going to last a few more weeks. Is buck ok?

Me: He's fine. How long is it going to be? I miss you babe❤️

Seen

Me: call me when you can. Take care of yourself. Love you ❤️❤️

Seen

*Wow. Boyfriend of the year huh*

Part 2

[takenbypeter]

One Chance

X-Men Evolution Toad x mutant!reader

Word Count: 1,249

Summary: Toad always hears the same answer from you every single time, “no.” What happens when you finally agree to a date.

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Don’t judge me, I wrote this after watching X-Men Evolution S3E7: The Toad, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. My man’s deserves love on that show.

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“Don’t look now, but here comes your not so secret admirer,” said your best friend Kitty. You let out a little sigh already knowing exactly who she was talking about.

When you had moved to the institute you had expected difficulties. New town, new neighbors, new people who think you’re a freak. But what you didn’t expect was an admirer.

Toad.

Toad, although still a part of the brotherhood, showed no hesitation in declaring his feelings for you. “Good afternoon sugar plum. I hope you’ve had a beautiful day,” you rolled your eyes at his words. You knew Toad. It was no secret that everyday, he would hit on the same three people, (including yourself). For the first half of the day he’d hit on Rogue, then the second half you, and from your multiple run-ins with Wanda Maximoff you knew he’d turn to her after school.

“Hello Toad,” you said with a friendly smile, “my day was fine, thank you.” Unlike Rogue and Wanda though, you’ve always decided against being rude to the boy. Although he constantly asked you out, not once has he ever pushed it to the point where you were uncomfortable. “How was your day?” You asked.

“Better now that I got to see you,” he reaches out to lean against a locker before failing epically. You laughed at his little stumble before composing yourself. Noticing the little exchange Kitty began tugging on your arm.  “Okay well, Kitty and I were just about to head home, so see you tomorrow,” you said, allowing yourself to be pulled away. “Wait,” Toad jumped in front of you, “I didn’t get to ask you,” here it comes. He points a finger at you then at himself, “you…me…date tonight.”

You open your mouth about to let the word no come out naturally, just like it has every other day. But then you close it. Toad wasn’t that bad. The guy’s never gotten a yes before and you were starting to feel…honestly a little bad. Your eyes landed on Kitty’s which were wide as she frantically waved her hands from behind him. One date couldn’t hurt, right?

“Okay, sure.”

Kitty froze mid wave, shocked by your answer. “Okay, I understand,” Toad mumbled dejectedly as he began to walk off with his shoulders slumped.

“I said yes,” you reiterate and he turns around visually growing ecstatic, “wait you said yes!”

You nod in response and he jumps back over, “oh you are not going to regret it. I’ll come by the mansion at seven. This is going to be the best date ever!” He shouts jumping all the way out the door.

You turn back to Kitty who’s giving you a crazy-eyed look, “do you just know what you just did?”

You nod and begin to walk off as Rogue joins you two. “Toad…that was Toad.”

Rogue looks at Kitty questioningly before turning to you, “what is she going on about?”

Kitty answers for you, practically screaming, “Y/n just agreed to go on a date…with Toad!” Rogue looks back at you, surprise written on her face. You shrug in response, “I felt bad, plus it’s just one date.” You walked off, as they continued to stare at you baffled by your decision.

You weren’t nervous about the date. But as it did get closer to seven you started to feel some jitters. At seven you stood outside the mansion, waiting for him to show up. “Sorry I’m late,” Toad says walking up to you. You check your phone screen seeing that it was exactly seven. “Toad, you’re right on time?”

“Yeah well I planned on getting here earlier but then my ride bailed on me,” he mumbles cursing at Lance before turning back to you. “Now,” he holds out a hand in your direction, “let’s go my love bug,” he says. You shoot him a warning look while he shows a sheepish smile, “I mean Y/n.” You grin, taking his hand in yours. “Let’s go!” He shouts again before heading off to who knows where.

It isn’t until you’re standing on a boardwalk looking up at the tall rides that you realize where you are. “Toad?” You ask, staring up at one of the biggest rollercoasters you’ve ever seen. “Yeah?” He asks.

“You do know my mutation includes sonic scream. Right?” You turn to see him with eyes wide before he quickly recollects himself, “of course my sweet siren, which is why we’re here for this,” he hastily spins you around towards the game section of the boardwalk.

You both end up playing a couple of arcade games first. It turns out he’s quite good at arcade games. But actual booth games…not so much.

You had been standing at the same booth for over twenty minutes, all because you had mentioned that the stuffed bear was cute. After failing for about the tenth time you noticed Toad getting frustrated and you could already tell he was about to use his powers. But before he could, you intervened, “Toad, come on let’s not waste all our time on this one thing.”

Successfully pulling him away from the booth, his shoulders droop. “Aww man I’m such a loser.”

“Don’t be hard on yourself, these games are rigged most of the time.” He shook his head at your words, “not just that. I mean look at me,” he motions his hand in the air, up and down. “I’m practically a freak. I don’t even understand why you agreed to go out with me.”

“Hey!” You yell turning to him with a stomp of your foot. He jumps back at your sudden shout, “don’t talk about yourself like that. This date has been perfect. You’ve been super sweet and funny.” It’s true. Although there’s been some slip ups, he’s managed to turn them all into something positive.

“You don’t need to go out to try to impress me.” His eyes look up and meet yours for a moment before you avert your own gaze. “You’ve already impressed me.”

Toad suddenly grabs your hand, gaining your attention and with a smile on his face he begins tugging you back towards the booth. “Where are we going?” You ask.

“To get you that bear!”

Eventually the date comes to an end and you two arrive back at the institute empty handed. “Sorry I couldn’t win you anything,” he apologizes and you shake your head. “It’s okay. I just can’t believe you offered to pay forty bucks for it.”

“I can’t believe the guy didn’t take my offer,” he  added and you let out a laugh before you stopped at the front door.

“I don’t want this to end,” he says. “Well me neither but we have school tomorrow and then I have training,” you reason.

“I know. But I feel like when I wake up tomorrow, this will all be a dream.”

You tilt your head thinking about what to do before you get an idea. Leaning forward you press your lips against his cheek for a second. Tilting back you catch him staring at you with a blank expression and no words for the first time that whole night.

You clear your throat before saying, “there. That’s how you know it wasn’t a dream.” He remains silent and you reach for the door handle, “goodnight Toad.” You shut the door behind you and it isn’t until you’re out of his sight that his face erupts into a huge grin while he fist-pumps the air.

~~~~~

Okayyyyyy…so I may have written him a little sweeter than he is in the show, but I feel like if he actually got with someone he would 1,000% do whatever they say

[hbalto]

“Can I Call You Mum?”

Cockroaches.

Johnny’s family garage had become infested with cockroaches.

This wouldn't have been a problem if the garage wasn't Johnny's main source of income and, oh yeah, where he lived.

Fortunately, Johnny's dad had saved money in case of catastrophes like this, so calling, scheduling, and paying an exterminator and/or fumigator wasn't a problem.

Problem was, as mentioned before, that the garage was where Johnny lived, and according to the fumigator, animals and bug bombs dont mix well. So, Johnny needed somewhere to reside for at least 2 days before he could be allowed back into his home again.

As he drove to the New Moon Theater in his dad's old truck, Johnny was wondering how he was going to sleep tonight, or rather where he was going to sleep tonight. As far as he knew (A/N: and as far as we know) his dad didn't own a house, or even an apartment, and neither did any of his uncles, so that left Johnny with no place to stay, except for maybe...

That's it! He could ask one of his fellow New Moon Theater members!

Johnny pulled up to the back of the New Moon Theater, fully confident that his plan would work.

Johnny entered through the back door of the New Moon Theater with his usual smile and optimistic attitude, and saw the rest of the New Moon gang just chilling backstage, waiting for Buster to give them some direction.

"Hey, everyone." Johnny greeted them all cheerfully.

"Hi, sweetie!" Rosita, the mother pig with enough kids to make Michelle Doggar jealous.

"H-hi, Johnny." Meena, the shy, young cow (A/N: that's what female elephants are called) with a soulful voice.

"Hey, Johnny." Ash, the porcupine who was so rockin that you could swear she had Joan Jag in her blood somehow.

"Hey, Bubbles." Mike, the jazzy mouse who would die before giving somebody a genuine compliment that wasn't backhanded. It's a wonder as to how he was able to get a girlfriend.

"Guten Tag, Johnny!" Gunter, the german dancing pig who practically bled excitement and enthusiasm.

Johnny was proud to call all of these people his friends. However, the issue at the moment was that he had no idea who to ask to stay with.

Gunter? No, Johnny couldn't handle that much enthusiasm and excitement for 2 days.

Ash? No. It's doubtful that she would want a boy in her apartment again, even if the one currently in question had always treated her with kindness.

Meena? No, her grandfather could be very overprotective, and Johnny wouldn't like feeling like he's being watched constantly for 2 days.

Mike? No way in hell! You would be lucky if that mouse offered to share his coffee with you rather than his own home.

Rosita? Well, maybe... nah, she’s got enough people to take care of at home, it'd be wrong for Johnny to add himself to her workload. Still, Rosita had said that Johnny was welcome anytime in her home, so just maybe she would say yes. Might as well go for it.

"Rosita? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Johnny asked, a little nervous.

Rosita, being a mom, noticed Johnny's nervousness right away and replied "Sure Johnny, is something wrong?"

"Well," Johnny started as he and Rosita walked to a part of backstage where they could talk a little more privately. "You see, me and me Dads place has got cockroaches."

Rosita winced in sympathy. "Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that, honey."

"Yeah, thanks." Johnny said before continuing. "You see, I've got no place to stay at while it's being fumigated, so..." Johnny trailed off as his eyes began to dart away from Rosita.

"What? What is it, Johnny?" Rosita asked, reaching up to put her hand on Johnny's chin to make him look her in the eyes.

"Uh... could I stay with you, Norman, and the kids? For just a couple days!" Johnny asked, extremely nervous.

Rosita chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart, dont be so nervous. Of course you can stay!" Answered the sweet sow as she hugged Johnny to wash all of his nervousness away.

"R-really? I dont wanna be a bother." Johnny said, touched.

Rosita poked the young gorillas chest. "Now, you listen here, Johnathan Marcus Egerton, whenever you have come over you have never been a bother to me or Norman. Not to the mention the fact that the kids love you to bits! You are coming to stay with me whether you like it or not, is that clear?" Rosita stated, being playfully stern.

"Yes, ma'am." Johnny replied, chuckling.

"Good. Now let's get back to rehearsal, I think I hear Buster coming."

After rehearsal was over, Rosita followed Johnny back to his home to get his essentials before the fumigator/exterminator would show up later that night. These essentials were several change of clothes, a few CDs, and Johnny's skateboard. Afterwards, Johnny left his truck in the garage and went home with Rosita in her giant family van.

"BIG BROTHER!"

A chorus of 25 piglets cheered as Johnny entered Rositas home with her.

"Hi lads, hows it-woah!" Johnny slightly lost his balance as at least half of Rositas piglets began to jump on him and use him as a moving jungle gym.

"Kids, get off of him! That's no way to act towards a guest!" Rosita called sternly.

All the piglets "aww"ed as they began to climb off of Johnny.

"Its alright Rosita, they were just having fun." Johnny chuckled as he dusted himself off.

"Well, honey, that kind of fun might be okay when you're the babysitter, but not when you're the guest." Rosita explained.

"Hey! What's this I hear about a guest?" Norman asked, sounding slightly annoyed as he entered the living room.

The hardworking dad of 25 then immediately noticed the young gorilla, whose head was only a couple feet away from touching the ceiling.

"Oh, hey Johnny, how you doin'"? Norman asked, his tone now changed.

"Doing fine, Mr. Witherspoon, how 'bout you?" Johnny replied.

"Great. What're doing here though, kiddo?" Norman asked, changing the subject.

"Norman, honey," Rosita started, knowing there was probably going to be a difficult conversation ahead "Johnny's here because hes going to be staying here with us for a few days."

Norman stared at his wife for a few seconds before looking at Johnny.

"We dont have any spare beds. Do you mind sleeping on the couch?" Norman asked.

"Not at all!" Johnny said, a smile still on his face.

"Well then, alright, you can stay." Norman decided.

"Oh thank you, Mr. Witherspoon! Thank you, Rosita! I promise you won't regret this!" Johnny cried as he grabbed the porcine couple and pulled them in for a tight embrace.

No problem, Johnny/sweetie." Norman and Rosita said, grunting from the strength and tightness of Johnny's hug.

After Johnny let the couple go, Norman stretched and looked at the clock.

"Well, 10:00 PM. Time to put the piglets to bed. Come on, honey." Norman said and he and his wife started to walk to the first of their piglets several bedrooms.

"I can help!" Johnny volunteered, wanting to pay Rosita and Norman back for their generosity.

"No, no, sweetheart. You just sit on the couch and get comfortable. Norman and I will handle this." Rosita gently said.

Johnny sighed. "Okay."

"We'll be right back, honey. Sit tight." Rosita said as she and Norman turned to do the job tucking their piglets in.

Johnny then decided that he might as well get ready for bed too, so he took off his shirt, jeans and shoes, leaving him in only his boxers. The young gorilla then went over to the couch, grabbed the blanket that was draped over the top of it, and covered himself as he laid down on the couch.

The couch was surprisingly very comfortable, and Johnny found himself almost falling asleep, before he heard someone enter the living room.

With his eyes closed, he used his ears to make out the hushed voices of Rosita and Norman.

"Well, looks like hes asleep." Norman said. "Guess that means we should hit the hay too, honey." Norman concluded.

"Oh, okay." Rosita said. "Just let me do this one before I join you."

"Go ahead, babe. Dont be too long." Norman said as he walked back towards their bedroom.

With that, Johnny sensed Rosita come closer toward him, lean over and, much to his surprise, kiss him on the cheek.

"Good night, Johnny, I love you." Rosita whispered.

Johnny's black fur hid his blush as Rosita walked away to join Norman in bed.

Johnny hadn't really realized before then, but thanks to Rosita, he finally had a mother figure in his life again. His real mother had died when he was a toddler so he was far too young to remember anything about her, and hw really only got information about her from his dad, although his dad didn't really like to talk about Johnnys mom often.

But with Rosita as a mother figure, Johnny couldn't be happier, and he felt extremely lucky to have her in his life.

It was the next day, and Johnny was busy showing the piglets all the tricks he could on his skateboard.

"Go, Johnny, go! Go, Johnny, go!" The piglets chanted.

Johnny was smiling as the piglets cheered for him, but made the mistake of taking glance at them, causing him to not look where he was going, trip and wipe out. This wipeout caused him to cut his knee on the sidewalk.

All of the piglets winced in pain at Johnny's accident, before they all called for their mother to come help.

Rosita ran out of the front door, her hands damp from washing dishes. "What's wrong, ki-Oh, Johnny!" She noticed the young gorilla on the sidewalk, holding his knee as it bled.

"He fell, Mama!" Casper explained.

" I can see that, honey." Rosita replied as she helped Johnny off of the ground.

"Now you kids stay right here, I'm gonna go patch him up." Rosita explained as she helped Johnny limp into the house.

In the kitchen, Rosita was tending to Johnnys wound.

"Ouch!" Johnny cringed as disinfectant was sprayed on his wound.

"Yeah, sorry!" Rosita said, sympathetically.

"Its fine, I was the one who got hurt, I'm sorry for taking your time."

"Oh, Johnny, dont apologize! It's my job to take care of you. You're like a son to me." Rosita said sweetly.

Johnny smiled. Then, the young gorilla had a thought.

"Rosita?"

"Hm?" Rosita replied as she finished dressing Johnny's wound.

C-c-can I..." Johnny started nervously.

"Can you what, honey?" Rosita asked.

"C-can I call you Mum?"

Rosita seemed to freeze as she processed Johnny's question.

"I-it's just that you're pretty much the only mother figure I've ever had in my life and-"

Johnny was interrupted by Rositas warm and tight embrace.

"Oh, baby," cried a teary eyed Rosita "of course you can! I'd be honored to be your mom!"

Johnny quickly hugged Rosita back, overjoyed at the fact that he finally had a mother figure in his life again.

"I love you, Johnny." Rosita said warmly.

"I love you too, Mum."

[andvys]

Longing (part 1)

Warnings: “enemies” to lovers type of thing, slow burn, cocky!ellie, alcohol consumption

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Ellie always thought you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen in her life, you had the most beautiful eyes, the way they would always get lighter in the sun and the way they would always light up whenever you were happy about something. She loved how you would always put your hair into a braid and would still have strands of hair fall in front your eyes, you’d always put them behind your ears only for them to get loose again and fall in front of your eyes once more. She loved how fierce and badass you are, always ready for any situation. You are one of the best fighters in Jackson despite your age. Having seen it herself when you patrolled together, you fought skillfully, making Ellie wonder about where you have learned to fight like that. Anytime something went wrong or someone would say something about hunters or a horde of infected coming Jackson’s way, you’d always be first to volunteer to go and get rid of them. The way you held yourself, Ellie was sure that you could actually get rid of a group of people before they’d even make it to the gates of Jackson. She would never underestimate you. You really were a fascinating person.

If you just weren’t such a bitch.

You were nice to everyone but to her, well except for Seth. Always getting into a fight with the older man.

You weren’t necessarily mean to Ellie but you weren’t exactly nice either, you were sarcastic and feisty with her and you loved to push her buttons but you weren’t as good at it as she was, Ellie always had the upper hand in your little banters and she teased the hell out of you, leaving you annoyed making her smirk every time. She’d also jokingly flirt with you or make dirty jokes, leaving you uncomfortable or at least that’s what Ellie thought. She just loved getting on your nerves.

Dina would always try to convince Ellie that you actually liked her and you just had a funny way of showing that. Ellie would laugh at that every time, she knew you had some sort of resentment towards her for whatever reason.

You wanted to be friends with the girl you really did but something about her annoyed the hell out of you and she made you feel weird. You constantly bickered like little kids and you seemed to have a stand off every time you were patrolling together. She just pissed you off.

“You going to the dance tonight kid?” Joel asked you. Right now you were cleaning the rifles and shotguns in the shed you kept them in. Having injured your shoulder while on patrol a few days ago you were off patrol for a few weeks. So you were assigned for keeping the weapons clean. You were annoyed at that, you had worse injuries before and still fought but Maria wouldn’t let you out, not wanting to risk your health. So here you were boring yourself to death, at least Joel came in to keep you company.

“Umm I don’t know, it’s not really my thing.” You said. Laying the rifle on the table you looked at the older man. Since he and Ellie came to Jackson he became something like a mentor to you. You respected the older man, you already learned more from him than your own father and he was there for you whenever you struggled with yourself.

“That’s what Ellie said too.” You avoided looking at him at the mention of Ellie. You thought, he assumed that you two must be friends, considering you’re in the same friend group. You didn’t even know they were talking again.

“She did?” You asked avoiding his eyes.

“Yes.” He studied your face. He was not stupid, anytime he’d bring up Ellie you got quiet and awkward same with Ellie she reacted the same way at the mention of you.

“Are you going?” You asked him, changing the topic quickly.

“Yeah and you should come too.” He said.

“We’ll see, do I get to have a drink?” You asked, giving him a hopeful smile. He never let you drink.

“Are you 21?” He asked giving you a pointed look.

“Ugh come on Joel, I’m 19 plus I’m allowed to blow up things and kill people and infected but I’m not allowed to have a drink every once in a while?” You said shaking your head.

Joel laughed at that “well maybe you can have a little.” He said.

“Finally, I wanna get drunk.”

“You’re allowed to drink but you’re not allowed to get drunk kid.” Joel said sternly.

“I’ll take what I can get.” Smiling at him. He got up and walked towards you, ruffling your hair.

“I gotta get going, I’ll see you at the dance.”

“Ugh, see ya.” You said annoyed at him for messing up your braid.

Stepping out of the little shed once you were done with your assignment you stood there enjoying the fresh air for a second after being in that shed all day.

Deep in thought you were looking down on your way home, not watching where you were going you ran into something or rather someone, almost falling down if it wasn’t the strong arms catching you by your waist, grabbing their arms you looked up at your savior only to realize that it’s Ellie still with her hands on your waist she had a cocky smirk on her face.

“Careful there (y/n), you almost fell for me.” Smirking at you.

You groaned at that, letting go of her arms you took a step back making her hands let go of your waist.

“Do you want me to escort you home? I don’t want you tripping and falling for someone else.” She said, teasing you

“No thanks Williams, now if you’ll excuse me.” You said, trying to walk past her only for her to step in front of you not letting you go yet, probably to annoy you some more.

“You going to the dance tonight?” Ellie asked. Studying your face.

“Yup.” You replied, looking down on your shoes, avoiding looking at her pretty face.

“Nice, I’ll be there as well.” Ellie said.

“I know, Joel told me.” Shit why did you just say that, you wanted to slap yourself now she knew you and Joel talked about her. Now she would think you’re interested in her, well you are but she doesn’t have to know that.

“Oh, talking about me with Joel when you could talk to me?” She teased.

“Whatever I’m gonna go now, see ya Williams.” You said, this time she stepped aside, letting you leave.

She watched you leave, deep in thought about you she didn’t notice Jesse appearing next to her, throwing an arm around her.

“Man you have it bad for our girl here.” Jesse said, smirking at her. He was aware of Ellie having some sort of feelings for you. It wasn’t hard to see that, Ellie always looked like a kicked puppy around you.

“Shut up, Jesse” Ellie said annoyed.

“She likes you too.”

“What?! No she doesn’t. I’m pretty sure she hates me.” Ellie said, looking down, she began walking away.

Jesse followed her. “She doesn’t hate you, I’ve seen how she acts around people she hates and you aren’t one of them.” He said.

“Well I- so what she likes me now?” She asked. Not believing that you could feel anything towards her but hate.

“She likes Dina and Joel or Tommy and Maria, I’m pretty sure she likes me too, I’m awesome.” Jesse smirked at the last part. “But you? I’d say there’s a little more than “like” Ellie.”

“Are you trying to tell me she has feelings for me?” Ellie laughed at that. Jesse was ridiculous and stupid if he thought you could have feelings for Ellie. Not that she didn’t wish for that but it was too good to be true.

“You know what they say about hate. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin.” Jesse confidently said.

Ellie laughed at that, “alright whatever.” She thought about that. She genuinely couldn’t see you liking her.

It was a little crowded at the dance once you got there. You usually avoided going to these things, not liking being around many people but Dina always made you come. Looking at you with her puppy eyes, you couldn’t say no to the girl.

Looking out for Dina and Jesse you weren’t able to find them. Huh she bugged you about being there on time but she herself wasn’t even here yet. Looking around you saw Ellie standing at the bar. You stared at her for a while.

Suddenly she looked your way, catching you staring at her she started smirking, rolling your eyes at her.

She waved at you to come over. You’d rather have Dina and Jesse be there as well, not trusting yourself to be around the girl without anyone around but you didn’t wanted to be alone so you walked over to her.

“Hey (y/n), if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were just checking me out from over there, that’s kinda creepy.” Ellie said with a teasing smile. Leaning against the bar.

Feeling embarrassed now you rolled your eyes.

“You wish, Williams.” You said sitting down on the bar stool next to her.

“What if I do?” She asked you, smirking.

“I- um.” Not knowing what to say you quickly changed the subject. “I need a drink.”

“I’ll get you something, wait here.” She left you alone.

“Alright, thanks I guess.”

Coming back she gave you the drink. Taking it from her hand your fingers touched for a second, avoiding her eyes you took a sip of the drink. Almost coughing at the taste, Ellie laughed at you.

“You never had whiskey did you?” She asked.

Shaking your head “you?” You asked curiously.

“Yeah.” Nodding at her words, you looked around.

Sitting in silence for a while, you watched all the couples dance. Feeling Ellie’s eyes on you the whole time. You glanced at her, noticing that her glass is empty, you figured it’d be a good opportunity to get away from her for a second.

“Should I get you a new one?” You asked her. “A drink I mean.”

“Uh sure.” She gave you her glass, you walked towards the bartender guy. Ellie had a chance to admire you from the side.

Waiting for the bartender to bring you your drinks, you saw someone heading your way from the side, turning to look who it was you saw it was Joel.

“Hey kid.” He pulled you in for a hug. He always gave the best hugs, they were always warm and safe.

“Hi Joel.” Smiling at him.

“I see you and Ellie are alone tonight.” He looked towards Ellie, who was taking a seat at one of the smaller tables, waiting for you.

“I- yeah. We are waiting for Dina and Jesse.”

“I’m afraid they’re not coming tonight. Haven’t they told you?” He asked.

“What? But I- they told us they’d be here.” You said confused. Why would they tell you come here if they weren’t even here.

“I talked to Jesse today, he said him and Dina are having a date tonight.” Joel said.

“Oh well, I didn’t know.” You laughed. Great now you it was just you and Ellie.

The bartender brought you your drinks, putting them in front of you hitting you with the smell of whiskey, you gave Joel a cheeky smile.

He put a hand on your shoulder, “drink responsibly kid, and take care of Ellie.” He said.

“Yes of course, I promise.”

“Alright, well go on and have fun.”

“Alright you too Joel, I’ll see you.” You smiled at him taking the drinks in both hands you walked over to Ellie. Setting them down on the table you sat down next to Ellie.

“Well it seems like our friends have ditched us.” You said annoyed.

“What?” Ellie furrowed her eyebrows at that.

“Yeah Joel said they have a date night.”

“Great.” Ellie suddenly felt nervous. Being alone with you would surely end bad, she was scared that she’d accidentally confess her stupid crush on you or something.

“I know we’re not friends or whatever but I feel like getting a few drinks, what about you?” You asked. Ellie hated that you didn’t even see her as a friend but you usually avoided her like the plague and you’d never ask her to hang out with you, a year ago you’d just leave if none of your friends were here but Ellie guessed you must’ve warmed up to her a little if you asked her to keep you company.

“Yeah sure.”

Throughout the whole night you and Ellie bickered about every little thing, sarcastically replying to everything the other would say. You definitely wouldn’t be friends anytime soon but you two did kind of enjoy this night.

You were currently walking home side by side. Having a discussion about weapons. Arriving in front of your home, you talked for a few more minutes, fighting on which weapon is the better choice, in any situation.

“Alright, whatever Williams you’re right, I’m wrong.” You said, rolling your eyes at the girl. Walking backwards to your door.

“You know I’m right (y/n)!” Ellie said teasing you.

“Go home Williams!”

“Yes ma’am.” Ellie grumbled, turning around she started to walk back home.

Ellie thought about this night. It was the first time you willingly spent time alone with her. She enjoyed it even if you were still your usual sarcastic self, she still enjoyed it. Hoping to see more of you, without having the rest of your friends around. She liked to be alone with you, not that she would admit it to anyone.