#i hate that she finds every fucking thing to complain about and that she refuses to understand her current situation

[jasonntodd]

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[baptismbaby]

† GOD, FORGIVE ME PT. 3

mean! ellie x innocent! reader a/n: will post to ao3 baptismsbaby. sorry if this is a little rushed. smoked a blunt and brain is still fuzzy. unsure how i feel about the ending hope yall like it anyways warnings: toxic! ellie, degrading, praise, pup used as a petname, oral (ellie! receiving), strap usage (r! receiving), slight edging, possessive! ellie, reader is gagged at some point if anyone hates that creds to elliesgalaxy for ellie pic wc: 3.4k<3 part one part two

Six months had passed since you first hooked up with Ellie.

Looking back, you had changed drastically since that night. You used to be so strict with religion and refused to have any fun. It took a month of hooking up with Ellie to finally get over it and realize you could be a Christian and still have fun. I mean, it was the apocalypse. Rules haven’t existed in over twenty five years.

In the beginning, you were constantly telling Ellie “this is the last time.” She’d look at you with a teasing smile and that glint in her eye. She’d laugh it off, always saying the same shit. “You need me.” You’d go back, giving more and more of yourself up to her. Whatever she wanted, you gave to her. The more sex the two of you had, the better the friendship outside of the hookups got. Dina was extremely happy to finally hang out with both of you without the bickering. You loved Ellie outside of the sex. She had her moments still but she was the funniest person you’ve ever met. You wished she could be that way with you alone sometimes. You knew you had to hide your feelings if it meant getting to sleep with Ellie but it was difficult. Whether there was a party at Jesse’s or her place, she’d tell everyone in the smoke circle how bad she would want to fuck some random girl at the party. Ellie didn’t, of course. She’d just say that to get a rise out of you so she could tease you about it later. It hurt but you refused to let it show if it meant risking not being able to see Ellie anymore.

It was another night of partying for everyone and the girls were at your place getting ready. Ellie sat on your bed, wearing a brown flannel and some jeans. Since the weather had gotten warmer, she had trimmed her hair a bit. The way the choppy layers fell in her face sometimes made you blush. She looked so good.

“I’m thinking about wearing something super revealing,” said Dina, going through the dresses she’d find on patrol. “I need Jesse to be jealous.”

“I give it a week,” mumbled Ellie.

“I am not getting back with him!”

“You said that the last time,” you pointed out.

“And the time before that.”

“The time before that time too.”

Dina hit you and Ellie with the dress she was holding. “Stop it you two, I get it! I mean it this time.”

You looked back at Ellie who was already staring at you with a smirk. Dina groaned and continued to look for clothes while you laughed.

“The little being silent but talking with the eyes thing gets on my nerves,” complained Dina. She handed you a dress to wear and you held it up to your body. It was white and silky with a little lace trim at the bottom.

“That’s a little short,” said Ellie.

“Yeah, which is perfect. She needs to get some finally.”

Ellie shot a glare at the back of Dina’s head but neither of you noticed.

“I’ll try it on and see.”

You began to undress, turned away from Ellie. You could see her watching you through the mirror. You weren’t wearing a bra but was wearing a see through pink thong.

“Woah, where’d you find that? It’s so cute,” complimented Dina.

“I found it on one of my patrols a couple months ago.”

Actually, Ellie had found it for you.

You slipped into the dress and turned around, seeing your ass hanging out at the back. “Okay, maybe this is a bit much but it’s super cute.”

“Damn, I would so fuck you,” Dina remarked. “Please wear that to the party. At least five girls are gonna throw themselves at you.”

“Eh, that’s probably too much, Dina. We see the same people every time anyways. No one new to impress. Do you have something else for her?” asked Ellie. You raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was being like this.

“I have some more but-”

“I want to wear this, it’s fine,” you interrupted. 

“Okay cool, we ready to go?”

Everyone nodded and started to head out. Dina made it down the stairs first, leaving you and Ellie at the top. Dina was grabbing stuff to put in her bag so she didn’t see Ellie grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards her. She wrapped an arm around you and used her other hand to hold your hair. Her lips brushed against your ear. “I fucking told you it was too short. Are you trying to piss me off?”

You sighed, tilting your head to the side further as she ran her fingers down your neck to your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t care if you wore that for me but in front of everybody? Are you fucking kidding me? You get a taste of my cock and now you’re a slut? Don’t even think about coming by tonight.”

She shoved you forward roughly. You stumbled but quickly stood up straight, spinning around to give Ellie a dirty look. “Stop it,” you whispered harshly. “You’ll be over it by the time the party's over.”

“I mean it,” Ellie hissed. “Don’t speak to me for the rest of the night. Whores don’t get rewarded when they don’t listen. Fucking brat, you know better.”

Ellie walked past you down the stairs, leaving you dumbfounded and angry. You stomped down and grabbed one of the bottles from the table to drink on the way there.

“Woah, pregaming?” questioned Dina.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a long night.”

-

You were miserable at the party. It had been ten minutes since the three of you arrived and Ellie was acting like such a bitch. You sat by her on the couch while everyone passed around a blunt. She kept skipping you, telling the others you weren’t participating.

“Dina, give me the fucking blunt,” you demanded once it reached her for the third time.

“You’re not smoking.”

“Yes I am, Ellie. Even if it means I have to roll my own.”

Dina squinted at the both of you in confusion. If she was an outsider, she would’ve thought the two of you were a couple in an argument. But it was just you and Ellie. No way there was something going on.

“You can’t even fucking roll,” Ellie insulted. You leaned forward to see another smoke circle across the living room. 

“I’ll just join Jesse’s smoke circle. Sorry, Dina.”

You got up, pulling your dress down before walking over to Jesse’s group. You made sure to swing your hips a bit in case Ellie was watching.

“Why are you two arguing again?” Dina asked Ellie once you left.

“It’s nothing.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the two of you were fucking.”

Ellie took the blunt from Dina and puffed on it. “No way,” she declined. “You couldn’t pay me to fuck church girl.”

“I’d do it for free,” Ellie’s friend said next to her. When she passed the blunt to him, she made sure to elbow him hard in the side. “Ow! The fuck, Ellie?!”

“She’s gay.”

He frowned in disappointment. “Aw man, all the hot chicks are.”

Dina couldn’t stop eyeing Ellie. She was acting strange. Back at yours, she kept telling you to put something different on. Now she’s watching you intently from across the room as you do the thing she told you not to do. At that moment, everything clicked for Dina. Ellie liked you.

“So, what’s the deal between you and Dina?” you asked Jesse as you passed him the joint.

“Shit, I don’t know. Pretty sure we’re over for good.”

“That sounded convincing,” you said sarcastically.

Jesse made a face at you while he crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? What about you and Ellie? You follow her around like a lost puppy.”

“We’re friends now.”

“The way you look at her is not how you look at Dina. It’s how I look at Dina.”

As he spoke, his eyes landed on her from across the room. “Look at her. Talking up some other guy to piss me off. Ellie is staring at you. She looks jealous. I’d know.”

You glanced back but Ellie quickly averted her gaze. You sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap. You wanted to say something so badly but knew that Ellie would end it with you if you told anyone. A girl came and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Hey,” she slurred. “Wanna dance with me?”

You looked up at Ellie who’s brows were furrowed in anger. You grinned and stood up, grabbing the girl’s hand. You led her to an open spot on the floor and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around you as you started grinding against her with the beat of the music.

“I’m Grace,” she introduced herself. “You hang with Ellie and Dina, right?”

You nodded, too busy watching Ellie as her face grew red.

“You’re super pretty. You do a lot of that church stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded dryly. You turned around so your back was pressed against her chest. Her hands rushed up and down your body until she grabbed your tits. You shoved them off and looked back at her. “Don’t,” you demanded. 

Grace saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see Ellie speedwalking towards you. Grace let go of you and ran off. You were perplexed, wondering if maybe you came off as rude. You felt hands grab you and start shoving you towards a door.

“Hey, what the hell?”

You were pushed into a bathroom. The door slammed and you spun around to see Ellie locking the door. “Ellie!”

Ellie shot daggers at you with her eyes, which meant you needed to be quiet. She pushed you against the wall and held you there with a knee between your thighs. Her hands went over your mouth to stifle any sounds you were making.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She started to unbuckle her jeans, still covering your mouth. They dropped around her ankles to reveal the strap she was wearing over her boxers.

“You’re mine and mine only. This pussy,” she growled as she grabbed your clothed cunt tightly, “belongs to me.”

She kneeled down to yank your panties off. 

“E-Ellie, I’m s-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She balled your panties up and held them up to your face. “Open.”

“What?”

“Open your fucking mouth!”

You obeyed and parted your lips slightly. She sighed in frustration and reached out to pull it open further, shoving the panties into your mouth.

“This will keep you quiet,” she muttered. “You’re really dumb, you know that? Good girls don’t try to make their girlfriends jealous.”

Before you could even react, she bent you over the sink and shoved her cock inside of you. You let out a muffled groan, the feeling of her filling you up taking you by surprise. She fucked you hard but painfully slow. She’d thrust in, wait a couple seconds then do it again. 

“I want you to watch,” she commanded. She grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head up so you could look in the mirror. You could see Ellie behind you with an angry expression on her face. “Stupid girl, you will never find better than me. Get that through your fucking skull.”

She sped up, making you squeal even louder. She placed both of her hands over your mouth as she pounded into you harder.

“Fuck,” Ellie whimpered. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

Ellie noticed your legs started to shake as you felt your climax getting closer.

“You wanna cum baby?”

You whined, pushing yourself back against her so you could finish. Ellie pulled out of you and turned you around. She lifted you up onto the sink and started kissing up and down your neck. Ellie took your panties out of your mouth, shoving her tongue down your throat.

You tried to pull away to speak but Ellie grabbed your head to keep you still. Her strap would brush against your cunt, eliciting a moan from you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?" Ellie asked when she pulled away. You shook your head no. “That’s right, baby. You’ve been so mean to me tonight. You’re lucky I’m even fucking you right now.”

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” you murmured. “I shouldn’t have danced with that girl. I belong to you.”

“You say you’re sorry but you have to prove it to me… get on your knees.”

You obliged and kneeled down, opening your mouth expecting her to fuck it with the strap. Instead, she slid out of the harness and her boxers simultaneously and set them down on her pants.

“I want you to make me cum.”

You were shocked. Ellie never let you touch her and she was going to let you eat her out? You didn’t know if you could do it since she never taught you. You didn’t want to disappoint Ellie.

“I’ll guide you through it, pup. It’s okay,” she assured you as if she read your mind.

Ellie leaned back against the wall as your face went towards her pussy. You stuck your tongue out and swiped it up her slit. Ellie shook a little, reaching down and grabbing your hair. “Move your tongue in circles,” she said.

You slowly moved your tongue in a circle on her clit, savoring the taste of her. You looked up at Ellie who was biting her lip to stay quiet.

“T-That’s it,” she praised. “My g-good girl.”

You sped it up a bit once you got used to it, Ellie’s legs trembling against you.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Just like t-that, pup. You’re doing s’ well.”

You decided to stick a finger inside her to watch her reaction. She grabbed the end of her shirt and bit the fabric, trying hard to not make a sound. You picked up the pace, curling your finger as she struggled to stay standing.

“I’m right there baby, don’t stop.”

She gripped your hair and yanked you away once her orgasm hit. She trembled as she started to come down, your hair still tangled between her fingers. Ellie pulled you up and slammed her lips against yours, the two of you desperate to taste each other.

She lifted you up onto the sink again and brushed a finger against your clit.

“You’re so good at making me feel good, baby. I bet you could make yourself feel good too.”

She stepped back and leaned against the door, her arms crossed and a huge smirk on her face. “Come on, touch yourself for me.”

“W-What?”

“I said I wasn’t gonna let you cum but that doesn’t mean I won’t let you finish yourself off while I watch,” said Ellie. She chuckled as your face grew red. “C’mon, I know you can do it.”

“I’ve never tried it, though. I prefer letting you do it.”

“I’m not touching you again until you make yourself cum.”

You whined, feeling too embarrassed to do something like that. You knew that if you refused again, she’d leave you there all alone. You slowly reached your hand between your thighs and pressed your fingers to your clit. You sighed and slowly started to move them in a circle, Ellie eyeing your cunt closely as she licked her lips.

“Atta girl,” she praised. “You like touching yourself for me?”

You didn’t respond. She laughed and grabbed your thigh gently. “You’re shy now, pretty girl? How cute. You were just fucking me and now you can’t even look at me.”

You sped your fingers up the more she spoke to you, soft whines escaping your lips and echoing off the walls.

“Good girl. You put on such a good show for me.”

Your legs shook as a knot began to build in your stomach. “El-Ellie, can I cum please? I-I’m so close.”

“Go on,” confirmed Ellie. You grabbed Ellie’s hand on your thigh and gripped it as your climax took over you.

“Shhhh, baby. That’s it. Be quiet.”

Ellie took your hand and sucked your fingers to get a taste of you. She hummed, wrapping her arms around you to help you stand. “You did so good,” she whispered, holding you close to her body. For some reason, you wanted to cry. Ellie hasn’t comforted you after sex since you lost your virginity, if that was even considered comfort. You melted in her arms and sighed. The warmth of Ellie’s body made your heart ache. You wished so desperately she was like this all of the time. You suddenly remembered what she called you earlier and wondered when you should bring it up. Ellie stepped back and grabbed your panties.

“Let me help you,” she said. Ellie pulled your panties up your legs and tugged your dress down. She quickly fixed your hair with a smile before putting the rest of her clothes back on.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ellie nodded in approval, putting her belt back in the loops and buckling it.

“You said… good girls don’t make their girlfriends jealous.”

“I did.”

“Am I… your girlfriend?”

Ellie shrugged, avoiding your eyes as she tried to focus on anything but you. “Uh… I think that’s up to you. I haven’t asked so… we really aren’t.”

“Are you wanting to ask me?”

“Fuck, why is this so awkward?” Ellie muttered to herself. “I’ve kinda been repressing some feelings towards you for a while now because I wanted this to be a hookup thing and nothing more. But tonight confirmed my feelings for you. Seeing you wearing that dress, knowing people would be eye fucking you… it made me sick. When I saw you dancing with that girl, I was infuriated. Dina kinda figured it out somehow and said I should tell you. I guess I’m not good at hiding my feelings once I have them.”

You smiled. You never thought your feelings for Ellie would be reciprocated. You knew it was hard for her to admit it, which made you like her even more.

“See, I knew something would come out of this!” you exclaimed. Ellie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the shit eating grin that grew on her face.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I was certain that if you knew I liked you, you’d resent me.”

“Pfft, I knew you liked me. You do a shitty job at hiding things. I can’t go anywhere without you trailing behind me. You’re a pain in my ass but in a good way,” Ellie opened the door for you and followed you out. She wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to her.

“So, you wanna ask me?”

“Ugh, no. We’ve said enough for it to be official. You can’t make me say anything.”

“Aw, you’re shy!”

“Shut up…”

Ellie stopped and looked down at you, her thumb slowly brushing against your cheek as her eyes softened. “You were always mine, weren’t you?” she asked. 

“Of course I was.”

“I promise to be nicer. I know I said that last time but I mean it. I like this. You’re not so bad, church girl.”

You chuckled at the nickname. “I guess you’re alright yourself, Els.”

“What if I told you Jesse and Dina are making out behind you right now?”

You turned to look and laughed at the sight. “We already knew it would happen,” you said.

“Yeah. The party is starting to die a little bit. Wanna swing by yours so you can get a few things for the morning?”

“What do you mean?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re spending the night with me.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’m not saying it again. Let’s go,” Ellie said as she dragged you out by the hand. The two of you spent the rest of the night holding each other in Ellie’s bed, talking about anything you could so neither of you would fall asleep. Ellie felt nervous about entering a relationship and still felt some guilt about being such a bitch to you. And yet, something about this felt so right to her. She was okay with changing her ways since you changed for her. Ellie knew she made the right choice and that it would be worth it. You were wrapped around her finger.

[tlouwhore]

modern!ellie headcanons

notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader

★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing

"you want something to drink?"

"sure"

and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually

"els, what the fuck is that?"

she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you

★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses

"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."

you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.

"i cant, i use them all"

she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.

★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.

★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together

★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs

★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"

★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"

★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)

★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.

★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time

"god the floor is so cold in here"

"can you just put some socks on?"

"i'm wearing socks right now"

"oh really?"

and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.

"what'd you do that for?"

that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.

"you're barely wearing socks"

"oh whatever"

★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you

★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side

★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make

★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you

★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 2

Part 2:

Tashi Duncan was a force. Everyone knew it. Everywhere Tashi went, a crowd of people gathered, seeking some form of contact with her. A brief conversation about her day, their day, the fucking weather. Just so they could say they talked to the Tashi Duncan. Liana hated her. She didn't hate her personally; she hated the fact that even at Stanford, everything revolved around tennis, and accordingly, everything revolved around Art Donaldson and his blonde curls. Art, who showed up at her dorm at unreasonable hours with a box of fries he didn't even eat but knew she liked, Art, who was at every party she attended, Art, who wouldn't stop babbling about Tashi Duncan. "Look, I just think she's not the right girl for him..." Right now, Art was lying on her bed, bouncing a ball while she was trying to finish a paper for her Intro to Economics class. "I don't understand why you're here..." she mumbled in response. Somewhere in the second week at Stanford, she had stopped fighting his presence. He refused to let go. Every scowl she sent his way only encouraged him to do stupid things like waiting for her after class to walk her to the cafeteria or calling her mom and casually asking if she knew why Liana stopped coming to his open practices (she never attended his practices anyway, the little shit was an unbearable liar who made her mom talk for half an hour about how you can't neglect friendships like the imaginary one between her and Art). "Because you didn't come to practice today. Again." He looked at her. "Are you back with James?" he asked casually. "You know his name is Jake," she rolled her eyes, realizing she'd been reading the same line for fifteen minutes and deciding to close her laptop. "Are you sure?" he asked with a half-smile, pleased that for the first time that evening, he had her attention. "Why do you care that Patrick and Tashi are together?" she asked. "I don't care. I just know Patrick, and you know Patrick-" "Do I?" she cut him off, causing him to squint for a second. "You know Patrick well enough to know how he treats girls. He doesn't take them seriously, and now he's with Tashi. He's going to mess her up and ruin her season." He shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever thought about his best friend. "Aren't you supposed to worry about Patrick's season, Art? Like the good friend you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Everything felt too charged with tension she couldn't figure out. "You didn't answer me about James. Are you back with him? He's kind of a loser," he changed the subject, not taking his eyes off her. "You're kind of a loser. Sitting in my room and whining about your best friend dating the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Get over your crush and move on. Use your blonde hair to find a hookup instead of bothering me while I'm studying." She turned her back to him and opened her laptop again. "And no, I'm not back with Jake," she concluded the topic, not wanting to reopen the wound of that relationship. Certainly not with Art Donaldson, who had started moving towards the door, finally getting the hint.

Liana put Patrick on speaker while she searched for her earrings. She had promised Daria (the only friend she had managed to find so far) that she would go out with her to the bar across from the university, and they would try out their fake IDs. Liana was sure no one would believe she was 21, no matter how revealing the dress Daria forced her to wear, how much makeup she put on, or how high the heels she wore were. No one with eyes would believe she was old enough to buy alcohol. "The referee kept making mistakes. I think Marcus paid him off. His dad probably promised the guy a new Aston Martin if I lost." Patrick, who had been complaining for the last ten minutes about the terrible game he had today, continued talking while she tried to apply lipstick as straight as possible. "I don't know much about tennis, but that sounds exaggerated, Pat." Liana didn't know what to say to cheer him up. The truth was that since the season started and Patrick decided he was pursuing professional tennis, Liana didn't know how to support him. "I'm telling you, something was off there." He spoke, maybe to her, maybe trying to convince himself. "I think you should call Tashi or Art. they would understand better than me what went wrong..." she said, wiping off the lipstick, the bright color felt too much. Like she was trying too hard to draw attention to herself to show everyone she was pretending to be an adult. "Oh, if you think Tashi hasn't already called me and told me everything I did wrong in that game while reminding me of all the mistakes from the previous game, you're wrong." He answered. She recognized the bitterness in his voice. "That sounds like a healthy relationship. you should write a book." She tried to lighten the mood, again not knowing how to help him. She didn't know Tashi, only heard stories about her, and currently, they weren't great. "Art will just keep saying I should have taken the Stanford scholarship like him and be with you guys in the beautiful college bubble, drinking beer from a keg." He continued, ignoring the jab about his relationship. "Imagine how much fun you could have had with me at Stanford, Pat. I'm on my way to use my fake ID at a bar. In heels and everything." Liana tried to do everything she could to steer the conversation away from tennis. "Whoa, Liana Levi, breaking the law. Who would have believed we'd reach this moment? What's your fake name?" he laughed, which made Liana smile. Something about hearing Patrick so broken felt wrong to her. It didn't fit the curly-haired boy who always tried to make her laugh and include her in everything he did when she was around. "Amanda Jacobs," she replied. Silence fell on the line. "Amanda Jacobs like Amanda James who went to boarding school with me and Art?" Patrick asked, and she could hear the octaves in his voice change. She already knew he wouldn't let this go. "I had to come up with something on the spot. I panicked," she defended herself as his laughter slowly became the only thing she could hear. He couldn't see her right now, but it made her smile even more, even though it was at her expense. "Alright, Amanda, don't drink and drive. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said after he calmed down. "Okay, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "You know I love it when you call me-" he couldn't finish the sentence because she hung up.

Art was sitting on her bed when she came back from the bar. Not only had her fake ID worked, but the bartender had also been hitting on Daria all night, so he kept pouring them free shots. It was safe to say Liana had never drunk that much alcohol in her life. "Am I imagining you?" she asked with utter seriousness. "What? No. I was waiting for you." He looked confused. "Are you drunk?" he asked the obvious while Liana tried to take off one of her heels and almost fell, causing Art to quickly get up and stand next to her so she could lean on him. "How did you get in here, Arthur?" she put her hands on her hips, causing him to look at her and flash his most charming smile. The kind that made all the girls melt. "Your dad gave me a key for emergencies," he said, without taking his eyes off her as he sat back on the bed and she approached him with clumsy steps, a little disappointed that taking off the heels didn't help her stability much. "Do you want to sit?" his tone was amused. He had never seen Liana so drunk. Almost every summer, they managed to sneak a few beers when Patrick came to visit. But it was never serious. "My dad gave you a key? You realize that's not normal, right? We need to talk about boundaries, Donaldson," she turned her head to him while he was already looking at her, just inches separating them as they sat next to each other on the bed. "Patrick told me you were going to a bar, something about a fake ID? wanted to see if you're ok" he said, not moving. A little afraid she'll be the one who suddenly moves away. He couldn't remember the last time Liana was this close to him. He didn't think she would ever get this close to him again. "Patrick is a snitch, and I'm not telling him anything anymore," she sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically, spreading her arms, causing Art to do the same and land on her arm, closer than she would tolerate any other day. "I can't believe you didn't invite me. I'm disappointed," he tried to sound amused, but he was genuinely disappointed. By this point, he was sure she understood they were friends, that they were connected by such a strong bond that he sometimes doubted if he could ever unravel it. If he even wanted to unravel it. He just didn't understand how, while he saw her so clearly, she didn't see him at all. Sometimes he wondered if she even knew his name. Then he would see her in the crowd at one of his games, and the world calmed down; he always won when she was there. "You don't drink anyway," she noted quietly. The fatigue started to overcome her, and Liana's eyes closed on their own. "Hey, I do drink," he defended himself, even though they both knew he was lying. He tried to maintain his diet as correctly as possible, as fitting as possible for his athletic lifestyle. "I think Patrick is sad," she suddenly said, and Art felt his heart beating quickly. "How do you know?" he asked in a quiet, almost defeated voice. "Because when I talk to him, I'm sad too."

sooo, here's the second part. I think we're getting somewhere, but it's going to be a slow burn, so stick with me, I guess. I'm kinda clueless as to if you like it or not, so feel free to tell me what you're thinking ❤️

[buff-muffin]

ASL thoughts and head canons.

1. Sabo’s missing tooth he had as a kid didn’t actually fall out. He chipped it back when he was still living with his family. And his parents thinking that made him look disgusting and rowdy had the rest of the tooth removed before his adult tooth was even remotely ready to move in. Thus there was a gap in his teeth for ages. It started growing in when Sabo set sail.

2. Luffy loved using Ace’s freckles as a dot to dot. Both brothers heavily think he doesn’t have a fucking clue what animals he’s trying to conjure and Ace is getting sick of having to fight him tooth and nail every time Luffy finds a marker

3. In his early days of friendship with Ace. Sabo refused to believe that he could eat an entire bear by himself. He thought Ace was exaggerating like when someone says “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” yet when he saw it with his own eyes he was horrified. Ace was also confused why Sabo didn’t want a bear to himself. But didn’t complain. Hunting one bear for the both of them and fighting over it was pretty fun. And scavenging berries for a desert never bothered them.

4. Sabo grew his hair out while he was a run away. He hated how it looked buzzed. And while he probably didn’t let it get any longer then his brother’s he loved the freedom. His mother cut his hair the second he was taken back home

5. Ace and Sabo hadn’t thought twice about bugs. Ace saw them as pests like the moths that would huddle around the candle light and Sabo was taught that they were gross. Luffy on the other hand adored them. He showed them bug fighting and showed them all sorts of cool and pretty bugs. He would also put beetles in his brothers’ shoes for fun but in the end they had come out of it for a new respect for bugs and a little bit more love-hate for Luffy.

6. Sabo tried to tell his adopted brother about his real brothers but he refused to believe Sabo was telling the truth. I mean beating up a giant tiger in the woods? Being made of rubber? Being able to eat 5 times their body weight in a matter of minutes? He thought Sabo was loony.

7. When taken back to his parents, Sabo refused to eat with his brother. Sharing a meal with someone made you friends and sharing a cup of sake made you brothers. And he wanted nothing to do with him.

8. Sabo was Dadans favourite. At first. Originally Sabo was… as well behaved as he was going to be around his brothers because that need to respect authority was so engrained in him. Though as he grew more comfortable with Dadan and trusting she really wasn’t going to kick him out other dumb things. He started joining in on the bullying Dadan band wagon. And she hated them all equally again.

9. Luffy and Ace find it absolutely hilarious how bad Sabo would get sun burnt in the summer. They would chase him around trying to slap him for hours. Dadan taught him how to make a remedy and over the years he gained a tan and freckles that he knew would have his bio dad blow a fuse.

10. Luffy always wants to be in fights of strength with his brothers to prove he’s strong. You know, arm wrestling. That weird thing were you put your feet together and push with all you’re might. And of course rough housing. But in the super early years of being a rubber man that was impossible cause his body would just. Bend. Arm wrestling? Womp womp no elbow for you. Foot wrestle? His legs fold like a piece of paper. He was humiliated and his face was bright red every time Ace and Sabo would laugh.

11. One of the best training methods the brothers had found for Luffy was actually made as a joke. Still completely pathetic at landing a damn punch Sabo jokingly said he should train by trying to catch bugs by stretching your arms. And after a lot of frustrated afternoons his aim did improve an alarming amount. Luffy to this day continues to train that way and he always thinks of Sabo when he does.

12. They never finished that bottle of sake they stole from Dadan. At the time they all thought the drink was absolutely putrid though drank their cups if it meant they were brothers. The bottle is still in the treehouse. Even after everything. It’s completely oxidised but the smell keeps animal from making their treehouse a nest so Ace and Luffy never minded all that much.

[insxghtt]

opposites attract — aemond targaryen x reader

You and Aemond were complete opposites, but he kind of loved it.

warnings: aegon being an asshole, mentions of blood, lots of fluff

this was based on this request. i have to say it again, english is not my first language so i’m really sorry if you find some mistakes here. anyway, i hope you like it!

Aemond was completely in love with you. Since the day that you walked in the castle for the first time, at 6 years old, complaining about the uncomfortable dress you father, Lord Lyonel Strong, made you wear. At that time, you were the only one who never made fun of him for not having a dragon. And when he lost his eye and nobody dared to look at his face, you were the one making him feel better.

“I look like a monster”, he said.

“Are you mad? You look like a fucking warrior, Aemond”, you smiled. “It is part of your history now and I think it’s beautiful.”

That was the moment he realized you were the one. He never said it out loud, but you were not stupid. The way he looked at you was very obvious, so you gave the first step.

He would never forget the day he took you to meet Vhagar. She was surprisingly kind to you. Aemond was smiling and it was impossible to hold back your urge to kiss his lips. So, you did. And since then, you two became something. None of you gave it a name, but it did not seem necessary. He was yours and you were his and that was all that mattered.

Your relationship was a secret for most people, but it was clear that you two cared a lot about each other. Sometimes you wondered if he would marry you. You were not an heir to anything. A marriage would not be exactly benefic to his family since your father was already an ally to the Targaryens.

When you were 15, you decided you wanted to fight. Ser Criston Cole refused to teach you, so Aemond would come to you after every lesson to train with you. You fell in love with the adrenaline, so once or twice you’d sneak out of the castle to pick on boys your age. It was funny to see their faces when they realized they just lost a fight to a girl.

Aemond hated it. Sometimes you came back with bruises and cuts. You and him would have long arguments and in the end, he would just take care of the wounds so you didn’t have to tell anyone.

But it was too much for him when, at 16 years old, you came back with a black eye and a lip cut. He made you promise that you would never get into fights again and, well, you couldn’t say no to him.

By the age of 18, you were just as good as him when it came to fighting. The problem was that, even though you were very ladylike most of the time, some people like Aegon could make you so angry that you lost all your composure.

It was what happened that night. You were invited to supper with all of his family and, as always, Aegon was drunk. Aemond was holding your hand under the table, trying to make you feel more comfortable. It worked for a while. At least until Aegon’s comments were directed to Aemond.

“So, when are you going to find yourself a wife, brother?”, he asked. “Maybe you should start to look for a blind one. It will be easier to make her say yes if she cannot see you face.”

“Do not worry about me”, Aemond smiled, taking a sip of wine. “It must be already exhausting to worry about all your bastards outside these walls.”

You coughed, trying to hide your laugh.

“Aemond!”, Alicent scolded him.

“Forgive me, mother. I was merely expressing my concern for my dear brother.”

“I’m not offended”, Aegon said and looked at you. “It just seems to me that my brother’s whore has not been pleasing him enough.”

The comment made your blood boil. He was right there, calling you a whore in front of everyone, making fun of his brother, and nothing would happen to him.

Alicent slammed her hand on the table. “That is enough! All of you to your chambers”, she said but nobody moved. “Now!”

Her voice was loud and it made all of you stand and leave the room. You knew that the right thing to do was just to ignore Aegon’s words. But still, you were so angry that your cheeks turned red. As soon as the door behind you closed and Aegon turned away to walk to his chambers, you could not control yourself.

“Aegon!”, you called him, ignoring Aemond’s voice telling you to stop.

It was too late. Aegon turned around and all he could see was your fist. The punch hit him so hard on the nose that he fell to the ground. He took his hands to his face and saw blood.

Helaena got scared with the sound of the punch and ran back to the dining room. Aemond held your waist, stopping you from throwing another punch on his brother.

“Are you fucking insane?”, Aegon yelled.

“Insane? You haven’t seen me insane!”, you tried to wriggle out of Aemond’s arms, but he held you tighter, easily lifting you off the ground.

“What is this?”, the voice of Alicent made you stop but still, Aemond didn’t put you on the ground. She looked at Aegon, who was still on the floor with his hand on his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. “Who did this?”

“I did”, Aemond said and you looked at him surprised.

Obviously, it had been you. You were being held, there was blood on your hand. But Alicent couldn’t blame you, Aegon would never assume that he was punched by a girl, Helaena was your friend and Aemond would never snitch on you.

“What?”, you whispered to him and he put you down.

“Aegon was being an idiot, so I punched him”, he ignored you and kept talking.

“Is this true, Aegon?”, she asked.

Aegon just looked at you with anger and snorted. “Yes, mother.”

Alicent sighed and helped her son to stand up. She removed his hand that was covering the wound to take a look at it. “You just had your nose broken for being an imbecile. Congratulations.”

You wanted to laugh, but you were feeling too guilty to do so. You didn’t regret breaking Aegon’s nose, but you felt bad because now Aemond was taking the blame.

She turned to you and Aemond and you felt your body stiffen. “You two. Go to your chambers now before I change my mind”, you nodded and started to walk away. “And Aemond”, she called and you stopped next to him. “We will discuss this in the morning.”

He just nodded. You and Aemond walked through the halls of the castle in silence until you finally got to your bedchamber. Before you opened the door, you turned to him.

“You didn’t have to...”, you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

“I wanted to.”

You gave him a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”, he said with a smirk. “That was quite nice to watch. You are getting better every day.”

You rolled your eyes at his flirty comment. “Your mother is furious, Aemond.”

“She’ll understand.”

“No, I promised you I wouldn’t fight like this again. I was impulsive and reckless and...”, you could not finish the sentence once again, because this time he shut you up with a kiss.

Aemond had the best kisses. They made you feel warm inside, it was like his lips were made to touch yours. First, he liked to put his hand on your neck, with his thumb touching your chin. Then, he gently pressed his lips against yours.

Aemond was always so delicate when it came to you that it was impossible not to melt. During the day, he didn't have much physical contact with you. Part of him liked that, because he could see how much of an impact just one of his touches had on you.

“You are perfect”, he whispered when he pulled away.

He was still so close to you and now his thumb touched your lips. For a moment, it felt like you were drunk, but you knew that it was just the effect that he had over you.

And then, suddenly, he turned and started to walk to his room, leaving you standing there. Your lips were parted and your eyes wide in shock. He was just going to leave?

“Is this some kind of cruel punishment?”, you asked.

All you heard was his laugh as he continued to walk away. You wanted to go after him and make him stay, but you were just too proud to do that. So, you just walked inside your bedchamber and spend the rest of the night thinking about that kiss.

[cybertron-after-dark]

You should write beast wars, can I have some silly predacon headcanons?

I should absolutely write beast wars. Silly Predacon headcanons coming up

-Megatron talks battle strategy with his rubber duck all the time. He considers it his most trusted advisor because it's never said anything stupid and never tried to kill him. Honestly, he's tempted to think of the little dude as his only real friend.

-Speaking of Megatron, the man is a WHORE for a good bath bomb. Lush addiction, 100%. He has a whole hidden stock of bath bombs, bath salts, scented oils, candles, decorative soaps, scented metal polish and flower petals specifically for spoiling himself when he feels like hes completely surrounded by idiots. Which is often. Has he ever tried to eat one of the decorative soaps that look like baked goods? It doesn't count if it's the t rex hand.

-the reason skorponok occasionally reverts into caveman speak for some episodes is the writers couldn't figure out what to do with him he knows talking like that pisses off tarantulas and he thinks his annoyance is funny even though literally nobody else is amused by the bit.

-skorponok actually kind of misses dinobot because he made his job a lot easier. Constantly pitching ideas, suggesting battle strategies, pointing out flaws in plans. He was useful, even if he seemed to hate skorponok. He doesn't really know how to be a good second in command anymore because a crucial part of the dynamic is missing and he just can't adapt.

-waspinator is perfectly capable of speaking in normal grammar and not in the third person but he's been doing it since he joined in with Megatron and at this point he thinks he's in too deep to knock it off. He thinks it makes him sound cuter because it's actually an evolution of internet uwu speak. Memes get weirdly translated from earth to Cybertron and back.

-waspinator is actually really good at baking but he'll get blasted to bits a thousand times over before he lets anyone other than terrorsaur know because none of his other coworkers deserve to try his cupcakes (and also because he doesn't want to get "promoted" to kitchen slave). Dinobot knew, but he didn't snitch. Wasp never found out that Dinobot would occasionally snag a brownie, he always thought he just counted wrong.

-Terrorsaur is not above attempting to seduce a maximal but all his flirting attempts go horribly awry. If they don't outright reject him they just have no idea what he's getting at bc Predacon flirting is usually a lot different than maximal flirting so everyone thinks he's just kind of being a dick like usual. Dinobot knows exactly what is happening and ranges anywhere from amused to disgusted by the cross-faction fling attempts. The flying weasel clearly has no principles.

-Every couple weeks or so wasp and terrorsaur will get together to watch terrible movies over a bottle of highgrade and it always devolves into bitching about megatron. They tried inviting tarantulas a few times but he'd always make things Weird by bringing in slashers with really good special effects and proceeding to gush about how tasty the gore looks.

-Tarantulas knows what just about every living species in the known galaxy tastes like, organic, mechanical and everything in between. If it's made contact with Cybertron, chances are he's he's tried their flesh (or lack thereof). If it's at all possible, he wants to find out enough about the Vok to figure out how to capture, kill and eat one.

-Tarantulas also thinks rampage is a total poser when it comes to cannibalism. He doesn't even look like he's having fun with it. Barely any torturing or teasing beforehand, only dramatic monologues about fear and anguish. Bah! Amateur...

-Blackarachnia has a trash tv addiction. She doesn't know WHY the Darksyde's datatrax has every season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians and like 30 TLC produced shows, but she refuses to stop watching them. Tarantulas fucking hates it. She does not care and if he complains she will turn the volume higher.

-Blackarachnia has incredibly mixed feelings on the story Cinderella. On the one hand, it gives her a degree of hope. A girl reduced to a work slave for terrible people that gets to escape and live it up with a guy that lives her? Great conceptually, but she only got to get out of it because she was a good person and nice to everyone. Blackarachnia? Not quite so disgustingly sweet. She's a bad girl through and through. And evidently bad people don't get to escape bad situations. Oh well. She can always try to fake it til she makes it.

-Inferno has always secretly hoped that when the war is over, his Queen Megatron will settle down with him and repopulate the colony together. He has wildly saccharine domestic daydreams of being with his giant beloved lizardy queen and their 3000+ kids. He has accidentally let this slip around Megatron once, who proceeded to pointedly ignore what he just said.

-Terrorsaur and Blackarachnia got Inferno to watch Drag Race but upon hearing the contestants being called queen, he took it a bit too literally and interpreted the show as the sad, underwhelming way human queens settle disputes between their colonies instead of just fighting the proper way. Lame.

-Quickstrike is so so very sad he can't play video games. He wants to play GTA and cause excessive and wanton death and destruction, but his fucked up hands cannot hold the controller. He forsakes Primus for building him the way he did. He keeps trying to get tarantulas to make him a usable controller but he gets brushed off every time.

-Quickstrike has attempted to ride inferno in his beast mode into battle. It did not end well but for about a solid 18 seconds it looked metal as hell.

-Rampage actually really likes depth charge and wants to be friends sooooo bad but he doesn't know how to handle that in a healthy way so he keeps trying to get his attention by playing up the cannibalism thing and hoping they fight again. Honestly he just kind of likes depth charge holding him, even if it's in a chokehold.

-After losing transmutate, Rampage projected a lot of his grief onto waspinator, which lead to a very strange period of time on the ship where rampage would get very cuddly and protective of wasp, who was incredibly terrified of what would happen if he shoved the crab off. Usually accompanied by Rampage being Incredibly Sad.

-every month the preds have a game night. Usually a board game or card game with Megatron's house rules. Said house rules are specifically designed to make a fight break out for his amusement. These game nights typically end with at least three people in the r-chamber and somebody missing at least one limb.

[trans-shuichisaihara]

it's been a long time since i added any new pieces to my tragedy au, but i've been thinking about Them again so here's a fic

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The van shook and groaned as they tore their way through the ruins of what used to be Kobe. Smoke lingered in the air, polluted evidence that the attack on this area had been recent.

Mere hours had passed since they were forced to abandon their home in the face of Ultimate Despair supporters closing in on the area surrounding Kyoto. Kokichi clenched the steering wheel tightly, sharply turning to avoid a fallen piece of rubble. This was such a mess. He almost wished they’d—no. He pushed that thought out of his mind. Things were fine. They had the necessities and that was all they needed. He repeated that over and over, as if it would block out Kaede’s crying in the back seat.

Miu wasn’t much better. “I just hated it, alright?!” She outright denied every potential new base, taking one look at the setup and deeming it either irreparable or just not good enough.

“If you keep hating everything, we’re going to have to sleep in the car tonight,” he finally rebutted, getting frustrated at her refusal to drop her standards for one whole night.

“I’d rather sleep in the car than some drafty, unsafe pile of crap!”

They continued arguing for a while, before Kaede finally spoke up. “Would you please stop yelling.” Her broken yet firm tone efficiently silenced the two of them—it was a command, not a request.

A long silence hung over them like a guillotine, the reality of their situation looming overhead as that blade might—threateningly. This wasn’t the time for petty squabbling, but there was nothing else they could do either to relieve the fear in their hearts.

“We can’t sleep in the van,” Kokichi finally muttered, squeezing the steering wheel. “And we can’t keep searching forever. We’re going to run out of gas soon.”

Miu leaned against the passenger’s window, hugging her arms to her chest. She let out a huff, her breath clouding the glass before dissipating. Quietly, she responded, “Fine. Just pick one, and I’ll get us some new gas, and we’ll find a better place tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a concession, but it was certainly a compromise. Kokichi knew that Miu was struggling with everything just as much as Kaede was—trying to process that their home was gone, that their parents were dead... Certainly, he held no hard feelings towards her—she was his bestest friend in this whole wide shitty world, after all.

But because he was her best friend, he knew that he had to keep her safe. So, if that meant forcing her to stay put in a shitty ruined building when anything intact would be an easy target of any rioters or followers of Despair, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Ideally, he’d find some place crummy, but not too crummy. Unappealing on the outside, but intact on the inside. Miu wasn’t exactly wrong in denying some of the places they’d looked at earlier, but... Beggars really couldn’t be choosers.

He drove them into a gloomy neighborhood, slowing the car to a crawl. They observed each ruined house in turn, trying their best to ignore the splatters of dried blood on the cracked streets and driveways.

After a few minutes of “window shopping”, Miu sighed loudly. “These all suck.”

In the rearview mirror, Kokichi saw Kaede grimace. “I don’t disagree. There’s a lot of bomb damage in this area...”

“That works out in our favor,” Kokichi pointed out. “If they’ve hit this area, there probably won’t be too many people around, and they probably won’t target this area in the near future either.”

Miu harrumphed. “Stop being right about things. Just find one that isn’t fucked up already.”

Silently, he continued on, and after a few more minutes he found their first candidate in this area. A small two-storied house with an intact driveway, which they pulled up onto before getting out.

“The windows are shattered,” Miu complained as Kaede was grabbing their self defense weapons—nothing special, just a crowbar for Miu, a kitchen knife for Kaede, and a baseball bat for Kokichi.

“Just give it a chance, Miu,” Kaede begged, exhaustion pulling her shoulders downward. Miu frowned, but she complied and said nothing more as they made their way inside through the open front door.

It was dark inside, and though he could assume it was pointless, he still tried to flick the light switch to turn the lights on. Nothing, of course—the power grid in this area was probably long gone, annihilated in the destruction of Kobe. Reluctantly, he flicked on his flashlight, and Kaede did the same with hers.

“I’ll check the security of the first floor,” he decided, his voice firm as he made the call and continued delegating tasks, “Akamatsu-chan, check and see if the upstairs is intact. Iruma-chan, see if the garage has space and opens—if we can get the van hidden away, and the building is stable, this’ll have to do.”

Kaede nodded, while Miu gave him a shrug, again commenting, “The windows are busted; that’s a major weak point.”

Kokichi couldn’t disagree there. “Yes, but if we can lock and barricade the doors, some broken windows aren’t going to be that big of a deal. It might even tell others that this place is useless—no one would camp out in a house with broken windows, yeah?”

Again, Miu shrugged, but she seemed to accept his response as she wandered off towards the logical location of the garage, opening a door before flicking on her flashlight. It seemed to be it, as she walked through the door and started looking around.

“I’m going upstairs; be careful around the broken glass, okay?” Kaede gave him a smile before going off on her assignment, the stairs creaking as she walked up them. Kokichi watched her go, before silently beginning to patrol the first floor.

The windows in the front were shattered, but the side and back ones were still intact. The doors themselves were untouched, aside from the wear-and-tear one would expect on a home that had been lived in for many years. There weren’t any unpleasant smells, aside from spoiled food in an unpowered fridge. It looked a bit battered from the outside, but overall it was in relatively good shape.

Whoever lived here must’ve met their unfortunate end elsewhere, or fled. Hopefully it was the latter.

Miu returned from her search first, hands on her hips as she announced, “I think we can fit the car in; we’ll have to move a few things, but I was able to get the door open manually.”

He gave her a smile and decided to tease her. “I’m so glad that wasn’t too much for your itty bitty piggy brain to figure out!”

Somehow his response seemed to surprise her, and it took a moment before she pushed him by his shoulder in retaliation. “You lil shit, you think now’s the time to be flirting with me?” She stuck her tongue out at him, and his smile turned into a mischievous grin.

“Me, flirt with you? Wow, someone’s getting haughty!” He stuck his tongue out at her cheekily. “I thought the smell in here was coming from you, and I’m not into pigs that roll around in the mud!”

They poked and prodded at each other while they waited for Kaede, but after a few minutes, their bantering simmered and slowed to a stop. They stood in tense silence, Miu’s brows furrowed as she looked at the stairs. Kokichi looked as well, both of their minds in sync.

“She’s taking a while.”

“Yeah.”

Miu shifted in place. “You didn’t hear anything weird?”

He shook his head. “It’s been quiet.”

“... Maybe she’s just being really careful.”

“Maybe.”

The way the staircase loomed in front of them was starting to become unbearable. Finally, Kokichi scoffed and, without announcing it, he started towards the stairs.

“H-Hey, wait up!” Miu was at his heels as he ascended the stairs, his footsteps light enough that they made no sound—there was only the delayed creak of Miu’s steps behind him.

There was a murmur of sound on the second floor—voices—and Kokichi’s heart grew fearful and panicked. Quickly, he swerved his head around to pinpoint the location and darted towards a door at the end of the hall.

“What—” Miu started to ask, but Kokichi gave her a stern look and a finger to his lips as he pressed his ear to the door.

“What was that?” an unfamiliar voice asked—a man.

“Hm? Oh, that sounded like Miu; she’s my sister,” Kaede answered. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m keeping them waiting. C’mon, I’ll—”

Kokichi shoved open the door. The stranger and Kaede both jumped, and Kokichi took advantage of their surprise to run forward and disable the stranger by kicking him straight in the knee.

He fell like a sack of potatoes to his side, shouting out in pain and alarm. “What the fuck?!”

“Akamatsu-chan, hurry downstairs; I’ll make sure this guy doesn’t get the chance to do anything,” he growled, distrust and fear mixing crudely in his heart. His grip on his baseball bat was tight as he shoved the tip of it into the stranger’s shoulder.

Kaede stared at him with wide eyes. “Huh? Ouma-kun, what—ah, no, you’ve got the wrong idea!” She did the opposite as he commanded, instead hurrying to his side and grabbing his wrist. “He’s friendly! He’s in high school, just like us!”

Kokichi took another look at him—true enough, he looked about their age, with dark messy hair and an ugly goatee on his chin. He held his kicked knee and looked up at him with confusion-filled eyes.

He scoffed, looking back to Kaede. “Age and friendliness mean nothing,” he rebutted, twisting his wrist from her grasp. “Don’t forget there were teens in that riot in Kyoto, too.”

Kaede winced and stepped back. “Ouma-kun, I know that.”

“You know this guy?” the stranger asked, shoving at the baseball bat to divert it away from him. Kokichi scowled and aimed it back at him.

“Ah, yes, this is my friend Ouma Kokichi-kun—” Kaede introduced.

“Akamatsu-chan,” he hissed at her, “Don’t be so casual with giving out our names to people!”

“Ouma, huh?” the stranger repeated without bothering to use any honorifics. He inched back enough that he could stand up again, massaging his knee. “C’mon, I swear I’m not gonna hurt you guys; I was just tryin’ to bunker down for a while, and then Akamatsu here walked in.”

“Well, this is our place!” Kokichi declared, looking back to Miu. “Isn’t that right, Iruma-chan?”

“Huh?!” She blinked at him, before scowling. “Well, yeah, of course! I don’t want to go looking for another place when this one is actually decent!”

“Ouma-kun, he was here first,” Kaede chided. “But even so, he said it was okay if we bunkered down here for the night with him.” She turned to the stranger. “Right, Momota-kun?”

“Momota” hesitated. “Uh, well, yeah. I did say that...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “But this Ouma guy here doesn’t seem to want to play nice...”

“Of course not! Playing nice with strangers is a sure way to get stabbed to death while we sleep!” he retorted. “No one would be stupid enough to share a living space with a total stranger in this nightmare!”

Both Momota and Kaede were silent. Miu crossed her arms, frowning.

Receiving no response, Kokichi pushed forward. “It’s three against one, and so you gotta leave,” he declared.

Momota’s jaw fell. “Don’t be stupid—and selfish, for that matter! I was here first!”

“Ouma-kun, I’m certain about him being safe,” Kaede insisted, putting herself between the two again. “If something happens, it’ll be my fault, okay?”

He glared up at her. “And if he hurts you or Iruma-chan? What then?”

“I’m not going to—!” “He’s not going to—!” Momota and Kaede said at the same time, before looking at each other. He gave her a nervous grin while she quietly laughed.

“Oh no, no you don’t!” Kokichi shoved his way past Kaede, stomping up to Momota. “Listen here, mister! You better not touch Akamatsu-chan, or Iruma-chan and me are gonna let you have it! I know she’s a total catch and all but she’s got super high standards and you certainly aren’t enough of a catch to be worth reeling in!”

Momota’s eyes widened and he gasped like a fish, stammering out, “No, it’s not like that! I’m not gonna do something like that, I just was being nice ‘cause she was being nice—”

“Aha! The victim blaming type!” Kokichi shoved his finger into Momota’s chest. “I’ve got you read like a book. Yup, I’m gonna keep an eye on you—and in the morning, you better leave, got it?”

“Ouma-kun...” Kaede sighed, bringing a hand to her forehead. “I’m sorry, Momota-kun. He’s normally not like this...”

Momota grimaced. “I sure would hope not, or else I’d wonder why you’re friends with a guy like him...”

Kokichi huffed. “I’ll have you know I’m a much better choice as a friend than you would ever be, thank you very much.” He walked behind Momota and roughly shoved him towards the door. “Anyway! This is our room now! Go find a different room—and then tomorrow, you better leave! I’m serious!” he demanded and reiterated, even as Momota protested.

Yes, it would all be better once they got this stranger out of their hair.

(Little did he know, this stranger named Momota Kaito wasn’t going anywhere.)

[dragondemoness]

Can I ask for kiibo,Miu, kokichi having a crush on the ultimate robotics engineers who has a androids assistant following them around 24/7.

And could you also make the androids to be someone who's always showing positive energy ( and maybe a little bit clingy to the reader) you can choose the androids gender.

I hope I didn't ask too much, thank you!!

Why does this sound so cute-

Kiibo, Miu and Kokichi with an Ultimate Robotics Engineer Reader

K1-B0/Kiibo

He finds you very fascinating

It’s interesting to know someone else besides Professor Idabashi who specializes in robotics

He tried to befriend you rather quickly

He was that interested in what you were all about

What also interested him was your little android companion

They followed you everywhere you went, keeping track of your schoolwork, giving you advice, and just being a supportive friend to you

They liked to spectate and help you with your projects, and they loved giving you hugs and being affectionate with you

Kiibo couldn’t help but be jealous at how close they were to you, even after you became friends

It didn’t help that your android companion was also very protective of you and didn’t like him being near you

They basically became rivals just like that

Even when you started a relationship with him, the android still wasn’t too fond of him

But they backed off of him, per your request, and they’ll come to respect each other in time

Anyway, Kiibo admires you, and your talent as well

Your android assistant was questionable, but dw, they’re not gonna hate each other forever

Miu Iruma

You think you’re better than her??

She approached you because she was curious about your talent, but she never forgot to mention that she was the superior inventor here

You specialize in robotics, it’s not a competition

But you let her have her fun

She liked to poke fun at your android assistant, laughing about you “fucking them” every time they spoke to you

She says like she didn’t have a thing for Kiibo in the game

“Hah! What, is that your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? Were you so desperate that you made your own little fucktoy or something?”

Point that out, and she’ll get flustered and walk away

They’ve also gotten into several arguments because the android wasn’t too fond of her rudeness

She also volunteered to help you on your projects before they could, so they basically started fighting for your attention as well

Soon, Miu got feelings for you and made sure to confess in front of your assistant

She pulled you into a kiss and stared them in the face while they were watching from afar

The android wasn’t too happy about that, but begrudgingly agreed to support your relationship

That doesn’t mean they have to like her, though

Anyway, Miu might tease you a lot, but she loves you and your talent

Kokichi Oma

He’s very curious about your talent

When you first met, he asked you to look into Kiibo’s programming

You refused, and he pouted and complained that you were no fun

He decided that you were cool and decided to bother you

He repeatedly asked you to design evil robots for his organization, to dismantle Kiibo, and a number of strange requests no, not like that

Of course, you turned all of them down

Like Miu, he also teased you about your assistant

“Ooooh, are you guys dating??”

Yeah, they’re not a fan of him

When he confesses his feelings to you, they do not approve

Not only is he annoying, but he’s a lying piece of shit

Kokichi doesn’t really mind that they hate him, but he did start acting all nice towards them as if he hadn’t made fun of them three days ago

It’s gonna take a while for them to warm up to him

Anyway, he might be a little shit, but he’s your little shit

He loves bragging about how awesome you are, especially in front of Miu

But he actually means everything he says about you

You’re amazing to him, regardless of his little jokes

[viviennelamb]

Wrt to the topic of sex and reproduction being it's goal. I believe heterosexuals should stop reproducing altogether at least for a month. And having sex at that. They've been actively showing how "good" of parents they are through TV shows and youtube channels. The so called pure couples who only do the deed for reproduction also turn out to be pedophiles and rapists. This could be result of karma and so on, but I just genuinely dislike them, how they worship sex and think reproducing makes them deities. Women become insufferable when they give birth too. Female underachievers are some of the worst people to talk to, because they want to be treated with same exact respect as women who have done great things (being scientists, CEOs, sportswomen etc) outside of doing what the 50% of population is able to do. From my experience they will always need to put you down and say that you might have achieved goals, but you truly have achieved nothing if you haven't given birth! I don't see males do this and it is thoroughly upsetting to me that I've seen women who call themselves girls' girls or feminists treat other women like so called empty egg cartons for not fucking with males and being child free. They hate you even more when you're a happy, thriving and grateful child free person and not a bitter old harpy"

We can have beliefs, but that won't be reality. Expecting people to have no drive to procreate, or even have sex isn't realistic, but it's better to talk about the results of that so they don’t make excuses anymore. I found that instead of expecting remedial people to make the correct decisions, allow them to suffer and plainly state where they went wrong. If they don’t want to listen, then they will do what they want, but now at least they know the solution. You have to treat these individuals like children.

For example, if a woman is complaining about her husband simply say: “You chose him.” And end it there. She will come to the realization that she is in control of her life. These individuals are looking for emotionality to feed on to keep themselves alive. The more you feed them emotionally, the more egotistical they become.

Pure couples aren't pedophiles and rapists, though. Most people pretend and act because that’s the False Self they want to project. These couples are once in a lifetime rare. People who claim to be pure in the age of egotism aren’t engaging in eroticism of any kind and live in solitude, even if they’re coupled. The closest thing to pure during this age are single mothers who devote their lives to their children and remain chaste. Single mothers are despised for a reason.

Again, that's where the emotional disability comes from, that you've achieved nothing if you haven't given birth. They're incapable of seeing how everybody has different roles because they have no concept of anything apart from sex. Males don't do this as much because they can't give birth, but they still definitely believe the purpose of life is sex.

I see pregnancy, birth and child-raising as total suffering and slavery, so those who want to subject themselves are free to do that. People who have shitty parents need to get in touch with their real parents instead of trying to find an ego replacement.

The majority are schizophrenics, and you can see them at their worst when they become conspiracy theorists/truthers. I had a Dworkin worshipping hetero say I was a government agent for not saying that females are victims. They refuse to take responsibility for their actions, blaming it on every minority or an effect instead of themselves. They want more births, yet they despise the people who they have bred here. They will talk about how horrible the world is and in the next breath ask you when you’re having children.

Although insane people would obviously deem what I say as wrong, heterosexuals have to draw up elaborate unrelated connections (which is, again, schizophrenia) to come to the conclusions they have as to why the world isn’t in their favor. They will also say that the newest generation of children are fucked up, but who's raising them? Their lust-born children who cannot find their souls will go to prison which is why they want prison abolition—they know they didn't raise their children right. Most people would die before they admit sex is the problem, so let them die.

[elysianstarl1ght]

TF2 HALF-ANIMAL AU

HEAR ME OUT.

au where engie and medic are experimenting, the other mercs are in the room when something goes wrong. they get it contained and don't think anything went wrong, until they all go to sleep, wake up, and find that they all have new animal features.

medic - dove heavy - grizzly bear pyro - scorpion engie - bumblebee demo - 'unknown sea creature' (nessie) soldier - eagle spy - rattlesnake sniper - tarantula scout - rabbit

i wanted to avoid mythical creatures but i really had no idea what to do with demo. but i think imma stick with it because technically its not mythical in the tf2-verse and i have a rlly funny hc about it.. so..

ONTO SOME HEADCANONS!

(warning you. theres alot. a l o t .)

scout constantly complaining that he "got a rabbit of all things and not a cool animal" and refusing to admit he's actually having a lot of fun as a rabbit. he really likes his new ears he'll just never admit it

(also pauling trying to talk to scout through the headphones but his ears are on the top of his head and he cant hear through the headphones

one of the mercs calling pauling to let her know what happened and she shows up at reds base and is just like "what the fuck did you guys DO" and she goes on a huge rant and eventually asks if medic can make an antidote, to which he says yes.

demo having a huge ass tail and constantly knocking things over because he doesnt know how to control it.

medic officially banned him from the infirmary until he could get a cure to un-animalify them. demo went in there ONE TIME on the first day and knocked over an entire cabinet filled with medical supplies and he never went in there again (he darted out of the room instantly because he was worried medic was gonna kick his ass /lh)

engie absolutely loves his wings, he doesnt use them often but when he does he gets so excited and giddy bc theyre SO helpful!! hes probably also rlly protective of them too!

soldier knocks shit over with her wings all the damn time too. she randomly flaps her wings because she Loves Them and wants to show them off and whatever she's next to goes flying. she was also probably one of the only mercs that wasnt extremely concerned when she woke up; she probably shouted "AMERICA!!!!" at the top of her lungs and woke up half the base

spy wearing his mask significantly less because she has scales on the side of his face and under her eyes and the mask rubbing against the scales makes him cringe (sensory issues moment)

also i just find it slightly cruel how i made spy a SNAKE and scout a RABBIT. just- just think about that real quick.

sniper would have the time of his LIFE fucking with his team and the opposing team with his new spider powers!! some examples below

creating web traps to catch them. he especially does this to blu spy when he tries to backstab sniper (and scout just for fun. he falls for the traps every time)

web nets just around corners in the base that the mercs run into

crawling along the ceiling and walls to scare the shit out of his team, especially at night

swinging down infront of them when hes hanging on the ceiling also to scare the shit out of them

yeah sniper probably hated being a tarantula at first, but after he discovered what he could do oh BOY. he never realized how much fun messing with people was!! (he no longer blames scout and pyro for doing stupid shit)

pyro lowkey struggles with their mask and suit because of their new scorpion features. like they have those extra leg thingies and it was a huge struggle trying to get those to work with his suit

and dont get me started on his pincher hand things. pyro struggled. alot.

and his stinger thing. houh boy they probably accidentally killed the mercs a lot of times with that thing...

i dont really have anything for heavy yet (please feel free to drop any hcs) but i can tell you this much he has HUGE bear hands and he has bear ears and medic finds it absolutely adorable.

adding onto this medic wrapping his wings around the mercs while healing them when theyre standing still. like theyre hiding around a corner and medic brings them closer with his wings.

ALSO MEDIC HAS BIRD FEET (he hates it) and he had to cut holes in a pair of his gloves because he got bird talons (he REALLY hates that.)

oh my god thasts... thats a lot of writing... thats not even all of it... oh yikes...

[lemmilemura]

You want some academic rivals to lovers? With a lil bit of spice at the end? You want that? I KNOW YOU DO SO HERE YOU GOOOOOOO For the fic, reader's last name is used, and instead of just putting (Y/L/N), I'm gonna use my O.C.s name, which is Evans. If you really don't like that I will go in and change it just lemme know <3

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

"I'm really dreading the new seating charts, I know I'll be next to someone I can't stand in atleast one, I guarantee it." Bronwyn complained next to me. "Saaaaame. I can already see it..." Said Maeve. I just kept quiet. All of the teachers spontaneously got together and decided to change every single seating chart for every class. Nobody was happy with it, especially those who understood how the teachers liked to arrange things. Luckily they weren't the type of people to put asshole class clowns next to the quiet ones, that would have made this all even worse.

The thing is, they put those with similar levels of success and intelligence together, and in my class there was only one other person who matched me; we were the top two of our class, always really closely matched, and I hated it. "I feel really bad for you, (Y/N). I mean, you'll probably be put next to Si-" "Don't. Even. Think about it." I cut her off. "Even just the thought makes me wanna jump out of the window." Everyone in Bayview knew that putting Simon Kelleher and me in the same class was one of, if not the biggest mistakes the school system could have made.

"Sorry, forgot you two had beef that's been going on for centuries." She joked, but in part it was true. Ever since elementary we've been trying to out-do eachother 24/7, eventhough our families were actually friends. You can imagine how basically every thanksgiving and family-holiday ended up. In High School atleast we didn't have every class together, but the ones where teachers did the 'quality match-ups' we did of course. "You didn't forget, Maeve. Stop making it worse." Bronwyn lightly pushed her sister's shoulder. "It's... fine." I said, shrugging, trying to get to other thoughts.

The ring of the first bell of the day smashed me back down to reality though. I had 3 classes without him, then 3 with. (I dunno american school hours just go with it k fanks xD), I just had to survive 3 hours until lunch, then 3 more and I'd be free. "Praying to whatever god will listen that I'm spared." I did prayer hands and looked over at Bronwyn and Maeve. "Good luck." They said, and left. I checked my schedule on the way to my first calss, and, of course, there was a change. One of our teachers suddenly got sick, and since the first class was 2 hours of their class, they got changed. The last two basically got pushed to the front. 2 hours, 1 hour of freedom, and then 1 again.

"Well looky here. How fun. We get to go home early." I almost broke my phone in half with how tightly I was gripping it. I don't have time for this right now. I just ignored him and walked past, in the direction of our first class. "Not even a hello? You really are an asshole, huh Evans?" "Says you, Kelleher." I still refused to look at him. "Oh, so you haven't gone mute! Fantastic." He always seemed endlessly entertained by those one-sided conversations, I mean he had no friends so of course he appreciated any form of human contact.

"Who do you think they put us with?" He kept talking, and I kept walking. "Wouldn't it be fun if they at us next to eachother? I think it'd be hilarious." He greatly exatterated a smile. "Fuck off, Kelleher." I eventually managed to tune him out for the rest of the way to class. I was endlessly relieved when the door came into view. I just let it fall closed behind me, not giving a single fuck about if it may crush Simon. Kind of wanted it to. The teacher wasn't there yet, well their stuff was, they probably went to go get something.

On the whiteboard was written "Find the seat with your name on it" Simple enough. Some people were already at their seats, so I just maneuvred around those to look for mine. Mine was at the far side, at the window. Everyone knows the window seats are the best place to sit. Main character moment. I quickly set my stuff down and got to getting settled in. "I must be psychic, huh?" All my movement freezes. No. No. I beg you, whatever god is listening, NO. It takes a lot of courage to turn around and face him.

"Hello, neighbour" He said, with that shit-eating grin on his face. What being did I upset to deserve being stuck next to Simon Kelleher for almost 6 hours a week for the forseeable future? Which one? I'll apologize, AFTER BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. Luckily before anything could happen, the teacher got in, accompanied by one of the school staff who like take care of the building or something, not really sure. They were each carrying a giant box that seemed pretty heavy.

"Alright class, seems everyone found their seats, perfect. Now, in these boxes is a very important item for this class. To help teach you all about life and all that, we have decided to, for part of your final grade this year, set up a group project." The teacher explained, and immediately people started looking around the room and partner up with people, from anywhere in the room. "Now before you get too ahead of yourselves, the groups have already been decided." Fuck fuck fuck. I know where this is gonna go. Please no. I closed my eyes and put my hands infront of my face.

"The groups are groups of two." My life flashed before my eyes. "Your partner is the person you’re seated with. Simple as that. And no, there will be no changes to the groups." I’m ready to jump out the window, salute the teacher and just die. "Well, whatever this’ll be, I have to admit we’re probably gonna do good since, and this is in no way a compliment, we are the two smartest people in this room right now. Teacher included." I hated the fact that I agreed with Simon. The two of us often got complimented on our intelligence, and teachers have, in the past, suggested we partner on group projects. The "NO"s they received were faster than lightning.

"I wasn’t taking it as a compliment, so don’t worry. The day you compliment me is the day you have been replaced by an alien. Can’t wait." I force a very condesending smile. "Aww, so you want me to compliment you? You could’a just said so sooner." He smirked at me. This bitch- "The project is..." the teacher began handing out the thing in the box. "Taking care of a fake baby together!"

.-.

-_-

>:(

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ANYTHING BUT THIS I COULD HAVE DONE PERFECTLY FINE BUT A BABY? A FAKE BABY? WITH SIMON KELLEHER? WHY??

The teacher came round to us, set the baby on our table, and continued on. "That has got to be the ugliest baby I have ever seen. Definitely got that from you." He pushed it towards me. "Why would it look like you, you’re not even the father." I responded. He was right though, the baby was in this weird uncanny-valley, right between cartoonish and waaaaay too realistic. "I know. There’s no way I would ever get it on with you." "Feeling’s mutual."

The school helper person then came around and set a bottle, some clothes and a small selection of toys onto the tables. "You will have to feed, put to sleep and basically take care of this baby for a month. At the end of that one month period, a qr-code on the back of the baby’s head will be scanned, revealing if you properly took care of your baby. So no just leaving it in a corner for a month, that will be an automatic fail. You will also need to write a short paper about what you kearned during that time, as a collaborative effort."

I turned it around and there was indeed a qr-code. "Hitman baby" I whispered to myself. "Hitman is a barcode. Wait, you know Hitman?" He asked, seemingly very surprised. "Yes, I know Hitman. Watched a man kill a bunch of people with only cupcakes, with only a fish I think, stuff em all in a freezer, all that stuff." (RTGame supremacy)

The other students around us were already playing around with their babies, giving them names, throwing them into the air and whatnot. "Now if you may, can of person of each group please scan the qr-code and enter the people in the group and the name you have chosen for your baby." I had my phone in my pocket, so I grabbed it and scanned the code. "What’ll we name it?" I looked over at Simon. "Hitman?" He suggested, bordering on joking and an actual suggestion. "No, dumbass. But... does Hitman have a name?" I then got to googling. "We’re not actually going to name this uncanny-valley nightmare after a literal assassin, are we?"

"It’s a literal fake baby, it’s not going to matter what we name it, I can hear some people name it 'Pope mobile' and 'Mr.Worldwide Mr.305' so why not?" He let out a breath at the names, almost a laugh, but not quite. "He’s just referred to as 'Agent 47'. Ideas?" I went back to the tab with the name box. "Well, what about Agent?" "Agent? I mean, it’s not terrible, not great, but I feel like it’s gonna be the best thing we’ll come up with. Agent it is!" And so, the baby is named Agent.

The rest of the class went on with the teacher explaning how to take care of the baby, why they organized this, etc etc. Since the 'introduction' to the babies took almost the whole first hour, the second was used for us to arrange how we were going to co-parent our babies. Very accurate, since if me and Simon by some evil force ever would have children, they would be co-parented to hell and back.

"Let’s just do a daily thing. Every day after school we’ll swap. Easy enough, right?" I suggested. We agreed, then the day went on with minimal annoyance. Turns out almost everyone was doing the baby project. It was kind of funny seeing hundreds of high-schoolers carrying around hundreds of fake babies, some already crying. The only time me and Simon ended up talking was when we 'exchanged babies'. Time sort of flew and soon enough, it was the last week of the project. We decided to get together at Simon’s place to write our paper. I was of course hesitant, but agreed since I wasn’t going to sit in a library for hours.

There was music playing from his computer as both of us worked on our halves of the paper on the document we’d been given. It was pretty peaceful, neither of us said a word. Then, of course, Agent decided to start crying. "Oh come on kid, now? Really?" Simon complained, and eventhough I was sitting closer to it and it was literally in arms reach, he got up and scooped Agent out of his position on his bed. He started softly rocking him side to side, whispering things I couldn’t quite understand while trying to figure out what was wrong. "Could you hand me his bottle, please?" He asked, only briefly looking in my direction before focusing back on Agent.

I went and got the bottle from my bag, but as I looked back up, something about the scene made me stop in my tracks. I don’t know if it was the lighting, music in the background, the visual of Simon and Agent but something did something to me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

This was not good. In no way was it good. Maybe it was the fact that in all this time I had never seen just how Simon treated Agent, since we had never previously been together in a room, all 3 of us, when he acted up. I don’t know why but I never expected to see him so... soft? Nurturing? I don’t know what it is, but it was making me feel things and I didn’t want it to. I catch myself quick enough and bring him the bottle, which seems to solve the issue. "Look at you, bein’ a dad. Almost like you’ve done this before... you haven’t done this before, have you?" I asked, only somewhat joking. "What? No, of course not. Shoulda seen the first week, I was about ready to throw him across the room the second he started crying."

For a moment we just stood there, looking at this fake child we had been 'raising' for a month now. "I must admit... I think I’m gonna miss this ’lil guy once this is over." He spoke so uncharafteristically softly. "You can buy one. Pretty sure kids toys these days are like this already." I suggested, then sat down on his bed again. "Yeah but, that’s not the same." He sat down too, still holding Agent in his arms. "You really got attached to a fake robo baby, huh?" I teased him. "Oh shut up" He pushed me to the side, but misjudged his strength and my position and ended up causing me to fall off his bed antirely. "Ah fuck!" I cursed. Good thing he isn’t an actual baby who can hear us.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" He set Agent down and came to help me up. "Jeez, Kelleher, when’d you get so nice? It’s starting to freak me out." He sort of glanced me over to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself, but when he got to my face and we made eyecontact, he seemed to freeze. There was something going on, but I couldn’t quite tell what, I never could.

In a flash, my back is pressed up against the wall next to his bed, my hands firmly on his chest and his lips on mine. He was kissing me. I was kissing him. And the worst part was that I was enjoying it. Eventhough I did, there was a part of my brain telling me it was wrong. So, I started pushing him away a little. He seemed to immediately get the memo and stopped, looking into my eyes. We both took a moment to breathe, he seemed just as surprised by the situation as I was. "I don't think we should be doing this." I said. "Do you want to stop?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I pulled him back into another kiss. Fuck 'should', I need this. I thought. If you'd have told me just a month earlier that I'd be in Simon Kelleher's room and willingly making out with him, I'd have called you crazy. How it took me this long to realize the 'hate' and 'dislike' I had for Simon was actually just a shit ton sexual tension all along I still don't know. It wasn't until this moment that I fully realized that I had wanted this for what felt like an eternity, that want crashing down on me all at once and making me never want to stop kissing him.

Simon then put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up, pressing me further against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. Eventually though we had to pull apart and breathe, both of our faces obviously red and flushed. "Are we really about to do this with a baby in the room?" I sarcastically asked. "It's fake anyway." He then moved his head to my neck and started peppering kisses on it. "Do you want to though?" He asked.

"You really think I can say no now?" I respond. I can feel him smirk against my neck.

:)

It’s currently 2am when I finished this and omg this has been in my drafts for so long and it’s finally seeing the light of day, or should I say night. Some parts are kind of rushed and not as food but I just really wanted to finish it tonight. Hope you still enjoy it <3

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Yknow what. I’m not done complaining about dc. I started bitching in the tags of my prev post & i have more feelings. I get a stack of dc every month & we’ll take the vertigo (i refuse to call it anything else if only cause it’s shorter) stuff out i still have like 6 titles a month. That is if dc decides they’ll actually put out a jsa issue that month. The ones I’m most excited to read rn? Flash, Birds of Prey, & Green Arrow. Why? Cause the characters feel like the characters i fell in love with & the story is actually compelling. Yes, green arrow is suffering hard from the crossover shoehorning but the whole physically cannot occupy the same time and space as the people you love is a legit issue for Ollie & fascinating gotcha from Merlyn. Like, it’s novel! And I’m curious to see how it shakes out. The weird string theory/comic book physics around the speed force that spurrier is doing in flash is honestly REALLY cool. I’ll be the first to say i couldn’t care less about the speed force. It works cause it’s plot the only reason the flashes study it is cause they’re a bunch of adhd scientists who can’t help themselves & the writers feel the need to put their stamp on it. The whole weird dimensions & alien beings & time cops is super strange but hella compelling & the way it’s affecting the characters & eroding their relationships which are so core to flash characters is really amazing I love how much it hurts. Truly i cannot wait to see how exactly this shakes out. Know what I don’t care for? Whatever the fuck Amanda Waller is doing. I, who normally hates “let’s study the speed force!” stories wishes we could get back to studying the speed force cause the whole ham fisted analogy crossover thing is so boring & not even original. I think dc has done this exact plot at least twice before. In main continuity. It pops up every couple years anymore & it will never be what the 80s x-men were & they need to just stop trying. And bop! I love bop right now! I could wax poetic about the art styles cause they’re stunning & SO expressive. In a post where I’m bitching about stories I’ll just leave it there. The story itself? Pretty interesting, if standard bop stuff at first. Gotta put a ragtag team of gals together to do something low key shady cause it’s the right thing. The team is a nice mix; tho I’m not sorry to see Harley go, she’s another character that I understand sells comics but I am so sick of seeing it is not even funny. It’s not even that I dislike her as a character I’m just over her being in every single comic. And the dimension hopping weird babs rescue mission? I’m in! Where we going next? What even is the reason? Sure, we just rescued sin in a very similar plot structure but idc! The writing is fun! The dialogue is fun! The page of Cass’s reactions to vixen’s lingerie options is BRILLIANT! Love the lineup! It’s nailing what I think jsa is attempting but in a more fun & lighthearted tone. Tbh I’m not sure cause I’m still not sure what’s going on in jsa since they seem to publish it at will every like 3-5 months so I have no real clue what’s going on in that one. And I’ve been reading it for like 2 years now. I’m so tired of Nightwing & titans. I, a titans girlie, find it so boring. They’re both boring! From go they’ve been extensions of each other which is frustrating. Some moments in each I really enjoy! But overall? I still don’t see where Nightwing is going & tbh it feels like dick has spent this whole time doing nothing. Despite the fact that we were told he did so much he got a key to the city! He did adopt a dog. That’s like the most memorable & only real thing that he achieved. Cause the foundation? He’s a bat. They all do that. And titans? Oh wow. Another Raven goes evil story. Wow. How shocking. How original. Like honestly, is there some word on high at dc about the titans not being allowed to do a story that isn’t rehashing Judas contract or trigon? Cause I cannot be the only person bored with those being the only 2 titans plots anymore.

[mourntheantagonist]

Oh I'm having sad thoughts about Little Billy losing his favourite stuffed toy, and feeling so guilty because it's one that Steve gave him, and being upset at the thought of his toy all lost and alone.

(and hey, if there's a happy ending where someone kind finds it and brings it back then I wouldn't complain!)

let me just say this wounded me severely so thank you. I needed that.

but god I can see billy being absolutely destroyed from the loss of his favorite stuffie. steve had taken him up to Indianapolis for a day and when they came home, billy was frantically looking for his stuffie—a stuffed puppy with blue eyes that steve got for him; lilly.

lilly was nowhere to be found, and steve had the sinking feeling in his gut when he remembered strapping a sleeping billy into the car that morning, lilly tucked right beneath his arms.

oh no.

it was bad. billy wasn’t just sad at the loss of his favorite stuffed toy, he was devastated. that stuffed toy was basically the only thing that helped him sleep at night, and she made him feel safe from monsters, and when steve had tried to put billy to bed that night without lilly, billy started bawling, begging for lilly.

and billy wasn’t just worried for how he would cope without lilly, but he was worried about lilly. he didn’t know where she was or if she was safe. he hated being left alone and he hated that he’d done that to lilly. he kept asking steve if he was a horrible person for losing her.

and steve tried to convince him that he wasn’t, and that he would find her (even if he wasn’t so convinced that he would) nothing seemed to settle him down.

billy was up half the night crying into his pillow with steve in his bed with him doing all that he could to calm him down, but he only fell asleep once the exhaustion had taken over; eyes falling shut still full of tears.

and things just seemed to get worse without lilly. for starters, billy hadn’t had a daytime accident in months and suddenly he was having them again. and it was a double whammy because the only thing that ever calmed him down after an accident…was lilly. billy would also refuse to play, instead he just moped around like he couldn’t possibly fathom trying to have fun without her there. he was shrinking before steve’s very eyes and he knew he had to do something to fix it.

he found an identical stuffie. and he tried to pass it off to billy as lilly, and it worked for about twenty minutes until he noticed that her ear was still perfectly in tact. lilly’s had a tear. steve’s lying had only made things worse.

so he tried something else. he took billy to the store and told him to pick out whatever he wanted, and he would get it, but billy just stood there with his head down. “I just want lilly.” he would say. “she’s not safe. my fault.”

and steve tried so hard to take the blame off of him. “no sweetie it’s stevie’s fault! I was supposed to be watching her.”

but it didn’t solve anything. billy still felt guilty. he still couldn’t sleep without steve laying beside him. he had to start wearing pull-ups during the day again. the most he’d do during play time was push his cars back and forth and it was breaking steve’s heart, and he was just hoping and praying that it would eventually pass, but in the meantime, every chance he got he would give billy all the snuggles he was missing from lilly.

and, about three weeks after the trip to indianapolis that turned their worlds upside down, nancy stopped by with a very familiar stuffed puppy in her hands. “guess who I found hiding in our couch!”

billy had immediately pulled lilly from her arms, giving the stuffed toy a tight squeeze before repeating the gesture to nancy.

and steve just stood there speechless, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and fuck he could just cry.

“must’ve forgot her when you stopped by to pick up robbie.”

steve felt kind of stupid for not thinking of it sooner. but he couldn’t dwell too much on it, because just looking at billy and the joy radiating off of him was amazing.

“thank you so much nancy.” steve said, his eyes red and brimmed with tears. his nose filled with snot. “I seriously don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t found her.”

nancy just gave him a reassuring nod and pat on the shoulder before excusing herself to leave, and steve for the first time in weeks felt like he could breathe.

and things got better after that. billy went back to being happy go lucky billy, and even better, billy grew. his time without lilly taught him that they both could survive without the other. he still needed her sometimes. she would always be a comfort to him. but slowly billy was able to become less reliant. he could fall asleep without her tucked within his arms, and he could even leave her at home so long as she was surrounded by other stuffed toys (he didn’t want her to get lonely).

but, even so, steve made sure that lilly never left his sight again.

[literaphobe]

random wlw drabble because i got bored

“You know what my dream is?”

“What?”

“Going to a skating rink. Disco lights. 70’s vibes. Holding hands with my boyfriend and laughing. Maybe even sharing a milkshake. Him catching me before I fall… all that romantic stuff.”

She’s not talking about ice skating, but my skin freezes over anyway, waiting to be sliced over under the blades of her feet.

“Go do that then,” I get up, voice low. Ready to walk away.

She groans. “That’s the thing,” she gets up, following me, like she’s confused. She takes my hand. It stops me. “I don’t have a boyfriend to do that stuff with.”

The very strange thing about her is that she never stops complaining about all the dates she wants to go on with her hypothetical boyfriend. The even stranger thing is: out of all the years we’ve been best friends… I’ve never seen her date a soul. Never heard her gush or moan about a crush who’ll never notice her.

The strangest thing of all… she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. But maybe I only think that because I refuse to look at anyone else.

Maybe if I did, this wouldn’t be so painful.

It’s interesting, actually. Just yesterday, I was seventy steps away from some guy pressing his hand to a dusty eggshell wall. I say eggshell to act like I care about the color of the wall. It was just a dirty sort of white. What matters more is that she was standing inside that hold, frown greasier than the bacon and eggs we make together on lazy Sundays. We’re both terrible cooks.

He looked interested, like everyone always is, because perhaps I’m not the only one who thinks she’s the most beautiful thing to ever exist.

Men catch on. Men want to fuck the living shit out of her.

Maybe if she’d allow it, I’d finally be free.

Thirty five steps away, I saw her politely shove him away. He looked like his world had just ended. I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t hate his guts for trying. I will never be able to blame him for trying. I only wish I could be so brave.

I find myself ten steps away when she spots me, and though the guy remains in her vicinity, it’s like he no longer exists.

“Ready for Walmart?”

Five steps away. I smile at her, because I have errands to run, and she always insists on coming along. She never makes the journey any more efficient. I don’t think I know how to set foot in a grocery store without her anymore.

One step. She held onto my hand.

But that was yesterday, several hand-holds ago. Right now, she’s still doing the same.

“What about that guy? Or the other guy from last week? Just stand somewhere for more than five minutes and someone’s gonna try their luck.”

She seems to dislike this. She frowns, mouth corners turning down on purpose. She’s being cute, because she knows it works on me. Sometimes I wonder if she knows how evil she is.

“Those guys aren’t boyfriends. They’re just… guys. Gross ass men. Are you telling me you’d date one of them?”

“One of the guys that hit on you all the time?”

It’s a joke. No one really tries their luck with me. But her fingers brush my wrist, so surely my life is filled with fortune.

“I’d hit on you if I were a guy.”

“I’d reject you,” I tease, and she shoves my shoulder. I pull away laughing.

“No you wouldn’t. Now, come roller skating with me.”

“I’m not your boyfriend,” I remind her. Every time she gets whiney about some hypothetical date or another, I’m the one she lives out those fantasies with. I can’t count the amount of ice cream sundaes we’ve shared, the amount of late-night movies we’ve snuck into, the amount of theme parks we’ve ran through day after day after day.

Sometimes, we do other things boyfriends and girlfriends do. When the night is so quiet, so dark, so unnoticeable it’s like nothing ever happened. When her soft wanting moans are all I hear.

None of it is ever acknowledged in moments like these.

Unfortunately, they’re moments I never forget. Sometimes, I look into the darks of her eyes, and I think she remembers it all too.

“I don’t care,” she sneers, and the attitude in her sweet voice, the darkness it possesses, brings me back to earth. She drags us together, bodies clashing like bribery, and I mumble a yes she doesn’t hear.

“If we keep going on your little boyfriend dates like this, you’ll never actually get a boyfriend,” I remind her, but really, it’s a warning. And if you look deeper, it’s actually a plea. “Wouldn’t you rather be a little more patient? You’d have more fun that way.”

“I only ever have this much fun with you,” she tells me, eyes unwavering, and I want to fall to my knees. I want to beg for release, I want her to set me free. I can’t do this anymore.

Everyday, she breaks my heart and puts it back together again. But the cracks of my heartbreak always remain—it isn’t enough to be held by the scraps and figments she throws at my feet.

I want so desperately to be whole.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, eyes downcast. I cannot look at her. I know, from hundreds of mistakes made, that looking means defeat. I only know myself too well—I am doomed to give in to such beauty.

“Why not?”

“I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“Then don’t be my boyfriend,” she says, stroking my hair behind my ear, like it’s that simple.

“But I do everything you want from a boyfriend,” I insist, finally looking at her. She looks at me like she doesn’t understand the tremors in my voice.

“And do you not have fun? Is it not fun, when you’re with me?”

“It’s… too fun.”

She mocks me with a long drawn chortle.

“No such thing as too much fun. Why are you even complaining? We’re wasting time.”

She tries to drag me off again. I stop her.

“One day,” I confess, our eyes meeting proper this time. “One day, you’re going to bring someone else on these little outings. One day, it won’t be me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to take it. So I shouldn’t get used to this—me and you—before it’s too late.”

She ruffles my hair. “Don’t be silly,” she says, like I’m the oblivious one here. “I’m not gonna go anywhere with my boyfriend unless you have one too. You have no idea how fun double dates are gonna be!”

The glass in my throat shatters. I don’t say another word.

“They’re gonna close the skating rink if we drag this on anymore—if that happens, I’ll actually break up with you.”

Her shrill little giggles pollute the air. This time, I run after her touch; I think I’ll always be chasing for it.

She’ll break my heart irreparably someday. But that day isn’t here yet, so I follow her every whim.

[beevean]

Let's do this: top 10 most hated NFCV characters counting both shows

As a bonus, if you're willing to: top 10 worst episodes

I think I did a top 5 worst characters for both shows but I can do it again :P

11) Drolta. She doesn't do anything egregious, in fact she's kind of tolerable, but she stole Isaac's drip. And for that, I will forever be salty :) (also yeah I couldn't decide for #10 so I added one, whatcha gonna do about it)

10) Sumi and Taka. Ah yes, these two Japanese people who look identical are most assuredly not related, they are just Japanese! Aside from that, they are the emblem of S3's utter failure: they add nothing of importance except for a gratuituous (and OOC) rape scene that is supposed to send the message "humans suck, trusting is for fools"... that in on itself doesn't change a thing, because Alucard is fine afterwards. But hey, you got your bi rep! Aren't you happy with this show's representation? :)

9) Emmanuel. This guy is just stupid. Just because you lampshade how absurd it is to ally yourself with vampires because you think the Revolution is "godless", it doesn't make it any less absurd. We're still at this level of shallow, childish CHURCH BAD.

8) Sypha. You're not cute when you insult Trevor. Stop it. I remembered her being nicer than she actually was :( during the rewatch she was painful, constantly complaining, defending Alucard from Trevor rather than the other way around (but still ditching him when he needed company because yay adventures!!!), and acting bossily with her bf because that's the only kind of character they can write here. Also she's OP af and that's not fun.

7) Maria. Does she even have a personality beyond stereotypical Twitter communist teen? Good god girl shut up you are nothing more than useless backdrop!

6) Carmilla. In theory, she could be an interesting unapologetic female villain who reacted to her trauma with rage rather than sorrow, a female Dracula but even pettier. In practice, she is the parody of a radfem written by a man with zero respect for women, so you can imagine that she isn't exactly nuanced. I hate that Dracula and his boytoys were made to be absolute dumbasses for her to win, only for her to conclude effectively nothing. villain.exe

5) Alucard. You absolute cunt. Am I supposed to like, or worse being attracted to, this piece of shit who spends his time insulting Trevor and treating him like dog shit under his shoe? He has zero of the effortless charm of the real Alucard, but I'm supposed to root for him because he's hot when he cries all boobily. Fuck off with your disingenous fanservice. (also his design is atrocious and the artstyle doesn't flatter him at all)

4) Erzsébet. Literally an OC made by a 5 yo. Look at her! She's so cool and special! She's older than Dracula, stronger than Dracula, more evil than Dracula, more dangerous than Dracula, and she turns into an invincible Sun Thundercat! Yeah good job, but you forgot to give her a personality.

3) Annette. She is not a character. She is nothing more than accurately engineered discourse bait. I refuse to acknowledge this shallow attempt at "badass representation" that I am supposed to like on the sole basis of her race and gender. I am so tired of Stronk Women that are actually giant assholes, all flash and no substance.

2) Isaac. I will concede that he has the most coherent character arc of all characters, but aside from that, he pisses me off something fierce for how overrated he is. Forgettable design, pretentious as fuck, spouting faux-philosophical quotes to hide how petty he is, basically a jihadist in S3, wakes up one day in S4 and suddenly he's Muslim Jesus, disgustingly OP because the narrative finds every way to suck his shiny dick... and his amazing arc that everyone praises him for, the thing that makes him "better than that stupid gay joker from CoD"? It's just a worse version of Hector's from the mangas, which left him Hector here with no arc to speak of. Get him out of my sight.

1) Lenore. Her concept is great. She is an intriguing foil to both Carmilla and Hector, and incarnates an unique type of villainy: she is amoral, kind for her own selfish purposes, with understandable goals but willing to do anything to achieve them. I want to like her. Too bad she is a disgusting, repulsive, inconsistent, bratty rapist that I am supposed to feel sorry for because oh, she's not so bad after all :) she did everything for Hector's own good :) she's not actually evil :) she deserved to smooch the man she raped into slavery, don't you feel bad that she sunned herself like a selfish coward :) Lenore begs to be rewritten by someone who doesn't jerk off to abusive dommy mommies, but in her canon state, she makes me ill.

Now for the episodes :P

10) The Great Work (S4E7): I never watched it because it's boring as shit, which speaks of the terrible pacing of this show and especially S4. I know it has the infamous "vampires dislike crosses because their vision is fucked up" scene lmao

9) The River (S2E6): It's the episode where the zombie bishop resurrected by a dark necromancer who is now working for a vampire with plans of enslaving mankind is apparently favored by God to the point of being able to bless water. Do I need to say more? Well, it's also the episode where the heroes suddenly remember they are supposed to do shit and hack into Dracula's castle, and the episode that fully cements Dracula as an ineffectual pathetic antagonist easily manipulable by the real villain, no I don't care that he's kinda cool in For Love. (at least the scene with Carmilla avoiding the river and the castle is fun to watch)

8) Bless Your Dead Little Hearts (S3E1): The beginning of Alucard's and Trepha's plotlines, two utter mindnumbing wastes of time, and Hector's plotline, which is the show beating me over the head with a nail bat while screeching "LOOK HOW PATHETIC HECTOR IS! LOOK AT THIS PITIFUL WET CAT! LOOK AT HIM COWERING NAKED IN A CELL EATING MOLDY BREAD! FEEL SORRY FOR HIM!". Just unpleasant for all sorts of reasons.

7) It's Been A Strange Ride (S4E10): Trevor miraculously survives Death! Alucard is happy to live with his new bossy gf as if nothing ever happened! Lenore suns herself just for a final kick in the balls to Hector, whose character will forever be remembered as "useless simp"! And most importantly, Dracula and Lisa get to live again as if the dude didn't just try to exterminate mankind, and they will have endless kinky sex until she dies while Alucard will forever mourn his parents but no one gives a shit about that because we love to piss on the games! :D

6) Old Homes (S2E2): It has the double combo "Alucard being the biggest moistest cunt to Trevor while we're supposed to laugh at this hilarious banter" and "Carmilla girlbossily girlbosses all over Dracula who can't even punish this vampire who insults his wife in front of everyone, establishing herself as the cooler villain"! Joy!

5) The Good Dream (S3E6): "Walkies! :D"

4) Back In The World (S4E5): It's the one with the infamous "Oh, shush, you were having fun" :) and all the Lenore apologism that follows :)

3) You Don't Deserve My Blood (S4E6): I get it. Isaac is Jesus and I should drop to my knees to suck his entire dick. Good thing this is his last appearance. Other than that, this episode is the last nail in the coffin for what was left of Hector's character, who is revealed to have been working to resurrect Dracula (a complete spit in the face to everything he stood for in S2) and also chooses to stay with his rapist instead of seeking true freedom.

2/1) The Harvest (S3E9)/Abandon All Hope (S3E10): It's hard to separate the two, and I wouldn't know which one is worse. The Harvest is infamous for being half boring fight scenes, and half "hot" sex scenes that are actually rape by deception: the entire episode is simply uncomfortable to sit through, not helped by the shoddy editing. Abandon All Hope is the season finally dropping its final message: "the world sucks, and you will be betrayed". Everyone except babyboy Isaac is left traumatized and cynical because we are so fucking edgy, we are just like Berserk fr fr. And, of course, in retrospect, Alucard and Hector's endings piss me off even more as all of their pain was for fucking nothing :)

(Nocturne is completely forgettable and doesn't reach the peaks of NFCV so it deserves its own ranking)