#EVIL FAT WHITE ASSHOLE

[ghoulphile]

janey's dad | part two teaser

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 482 ➥ overall warning(s) | 🔞 smut; age gap, hair pulling, teasing, making out, mutual pining, squirting, choking, riding, dirty talk, lipstick kink, stockings, frottage, porn w/ feelings, porn w/ plot, mild angst w/ happy ending, divorced!coop, babysitter!reader, pre-war/bomb ➥ summary | “We really, uh, shouldn’t - oh fuck, you look --” ➥ notes | ok i don't know if it's the sleep deprivation or if i'm getting too in my head/have stared at this too long but i am begging y'all to help me 😭are we fuckin with this or?? 🫠 send helppp. i'm still working on this rn but i'm going crazy atm

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Then broad palms slip beneath the hem.

Blunt nails snag on nylon, and calloused fingers dance along the silky skin of your thighs. At the whisper soft rasp of fabric as Cooper’s wrist rucks up your dress, your nerves tremble with white static.

And when he traces the strap of your garter, his thumb tucking beneath the elastic to stroke over an angry indent, you tremble.

“Think it’s about time you take these off, pretty girl,” a teasing forefinger brushes over the front of your panties, “don’t you?”

You comply without a thought, pulse thudding and mind foggy with desire.

Soaked cotton dangles from your ankle only to be yanked free by Cooper. With a cheeky wink and a husky, “For later,” he deposits them into his shirt pocket for safe keeping.

Oh fuck.

You almost swallow your tongue at the thought of him using them when you’re gone. Stroking along his fat cock with a fistful of panties, cumming onto the fabric as he fantasizes about pumping you full.

“You’re evil, you know that?” you croak, swallowing hard. “Nothing but a perverted old man.” It’s a punch to the gut when he flashes a roguish smirk. 

“That may be, but you still want to fuck me. What’s that say about you, sweetheart? Now --” The skirt of your sundress flutters behind you, draping down over your ass to cover his legs. “-- Show me what you want.”

Smug asshole.

Who knew he was such a goddamn tease (you should’ve)?

You sigh, looking at him from beneath the fan of your lashes. “Please.”

“Well, go on. I’m sure as shit not gonna stop you.”

With a hummingbird heart, you shift until your bare pussy hovers over the bulge of his cock. There’s no doubt you’ll stain the dark fabric of his slacks as soon as you claim your spot on his lap.

You clench at the thought of leaving a mark, using him as you please.

Something you’ve wanted for so long, and now it’s so close you can taste it. It’s hard not to get greedy. To explore all those forbidden thoughts, enact your darkest fantasies now that he’s before you, so goddamn handsome and willing to indulge.

Your hips dip.

Everything flashes, white lightning; molten heat pumping through your body with every rabbit fast thump of your heart. The line of his shaft spreads your folds, hot and hard as the rough material of his slacks sparks delicious friction against your aching clit.

Your arms anchor around his neck, your fingers burrowing into the meat of his wide shoulders as you groan in unison at the silken contact.

“I can feel how wet you are, sweetheart.” He exhales through his nose in a heavy rush, his brow crinkling as hands tighten around your waist in a bruising vice. “You’re so soft and warm. Fuck - I wanna feel you squeezing around my cock.”

[hachama]

Trump is an evil asshole.

He's not evil because of his horrible hair. He's not evil because he was going bald. He's not evil because he's fat/appears to be fat. He's not evil because he's orange. He's not evil because he may or may not have a psychologically diagnosable condition.

He's evil because he's lived his entire life as a wealthy white man, with the moral compass of a rabid honey badger.

[satorusluver]

Minors DNI

Reader x Sukuna smut

Warnings: Degradation, name calling (slut, whore), dubcon(?)

Idk, I'm not super familiar with all the warning terms but there's definitely an unhealthy power dynamic with the reader being implied to be a servant/concubine. I mean, this is Sukuna we're talking about, if you're not into sexy villainous assholes why would you be reading this? Lmao

Never written degradation before but Sukuna is hot and evil so I figured I'd branch out a little. This was pretty experimental for me, hopefully it's not terrible lol.

True form Ryomen Sukuna who takes you roughly from behind, one pair of hands firmly gripping your ass, sharp nails digging into the skin slightly as he forces your hips back and forth so fast, using you as little more than a fleshlight. His other pair of hands cups your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipples until they become all puffy. Lewd, sloppy, wet sounds can be heard from your sopping cunt as he pounds into you. And the sounds coming from Sukuna's mouth are almost more animalistic than human, deep growls and snarls and occasional cruel laughter when you whimper.

"Such a greedy cunt, it's c-clenching around me so hard, fuck." His voice is low and gruff, and each thrust is harder than the last. "I'm gonna fill this little cunt to the fucking brim with my cum, you hear me? Don't you fucking dare ask me to pull out."

He grins down at where his dick is disappearing into your wet hole, each thrust causing you to take his length all the way until the black rings around the base of his cock are hidden inside you. His hips snap back and forth, going as deeply as possible each time, and your eyes water at the feeling of the fat head of his dick ramming against your cervix. You whine, trembling beneath him at the mix of pleasure and pain his brutal pace causes you.

"Aww, does that hurt? Is it too much for my filthy little slut to take?" Sukuna mocks you, his face twisted into a cruel grin. "Well that's too fucking bad, because you're mine, you understand that? It's your job to take me, every. last. inch." He growls the last few words in time with his thrusts.

"The only reason I even kept you is because of this fucking tight little hole you have here. Fucking sucks my cock right in every single time, shit."

His words are so fucking mean but his thrusts are so perfectly angled at your g-spot that you find yourself cumming around his dick, your inner walls clamping down on him, covering his length in your slick as you cry out his name.

"That's a good little whore. Fuck, I love when you tighten around me like that."

So many hands, one grabbing you by the back of your hair and pressing your face into the pillow, another still roughly pawing at your breast, another holding your waist to keep you in place, and yet another delivering a hard slap to your ass that has you yelping out in surprise.

And Sukuna has endless stamina, he'll fuck you until your hole is overflowing with his cum. Until you can't hold yourself up anymore, and you're nothing but a panting mess lying helpless on the bed, your sore, overused pussy leaking trails of his thick, white seed down your thighs.

"Look at you," Sukuna says as he stares down at the mess he's made of you, his voice taking on the closest thing to softness it's probably capable of. You think you might be imagining one of his hands running along your lower back in a way that could almost be described as gentle.

"You always take me so well, my pretty little cockslut. Such a good little servant, I think I'll keep you around for quite a while."

[delgado-master]

“Current Doctor Who is so regressive unlike the eras of modern Doctor Who with white male actors playing the Doctor” I clearly have been watching a different show 9 era had “Evil fat people that fart” aliens and I had to sit through two episodes where Martha was relegated to serving asshole human 10 as a servant and 11 had the Doctor being best buddies with Winston Fucking Churchill and 12 literally had a prolife episode. But sure this era’s uniquely fucking terrible because the show said *checks notes* killing civilians is bad in one episode.

[magickman1234]

You Used to be a Good Fatty

You’ve always been fat on some level. Your figure softened after you got chubbier before college and you were the token fat girl by sophomore year. You were taller so from some angles you didn’t show as much but deep down you knew you weren’t just curvy but fat. You dated sparingly even though men and women were interested. They just either closet chubby chaser cases, assholes trying out a fat chock or too shy around your body. You danced that line from fat acceptance site to fat fetish sites but again it was hard to find something right. You turned into a good fatty after college. You ate right, you staid your current size, and you worked out to firm up your curves. Dating still sucked and honestly you missed the old ways in college. Eating recklessly but now you’re an adult you got to be showing your trying to be thin and in shape.

Despite the effort your body just loves to stay thick. You keep a VBO but you keep yourself acceptable as a fatty. An online friend jokes you should get a feeder boyfriend after a bad date and you laugh but actually go to the right sire. It’s not world shattering but you do like the thought of eating for pleasure. You start to experiment with just slating yourself by following some impulses for candy and buy a huge chocolate muffin at the bakery. You blog about it and the attention feels hot. You enjoy your full tummy too much and it creeps in to your weekly routine. You’re proud and post before and afters shot to your food adventures. You still work out but you steadily get fatter. Pounds pour back into your belly and hips. Thighs soften as that sophomore second chin comes in again. You won’t admit it but you’ve never cummed like you do with a full stomach. Embarrassment and light humiliation creeps in as your clothes get too snug. You’re too big for your gym clothes and you feel like a cow next to the other girls now. You should be horrified but that horror turns to white hot arousal and the death of a pizza. You’ve never lost control before but it’s beyond words. A teasing evil DM comments on how your stretch marks are creeping up your middle now and doubled in quantity. You’re enthralled as the feeder finds a dark submissive side to you.

You’ve had mixed experiences with chubby chasers but you’ve always loved the raw love for your fat, your body, and seeing someone want you so directly. His hungry words make you hungry as you find yourself quaking with arousal and distended after talking to him. You submit more and more to him until you finally meet him. Electric was the touch of his hands as he traced your stretch marks you added for yours and his pleasure. Quickly pounds start to spill out of you as you feel yourself be trained to give into every whim every desire every gluttonous fantasy. You can’t remember when you last went to the gym, everything is growing on you and your daily routine is good and orgasmic focused. Your VBO turns to an unabashed hanging double belly. Your thigh and ass spread to take over any chair and your strained by the slightest incline or stairs. You pass the mid 200s way faster than you expected. Your feeder learns the best/worst times to jiggle your fatty bits to keep you excited and up your appetite. You grow more submissive as you get heavier and bigger. Whatever happened to that good fatty that staid in shape? Who kept herself presentable?

When did you become this 300 pound plus round faced butterball eager for her date to the local buffet or all you can eat Korean Barbecue? Your free now to be whatever out of control fatty your appetites and desire lead you to become. Your finally yourself.

[phantomyre]

Do you think that the devs/writers are going to be leaning more into the “Vincent is the father” theory? The way how he talks about Sephiroth in rebirth is very peculiar and also how an ashamed father would talk. Personally I hope not for many reasons.

Also when Vincent claims that he had many opportunities to purge Sephiroth from the world but he couldn’t pull the trigger, that implies that he died after Sephiroth was born and not before. Of course this could be to do with the fact that he simply doesn’t want to kill a child and or the son of his love, but it’s still weird non the less.

Unless they choose to retcon already established lore, they will not go that route. It adds nothing to Vincent's character, as much as some people want to make it seem it would and here's why.

Vincent being the father and him just sitting back and letting things happen would make him to be worse than Lucrecia and Hojo, turning him into a coward and a complete asshole. This would also vindicate Hojo completely and make Vincent to be the worse villain, not Hojo. People always like to point to their looks but Tifa and Elena use the same model with some tweeking, and no one says they're related. Or how Naio clearly has Tifa's model as well. Whether people like to admit it or not, these are anime designs, they do shortcut their work, and models get reused all the time. However, the one reason why they may have made the decision to have them both look similar may be due to the fact that originally, Sephiroth and Vincent were originally one and the same person. The main villain had white hair, a tall standing collar, and a headband. Either people are not aware of these things or they are stretching a concept that doesn't have any true solid foundation.

Aside from that, Vincent's connection to Sephiroth had always been weak, and there was little motivation for him to pursue Sephiroth in OG. His focus was always Hojo, and his penance was always too extreme in the eyes of fans. He was this sad little man that was just all woe-is-me for a sin that didn't justify his punishment. Lucrecia was always the one pointed at as the least forgivable. And rightly so. At the time, Vincent's only sin was following orders as a Turk and not overstepping his bounds to prevent the experiment. But that was hardly a reason for him to bainish himself to eternal nightmares. Until Rebirth.

Vincent's connection to Sephiroth finally holds more weight in that Vincent idly stood by while innocent lives were being cut off by Sephiroth. He likely knew enough about the nature of the experiment and that the purpose was to create a dangerous being, and then for years on end, still chose to passively allow Sephiroth create carnage. This alone makes Vincent an accomplice of Shinra's evils. While it isn't clearly stated in DoC, the Ultimania mentions that Sephiroth was already a toddler by the time Vincent decided to approach Hojo. So if that still remains canon, Vincent likely saw Sephiroth's early stages of cruelty as a child.

All of this adds plenty of reasons for Vincent to have a strong feeling towards taking Sephiroth down, yet still hesitating because he is the son of Lucrecia. Him being the father doesn't add anything important to him. As a matter of fact, it hinders his character. One of the many reasons why Vincent is so loved is due to his unselfish personality.

In OG, Vincent harbored doubts about Hojo, but his hatred wasn't that deep yet. In the Ultimania, Vincent counted Hojo's experiments on him justified, therefore putting himself lower than Hojo. It wasn't until Vincent learned the truth about Hojo that he suddenly became enraged, and all anger he had towards himself was immediately directed at Hojo. And yet in spite of it all, even after taking Hojo down, Vincent says "rest in peace, Hojo". What person says that to their most hated enemy...? This scene depicted that even towards his worst enemy, he was still gracious. To force in the idea that he is Sephiroth's father would override all of that, and would make Vincent no better than Lucrecia or Hojo, and 'killing his own son' would never redeem him of that. Sparing the life of your worst enemy's child holds more impact than killing your kid (which is also extremely unoriginal and tropey).

Can they play with the idea of him being the father? Absolutely. Will they actually make him the dad? No, unless they want to completely undo what Vincent is. And and far as we've seen, if there's one thing they have been very loyal to and careful about, it's the characters. They build upon what they already are, and do not change what is already established canon. And in Vincent's case, his guilt was something that needed further weight. And that weight is that he was complacent with what both Shinra AND Sephiroth had committed, many times over.

I also go into detail about the depth of Vincent's guilt in this post. https://www.tumblr.com/phantomyre/745158867895418881/rebirth-vincent-analysisbreakdown-1-vincents?source=share

In short, I believe Vincent was aware of Sephiroth murdering the townspeople of Nibelheim, and due to what he says in Rebirth, he was also privy to the suriviors ending up as test subjects. And by way of association, Zack and Cloud as well. This is how they're going to give reason to Vincent's pursuit of Sephiroth. Not being the father.

[megamangx]

needy streamer overlord

pchan was one day the boyfriend of famues streamer kangal who was once manager to her, but something change the flame gotted to her head and she was power mad and kmoney mad now

"i loved her once but i want to tryed to shave her now becuse this life will corrputing her to bad things like drugs" pchan said so want online to see where she is now.

"She is at anime con i will go there to talk to rreason with her" pchan said and get in bus becuse he was to poor to buy a car despite the presidant of the united states making it law to own teslas now or else elon musk would kill them but pchan did not get one becuse the government did not like him.

he gotted off bus to anime coj and kangel was there getting pictures "I am so hot you shjould worship me" she laughed and her fans all bowed

"kangel you have to come back please this lifestlyle is making you a bad guy" pchan said and she punched him

"i dont need you i have money now and my two cooler boyfriends logan and jake paul" she said and jake paul comed in

"FIGHT ME BRO FIGHTR ME BRO!!!!!!" and he punched pchan out hard and he fell to the ground becuse of the hard

but pchan got up "THEN I MUST FIGHT YOU!" he shid and took the challenge "we fight at las vegas arena and my bro logan will beating you up too loser" HE laughed and five his brother as kangel laughed "the pauls are like gonna kill you so bad," and they walked off.

then goku had come "i will train you becuse i hate the pill brothers becuse they are warrors without honor and world deserve better roll models." and he picked pchan up.

then went to woods hitting punching bags and goku showed pchan how to fly and use ki blasts and charge power levels and do 600 push ups every day to get big and stong.

"are you ready lets get some good food and then go to las vegas" said goku as they eated beef bowls witch where yummy.

LAS VAGAS NIGHT OF FIGHTING

pchan went to the arena witch had 60 millon people that night cheering and lots of ads around becuse of sponroships becuse boxing made alots of money for promotions.

at top of crowd was a ceaser gold roman throne and presidant trump was there and next to him was his white house adviceors elan musk and Mr X from streets of rage "today the great pauls will kill this weakling making america great becuse we do not like losers or weak people here so lets make this quick" the presidant said as his advisors laugh and kangel sitted on his lap as he was creepy and weird but she had become so in love with money she did not care now.

"i will fight and stop this" pchan said and gotted in the ring as logan paul and jake got got in "Time to die beta male" logan laughed.

pchan punched them 2000 times as the brothers try to block but it was no use "not gonna letting you win bro we have bvack up" and the robot from streets of rage 2 jumped in punching pchan with its spike ball then the fat guys that breathed fire barberian and jack with the knifew "hahahahaha" he said tryined to stab pchan.

"i can make up any rules i can" said the prasidant as he allowed as many fighers on pauls logan side to fight one guy.

"i am not the weak man iw as before" pchan said firing a kamahama into the enemy boxers as the paul brothers where defeated and the robot exploded killing the other guys.

Mr x jumped down "I will kill you idot" and he fired his tommy gun "bullats don't worse asshol" pchan said and used a destructo disk to cut him in half.

"We need to escape out of here" said trump as him and elan escpaed the arena into elans cyber truck "Lets go" but then someone in an orange karate suit was in front of the cyberturkc

"hi im goku" he said picking the cybertruck up and throwing it away as it blew up but not becuse of goku but becsue it was a crap truck and exploded anyway.

back in arena pchan went over to kangel who had turned back into Ame his girlfriend "what happened i was under the evil spell of the presidant and logan paul" and pchan hugged her.

"Its alright i free you from them lets go have a normal life away from all this greed" and they flyed to otherworld.

[chillinlikeavillain811]

He tucked and rolled, narrowly avoiding an attack, one that if allowed would've forced the hero into permanent darkness, an everlasting restless sleep. Quickly, he got up, brandishing the sword of the Goddess, created by the original hero to defeat evil within the world for all of eternity. He let out a war cry, rushing towards the great evil which had attempted to plague the lands (or, seas) of what used to be Hyrule, before the great flood caused by the Gods and Goddesses above.

He flipped backwards as the great evils' sword sliced at him, just barely nicking his cheek. A cut formed on his cheek; white turning to red rather quickly, though the hero couldn't focus on minor injuries at the moment. He had a duty to do; a mission which he would not fail. He would defeat the great evil–

"Ughhh, what is it, Wild!?" Wind asked, irritation evident in his voice. He was trying to tell a story, but kept being interrupted by a certain group of heroes. Wind loved questions; he welcomed them, encouraged them, even. But this was just excessive, fucking hell. Wild put his hand down as he was called on, mouth opening as words fell from him. "Why do you keep calling him "the great evil"?? Why not just Ganon?" He questioned. "It's for special effect! To make the story better! Now shush and let me finish, please!" Wind answered, waiting for someone to speak up again. When no one did, he continued.

He would defeat the great evil, if it were the last thing he did. Regardless of what was to come, he would fight as though today was his last fight, and he would fuckin' win, too!

"Language," ... Some heroes would later come along and irritate the couragous hero, testing his patience...

The hero's partner and best friend would shout out to him, speaking of a plan which her mind had conjured up. A good plan, it was. He nodded, and the plan was in motion before the great evil's eyes. He flipped once more, dodging an attack with perfect precision, all thanks to hours upon hours, years upon years of practice to dodge and win this intense, diffucult fight–

"Yeah, years and years. Also known as you got a sword and had about a month." Legend snarked. Wind closed his eyes, sighing in annoyance. He reopened his eyes, looking over to the asshole who had decided that now would be a good time to be snarky. He waited for him to speak again, continuing his story when the area was met with silence.

He dodged the attack with perfection, then held up his shield he did as his partner summoned magic; a holy magic which ahd not been used by her hands in a while. He reflected the magic off of his shield, first try, thankfully. The magic struck the great evil, forcing him to freeze and giving the enemy a disadvatage for a moment. The hero, seeing said oppertunity given to him thanks to his partners' magic, rushed forward, sword in hand. He raised his sword, slicing and slashing at the being of pure hatred and evil was temporarily incapacitated. His sword cut into his torso, until finally the end was before his, his partner's, and his enemies eyes'. He ran and jumped up, sword raised high and mightily in the air, and–

He paused for dramatic effect,

And he brought it down, the sharp blade of the sword forged for the sole purpose of holding evil away from the world piercing into the flesh of the being of evil, digging into layers of fat, bone and muscle. At last, the great evil was rid from the land for the next however long, and the amazing pirate-hero and his amazing pirate-hero partner had won!

Wind took a bow, grinning. "Thank you, thank you! Amazing story, I know, I know!" He spoke.

Standing back up straight, he looked at the group of heroes who all had various mixed expressions on their faces. A grin stayed present on his face, forever proud of his actions Except couldn't he have been saved!? He was a man, the only man upon the gerudo for the past hundred years, he was just as human as he was! Couldn't he have been redeemed, what was wrong with him, WHAT DID HE DO!? WHY DID HE The grin had slipped slightly, but he made sure to bring it back up, keeping the joyful atmosphere up around him. "So, any questions, lads?" He asked.

Many hands raised at once, and Wind knew that he'd be in for a loooong night filled with questions he'd be more than willing to answer.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Murder is Immoral,

God or No God

Stephen Jay Morris

6/15/2024

©Scientific Morality

Laws are made either by authoritarian dictates or democratic consensus. If anybody tells you that the only legitimate law maker is God, they are suffering from some mental disorder, like covert narcissistic personality disorder. Most dictators will tell you they know what is best for everyone. Do they? Fuck no, they don’t! Like for many people, their egos lie to them.

Nowadays, you hear the phrase, “strong man.” Being insensitive is the zenith of manhood. Being authoritarian will get things done. Those who are intransigent to that fallacy always find out, sooner or later, that the emperor has no clothes. That’s right! Americans found out that Donald Trump, who was president of the U.S. for four years, was not a macho man, but a pussy! I might remind you that God would never send an obnoxious asshole to earth to redeem the sins of man. If so, he would have sent Don Rickles instead of Jesus to save humanity.

Most Americans have fantasies of a superhero saving the world. Trump is so fat that he could never get into a Superman outfit! I’ve got sad news for you: no hero or God is going to save you. The only thing that can save the world is solidarity of its people. No matter what that hag, Ayn Rand said, humans helping humans is a virtue. Attempting to help yourself while you are having a heart attack is not noble, but outright stupid. Get some help! Call 911, knucklehead! 

When I was 13 years old, that was an age of discovery for me. I was introduced to all sorts of new things I’d never conceived. Everything was exciting and challenging. I was never judged by a prime minister who was worried that I would join the Communist Party. What do I mean? Imagine, at 13, you were killed by an Israeli soldier because the Likud Party saw you as a rodent that must be exterminated. You were only 13 years old! You were killed because of the fears of a superstitious nationalist! Were you later proven to be a potential terrorist who would join Hamas?  There was no evidence to support that! Or, BAM! A building falls on your head. It’s all over for you! Is it righteous to kill anyone in your way for the reason of self-defense? That’s not being strong. That is being an obnoxious bully! What about shooting a gun, or punching someone in the mouth? No, no, a million times no! You want to know what being strong is? During the Civil Rights movement of the 60’s, non-violent protestors were instructed not to physically resist. Even if a cop was beating you with a Billy club, you were to let the blood flow. Are you strong enough to do that? Only cowards use guns and other weapons.

Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is going to end up like the Afrikaner president F.W. de Klerk, a disgraced leader who is now forgotten. South Africa was Israel’s biggest ally. They learned about Apartheid from White South Africans. Never befriend a devil or you will burn like him in hell!

Is it all right to kill someone because God told you to do it? Is that moral? First, no one has established the fact that God exists. Did God give you a permission notice? Why would God do that anyway, since he is, allegedly, the all-powerful being in the universe? What?! God is testing your loyalty to him? I thought God could read your mind. I don’t know if God is allowed to kill, but murder is grand theft. Wasn’t it God who said, “Thou shalt not steal”? What Israel is doing to the people of Gaza is immoral!

Funny, you never see the word, “moral” in the Bible. As far as the etymonline of the word “moral” goes, it didn’t appear until 1752 in France. So, there is no such thing as morality in the Bible.

In the final analysis, Netanyahu can reference the Bible all he wants, but what he is doing is illegal and evil.

[zorilleerrant]

here's some characters I think people should write more of:

asian who is not any part white. and also looks asian

asian man who isn't queer in any way and has a completely normative relationship type. also the relationship is loving and mutually supportive. and no one is shocked by this they just let them do that

black man who is a good dad

black woman who is married

native who is not like. doing smoke ring magic

muslim who is devout. but just not an asshole about it

buddhists and/or hindus

of figures randomly selected from across the entire planet, someone who is not american

sociopath who is not evil

character with a dissociative disorder who is not evil, and also doesn't gain some superpower from their alters, or it's secretly a magic spell or something

character taking psychiatric medication who is not evil

character with burn or pox scars who is not evil

character with a missing arm who is not evil

competent fat character

bisexual who is gay married. and it's not like. a thing

aroallo character

binary trans children. nonbinary adults

it/its human character

teenager who is pregnant from having consensual sex on purpose many times without protection. and not slutshamed for it. but also with some commentary on need for better sex ed. and not blaming it on the pregnant teen

mom who is bad. but not like evil. just bad at it

woman with no love interest. she's not against having a love interest or dedicating herself to a higher purpose than having a love interest or pining away for a lost love interest or waiting for the right love interest to come along and sweep her off her feet. she just doesn't have one and it's not a thing

character with good parents who instilled the values of being a hero, neither coercing the kid nor abandoning them to it

BAMF chick who likes fashion somewhat

lady wizard

charming talking forest creature who is an asshole

alien who. does not have a sex-gender binary in their culture. like not a nonbinary alien or an alien from a species that is 'all male' or 'all female' or whatever the hell. not an alien where their binarist gender roles look different or The Females are in control or whatever. aliens that have a different set of sexes. or have genders that aren't based on sex at all

robot with a specific gender but no humanoid form

time traveler who is wildly off about the years that historical events took place, but within the right era (current)

hidden world, second world, or alternate world character who. does not have modern western political stances

character with a job specific to their story that isn't a job we have (or have as much of) here and now

nerd character who is. correct. about their fandom

[istillbelieveinmagic142]

AND ANOTHER THING.

I get for story purposes it’s supposed to imply that it (the miracle cure ‘vaccine’) would’ve maybe worked and Joel blablabla—‘condemns’ (gag, for hamfisted already proving who’s side the narrative wants you to be on instead of trying to balance between BOTH perspectives being more right or wrong) humanity to die out and never return to its formal glory, but in all likelihood—NO scientist is getting something like that right on the first try. Ellie’s kind of an anomaly at the moment with no others like her found yet??? You’re telling me he’s just gonna kill her & hope for the best in using what he has over her brain tissue/nerves or whatever the fuck?? What if it doesn’t work, & then the evil (because YES, you are EVIL if you try to knowingly slaughter a child, even for the ‘greater good’ that a humanity who survives on Ellie’s death wouldn’t even deserve & might as well end up being The Original Sin TM 2.0, and fuck the game and the show for trying to imply this bitch of a doctor was a decent human being. Maybe he had depth/cognitive dissonance enough to save animals/zebras or whatever while also being willing to vivisect a CHILD, but that still doesn’t make him not scum that deserved what he got) doctor gets it wrong, & then he just blew humanity’s only chance at a cure, because he didn’t have any goddamn patience?

You know the REAL reason he was rushing things? Because that asshole sorry excuse of a ‘father’ (you can’t tell me he didn’t fill Abby’s head with propaganda if she’s somehow cool with the idea of also being slaughtered if it was her) KNEW if he ASKED Ellie to sacrifice herself/gave her a choice there was a risk she’d say no. THAT’S why he chose to kill so quickly in the name of ‘humanity’. Because he knew it was going to be his only shot to do it in a way that would trick a CHILD & FATHER FIGURE into allowing it to happen. I’m not above knowing one life isn’t worth more than a billion in a scenario where one has to CHOOSE between who to SAVE. But this is NOT that. This isn’t asking: is it moral to choose one life over all of humanity/the world/galaxy/whatever fandom you’re in? (ie; echoing my blorbo Anakin vibes who I judge him for). Instead, this stupid game/show is asking: is it moral to allow a CHILD to be slaughtered so humanity can be ‘saved’ into continuing on/not going extinct. And guess what? The answer to that is a big fat NO. If humanity’s survival depends on slaughtering a CHILD, then it deserves to die. 🤷‍♀️

Fuck Abby Anderson, & fuck her hypocrite of a father. The bastard deserved what he got. And so did every single scientist Joel killed who were willing to slaughter a—again from the top of my lungs since some fans don’t seem to understand how the doctor wasn’t a ‘poor little innocent man’ Joel murdered to SAVE Ellie’s life from being taken from her—CHILD to ‘help’ humanity continue on.

As even IF humanity would even DESERVE to continue living after something pure evil like THAT was how the species went on.

Hope Abby and all of her friends die screaming under Ellie’s boot.

Yeah, I got a lotta rage. Lol. I don’t usually write anti meta about a character like this (and believe it or not it ISN’T meant to antagonize her fans and is just so I can vent my thoughts on my personal blog), but dear LORD this half baked cold bitch of a character that was so clearly shoved down our throats out of the game developer’s need to ‘preach’ to us about some hamfisted theme of ‘revenge bad!’ and ‘Ellie should’ve let goooo and healedddd like dear saintly ABBY! Isn’t she sooooo much worse than our buff queennnn? 😜😒🙃’ fills me with the most white hot rage imaginable.

They will NEVER get me to care about her. I have never understood exactly what audience’s might hate about being ‘preached’ to, until I was basically having it shoved in my face twenty four seven to try to make me feel bad for Joel’s murderer/torturer: “ooooh, Abby and Lev are just like JOEL AND ELLIE! 🥺 Don’t you feel baddd for them and see Abby isn’t a bad person at alllll just like dear Joelllll.” The way it’s just SO transparent what they’re trying to do by making Abby turn softer from her absolutely disgusting and heartless introduction shows just how much they were working to try and force the audience’s sympathy instead of allow Abby to EARN it herself. The entire narrative clearly blares loudly: “(gasp) 😱 See what a MONSTER Ellie has become! She should’ve broken the cycle of violenceeee. It’s HER fault she loses more since she doesn’t quit and let Abby get away with murdering her father figure/ruining her lifeeeee.” 😤🥶🤬😒

Maybe I wouldn’t despise Abby so much if it wasn’t SO damn clear from the beginning that the game developers are completely on her side and act like what she did was justified when it LITERALLY FUCKING ISN’T! By all accounts and purposes, Joel used self defense/man slaughter/whatever the legal term is to DEFEND Ellie—a CHILD—to save her life and to keep her from being MURDERED. Every person he killed was trying to stop him from saving Ellie, and therefore every person he killed in that Firefly compound were COMPLICIT in trying to have a CHILD murdered in the most horrifying manner by being cut apart like a frog WITHOUT EVEN GIVING HER THE AUTONOMY TO CHOOSE FOR HERSELF!!! How does this shit not REGISTER with everyone? How is there even ONE person who can say he made the wrong decision here? The ONLY thing I will say Joel did wrong is lying to Ellie about it, but that’s it. It’s literally it. Other than that, Joel did everything right.

You can argue he didn’t necessarily do it for the REASON it was truly right (ie; about Ellie having the autonomy to choose over her own life and death or whether it was a more human/understandable/still selfish fear of not wanting to lose another daughter again), but you literally CANNOT say that Joel was wrong for saving a CHILD’S life from being slaughtered like some guinea pig. Anyone who says so is just… wrong. 😭🤷‍♀️ There is NO scenario where it will EVER be morally correct that a CHILD being SLAUGHTERED is the ‘lesser evil’ to save a humanity that wouldn’t even deserve to exist anymore after that.

God, it’s NEVER gonna happen, but I HOPE Ellie kills this cold hearted bitch in the show. I have NEVER despised a character more than I despise Abby Anderson. And that’s saying something, because Negan from The Walking Dead is already Number #1 in my ‘they could never make me love/forgive you’ book. He and Abby might just be tied for first place, because the narrative for BOTH fandom story genres just LOVE to bend over backwards to try and inorganically make them seem sympathetic to the audience and give some halfhearted ‘redemption arc’ with a kid half the time to ‘prove’ they’re decent now and everyone should get over what they did and acts like the heroes/main characters are somehow the ones who MADE them have to react in certain heartless ways.

I’ll admit Negan’s arc tries more than Abby’s arc (at least in the OG Walking Dead show. Once they threw in a wife and kid for ‘sympathy’ points, they basically threw any chance of SHOWING Negan ORGANICALLY working to try to become a better person/realize his mistakes in an ORGANIC way in the garbage by having it all being about trying to humanize him with a wife and kid that weren’t even earned and that he got offscreen). What does Abby get? She gets her Ellie 2.0 kid on screen. But it’s SO obviously hamfisted to be a dark mirror of Joel and Ellie’s relationship to drum up sympathy that it just enrages me and I can’t take it seriously. It reminds me of when my brother made me watch this show called The Last Ship and how one of the women characters named Rachel (the love interest being fridged! Who would’ve guessed!) are killed off for the main male character’s man pain, and how IMMEDIATELY the next episode/Season they have an ‘old ex-girlfriend’ show up which is SO clearly meant to be—‘here’s replacement Rachel!’, that I could NOT help but hate the character immediately, despite the fact she wasn’t necessarily a bad person or that badly written. But since it was SO obvious what the writers were trying to pull—I despised the character and felt rage whenever she was on screen because she was so clearly just ‘replacement Rachel’ and it drove me crazy.

THAT’S how I feel about Abby for The Last of Us. The game developers SO clearly try to force down your throat that Abby is a dark mirror ‘replacement Joel!’ that you’re supposed to learn to love and want to win and get away from Ellie’s wrath, and I fucking hate it. I always will. I refuse to accept this half baked manipulation into trying to feel bad for a character who tortured someone to death. If Joel was killed for some of the bad things it’s implied he’s done before Ellie, that might be different. But he’s not. The narrative condemns him for his DECISION TO SAVE ELLIE, and says that it was ‘wrong’ to not allow humanity to continue on from the backbone of a CHILD’S slaughter, and I will always call BS on that. Joel didn’t deserve his fate, and Abby SURE as HELL didn’t deserve the right to kill him. Fuck her, and fuck the way the narrative bends around her to justify her actions when they’re just as hypocritical as they sound.

Joel, get up... THE LAST OF US (2023- ) — 2.02 “Through the Valley”

[babylove007]

JoAnn & Donnie At The Shelter

JoAnn has evil, wicked night terrors all night long. Yelling "fuck" and "donnie donnie donnie". She yells out like I do when I get a sharp pinch, but it is continuous.

And then it gets to a point where women leave their pods to drag her off her bed and start hitting her.

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I feel it.

I laid and prayed someone would stab her 50 times to release the bugs, provide some comfort.

The 45* angle cargo jets positioned south of Pine St, felt like a good dose of ativan or green as they taxi'ed the tarmac.

Her night terrors are like Mom's. Wicked day and night. Although mom always worked, with a coffee in hand. JoAnn drinks from sun up to sun down, with synthetic pot looking capsules and prescription meds. Very very bad.

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There was a real time bug feeling when I closed my eyes, Like a shelled bug with antenna in my left eye, tongue out into the right eye and back in. And then JoAnn started.

Mr. I'm Protecting Gabe officer/Officer Atwood KPS/Kennan/Canning said "I'm just going to let it happen" when Gary Hyde stood with me at the agricultural fair at some time. And he said "she just drinks all day"

Gary you understand that the above officer was there for your Harmony Rd Calling in Oshawa. He came back, had mom tossed on the bed, commented on mom's "tits" -- lycee says teet -- and then her fat 5 year old. (Me) He arrested me at KGH.

Gary he is the dark haired officer with feinion hair cut that showed up while we were being tortured in the Dominican. And then took turns on mom and dad when they were tied up.

"You are not love" I said to the white man in Officer Atwood, KPS.

Harmony Rd & King, Oshawa Orange Building. Take a left out of elevators at 5th floor, Last apartment on the left.

Master bedroom window in view of park and firestation. Kingston Set My Court Date for July 14th, 2025 Mom and Dad's anniversary. Intentional.

I asked to cuddle with you in the hallway. I've known how to communicate and ask for permission since I was a child.

I AM SO FUCKING GLAD, THAT VLADIMIR PUTIN SHOWED UP FOR THAT #VIDEO --- BILL BLAIR AND JOE BIDEN SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ME. WALKED IN THROUGH THE DOOR BEHIND THEM.

ASSHOLES.

Anyway, so we married at the foot of the big bed that went to my shins.

[sharks-sharks-sharks]

A lot of Christians I've met are hateful¹ but that is not following your scripture, or what Jesus would want.

Wasn't Jesus' entire thing was to be accepting of everyone²? he died for your sins, can't you accept his ways and show compassion to everyone despite what other things the bible may say?

I feel, it's important to mention that the bible isn't even directly God's word, it was written by man, and man cannot be perfect. The bible has a good amount of contradictions³, it is not a book of rules, more a guideline, we should follow the main ideas it teaches.

The bible condemns a lot of things⁴ which followers seem to ignore, so why not ignoring the condemning of homosexuality? There is no good excuse for bigotry, nobody should be using their beliefs to be hateful to others.

¹In my personal experience, a lot of Christians I have encountered have held a lot of hate in their heart, one side of my family is Christian (white side) they hold biases against some groups of people for no apparent reason outside of racism, I know that there are nice Christians, I know some nice Christians, but it's just drowned out by all the bad.

²Matthew 9:10-17, Mark 2:15-22, and Luke 5:29-39: The Pharisee rebuke Jesus for eating with sinners, to which Jesus responds, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick." Jesus shows mercy as opposed to self-righteous judgment.

Luke 6:35 Jesus said, “Love your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return, and your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he is kind to the ungrateful and the evil”

³Example: Genesis chapter 1 says the first man and woman were made at the same time, and after the animals. But Genesis chapter 2 gives a different order of creation: man, then the animals, and then woman.

⁴Examples:

- no eating pig, rabbit, camel, shellfish, lobster, clams, oysters, urchins, fat, blood, certain birds, ect. (Leviticus 11:4, 11:10, 3:17, 11:13-20)

- no mixed fabrics (Leviticus 19:19)

- no short hair (Leviticus 19:27)

- no grudges (Leviticus 19:18)

- if you cheat you go to hell (Leviticus 20:10)

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All of this to say, don't use Christianity to be an asshole or I'll find you xx

[posttexasstressdisorder]

WITH A STACK OF MONEY LITERALLY STICKING OUT OF HIS COAT POCKET.

GOOD GAWDZ, WHAT A HIDEOUSLY BULBOUS CREATURE. 

[foreverindreamlandd]

Party Like it's 1984

Pairing: Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 3.1k

Summary: You and Steve arrived at the Halloween party separately - him with Nancy, you with Robin and Keith. But when shit goes down with the new kid Billy Hargrove, everything gets a bit mixed up.

Warnings: Underage drinking, Billy Hargrove being an absolute asshole, bullying, fat-shaming, name calling, protective Steve.

Note: This is part of the Neighbor!Steve x Plus Size!Reader AU, but you do not need to read the previous parts to read this one! Takes place during the Halloween episode of season 2. This one's a bit angsty....also ignore Nancy in the gif plz it was the best one I could find :,)

Stranger Things Masterlist

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“This is a bad idea,” you mumbled, shifting in your seat until the buttons of your shirt were no longer pulling open.

Robin turned to you from the passenger seat. “Come on, babe. You promised we could go. Besides, we look hot. Right, Keith?”

Keith muttered something incoherent. “How long do we have to be at this thing again?” he asked.

“Until Tammy Thompson flirts with lady Indiana Jones,” you responded, staring at your reflection in the rearview mirror. Maybe if you pulled your own dark brown fedora, no one would be able to recognize you.

Robin started sputtering in an attempt to form a defense, but eventually just crossed her arms and went silent.

You were right, after all.

When you had agreed to let Robin drag you to this Halloween party, you imagined you could just throw on some witch mask and continue being invisible as you strived to be in the halls of Hawkins High. But then, your horrible, mean, psychotic best friend convinced you to wear matching costumes.

“Why do men get to wear the fun, hot, rogue archeologist outfit?” she had argued while the two of you thrifted for your costume pieces at Goodwill. “We could make it look even better. Sexier.” She winked and you groaned.

Sure. She could. With the cinched waist, the dazzling smile, and the stellar leather jacket she managed to find in her size.

They definitely didn’t have one in yours. So you went with the more casual look, a light brown button up that was a little too tight in some places, the top buttons undone to reveal a white tank top, sleeves rolled up your forearm and threatening to cut off circulation.

It would have been easier to find a large blazer to cover up your body, to hide the way these clothes clung to your skin.

But then you would have dealt with an even worse issue, the sweat. It may have been a cool October evening, but you knew that in a house full of horny, drunk teenagers, you would be standing in a gross, smelly sauna. If you had the blazer, you’d probably have put stains and sweat marks traveling down your back (or even worse, your backside).

So even though both costume choices weren’t ideal, you decided to go with the lesser of two evils.

Still, there were moments when you were getting ready, when you applied the red lipstick and adjusted the fake whip to your waist, that you did feel like a badass heroine. Where you felt….pretty.

The sentiment would usually go away when you turned to see yourself at the “bad” angle in the mirror, and then the dread would return.

That feeling of dread returned as you felt your stomach turn to knots as Keith parked the car and you all got out. 

You began your approach to the house, music blaring loud enough to be heard from the end of the street. The yard was in shambles, and there were hoards of people trying to get inside.

Your feet began to slow. “You know, maybe you two should go in. I can just hang out in the car-”

Robin whipped her head around, eyes wide and terrifying. “Y/n, listen to me.” She reached out and grabbed your hand. “You look fucking amazing. Please just come inside. If you aren’t having fun in 20 minutes, we can go, okay? Please?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking between the front door and your best friend. 

Finally, you squeezed her hand and nodded. Robin jumped in excitement and pulled you with her as she scurried to the entrance, Keith following behind in his vampire costume. 

It was chaos the moment you walked inside. People everywhere, limbs flying all over the place as they yell-sang to the music and danced along. It smelled like cheap beer and smoke and you instantly felt dizzy from the overstimulation.

Your hand tightened around Robin and she turned back with another reassuring smile. “Let’s get a drink, k?”

You swallowed, forcing a smile and nodding. She pulled you along through the moving bodies, some of them bumping into you and making you that much more aware of how much space you took up.

On your journey, your eyes flashed to the left, somehow able to immediately spot Steve as if being pulled to him.

He looked….amazing. The black shirt and blazer hugging his form in the best ways, his hair waving around as he danced, the sunglasses that made him look cool despite wearing them inside…at night.

His smile, which could have lit up the whole room if needed.

Tom Cruise had nothing on Steve Harrington.

Looking at him, you felt instantly at peace, and you felt your own smile creeping up your face.

A cruel, invasive daydream formed in your mind as you watched him. You imagined him turning over and meeting your eye, and him stopping short, completely entranced by you.

You imagined the way he would take off his sunglasses to get a better look, eyes not leaving you as he practically floated over to where you were…hand moving up to graze his knuckles over your skin..

And then you watched his gaze find the figure in front of him, and the smile instantly dropped.

Nancy looked stunning. Her tiny frame bouncing up and down to the music, perfect brown hair tied back.

Steve’s smile widened as he watched her, as did the crack forming in your heart as you watched him.

You made your way to the backyard where the keg was, grimacing as you watched a couple guys holding someone over it for a keg stand, counting and shouting wildly.

Thankfully, there was another keg a few feet away so you didn’t have to get any nearer to that.

The guy manning the keg looked you and Robin up and down, and you felt his gaze linger at your stomach a few seconds longer than the rest of your body. Your arms instinctively shifted to cover it up.

As soon as the drinks were in your hands, you nudged Robin. “Let’s go back inside.

Just then, the guy doing the keg stand was brought back to the ground, wiping his mouth and roaring into the air. 

Billy Hargrove. The new kid and apparently the new reigning king of Hawkins High.

A total fucking asshole. Smug, arrogant, a bully. You caught him in his car a few times screaming at his younger sister, or harassing some of the girls.

Billy was trouble, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

That thought entered your mind as soon as his eyes flashed over to you. He puffed his chest out, looked you up and down, then grimaced as he walked away.

“This was a bad idea,” you tried to yell to Robin over the crowd as you walked back inside. “Can we go ho-”

“Oh, there’s Tammy!” Robin exclaimed, totally oblivious to everything happening. She hooked her arm around yours and pulled. “Come on!”

Of course, Tammy was right fucking next to Steve Harrington, making heart eyes at the back of his head as he danced with Nancy.

He finally noticed you when you were about five feet away, you pulling away from Robin and moving to hug the wall.

“Hey!” he said, surprise in his voice as he rested his sunglasses on the top of his head and looked you up and down.

You braced yourself for the same judgment you received from the other two guys this evening. For any sign of a grimace, any disgust in his expression.

His eyes widened, and his smile grew. “You look fucking awesome!”

Your chest swelled. “Really?” you asked, voice inaudible with the music blasting.

“Hell yeah! I love it. Totally badass.”

He started saying something in a quieter voice and it got jumbled through the noise. “What?” you yelled.

Suddenly, he was leaning in, lips inches away from your ear. “If I ever hear word about an ancient, impossible to find treasure, I’m calling you up.”

A smile crept up your face and you nodded. “You got it, Steve.”

Nancy was still dancing, not noticing you, which was fine because you were too distracted by the way Steve’s body turned to face you completely as he leaned back to engage in any small talk. He rested his hands on his hips.

“So?” he started. “What do you think of my look?”

You rolled your eyes, instantly feeling more at ease than you had five minutes ago. “Tom Cruise ain’t got nothing on you.”

His brows raised, a look of….awe? or something painted across his face for a millisecond before he regained composure. He nodded. 

“Someone put that on my tombstone,” he responded.

The two of you laughed, you lightly shoving his arm and he leaned into you.

And just like that, the music and loud noise faded around you, and there weren’t any drunk people in costumes, there was no stale scent of beer and cigarettes and weed.

All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, all you could see was the man before you, and all you could smell was the cologne drifting from his neck into your nostrils.

You had hardly ever drank alcohol in your life, so it might have been the few sips of beer you had consumed, but you could have sworn his eyes flickered to your mouth and that he might have leaned forward-

“I’m getting another drink,” Nancy suddenly slurred. Steve whipped his head toward his girlfriend and you followed suit, watching her tiny body stumble away into the crowd.

He groaned, eyes tracking her movements. “I should go with her.” He turned to you with a smile that looked more like a grimace. “She’s had way too much. Time to cut her off.”

You nodded. “Good luck.”

Steve stared at you a few moments longer. “You really do look great tonight, Y/n. Not that you don’t always. It’s just…” he shook his head. “Nevermind. I’ll see ya around, okay?”

Another nod. “Sounds good,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment.

You watched him walk away before turning around, noticing Robin leaning against the wall, staring at you in disgust.

You mimicked her expression. “What?”

“What the hell was that?” she accused, standing straight.

“What the hell was what?”

She scoffed, waving her hand out in front of you. “That! You and dumb Harrington practically eye-fucking each other.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.” You took a sip of beer.

“Am not! You’re like, totally in love with him, aren’t you?”

And then you were choking on your sip of beer, coughing and sputtering.

Robin groaned. “Y/n, come on! Him? That dipshit sucks!”

“He does not and you know that! Remember when he forced Tommy to switch lockers with him so that I stopped getting harassed? He also drives me to school everyday!”

She snapped her fingers, eyes widening in an aha! moment. “But Keith has offered to drive you and you keep saying no! Because you want your Harrington time!”

You jumped forward, covering her mouth with your hand. “Robin. Stop.”

Robin licked your hand and you yelped. 

“Listen,” she said when you finally pulled your hand away, voice quieter, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? So if your heart wants that clown, then fine. But if he does one thing to upset you, his ass is grass.”

You nodded, expression softening at the sweet yet somewhat terrifying sentiment. “I love you, too.”

She smiled. “Come on, let’s get another drink.”

Instead of going outside, Robin led you to the kitchen where there was a massive punch bowl. The fumes it gave off as you stood over it seemed dangerous.

Hell, maybe this would help you loosen up a bit.

Just as you were about to head back to your spot, Robin froze, eyes following Tammy Thomspon as she approached the punch bowl.

You looked over to her and smiled, squeezing her hand. “Good luck, bud.”

She swallowed and squeezed your hand back before you let go and walked back to your safe space by the wall.

You did your best to try to make your body as small as possible, not wanting people to bump into the fat girl and have yet another excuse to judge you and your larger body.

You did your best, but nothing could have prepared you for the moment that Billy Hargrove barrelled across the room, knocking straight into you and spilling your punch all over your button up.

Billy scrunched his face staring at you. “Watch it, cow.”

You stood there, a mixture of shock and embarrassment making it impossible for you to move. You wished that you could just disintegrate into the floor and never be seen here again-

“The fuck did you just call her, Hargrove?” You turned your head to the right to see Steve storming over, eyes ignited with rage. He stopped once he was between you and Billy.

Billy smirked. “Look, King Steve, it’s not my fault. Some things are just too big to ignore.”

Wow, this kid sure fucking knew how to get you right where it hurt.

Steve took another step forward, and you watched his hands clenched into fists. When he spoke next, his voice was low, threatening. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that or I swear to God-”

Billy let out a low, antagonizing chuckle as he took a swig of beer. “Damn Harrington. I thought you preferred skim milk,” his eyes flickered over to Nancy stumbling out of the house in Jonathan Byers’s arms, then over to meet yours, “not heavy cream.”

Steve lunged at Billy, right arm swinging back to ready a punch.

You grabbed said arm, pulling him back.

“Steve, stop,” you whispered, hand clinging to him. “Ignore him. It’s not worth it.”

He looked at you in horror. “What the hell does that mean?”

You shook your head, forcing the tears back. “Just…please. I don’t want to deal with this.”

Steve stared at you for a long moment, chest heaving up and down. From the corner of your eye, you watched Billy saunter away, smug smile growing.

Finally, he relaxed, and you let go of his arm as he moved to take your hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “I’ll take you home.”

Another shake of your head. “It’s fine. Robin and Keith can take me.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked up to scan the room until he found Robin in the kitchen. He looked at you, eyes wide with concern. “Wait here one moment.”

You watched as he walked over to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes went to you, and when she looked back at Steve she glared, mumbling something in response. 

All Steve did was nod, then walked back to you.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” His hand went back to yours, and you were too tired to keep fighting.

He kept hold of your hand until you got to the maroon BMW. He walked over to the trunk and pulled out an oversized Hawkins High Basketball sweatshirt, handing it to you.

You nodded in thanks, silently praying that it would fit.

“You can change in the car,” he murmured, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you.

Another nod from you and you stepped in. He waited a few seconds - back turned to you as he blocked your window from any onlookers - and then moved over to the driver’s side.

It was silent the entire ride home, you staring outside the window, Billy’s words playing in an endless loop in your mind.

The car pulled to a stop outside your house, Steve’s movements slow as he turned the ignition off, bringing his hands back to the wheel.

Had they been clenched around it that tightly this whole time?

Silence.

“Is that really how you feel?” he finally asked, looking over to you in such a pained expression that you felt your heart break.

“What?” you whispered.

“That you’re not worth it? That you don’t deserve having someone beat the shit out of some asshole who thinks they can say such awful, fucking untrue things to you?”

Your bottom lip trembled. “Steve..”

“No, Y/n, listen.” His hands somehow clenched the steering wheel even more tightly. “If anyone thinks of being a dick to you ever again, I’m swinging. You can try to act like it doesn’t hurt you or that you don’t care, but I do. And I’m not letting it slide.”

A tear fell down your cheek and you smiled.

“Steve Harrington, my stubborn knight in shining armor.”

Steve laughed, his body relaxing and he shook his head. “What can I say?” His eyes met yours and your breath hitched from the intensity of them. “You’re worth protecting.”

You swallowed, suddenly dizzy from the sincerity in this voice. If only you had managed to drink more of that toxic punch to give yourself more liquid courage to be in this moment.

But alas, you hadn’t so you were too sober to delve any further into this conversation.

“Is Nancy okay?” you asked, changing the subject back to his girlfriend.

The light left Steve’s eyes and he sighed. “I don’t know. She had a lot to drink and sort of freaked out.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook her head. “She’s…she’s been through a lot lately. I try to help her the best I can, but sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever be enough.”

“Hey,” you said, hand reaching out to take his. “You’re always enough, Steve. More than enough. Nancy seems great, but if she can’t see that, then she honestly doesn’t deserve you.”

Shit….maybe I’ve had more to drink than I thought.

Steve looked down at your hand, his thumb stroking your knuckles once before he looked back at you.

“Nanc….she said something tonight. About you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you blinked a few times. “What did she say?”

Steve stared at you, and you could almost see a million little gears turning in his head as he thought of the next thing to say.

Finally, he released your hand, eyes leaving yours. “She said you looked really great tonight. Incredible, actually.”

Your shoulders relaxed, though you didn’t realize how tense they had gotten in those few seconds of silence. “Oh…that was really nice of her.”

“She meant it,” he mumbled. His hand went back to the ignition. “I should get going.”

You nodded, reaching for the handle. “Thanks for the ride.”

He nodded. “Anytime.”

You forced yourself not to look back as you approached the front door to your hours, which meant you missed how Steve’s eyes didn’t leave you until you were safely inside, the hand once again tightening around the steering wheel before he drove home.

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Thank you for reading! :)

[woomycritiques543]

I really hope they don't turn the 7 archangels into just some random assholes.

If anything I hope they don't make the 7 archangels at all because it would be confusing about what their roles are and they'll just turn them into just entertainment factor and to make hell's royal family look like good people

Hrm...

Seems to be the case so far seeing how Adam is in charge of the exterminators and such, when they could have easily.... I dont know.... had made an actually nuanced villain? What's with this series and giving their characters victim complexes while making the "villains" as generic and predictably evil as possible unless they also give them victim complexes or Sad Backstory 2.0? It becomes too predictable in my opinion, both with Stella, Adam, and to an extent Valentino.

I know I know, not all villains "need" depth, but in a show about being "nuanced" you'd think that there would'nt be so many pitty parties and black and white morals slapped onto both shows. That- and all of the baffingly toxic messages slapped on top of it.

Really not looking forward to Adam (unless ironically) so far....

Also, using him to manipulate people into not listening to anyone with concerns about Hazbin Hotel's body image by using your headcannons that Adam is "fat" (when theres legit no actual proof of this since he's wearing a giant coat.)? Are we really going to use headcannons to be that petty people? You're almost in your thirties- what are you doing?! Lmao! Hell, the only reason why, knowing Hazbin, the show would do that is just to either make jokes at the expense of his weight or to show how "diverse" they are while having the only actually plus size character be the villain. It's such a stupid excuse to cover up criticism- and of course, Spindlehorse liked the post with the manipulative speech because they the fuck not, not like they've been shutting down criticism and emotionally manipulating their audience since day one! Why actually try to be phyiscally diverse as an artist when you can have other people do it for you, for background characters- because only twinks and 80's barbies allowed for your ocs! Oh yeah- and like the post of people trying to manipulate people by labelling the skinnywashers and the people with reasonable critiques as the "same" people. Because of course try to manipulate people into invalidating people's concerns- because as we all know, Vivziepop is our lord and savior, she is our god, and if you say anything that isnt praise im going to send my freinds after you, and laugh at you for crying about it- because fuck empathy too, your soul, your very being, belongs to Vivziepop! Submit. 😃 /j