#It's not that hard to just not be a fucking bully

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Microfic

May prompt: delay

408 words

Rating: G

No warnings apply

@steddiemicrofic

“Harrington’s got her, don’t’cha, big boy?” Eddie asks, grinning wide like he’s talking about something lower-stakes than this, like stealing a Winnebago is a game.

Steve doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t know what he can say.

Later, Robin certainly knows what to say. “Steve.”

“I know.”

“Steven.”

“I know, Robs.”

“Steven Annette-”

“That’s your middle name, Robin, and I know! Okay? I know! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?” He runs a hand through his hair, clamps his fingers shut. Pulls a little, relishes in the slight sting tickling along his scalp. “I froze up, and I’m just gonna freeze up again, because it’s the end of the fucking world and what am I supposed to do? Tell the dude?”

“Would it really be so bad?”

Steve levels her with a look. “Oh, I dunno. How would you take it if the person whose friends in high school bullied you came up to you and was talking about how they like you?” He sets judgmental hands on his hips.

“Yeah, but Dingus,” she says softly, “big boy? Even I couldn’t make that sound like anything other than what it is. He’s flirting with you. And what’s wrong with a little end-of-the-world flirting?”

“Nothing,” Steve mutters, scuffing his shoe and sighing. “Everything. I want it to mean something, Robbie.”

“And it won’t with him? Or it will with him? And which is the bigger problem?”

“Either. Both.” He sighs. “I dunno.”

“Well,” she tells him, “way I see it, you got two options. Either you tell him how you feel, or you don’t. You talk it out, or you keep it locked up forever.” She leans against him, taking a break from making Molotovs. “And I know which sounds worse.”

He sighs, watches Eddie tackle Dustin, their laughs ringing out over the field. “Yeah. Me too.”

It’s later, after the War Zone and planning and more preparation, when they’re in the Upside Down and Eddie tells him, “Make him pay.”

There’s no hesitation. No delay from Steve’s brain to his body, to his mouth to form the words. He steps forward and kisses Eddie, hard and needing. “Make it out alive,” he demands. Begs. His hands, around Eddie’s neck, tremble.

Eddie brings a hand up, clasps Steve’s forearm. “I’m no hero,” he murmurs. “I told you that. And you just gave me the best kind of incentive.”

“Good,” Steve breathes, off-kilter.

“Good,” Eddie agrees, grinning.

[siawritez]

heyy! I've quite literally been stalking you 😅, crazy. anyway, could you write like, a g!p reader who's like a hot nerd with Karina but she's a mean girl? the only thing with reader is that she's like a loser but also like, knows she's hot. I wish I could write like you 😭, pure talent over here buddy

Here it is, as u requested, i kinda wrote it in a hurry,but it took me 2 days🙏🏻���and you read it that's enough,thanks(giggling),and i kinda wrote reader like not a total loser,idk if that's what u wanted but...besides u can stalk me as much as u want!!!

Title: Loser

Pairing: g!p hot nerd reader x mean girl Karina

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, high school AU, bully x nerd, power-play, degradation, light dom/sub

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: graphic smut, size kink, degradation, public sex (school bathroom), slight dubcon vibes (mutual but aggressive), dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving), reader (g!p), creampie, overstimulation

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The scent of power was always laced with the bitter tang of cruelty.

Karina stormed down the hallway like she owned the school—and maybe, in a way, she did. Black Mary Janes tapped against the tiled floor with a rhythm that demanded attention. Her skirt clung to her hips, swaying just enough to tease, and the slight gloss on her lips matched the venom in her voice. She was untouchable. Cold, sharp, and gorgeous.

And she hated you.

Well, that’s what she liked to tell herself. Maybe it made her feel better about how often she stared at you during chemistry. How often she shifted in her seat when your voice, bored and low, read through equations with effortless brilliance.

You were a nerd. A loser. Glasses slipping down your nose, always in the library, always with a pencil between your fingers or tucked behind your ear. You never spoke unless called on. You were ignored. Overlooked. Until you weren’t.

Because beneath the hoodie, behind the sarcasm, was something no one expected. You were hot. Not in the basic, loud, in-your-face way the popular crowd played at. But in a way that made people stop when you finally pushed up your sleeves and stretched. When the gym shirt clung to your waist. When your fingers ran through your dark hair and your lip curled in that subtle smirk that said: I know.

You knew. You were hot. And you didn’t need anyone to validate it.

But Karina?

She needed to feel like she was above you.

And that’s why she cornered you today. Between classes. In the empty side hallway, away from teachers and wandering eyes.

“What are you even doing here?” she sneered, arms crossed, tilting her chin. “Shouldn’t you be in the lab? Jacking off to equations or whatever the fuck losers like you do?”

You didn’t flinch. Just looked up slowly from your phone. Calm. Slow. A blink behind thin lenses.

“I was waiting for you, actually,” you said, voice soft, deep, patient.

Karina faltered. Just for a second.

She didn’t like that. She stepped closer, crowding you against the wall. “Think you're cute now? You got jokes, nerd?”

You tilted your head. “No joke. I’ve seen how you look at me.”

Her jaw tightened. “In disgust.”

“Mm. Is that what you tell yourself when you can’t sleep?”

Her breath hitched. And that was all the confirmation you needed.

Karina’s hand slammed against the locker behind your head. The sound echoed. “You think you're hot shit because you’ve got a few muscles and glasses? You’re nothing. No one. Just a loser with a hard-on for people way out of your league.”

You raised your brow. “You think I get hard for just anyone?”

Your voice dropped. She froze.

Then, slowly, you leaned down. Just enough to ghost your breath by her ear. “You talk so much shit. But your thighs tell the truth. You’re shaking.”

“Fuck you,” she snapped, voice cracking.

You smiled.

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The next time it happened, it was late. After school. You were in the library, of course. Reading something well beyond the curriculum, one hand propped under your chin. You didn’t even look up when Karina walked in.

She did that thing again. Like she meant to storm over but slowed as she neared you. Like she couldn’t help herself.

“What, waiting for another chance to be humiliated?” she spat.

You didn’t blink. “Didn’t realize being wanted by you was humiliation.”

Her mouth opened. Shut. Her cheeks flushed red—and not from anger.

“You really think I want you?”

You shut your book. “I know you do.”

There was silence. Then her hand grabbed your collar.

“I could ruin you.”

You leaned in. “So do it.”

And maybe it was the way your eyes dared her. Maybe it was the cocky smirk on your lips. Or the fact that her panties were already soaked through.

But she kissed you.

Violently. Desperately. Like she hated herself for it.

And you grabbed her waist, pulled her into your lap, and kissed her back—slow, teasing, deep—just to show her who was really in control.

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The bathroom stall was too small. Too public. Too risky.

Perfect.

She straddled you, skirt hitched up around her hips, panting into your neck. Your fingers gripped her thighs, nails digging into her soft skin. She was so wet you could feel it through your sweats.

“Say it,” you murmured, lips brushing her jaw. “Say you wanted this.”

She whimpered. “Shut up.”

You bit her neck. Hard.

“I want it, fuck,” she hissed. “Happy now?”

“No,” you growled, pulling her closer. “But I will be.”

You unzipped. Her eyes widened. “You—fuck, you’re really—”

You pressed the head of your cock against her folds, letting her feel how thick you were. Her hips jerked.

“You’re dripping. Is this what you think about when you’re mean to me?” you teased, licking her ear. “Getting ruined by the loser?”

“Don’t flatter yourself—”

You pushed in.

Her sentence broke into a cry, hands clawing at your shoulders.

“Still think you’re in control?” you whispered, voice smug.

She whimpered. “F-fuck you—”

You thrust deep. Hard. Her body shook. The stall creaked.

Her head dropped to your shoulder, moaning, biting your neck to keep quiet. But it was no use.

You had her. Bent, broken, stuffed full.

“Look at you,” you murmured. “The school’s queen, riding my cock like a common whore.”

“Shut—up—” she gasped, slamming her hips down, chasing the high despite the shame burning her cheeks.

You grabbed her jaw. Forced her to look at you.

“Say you need me.”

She glared. Then whimpered. Then whispered, “I need you.”

You smirked. “Good girl.”

She came. Shuddering. Walls clenching, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream.

And you weren’t done.

You flipped her against the stall wall, kept fucking her until she was crying, begging, trembling.

Until her cruel words were just moans and whimpers.

Until the only thing she could say was your name.

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She avoided you after that.

Tried to.

But she kept coming back.

Cornering you after school. Pulling you into closets. Whispering threats through bitten lips as you lifted her onto desks and fucked her through her panties.

She never said she liked you.

But she stopped calling you a loser.

Started looking at you like she was scared of how much she wanted you.

And one day—one soft, silent afternoon in the library—you pulled her into your lap and kissed her slow.

No fight. No mockery.

Just her hand in your hair and your cock buried inside her as she moaned into your mouth, trembling as she came again and again.

And when she caught her breath, still slumped against you, she whispered:

“Don’t ever leave me.”

You smiled.

“Never planned to.”

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Don't save me.

Pairing: Geum Seongje x reader.

Summary: People told you that he was dangerous. A wild card. Not to be trusted. The redist red flag but didn't they know you're colorblind for him?

Warning: Toxic relationship, Bullying, Violence, Cheating?Arguing, Verbal abuse, Choking, Cream pie, P in v, Dirty talk, Plot with Smut?

You can't recall the last time you felt truly and undeniably happy. It has been so long since you laughed so hard that your stomach ached or smiled so broadly that your cheeks hurt. It's been a while since you experienced that exhilarating feeling of euphoria.

Middle school, you think.

Faint memories of laughter and jokes circulating, untouched lunches, and that once warm sensation. High school. Little you thought how cool and wonderful it would be.

What a load of bullshit.

A pained grunt escaped your clenched teeth as a strong kick to your stomach sent your body crashing against the steel gray lockers. Your head struck hard against the metal, and your body crumpled to the floor.

"Are you going to open that smart-ass mouth again, or should I just keep going?" Ha-yoon's makeup-caked face sneered. You didn't know why you snorted back a chuckle nor why a small, sarcastic smile had crept onto your lips.

"You think this is funny?" she screeched, her hand rearing back.

"Ha-yoon, cut it out," Eun-kyung's angelic voice said as her dark eyes finally glanced up from her manicured nails. She pushed off the wall, and Ha-yoon backed away immediately.

'Just like a loyal puppy. Obeying her Mistress's order'

Eun-Kyung sighed through her nose like she was tired of wasting her time. She squatted down, allowing her silky raven hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, to fall over her shoulder. With her elbows resting against her thighs and her cheek resting on the ball of her fist, she gazed at you with a look of boredom and disinterest.

"You're fucking pathetic when you run that mouth. It almost seems you like pissing me off." Rage flicked through her irises as she quickly grabbed your hair and slammed your head against the lockers. "Unless cunt!" She yelled and slammed your head again, harder.

Your vision blurred and your ears rang. Black surrounded the edge of your vision before you passed out. Cruel laughter and fading footsteps were the last thing you heard.

When you came too and began to walk to your small apartment, your head ached and throbbed. Despite that, it was manageable if you took some pain medicine.

You were going out with Seongje, your long-time boyfriend, at a new club with some guys from the Union and you won't let a headache and a few stupid bruises stop you from seeing him. Being with him made you feel so alive; with him, you were respected by the gang. You were Seongje's girl. And nobody was foolish enough to mess with you unless they wanted to be beaten to half to death.

Dating him wasn’t always a smooth ride. Arguments were common, and so were screaming matches. Things were thrown, and surfaces were punched, but he never hit you, nor did he aim at you. You understood he wasn’t a good person, yet he loved you in his own flawed way.

The dark club pulsed with music, and you could feel the rhythm with every step you took as Seongje led you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Flashing lights danced wildly around the room. Bodies moved, jumping and grinding against each other.

The group chose a round table to sit at, and soon it was cluttered with cigarette ash and empty bottles.

Sang-Ook, Dae-Ho, and Du-Ho were boys who attended the same school as Seongje and played together at Internet cafes. The twins were already drunk, laughing to themselves, and talking to Sang-Ook about which woman he was going to try to fuck and making crude jokes. Normal gross boy talk.

Seongje didn't say much; instead, he stared blankly while listening to the other boys, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close. You weren't interested in their conversation, so you simply snuggled into his side. You didn't know why he wanted to be there, but you followed him wherever he went unless it was related to gang activities.

Your eyebrows furrowed; the sudden pressure on your bladder was becoming too strong to ignore.

"Seongje," you whispered in his ear. He responded with a low hum of curiosity, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with the sound. After a moment of hesitation, you shyly admitted that you needed to use the bathroom. Seongje chuckled, pulled out his favorite pack of cigs from his tiger-printed windbreaker, and lifted one to his lips, "Go," he ordered, nodding toward the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll be right back." You quickly got out of the booth. "Better. I don't like waiting." He lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled the gray smoke into his lungs.

You sighed in relief as you exited the stall and turned on the sink water. As you washed your hands, you remained unfazed by the sounds of the bathroom door opening and the clicking of two pairs of heels on the tiled floor. The two women giggled among themselves, and you could feel their intense stares directed at the side of your face. While drying your hands, you glanced at the wide mirrors above the sink.

A sickening dread dropped into the pit of your stomach as you caught sight of the familiar coral dye and blue highlights. Ha-yoon and Seo-Yeon.

'How were they here? Did they know you were going to be here? If they were here, doesn't that mean..'

You dared to meet Ha-yoon's gaze in the mirror. A mischievous cruelty sparkled back; she knew something, and if you didn't feel dread before, you certainly did now. Your breath quicked as you rushed out of the woman's bathroom.

You need to grab Seongje and go.

You stopped a few feet from the booth. This had to be a dream, a messed-up nightmare, but the painful shattering of your heart told you this was all happening.

Eun-kyung's honeyed giggles cut through the roaring music. Her black hair flowed over her shoulders like a river, her skimmy pastel dress fit her like a second skin and her soft pink lips curled into a flirty smile that beamed brighter than the lights that painted her and Seongje in rosy red as she idly played with his sliver chain—the chain you got him.

He simply sat there, his arm resting on the top of the booth above Eun-Kyung, his eyes intensely focused on her. His expression was unreadable, and when her beautiful eyes met his, you couldn't bear it any longer. You choked back tears as you pushed and squeezed past the people having the time of their lives.

You sniffed, your legs aching from the many rounds of walking you did in the nearby park for almost an hour. You didn't want to go home immediately; too much of him was there, from the many nights he stayed over.

You wiped the fading tears from your cheeks as you bent slightly to take off your shoes, throwing them down carelessly. Dragging your feet toward the couch, you paused and squinted your eyes. A figure was sitting there, a small red dote appeared from the darkness and the following smoke floated out in the illumination of the kitchen light. You inhale sharply and switch the living room light on.

Seongje stared at the blank TV screen for what felt like several seconds before adjusting his glasses. Slowly, he turned his head toward you, and his eyes fixed on your face. To anyone else, he appeared cool and unbothered, but you knew him better than that.

He was enraged.

"Where were you?" He leaned forward to put out his cigarette. "Why does it matter? You clearly were very busy when I came back from the bathroom." you shot back, your words sharp. He paused at your pointed response before finally extinguishing his cigarette in the wolf-shaped ashtray. "You let her..you let her touch you..and you didn't tell her to back off. Did you enjoy her company that much?" you asked, your voice breaking at the thought of the two of them together.

"You think I'd cheat on you? I may be a lot of things but a fucking cheater Isn't one of them." He spoke in a faux calm tone as he backed you into the hallway and into your bedroom.

"S-Seongje.." You warned.

"I thought My girl wasn't a dumbass." He ridiculed, a cruel smile stretching on his lips as he backed you more and more towards your bed

"Don't call me dumb! I'm not stupid! You jackass!" you snapped before letting out a surprised noise as you fell onto your bed, trying to escape from him. "Oh no, baby," he cooed mockingly. "I work with incompetent, useless punks. You're stupid if you think I would cheat on you with some one-and-million whore. Don't worry, though. I'll show you who I really belong to." Seongje shrugged off his windbreaker, letting it fall to the floor, and crept onto the bed after kicking off his pants and underwear.

You should be mad, pissed at him, shouldn't feel your treacherous cunt heat up, and gush slick but watching as he took off his shirt and threw it to the side, bare except his glasses and his chain. He was lean, and muscular in ways that counted, and his cock. His dick twitched as if sensing your admiring gaze.

He was above average length, so thick it struggled to stand up completely, and veiny. The glans was a darker shade than the rest of his skin; the slit oozed a pearl of pre-cum. And a trimmed bush around the base of his dick. His member was just as fine as him.

You happily helped him take off your clothes until you were both as naked as the day you were born. Seongje smirked smugly, the bedroom look you gave him made him want to take you right there but the urge to tease you won over. Seongje wrapped his arms around your spread legs and pulled your ass on top of his thighs. His dick slid between your folds, coating himself in your wetness, and the tip rested on your bud; he drew back and snapped forward, giving himself a pussy job.

"Just fuck me!" You cried as he continued to fuck your lips and clitoris. "I don't know. Should I?" He questioned. You cried, frustrated, and bucked your hips to try and fail to trick him inside, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I accused you of cheating. Now fuck my brains out!" You screamed; Seongje simply hummed a 'good enough,' drew back until his cock head caught on your entrance, and he rolled his hips.

You both let a groan as he pushed into your tight, wet, gummy depths. The action alone was close enough to make you cum. His cock, lay heavy on your walls, and his veins brushed against those spots until he bottomed out. You grabbed his hands that gripped your hips and threw your head back, moaning loudly as he pulled out and slammed into you, "Can't believe, you think I'd give up this pussy," He grunted, thrusting harshly, the bed banging against the back wall "this is my fucking pussy. Mine." He growled pushing his hair away from his face before grabbing your neck, his fingers squeezing the side of your throat.

You gasped and moaned as you held his wrist, your eyes rolled back, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-" you blabbed, drooling. Seongje laughed meanly, his eyes shined amused "Look at this. Did I already fucked my girl cockdrunk?" He released your throat and lifted your hips up more, making him reach deeper; the loud clapping of skin, the moans, groans, and cures along the embarrassing squelching of your cunted filled the room. Seongje's glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his chain smacked against his sweat, glistening chest. Frustrated, he tore the glasses off his face, tossed them beside your head, and leaned down, his body covering yours. His large groped and knead your ass as he kissed you passionately. You wailed into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cummed.

Seongje pulled back, grunted as his eyes flutter shut, his hips slamming into your hips, his fast pace because sloppy as his dick twitched. He grunted one more time as his hot cum spilled into your pulsing pussy, painting you white from the inside.

"You were meant to be mine.." Seongje spoke up after you both cleaned up and laid together. Your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat lull you to sleep, "We were meant to be" he whispered into your ear, your eyes finally closing. If this was a dream from your otherwise miserable life you didn't want to wake up.

[lizardho]

One of the weird things about growing up me is just the increased lack of social awareness sort of slowly reaching a crescendo in junior high. I remember getting picked on a lot more as I got older and older in elementary school, and the bullying started hitting in a weird way in Jr. High. Like, my knowledge of age-appropriate things had finally capped out and I was just entirely oblivious to the fact I was being picked on. Sometimes people made it easy, like the kid who told me my mom made me wrong, but sometimes it was harder. I do have some interesting memories from that time, though, and a lot of them are centered around a very small group of people who were willing to explain things to me. I remember in 7th grade I met a girl in a math class who was incomprehensibly kind to me. She wanted to be a special ed teacher, her older and younger brothers were both on the autism spectrum, and she was friends with all the emo and goth kids, so she was like the perfect storm of patient kindness and anti-establishment knowledge I needed. I remember one day walking out of math class after a fairly hard quiz, and she said,

“Oh man, that quiz was hard. I could really use a hug.”

An I responded with, “Oh, yeah, a hug would be awesome.” And then we just kinda sat there until I saw the light flick on in her brain, like “Oooh, that’s what her deal is!” and she said “Hey, can I have a hug from you?” and I said, “Yeah!” And gave her a hug, and like, even if I didn’t know what my deal was, she sure as hell did.

In addition to being absurdly kind, she was also EXTREMELY conventionally attractive, good at makeup, funny, and had an insatiable bloodlust for bullies, so she drew a lot of a certain type of people in. I always kinda felt lucky just being her friend because God only knows how I would have lived otherwise. One day we were walking to an assembly and she did a little jog to catch up to me because my confused gay ass always walked SUPER fast, and she got me to slow down so we could talk and that was VERY kind. And because of that, one of the kids in our class who had a HUGE crush on her and didn’t know the next thing about her thought that if he made me look mad enough or dumb enough or something that she’d stop talking to me and start talking to him. So he starts by coming up to me and saying,

“Hey dude, I fucking fingered your sister last night.”

And I am a bonafide grade-a dumbass who Does Not Know What Sex Is so I thought he meant he fingered her for a crime. But my sister was like 5 so I was like “What crime could a 5 year old commit?” so I was like “What do you mean? Like, shoplifting?”

And to his credit, he kinda stopped for a second. Not because he wanted to, but because with all his experience as a bully he had yet to encounter someone quite as earnestly confused as me. After he recovered from what, to him, was a bizarre crazy-person non-sequitur, he said,

“No, dude, I mean I fingered your sister last night.”

And I said, “Dude, she’s like…5, what could you have fingered her for?” And he was doubling down so he goes “Because I fucking wanted to,” with a big cocky smile on his face, which was NOT an answer to my question because I NEEDED to know what crime this dick thought a 5 year old could commit between 6:00 dinner and 8:30 bed time. So I kept asking, “But like, what was the crime? Like what did you finger her for?” and he kept being like “Because I want to” or “Because your sister’s nasty like that,” both of which were wholly insufficient answers. He thought I was ignoring him or stupid, and I thought he was a total moron, and realistically both of us were right.

And the whole time we’re talking about this, she is glaring daggers at him and telling him to Shut The Entire Fuck Up because she knows what he’s saying and she knows I do not and she doesn’t want me to learn like this. And finally, because he thinks she’s doing that thing that girls don’t actually do but that boys THINK they do of feigning being mad to play along and egg me on, he starts looking at her like they’re in cahoots, and she says “Oh my God you sick jerk just leave us ALONE!” and that gets a teacher’s attention. And suddenly he’s red-faced and confused because he thought he was looking like Chad Thundercock the top king stud of all time and realistically he’s looking more like the comedy relief pseudo-bully from an 80s film. And because she yelled at him to leave us alone, a teacher almost immediately comes over to check on what’s going on, and she explains it all in graphic detail and that kid got detention and probably a tension headache from trying to make his brain think good enough to figure out how all this happened. And once it was done she just grabbed my arm by the elbow and said “I’m so sorry about that, come on, let’s just go,” and I said, “Idk why you’re sorry, I don’t even know what’s going on.” And she said, “I know, sweetie, I know. Do me a favor and don’t look it up.” And because I promised her I didn’t end up knowing what fingering was until I was a Sophomore in high school when someone in theater explained it to me and I was retroactively so mad at this kid I almost went blind.

I actually have a LOT of stories about this kind of stuff so if y’all like this I will post more.

[fickleminder]

a dish best served cold

DWBD AU. Thirteen hits the brothers with some hard truths (and a few traps).

DWBD AU masterlist here.

Thirteen wasn't smiling even as she fiddled with her latest trap. Not a trace of glee could be found on her stony face, and that was when the brothers realized she meant business.

"You're exaggerating!" Asmo laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood despite not sounding so confident anymore. "Surely it can't be that serious—"

"I've seen it too many times to count. What did you think would happen if you tried to cut someone off from their friends, their support network?" She looked up with a sneer. "That they'd just cozy up to the next person who showered them with attention?"

Mammon shrugged helplessly. "Well, yeah—"

"Not when you're the cause of their isolation, you idiots!" The reaper's voice dropped below freezing. "Do you know how many humans have snuffed out their own candles from being bullied so relentlessly?"

"This isn't bullying; it's ensuring their safety," Lucifer said calmly. "The Devildom Funny Funtime Zoo is home to many dangerous beasts and—"

"And they already have seven escorts plus two angels and a shitty excuse for a sorcerer!" Thirteen tucked her tools away and pointed a colorful bazooka at the brothers, causing the group to freeze in place. "So back. The fuck. Off."

"W-what's it to you, anyway?" Levi dared to argue. "You didn't like them at first either, and now you're acting like their new best friend? It's so not fair!"

Thirteen grinned manically. She strode forward while keeping the bazooka locked and loaded, forcing the brothers to retreat further, unknowingly towards a hidden 'X' on the ground. "I have my reasons."

Satan lifted his chin with a scoff. "You don't scare us. I bet that thing just shoots confetti or something—"

Beel triggered the trap with his weight, and the twins went down first. The ground quickly opened up beneath the rest after that, sending them plummeting into the pitfall with lots of shouting and cursing.

With her targets cornered in a hole, Thirteen took aim and fired away.

.

.

.

The reaper's loud cackling drew smiles from one of the many balconies of the Demon Lord's Castle.

"Convincing Thirteen to join the exchange program was a wise decision, My Lord." Barbatos remarked as he served the Prince another cup of tea. "Did you foresee this outcome?"

"Not this specifically, but close enough." Diavolo took a sip and sighed with satisfaction. "Human resiliency is a remarkable thing, isn't it? They were able to thrive despite everything thrown at them."

"Careful, one might think you condone the Avatars' past behavior."

"Not at all! In fact, I believe some punishment is in order."

Barbatos gave a closed-eye smile. "Why, I think they're doing a fine job of that themselves, don't you agree?"

[maras-mischief]

Up to no good.

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was up to no good. Granted, it was a look she always had now. My girlfriend, Lisa, was pledging her Mom's old sorority. The Thetas of thirty years ago were elegant, alluring, and mysterious. They graced the university with a presence that bordered on divine. If they were angels now, they were fallen angels.

One of the requirements for all pledges was to do Pledge Week while on Elixir. Their motto was, "Let the bitch out and see what happens." 99% of the time the girl turned into a ravenous insatiable slut that would find the nearest frat and fuck them comatose. Something was different with Lisa, or Jia, as she preferred to be called.

Don't get me wrong, she fucked me stupid the first night of Pledge Week. She let me do things I'd begged her to do for months, and she even went beyond. She bought a weird strap-on that wrapped around my cock and balls. I essentially had two dicks that she rode until she screamed. When she made me cum, she'd suck me hard again and to it in reverse. But the next night, she was gone.

She came home the second night reeking of cheap booze, weed, and sex. I asked her where she was all night; she laughed in my face.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Here, take these as a souvenir. Maybe you can jerk off in them."

She wiggled out of her lace panties and stuffed them in my mouth. They smelled and tasted like pussy and cum. I gagged and spit them on the floor.

"What the fuck, Jia! You fucked another guy?"

"Guys, plural. That new hip-hop club downtown was full of guys willing to fuck me."

"Wha...how could you?"

"Easy. I told them I was a wannabe Snow Bunny and I needed to be broken in."

"No, not that. How could you cheat on me?"

"Because I want to. Lisa is your girlfriend, not me. I'm just the bitch that rode your cock last night. If you're lucky, I might ride again before the week is out."

She slammed her dorm room door in my face, and I heard her flop on the bed. From there, it got really bad. On the third night, I was woken up at three in the morning by the local police department. She told them I'd pay her bail and pick her up; they were begging me to get her. She'd already bullied her cellmates into submission, and she was taunting the male cops by masturbating in front of them. The local PD knew about the Theta pledges, so they gave them some leeway.

"Just get this crazy bitch out of here."

I got a blowjob as a thank you as I drove her to the sorority house for her next dose of Elixir. An army of Elixir sluts greeted her like a returning hero. For nights four and five, I heard nothing and never heard from her. On the sixth night, I got a phone call to be at the Theta House for the end of Pledge Week.

On the seventh and final night, I walked into the extravagant sorority house to silence. The entire sorority was standing in the main room watching Gia on their little makeshift stage.

"I'm glad you're here. I wanted you to witness this."

"Witness what?"

"My coronation as the new head of the Theta sorority."

"How? You're just a Pledge."

"Not anymore."

I watched in horror as she lifted the remaining Elixir stock to her mouth and drank. There had to be 300 ml in the flask she downed.

"Somebody stop her."

"We can't. She is our Queen."

"How?"

"For the past three days, she's been bullying the entire sisterhood, she's simped our boyfriends, made us watch, and in a lot of cases, she's become a mistress to our Daddies."

"You're telling me in three days she's made you watch as she subjugated and emasculated all your boyfriends and she's fucked and ensnared all the rich Dads of Theta House?"

"Yes."

"Attention, All."

She was done with the Elixir.

"Like my mother before me, I take my place as the head of this house. No longer will we be obvious and oblivious sluts. We will take our place as the devious, salacious queens of the shadows. You sluts will learn from me; you will dominate and manipulate this world as a proper Theta should."

"Lisa! You can't do this."

"Lisa? That cowering little cunt is dead. I am Jia now and forever. Girls, lock my ex in the basement and brew another batch of Elixir. I want to see what kind of pet slut he'll make."

"Yes, my Queen."

[sugawara--san]

this was an especially serious plot twist because the crown prince of the fire nation was assumed to be the avatar after he started firebending AND waterbending. he totally mastered both but never could get the other two but they all just thought he was having a hard time LOL

deku and bakugou are also from the fire nation and befriended todoroki when he snuck away from dumb prince stuff firelord ENDEAVOR was making him do to play

bakugou was a natural firebender from a young age. it usually came from rage but then he took breathing lessons seriously because he wanted real mastery. he was ofc forced to be deku's firebending teacher

deku got bullied for being a nonbender and bakugou would say stuff like well duh he's too timid he could never even produce a flame. he still practiced the forms over and over hoping to get it but he never did.

bakugou still doesn't even believe deku's the avatar so he's being so unserious about everything.

deku still can't firebend yet even tho it's supposed to be his native element. todoroki suggests just moving on to the next element and maybe it will come to him eventually (partially being supportive and partially because he wants deku to leave so he can travel with as he's never been outside the fire nation). bakugou is also forced to go as his designated firebending teacher.

they go to an air temple and meet his airbending teacher uraraka!

after literally five minutes of good physical and spiritual instruction from uraraka deku starts airbending. he's so happy and shocked because he lowkey wasn't believing he was the avatar either, he cries

bakugou on the other hand is pissed as fuck because now he thinks deku was just hiding his bending from him the whole time. because of that the teaching is not going very well. deku will be in perfect form and not produce a single flame, bakugou thinks he's mocking him and looking down on him still (canon), gets mad and quits the lesson three minutes in each time.

i think bakugou probably challenged deku to an agni kai and deku is so mad because HOW CAN I HAVE A FIRE DUEL WITH YOU WITHOUT FIRE YOU IDIOT (first time calling bakugou an idiot to his face and the idiot part is all he hears it just makes him madder lmao) and they just have this big fight to make sure bakugou finally understands deku wasn't hiding anything and that he really can't firebend yet he's not faking it.

THEN i think when deku still isn't getting it todoroki offers to teach deku firebending cuz maybe a different approach will work but bakugou gets pissed at them again because he thinks they're saying he's the problem.

PLUS MORE GENERAL IDEAS

previous ofa users are the past avatars

firebenders: bakugou, todoroki, kaminari (lightning bender!)

airbenders: uraraka, sero, iida

waterbenders: todoroki also, tsu, monoma, shinsou, yaomomo

earthbenders: kirishima, mina, tetsutetsu, jirou

deku's teachers are bakugou, uraraka, todoroki, and kirishima but others definitely give him tips! he will ask anyone and everyone about their bending experience because he finds it so fascinating and because he's such a late bloomer he wonders how it feels for everyone else

avatar aus where they name deku the avatar and he and everyone else are confused af because they thought he was a nonbender

[phoebe-the-autism-fairy]

"You should stop being so sensitive!"

You should stop being so mean.

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[elf-trash]

reposting this bc the OP blocked me (and is blocking anyone else who disagrees which means blocked people can't reblog) and i want to say this loud and with my whole chest!!!!!

another Dragon Age fic was recently outed as being AI, and this is what the writer had to say for themselves about it:

so actually, Grammarly uses generative AI and is just as bad as ChatGPT. it also objectively makes your writing worse, it sucks the voice out of your prose and turns it into corporate sounding homogenized paste. it's also unethical for all the same reasons any generative AI is unethical. get a writing group and have a real human beta read for you if you don't trust yourself to check your own grammar etc. but honestly something unpolished and written entirely by your human brain and human imagination will ALWAYS be better than AI slop.

also, the part about published authors doing this is patently untrue. i know this is a huge problem in the self-publishing space, but most publishers now are including clauses in their contracts that expressly forbid the use of AI in ANY part of the creative process. this includes using ChatGPT to generate or clean up outlines or Grammarly to spellcheck and revise. so if you're trying to publish, don't fucking do this or you could literally be asked to return an advance if you get caught.

i've posted about this in the past, but AI detectors are actually shocking accurate these days. i've tested them extensively recently and they can consistently and correctly flag individual sentences written by ChatGPT in an otherwise original passage. and they almost never flag false positives. so the argument that AI detectors can't be trusted is just flat out wrong. are they correct 100% of the time? no. but can they indicate with a high degree of accuracy if AI was used in some capacity? absolutely, especially if there is additional evidence.

and for all the people hand wringing about AI detectors flagging false positives, let me just say this: if something is not AI written it is very easy to prove. you can't write anything of any considerable length without leaving a massive paper trail of notes and drafts. almost all writing software tracks changes and makes it very easy to prove you wrote something yourself. being falsely being accused of AI isn't actually a real problem and is only being made to seem as such by people who are trying to get away with and justify using AI or who are worried about getting caught.

i think a lot of people are just lured by a seemingly easy shortcut, and to their untrained eye, what the AI is spitting out feels "better" to them than their own writing. but i promise you it's not. trust your own brain and put in the work to improve at your craft rather than outsourcing the gift of your imagination to a robot that steals from other people's work.

i will continue to die on this hill!!!!!

[flying-cat]

people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.

[nepttunnee]

the thing that really gets me in mha is that like. before deku gets his quirk everyone is like you cant be a hero at all. which at the time makes sense bc all might is number one but like at all??? thats crazy. and then woah he has a quirk and he can be a hero and gets into the top class of the top hero school and we immediately meet a guy whose power is just tail. his name is tailman. and another who i kid you the fuck not is a diaper wearing misogynist whose whole schtick is he has sticky balls. and they’re like these r the top students ever!! the future of japan!! and deku is like i could have never gotten here without all might!! meanwhile ojiro is sitting there like a singular fucked up backflip away from being in the same boat as him hello?? looking at him straight on he’s just man?? are you serious right now. and then deku loses his super cool quirk whatevs and has to wait forever for his super powerful best friend/lover/enemy? to buy him a super cool gadget thingy whole time fucking tailman is over here on the same level as the kid who makes lightning bolts strong enough to fry the human brain come out of his hands

[lgbtlunaverse]

Thinking of the Nie disciple that told Nie Mingjue it was Meng Yao who stayed behind to clean up corpses on the battlefield today.

Nie Mingjue didn't just randomly stumble upon poor lil meowyao eating bread in the novel, he was already looking for him to thank and reward him for his work.

That's what makes it so fun that nieyao's first conflict will end up being about someone else taking credit for Meng Yao's work.

And I'm sure that Nie Mingjue's actual opinions on plagiarism are a lot more nuanced, all we really get from him in this scene is "well you shouldn't kill someone over it!" which leaves a lot of room for what punishments he thinks are appropiate. But I bet that it isn't occuring to him in this moment that the only reason he knows Meng Yao at all, the only reason he got such a capable deputy, is that he noticed someone was taking care of the dead and cared enough to want to know their name. And then the Nie disciples didn't lie to him. The disciple he asked could have said "it was me, Zongzhu" to rise in the ranks himself, but he didn't. He went and asked others, who all also could have taken the credit, but they didn't. Someone saw Meng Yao working and decided to be honest about it and that simple decision is the catalyst for Meng Yao becoming Nie Mingjue's deputy.

Meng Yao can't just work hard to get results, others have to acknowledge that work. If they don't, it's as if he didn't do anything at all.

[tonya-the-chicken]

My thing is, the main manga has very little criticism of things you stated (like, even if it was unfairly hard for Shinsou and Aizawa to get into the hero course, none of them attempt to change the system itself, they sorta make an exception for Shinsou). The text waves a bit at "maybe there is too much violence" but never goes deep enough so there is always a question of "isn't this just standard for the genre?" Can you read a black and white heroes vs villains manga and complain when villains die? Unless the manga is critical of its own genre and eh submersive (is this the right word), it's the same as complaining about romance in a romance story. Worldbuilding of bnha is lacking, and it is hard to criticise a system we know too little about. Reading Vigilantes I actually was surprised that author dedicated the time to how it all functions, you know

I read Vigilantes and Team Up (not all chapters) and I agree that those story and suplementary materials (like the page about Lady Nagant) make a much better jobs talking about excess violence and lack of restraints than the main manga and it is annoying as fuck (to me). I hate this approach where certain ideas are pointed at but never developed properly and I do consider this bad writing. I don't really blame fans for thinking like that because Horikoshi is the one fanning the flames and not elaborating. Twice vs Hawks plot could have been used to criticise the HPSC approach and it kind of was but it didn't have nearly enough impact for something of that significance. Like, as an audience, I know he killed a man and I feel bad and I wish there was a different way. But no one is punished for what happened and nothing changed (maybe in the mysterious last chapter i didn't read) so I wonder if we should just accept this reality. The way the scene starts with Hawks and Twice also annoys me because we already see him subjugated. It would be better if we saw what happened before that. How did the Hawks even catch him in a pose like this? Sometimes Horikoshi sacrifices plot for visuals... And that said, how do we know it was ever possible to de-escalate and make Twice give up peaceful? Nothing like this ever happens in the manga (more on that later). Maybe all of that was nothing but Hakws' imagination and Twice could never have been reintegrated (seriously speaking the man was pretty deep in and considered LoV his family. How possible it was to change his mind?)

Complaints about the casual use of violence seem weird when we talk about things like battle shounen. The number of times violence was played for laughs in bnha itself is too much to count (the Endeavor grabbing villain's face was clearly not a serious scene). The violence is over the top. The impact it has is not the same as in real life (people survive things they should not) and that should be accounted for in any "this is too violent" analysis. As in, you should focus on what the public would say is too much violence or some objective outlets. In Vigilantes Endeavor was criticised in newspapers for using too much force against a teenage villain, which is how we know where the line is. THAT was too much. We never see anything like this in the main manga. Was Hawks killing Twice too much? There should have been two chapters about Hawks being bullied by the public but all I remember is like one scene (and I think it was more people against Endeavor) and then the press conference, which wasn't overly aggressive and honestly felt more anti-Endy. Because a lot of things happened at once, I have a hard time recalling anyone explicitly saying their opinion on Twice's death. It's like the general public loudly gasped and then moved on

Though in my opinion (as a fan of Endeavor perhaps) Vigilantes makes Endeavor too stupid and too violent, it almost feels ridiculous

The thing with fiction is, you can imagine an endless amount of possibilities ("the could have sedated them or otherwise subdued them") but if the author doesn't point out that it is possible, it is not much a criticism of the story but your own take on it ("if it was me writing I'd comment on non-violent ways to subdue villains"). You want a story that is anti-violence but is this what Horikoshi wrote? Well, a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Horikoshi sorta raises a question of whether villains are all so bad. Twice was dealt a bad hand, sure. Shigaraki needs saving, yes! The entire LoV is poor little meow meows. But what happened to all of them in the end? They are all dead. The only villains that "switched sides" are the ones that were heroes to begin with (Lady Nagant and Gentle). Where is reintegration in that? It is only a dream and not a reality in bnha. Maybe Spinner's story is about reintegration? Nah, his ending was ridiculous, I just try not to think about it. Not to mention how pick-and-choose this whole "sympathy" thing is. No one ever wonders if it was the right thing to kill AfO. That man, in fact, was born evil and there is no sympathy for him. There are a lot of no-sympathy villains, and it almost feels like sad backstories grant some villains special treatment. There is no structure, no broader idea

If we look at the events that happen and what we know about how their world function, bnha Japan is extremely dystopian and outright creepy. However, text doesn't really treat it as such. It creates a lot of dissonance. Maybe Horikoshi was restrained or didn't want to switch the genre because frankly... The world he created doesn't suit the cheery vibes. It is completely horrifying. And it would be great to write a story about police brutality but alas, bnha is not that. Idk what bnha is about, it's about everything just a little bit, so it's about nothing in particular

Out of universe, and back into it, the events of the story are described as "war" (id I remember correctly but I cringed pretty hard so I think it did happen). LoV aren't a bunch of petty thugs; they are terrorists planning to ruin the world. Sometimes the risk outweighs the benefits BY A LOT. All I am saying in my post is that I can't label either Endeavor or Hawks for their handling of Nomu and Twice as morally grey, taking into account the stakes. Horikoshi didn't do enough

Side note: if by Endeavor considering killing a civilian you mean Koichi, then not really. Koichi is a vigilante, vigilantism is a crime, so by legal definition, he very well might be a villain (it is confusing what is a villain and what is not). Gentle was prosecuted by the police and disowned by his parents for attempting to save someone, wasn't he? Everyone just closes their eyes on Koichi's shenanigans cause he is "doing the right thing" and doesn't fail at it Side note edit: did he straight-up say he wants to murder him? I went to reread Pop Step vs Endeavor. He said that it is too risky to hold back against Pop Step and hope to capture her. I guess the situation is confusing because we, as an audience, know that Pop is controlled by a villain and is not herself... I can't treat the way Vigilante's author writes Endeavor seriously cause he makes him so over-the-top aggressive, straight-up murderous. You're trying to make me believe he kept his No. 2 spot acting like that? HPSC would make him go missing so he doesn't smear their reputation with his actions

Ok, gonna be controversial, and maybe it's because my country's been at war for almost half of my life but why are people so hang up on Hawks and Endeavor killing Twice and The High-End Nomu respectively?

Ok, they killed guys who actively tried to murder people and showed no signs of stopping. The heroes considered other ways of dealing with situations, but they failed or were impossible to execute. And that is like what, a bad thing?

"Heroes kill the bad guys" I sure hope they fucking do! Not as the first line of action, but if there's no other way, I am not going to hold it against them that they got their hands dirty so regular folks can sleep peacefully (and at the end of the day, it's shounen)

Like, neither Hawks nor Endeavor are the issue here. They are doing their job and doing it correctly. Though I would admit that HPSC seems too relaxed about killing people and the whole Lady Nagant plotline is A LOT. Ideally, there should be some sort of internal investigation, and they should be really serious about that, but idk bnha worldbuilding is kinda meh I can't tell you how all these organizations even function. There's barely any political life in there

And I like Twice, man. I was sad it happened, but he is a villain. He is part of the organization of murderers that want to boom boom the world like be serious

[watermelonlicker]

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[thwispsings]

the idea came to me in a migraine induced dream but now im obsessed with the concept of a mu qingfang who knew the abuse bunhe was going through at the hands of og!shen qingqiu/shen jiu and did his best to treat the kid whenever he could (and bring his concerns to zhangmen shixiong, which were obviously very much ignored) and his constant worry over the situation means that when the qi deviation happens he is suspicious of shen qingqiu’s changes for all different reasons and very much protective of luo binghe -who is a sweet child and an earnest disciple who seems to always find the most incredible medicinal herbs to bring to his mu shishu as thanks for the care bestowed upon him- which means that when the whole shen qingqiu dying thing happens instead of bad mouthing luo binghe or fighting him at every chance he does his best to come over and keep an eye on things to try and help him and make sure luo binghe won’t kill himself trying to bring shen qingqiu back because he remembers that earnest kid and he’s witnessed luo binghe’s devotion to this shen qingqiu first hand and knows there is no way that the kid who cried when ning yingying found a bird with a broken wing and begged mu qingfang to fix it and the kid that would always borrow medical texts and try to find new herb combinations as if it was a game between him and qian cao disciples is actually doing anything nefarious to shen qingqiu’s corpse.

anyways in this essay i will-