#a person can hurt someone and then turn around and claim to be saving them from the very wound they inflicted

[dreamsteddie]

Steve and Eddie who kind of flop in life and end up poor, living in a trailer in a different small town living quiet lives of no import.

The kids, Robin, Nancy, and Johnathan all seem to take the small handful of opportunities offered to them by the government in the aftermath of the Upsidedown to take off and make something of their lives. They're off writing headlines, making news, and living their lives to the best of their abilities, but Steve and Eddie find themselves stuck.

Steve stayed in Hawkins until the kids graduated and left for college. By then Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin are all in their second or third years of college. John and Nancy have their own apartment in New York together and don't reach out all that often, only seeing the rest of the Hawkins crew on Holidays and some vacations. Robin is flourishing at an all-women's college in Maine and has a partner and a cat and plans for graduate school brewing. She's always saying Steve can come out and join her whenever he's ready, but when the time comes it feels like he would just be trying to insert himself in the middle of a life he doesn't know how to fit into, so he turns to Eddie instead.

Eddie is permanently disabled in a number of ways following the events of season four. He struggles with chronic pain, has breathing issues due to the loss of part of his right lung, and lost enough muscle mass in his left leg that walking will never be easy or done without the use of a walker or arm bar crutches. The doctors said he recovered as well as he could have. The kids said he would get better with time. Wayne said it didn't matter if he never got better, he could do anything he set his mind to.

Steve is the only person who tells him the truth.

Steve tells him that it sucks. Tells him that it will probably always hurt. Doesn't give him false hope when he's trying to grieve the loss of the life he wanted to live. The goals he wanted to reach. When he falls deeper and deeper into himself, stuck in the muck of depression, Steve is the only person he lets in. The kids try their best but their lives are moving fast, and taking care of someone like Eddie is exhausting, no matter what they try to say. Eventually, everyone but Dustin gives up on reaching out, the younger boy showing up every Sunday to try and get Eddie out of the house. He always leaves disappointed.

When Steve asks him if he wants to use what's left of their partly government payouts and Steve's equally meager Family Video savings to buy a truly shitty trailer in a town an hour and a half south of Hawkins in the fall of 1990, it feels like the first boon he's been given in almost five years. He'll never be who he could have been if he had ignored Chrissy that day in 86', but he's always thought maybe he could be more than a ghost between Wayne's walls if he could just get out of this god-forsaken town full of people who know too much and too little of what's happened to him.

They get the trailer, pack what little they have, let Wayne hug them close, and leave.

Steve has already transferred to their new town's Family Video, moving up to claim the dubious honor of being the opening manager. Mostly he just unlocks the door, signs into the computer, and makes sure nothing catches fire. Eddie hoped that moving would miraculously make him fit to enter back into the world, but he spends most of his days with a blanket on the front porch, watching people pass by. He does, though, finally accept that he needs to apply for disability to help Steve keep the lights on and the water hot. That last little bit of hope that he could be what he used to be dies, but he's learning to be content with what he does have. He starts taking a walk, just ten minutes around the loop of the trailer park saying hi and trading polite nods with his fellow residents. He's not ok, but he's starting to build a new community of people not too different from himself.

The new trailer only has one bedroom. Eddie sleeps on a fold-out mattress in the living room. It had been a major argument when they first moved in with Steve insisting that Eddie needed the bed. Eddie argued that it wasn't fair for him to take the room when Steve was the one working 40 hours a week to keep them afloat. In the end, Eddie was the more stubborn of the two. It helps that Eddie has absolutely no qualms about crawling into bed with Steve on the nights when the couch bed really won't cut it for his aching body. Steve never questions it, just shuffles over a little and lets the other man in.

Steve doesn't question a lot of stuff.

He doesn't question when all their effects are shared between them with no effort to distinguish between yours and mine, Eddie's and Steve's. He doesn't question it four months in when Eddie starts to get his feet under him and decides to take up cooking, always trying his best to have everything done just as Steve walks through the door. He doesn't question when a good chunk of Eddie's first disability check goes to buying Steve a sturdy, if not very fashionable, new watch for his birthday since his old one went bust almost a year ago.

He doesn't question it when Eddie holds his hand for the first time under the stars hanging above their front porch.

He doesn't question it when Eddie introduces him to one of his new neighbor friends with a hand resting comfortably on his lower back

He doesn't question it when Eddie starts sleeping in the bedroom every night.

Or makes him box mix cupcakes for Valentine's Day.

Or kisses him for the first time on the couch that's never a bed unless they want to spend the day binge-watching bargain bin films.

Because really, isn't this how it was always going to go? Wasn't this exactly what Steve was asking for when he asked Eddie to skip town with him?

Isn't this what Eddie was hoping for when he said yes?

[luna-azzurra]

Villainy That Hits Different

The Villain Who Used to Be the Hero Once upon a time, they fought for the right side. They stood in the light, believed in justice, played by the rules. But rules don’t protect you when the world turns its back on you. Rules don’t bring back the people you lost. They learned the hard way that being a hero doesn’t mean you win. Being a hero just means you’re the idiot who refused to do what needed to be done. So they stopped being the hero. And for the first time in their life, they started winning.

The Villain Who Believes They’re Saving the World They don’t want destruction for destruction’s sake. They don’t wake up every morning with some grand plan to cause chaos. No, they wake up thinking, I am the only one who sees the truth. That the world is broken, that the people in power are liars, that the so-called heroes are too weak to do what actually needs to be done. If people get hurt along the way? If blood has to be spilled? That’s the price of salvation.

The Villain Who Never Wanted This They didn’t start out like this. Once, they were kind. Once, they trusted. Once, they loved. But trust is a loaded gun, and kindness is just an invitation to be used. Every betrayal, every scar, every time they were told they weren’t enough, it shaped them. Molded them. Forged them into something unrecognizable. Now, when people whisper their name in fear, they don’t even flinch. Because the person they used to be is already dead.

The Villain Who’s Just So Damn Tired They fought against the darkness for so long. They believed in the cause, believed in the people, believed in something bigger than themselves. But there’s only so much loss a person can take before they break. Before they look around and think, Maybe it’s not worth it. Maybe the world doesn’t deserve saving. Maybe I should stop fighting the fire and let it burn.

The Villain Who Thinks They’re the Main CharacterIt’s not arrogance. It’s destiny. Every moment of their life, every hardship, every heartbreak, it all led to this. They aren’t just another person in this story. They are the story. And if that means tearing down the world to build one where they finally get what they deserve, then so be it.

The Villain Who Loves, Just Not Enough They care about someone. Maybe they even love them. But love has limits. Love has priorities. And when the choice is between their ambition and their heart, well… they never claimed to be selfless. They’ll wipe the tears off the person they love, tell them it was never supposed to be this way, and then walk away, because the world they’re trying to build matters more.

The Villain Who Was Made, Not Born People love to pretend that villains come out of nowhere, that some people are just bad. But villains aren’t born. They’re built. They’re made in the moments no one sees, when a child cries for help and no one comes. When kindness is punished. When every good thing is stripped away until there’s nothing left but anger and survival. And once they learned how to survive, they never looked back.

The Villain Who Is Right This is the villain that keeps you up at night. Because they don’t cackle. They don’t monologue about taking over the world. No, they look you in the eye and tell you the truth. And the truth? The truth makes sense. The truth is that the system is broken. That the people in charge are corrupt. That everything you thought was good is just another lie. And now you have to ask yourself… were they ever really the villain?

The Villain Who Hates Themselves More Than Anyone Else Does They know what they are. They don’t need your judgment. They don’t need your pity. Every awful thing they’ve done, every person they’ve hurt—, it haunts them. But stopping? Stopping would mean facing the damage, facing the wreckage, facing themselves. And they’d rather burn the whole world down before they do that.

The Villain Who Smiles Too Much They’re charming. They laugh easily. They make you feel like you’re the only person in the world when they look at you. And then they ruin your life with the same easy smile. Because there’s nothing more terrifying than a villain who enjoys every second of the destruction they cause.

The Villain Who Was the Only One Brave Enough to Do It The so-called heroes hesitated. They debated. They got stuck in their own morality, their own fears, their own limitations. But the villain? The villain didn’t hesitate. Because hesitation is weakness, and weakness gets people killed. And if being the villain means being the only one with the guts to fix things, so be it.

The Villain Who’s Obsessed With the Hero It’s not about hate. It’s never been about hate. It’s about them. The hero, the rival, the one person who makes the villain feel something other than rage. They don’t want to destroy them. They want to own them. They want to keep them close, force them to see the world the way they do. Because the villain doesn’t want to kill the hero. They want the hero to understand them.

The Villain Who’s Trying to Be Good… But Failing They want to change. Really, they do. But old habits die hard, and violence is easier than vulnerability. Every time they try to take the high road, something drags them back down. And maybe… maybe they don’t want to be saved. Maybe this is just who they are.

The Villain Who’s Already Dead Inside They don’t feel anymore. Not guilt. Not pain. Not remorse. Maybe they used to, but that part of them was carved out long ago. Now, they watch people cry, scream, beg, and they feel nothing. And if the world is so determined to call them a monster, then fine. They’ll be one.

The Villain Who Wins Because sometimes, the villain is smarter. Stronger. More ruthless. Sometimes, the villain planned better. The hero hesitated, and that was all it took. And now? Now, the villain gets to watch the hero fall apart as they realize… this isn’t a story where the good guy wins.

Evil isn’t always evil. Sometimes, it’s just a choice. Which one makes your blood run cold? 😈

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[gyaruhana]

Hiiiii! If it isn’t to much of a bother could I maybe request Yandere Niragi headcanons?

-🧸

Suguru Niragi - Yandere!Niragi Headcannons

Synopsis: yandere niragi headcannons !!

A/N: may have made this a little dark but it's niragi there's no way to make him bright..

Warnings: NIRAGI, non-con elements (it's niragi what do you expect), yandere content, smut content

➠ First things first, I think it's pretty clear he'd be one of the more scary yanderes

➠ the moment he sees you, you're all his no matter what

➠ given his reputation at The Beach, no one stops to help you whenever Niragi clearly makes you uncomfortable

➠ they honestly just ignore and avoid you

➠ Niragi doesn't hide his obsession with you and his behaviours either

➠ He's super touchy with you and always planting kisses on your neck regardless of if you like it or not

➠ don't even try push him off because he'll get really annoyed and warn you not to fuck with him

➠ If someone is stupid enough to even breathe in your direction, he'll shoot them dead in front of you immediately

➠ If you have the audacity to talk to someone else, he will hit you and then shoot the person you talked to before blaming their death on you

➠ if you don't return his forward advances, he will just force himself on you

➠ whether he drugs your drink or just drags you away depends on how he feels and if your the type of person to put up a fight

➠ he will tie you down to the bed if necessary

➠ fighting back is not recommended because he gets violent fast

➠ Reaaaally into choking you

➠ his hand is on your throat the whole time he's fucking you

➠ he will carve his initials into your body to stake a permanent claim on you

➠ If you cry about it, he honestly gets turned on more because he loves your tears

➠ calls you every degrading name in the book as well

➠ his goal is really to fully break you so he can mold you into 'his perfect bitch' (as he puts it)

➠ After the first time he fucks you, he's always dragging you around and keeping you close to him

➠ there's really no chance of escaping given that everyone will snitch if they see you out of fear Niragi might hurt them otherwise

➠ Niragi stopped fucking other girls after you but that just means he's always on you since he has a high sex drive

➠ During games, he goes out of his way to keep you alive because he wants you with him forever

➠ If you're in a situation where you'll die and there's no chance of saving you, he'll fuck you and then kill you with his own hands

➠ he is absolutely into gunplay for the record

➠ finds it so hot to shove a gun in your mouth or even into your tight hole to watch you cry out

➠ of course, the gun is never loaded because he's not trying to accidentally shoot you

➠ he doesn't tell you that though because he likes the fear in your eyes when he threatens to pull the trigger and kill you if you disobey him

➠ big on hair pulling too

➠ he loves pulling your hair to pull your head back or dragging your around by your hair when you misbehave

➠ he keeps you inside his room most of the time because he really doesn't want anyone else to see you

➠ especially in the swimsuit/bikini you have to wear on The Beach

➠ when you have to go to play a game, he doesn't let ANYONE look at you

➠ the moment they do, a bullet is shot right between their eyes

➠ overall, very forceful yandere who hides nothing from you and proudly destroys you

"You fucking slut. Fighting me for what? You're clearly enjoying this," Niragi says as he fucks his cock into you roughly. He had his gun in your mouth so it's not like you could protest his words. All you could really do was cry and hope for the best. Niragi let out a cruel laugh at your tears as his free hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed it slightly. He loved seeing you like this with every fiber of his being. You were so pretty and, although you tried to fight him at first, you were finally submitting. He loved how your body went limp and you just gave into the way he was thrusting his cock in and out of you quickly with no proper rhythm. He was having too much fun destroying you. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my seed, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be fucked full of my seed and turned into my bitch? Yeah.. yeah, you would,"

[anya-nya-nya]

NSFW themes but without detailed description of intimacy, borisin! reader, virgin! Jiaoqiu, yandere, no angst just horny, abo dynamic! (slightly?? at least a scent thingy)

Let's pretend the new generation of borisins is normal and walk around freely for this one.

Jiaoqiu with his need for spice always teetering on the edge of danger, if another indigestion could be counted like that. But the hellbent rush in the food aspect didn't scare him as much as the same reckless need in his romantic life.

He never skipped the history lessons, but he doesn't remember hearing about differences in borisins’ pheromones. Cause there's something CLEARLY wrong with your Lupitoxin and the way it erupts not even a sliver of fear in him, but unbeknown obsession. Talking with you to have another sniff of it is like cooking a dish and adding a new herb he didn't have time to check for the level of spice. An implacable thrill to risk and taste.

Maybe he just saw the kindness and comfort he didn't expect to find in someone of your race, and got lured by it? But the need that nagging the depth of his guts is too strong to be justified by such silly guesses. It was your scent that dragged him closer, and only then your personality that kept him in this new place without even a thought of running away.

The hunger for your taste wasn't that much of romantical firstly, directed by his arousal, but the more time he spends listening to your voice and thoughts - that weren't as cruel and rabid as the ones Hoolay was barking long ago - the more he becomes drawn to you completely in all ways.

He becomes needy - and jealous. These wild jackasses from your pack are too frivolous with their touches, and Jiaoqiu doesn't even want to hear that this kind of behavior is a norm among you all. Moreso, the fear of your mind getting occupied by the culture of your race to the point you would shift your attention from him to one of the fellow borisins made Jiaoqiu's guts boil with such a strength it's a miracle he didn't turn into a hotpot. Your culture profess to have a strong, fierce partner, and he's a fucking blind foxian. Nothing hurt him more than newfound insecurity of not being able to suit your choices, as every time you pay a visit, he could smell not only the pleasing taste of your body, but also the tastes of others. Did you spar with them again? Let them sleep near you when you spend a night in your pack?

They all have such an ugly scent, as despite the wide kaleidoscope of natural odors humanoid species can get, borisins always got the most acrid ones. Even you had a musky one, but the soft edge it had didn't make him indisposed. Huge contrast to fruity, dulcet fragrances foxians usually have as signature. Huge contract to the one Jiaoqiu had himself.

But if initially you were interested in him, then maybe you have a sweet tooth? Maybe all Jiaoqiu needs to do is coax you the same way you cough him - by the foxian's smell that naturally would erupt instinctive hunger in your blood?

The history of his ancestors made him loathe the idea of being claimed by anyone, but if it's you then Jiaoqiu is more than happy to submit entirely till all you can think about is his, his sweet, sugary, so differ from fetid borisins, smell. Jiaoqiu knows how much of an appetite love can arise in one's soul so he would let you even bite: but only if you would never look at anyone else.

Fuck it, Jiaoqiu wouldn't mind losing his virginity with you despite knowing how important the first time is for the foxian race culturally: the pheromones of the first partner stain the skin forever, and not even thousands of partners would wash away the scent you got during first intercourse.

Anyone who Jiaoqiu would decide to sleep with after this night would smell it and know he was taken by the enemy, but he didn't care. As if he ever would sully his loyalty by letting anyone warm the bed he saved only for you.

Jiaoqiu has no appetite for this plain tasteless filth other foxians can offer him. His crave only for your musky spice.

[writingwisterias]

Day 24: Pregnancy Kink

Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Pregnancy, Pregnancy sex, Pregnancy kink, established relationship

Masterlist

There were many presents underneath the tree, some beautifully hand wrapped by you and some had an attempt by Leon. The lights gave off a warm glow against the red and gold theme, a few personalized baubles lingering in spots. Tinsel decorated the walls in low hung strips, along with various other decorations. Leon loved it. This small home he had found and crafted with you at the heart. His present was the biggest this year, his eyes often lingering on it as he tried to figure it out without touching. A small game he had made for himself. You both wanted a quiet Christmas one final one before the impending arrival of your first baby came. So your parents had dropped off their gifts, the pile larger than he had ever seen. Most of them no doubt for the baby.

You were elsewhere in the house, he could hear the sweet tunes leave your lips as you hummed to yourself. He hated how active you were still, despite only being 6 months along. Always finding things to do, thanks to his job you were able to take an early maternity leave and not worry about the financial situation from it. He found you in the nursery, folding up the many clothes you had been preparing since finding out the gender. A girl. Something that he didn't know he needed until he found out, his heart already full of love for her.

“She's not even here yet and has got you doing her laundry” he joked. You jolted slightly after having not heard him enter the room but you still greeted him with a warm smile. The brightest thing he has ever laid his eyes on. “Someone's gotta do it, her daddy has been staring at the presents all day” you teased. Oh how you loved his laugh, the natural belly laugh he only seemed to use when you were around. “Maybe I can open one early?” He smirked “might tempt me not to stare at them anymore”

“You are talking like you already have you eye on one”

Of course he did. He was a giant child at heart, practically swaying on his feet as he waited for your answer. You nodded, holding your hands out for him to help you up. You smiled as his hands instantly found your waist, tucking you into his side as he sped walked into the living room. His smile was childish as looked amongst the gifts, searching the tags for the ones that signed your name. You watched as he realized the one he wanted was from you, heavy and hard. Almost like a book. “Choosing that one?” you smirked at him. Leon nodded his hair falling all over his face as he exaggerated the movement.

His fingers worked delicately on the tape, making sure not to rip the wrapping paper. It was definitely a book only the cover was black, adding to the alluding mystery he had created in his small mini game. He could see you smile - a small timid one as he opened the pages. An album, filled with images of a place he didn't recognize. It wasn't until he turned the next page he was shocked. Your maternity photo shoot…in lingerie?

Leon had made numerous comments on your changes as they came, his erection more prominent when he would gaze upon at night. ‘There's nothing sexier than what you are doing for our future’ he would always claim. He was more than happy to satisfy your hormones early on in the pregnancy. His cock was probably red and sore with the amount of times you woke him up needing him. Yet as you grew your frustrations increased but his willingness to help decreased in fear of hurting you. Something completely justified but it left you aching. To combat this you booked a boudoir shoot. Dressing yourself up and being guided into the sexier positions with the photographer. The idea was being saved until a wedding came around, always wanting to give it to him on your wedding day. But times grew desperate as did you.

“Honey this is…wow”

That's all he has to say? After that time and money you put into modelling this, just for a touch. You were sad, almost going to cry because of these damn hormones until you saw it. The curve in his sweatpants that slowly grew with a small twitch. His breath hitching as he turned the page. Leon couldn't describe how turned he was, the erection came almost instantly. At least he knew his drinking hadn't affected it yet. You had made him his own version of a playboy magazine, looking extremely attractive whilst being swollen with evidence of himself. “Is it good?” You asked, your voice timid as you shrunk in on yourself. Leon chuckled, his eyes finally meeting yours with a darkened glare. One that held only pure admiration and lust.

He stalked over to you, sitting on the sofa beside you. His lips encased your own, keeping you trapped in a whirlpool of affection and passion. His hands fell onto your hips gently hitching up the fabric of your summer dress until he found the waistband of your underwear. “Leon? Did you like it?”

His heart cracked at you attempting to seek his approval, as if his actions weren't words enough as your insecurities grew. “I loved it”

With that he guided you on his lap, enjoying the feel of you as your lips crashed against each other in another battle for dominance. Your hands worked on his buttons whilst he slipped your underwear aside. Leon slid into you with ease, his thrusts shallow and small as you worked yourself on his cock. Admiring your breasts in the small dress you were wearing, how they now grew in size. Your small belly pressing against his as you rocked against him. It was heavenly, he wanted nothing more than to be treated like this. In the corner of his eye he could see the present open on the floor, the imagery only spurring him on further until he finally felt his balls tighten.

His load coated your walls, the warmth spreading inside causing them to flutter and clench around his softening cock as you orgasmed around him. Your head landed in his neck, catching your breath. After all, it had been a while since you could do this for so long. Leon lifted you up, the two of you still connected. Silently carrying you to the bedroom where you assumed he was going to continue giving you an early Christmas present.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE BAKUSQUAD HEADCANONS

You were a really determined person. You always put your best whenever you did something, and didn't worry about the result and that was something the Bakusquad admired about you, however, you were incredibly naive and trusting of everyone around you 

You had met the Bakusquad on your first day. As usual, Bakugou was yelling at you about something, and suddenly, you snapped and asked him to shut up. Everyone around you gasped and soon, the Bakusquad looked at you with immense respect. Ofc, Bakugou wasn't too happy about that but eventually he let you join the Bakusquad since he was actually impressed with your quirk and courage to stand up against him which most people can't do without breaking at least 5 bones 

You loved hanging out with the Bakusquad and they loved hanging out with you. They didn't do anything that made you feel uncomfortable 

Whenever someone tries to bully you, they immediately stick up for you with intense threatening looks in their eyes like they're about to murder them. Pretty soon, their overprotectiveness for you had turned into a CRAZY OBSESSION and they realized that they all liked you 

However, they didn't like how innocent and trusting you were. What if someone takes advantage of that? What if someone hurts you? What if they do something bad to you? They talked about it when you were absent from school one day 

''Man... Y/N is really cool and I think we're all in love with her but....'' said Sero but stopped in the middle. ''But what?" asked Mina. ''She's so trusting of everyone around her and not to mention really innocent'' he said. ''Yeah, well someone has to show that little nerd that not everyone can be trusted'' growled Bakugou. ''That's right.... after all, we ARE becoming pro heroes and what sort of heroes will we BE if we can't save our friend?" asked Kirishima. ''Kiribro's right. We NEED to take action for Y/N's own good and keep her safe'' and everyone agreed

Soon, they even started getting clingier and possessive of you than usual and finally, you started trying to avoid them, but that was a HUGE mistake

''Y/N WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!!??" screeched Bakugou as he tried running towards you but you just waved back at him and shouted, ''Sorry... I need to go'' and ran off in the other direction. When it soon dawned upon them that you were avoiding them, they were hurt at first, but came to the conclusion that you were just shy and scared and confused. But don't worry, they're going to take care of everything for you 

You were tied to the headboard of a bed with a few ropes and you had a quirk cancelling cuff around your ankle after you blacked out due to them bonking you over the head. You then saw your old friends, the Bakusquad come in and you said, ''Guys... this isn't funny, let me go'' you snarled. ''Why would we do that when we worked so had to take you away and try to keep you safe?'' asked Denki. "Guys, if this is about the time I declined your offer about going to the arcade, I said I was sorry since I had somewhere else to be'' you said

''It's all right.... From now on, you're going to be ONLY with us since we all love and care for you'' smiled Kirishima as you yelled, ''YOU GUYS ARE PSYCHOPATHS!!" Bakugou just laughed and tried stroking your cheek but you attempted to bite his finger off. ''Ohh...she's feisty'' squealed Mina. "None of this would happened if you were so naive all the time...dumbass"

''We'll undo the ropes for you when you can prove you can be trusted. It's just that we don't want to see our darling in any form of danger now do we, Mi amor~" said Sero

You wished your life would go back to normal and you regretted being friends with these people who claimed all they wanted to do was keep you safe. They DID treat you well, and they never raised their hand at you. Of course, they had to stop Bakugou from literally MURDERING you when you act up while Kirishima and Denki and Sero calm him TF down and Mina tries comforting you. They actually treat you like royalty once you develop Stockholm Syndrome and cuddle sessions with them are a MUST! Maybe it won't be so bad 

[whereserpentswalk]

There's a fallen angel in one of your college classes she's extremely obvious about it even though she claims to be a human. You can tell from the way she's always trying to hide the scars where her wings used to be, the slender yet muscular body type she has tears clearly angelic, and the fact that her body is entirely sexless despite her desire to he seen as female, the slightly sad image of a dress wrapped around her flat chest being the first thing people see of her.

Most people are afraid of her. They've heard of the horrors that fallen angels who've gone to the underworld have committed, the things that they've turned into. They assume the worst, treat her like a dog off it's leash. Nobody actually says anything, but they avoid her, get afraid if she seems to angry, or even just too excited. The professors are strict with her, and the students stay away from her. You hear people saying they're worried she's going to hurt or seduce them when she seems to just be doing normal, if a bit awkward things, like they assume she's the demon they fear she is. Even the undead, the werewolves and the wizards who go to your school are a bit afraid of her.

Eventually she asks you for help with homework. She's so afraid when she asks, she says you seem like the nicest person in the class. But still she's afraid you'll hurt her, or mabye she's afraid she'll hurt you. You have to reassure her a bit, but you help her, step by step. She's so afraid whenever she fails something that she's as worthless as she was told the fallen were, or that someone's going to punish her the same way the other angels would have for a mistake. But she's smart, even if she hasn't had the background to know a lot of things her human classmates know.

You decide to bring her when you hang out with some other freinds. You're just walking through the city streets that are near your campus, it's not that big a deal for most of you, but it is to her. She's never really explored a human city before, and getting to do normal things like this is kind of new to her. Everyone knows what she is, but after a few minutes of just existing with her it stops being the focus. And she seems to happy to just be treated as a normal girl.

There's so much she hasn't experienced before. When you walk by a toystore she's weirdly interested in it, and ends up buying a plush there while almost everyone but you and her and too embarrassed to go inside. She was never a child, so it seems like it's comforting to her to get to enjoy something like this when she didn't get a chance to normally.

But mostly she just seems to enjoy being talked to and looked at like a normal person, without being the focus. Her face lights up when someone compliments her hair, angels are called beautiful a lot but they're never called pretty, they're never someone someone wants to be like. She's so excited to swipe her card just to take the subway with you, and she seems so comforted when being hugged goodbye by you, you think this might be the first time she's been hugged in the thousands of years she's existed.

When you're texting with her later you end up venting about your landlord, he really suck, not allowing overnight guests or pets and the like, and having raised your rent by a lot this year. She becomes really upset learning landlords exist at all, and asks you for his name before saying goodbye.

When you next hear from your landlord he's afraid of something, and agrees to remove all the rules your complained to your fallen angel freind about, and lower your rent. You have a feeling your freind did something.

When you talk to your fallen angel freind to compliment her she seems upset with herself. She was always told she'd hurt a mortal and now she has. You explain to her that that's not always a bad thing, that she saved you, as much as she would have saved you if she caught you falling off a building. You explain to her that just because she's powerful, and nobody controls her, doesn't mean that that power is evil. Even when she makes people afraid, she's still a being of good, it's why she fell in the first place.

[radkindoffeminist]

I am 13 years old. I have boobs bigger than any other girl in my year and I stopped growing in height a year ago. People tell me I could pass for 16-18 easily. Girls ask what size I am. Boys mock me for having tits. Men hit on me. Most people think I am a lot older than I actually am. I am confused by everything.

I am 14 years old. I begin turning to online chatrooms and camsex for attention because I am so lonely and horny. I don't speak about them to anyone in my life because it's never spoken about. Women and girls don't have sexual desires. I start speaking to a guy, Glenn. He's 28-years-old and knows how old I am. I speak to him for years and he's the first guy I camsex with. He speaks to me like a person and not a child and I love him for that. One day, he doesn't respond and I never hear from him again, but spend weeks hoping that I will see another message from him (he had a habit of disappearing for weeks only to come back). He doesn't message again. My heart is broken.

I am 15 years old, just about. I continue using these online chatrooms because I am such a lonely teenager and need some sort of attention and this is the only place I can find it. I meet a guy, David, who I ask to be my boyfriend. He was 21 years old. We speak every day for a month and have camsex all the time. He is sweet and mature and has his own car! Our plans to meet fall through and then he suddenly stops talking to me one day. Two months after that day, he messaged me again. His grandmother died so he couldn't deal with life. I feel empathic towards him but feel forced to take him back. When I realise that he won't take responsibility for the fact that cutting me off for months hurt me because he says that he was hurt, I break up with him. He insists on staying friends. I agree because I still feel bad for him.

I am 16 years old. I start college and I'm still speaking to my ex David, but then I see how possessive he is of me. He wants to meet up with me but will only do so on his terms, when he can kiss me all he wants because he still sees me as his. I try and speak to him about the guys at my college and he gets jealous. I stop speaking to him. I begin to realise just how toxic him and these chatrooms and camsex all is. I make a vow to stop it for my mental health, but it is hard to stop something when what draws you there is the fact that you're incredibly lonely.

I am 17 years old. It has been three years since I first opened a chatroom and had camsex and I actively try to stop. I have spoken to dozens, if not hundreds, of men by this point and they are all the same: they want to use me and will put on a little play to ensure they can get me. Some are just nice and upfront with me, using me and then never speaking to me again. Some put on a show, pretending that they like/love me so I become wrapped around their finger. Some are kind and caring, but then threaten me when they realise that they won't get what they want. Too many of them are angry when they hear the word no and if they aren't straight up agressive towards me, then they're making me feel guilty for having boundaries or trying to convince me to break them because they're different from the rest. I've met dozens of men who've claimed that they're different from the rest but they never are. They're all the same. After so many times of promising myself to stop, what really gets me to stop was someone threatening to share naked photos of me he'd taken while we were on a video call on my Facebook. I block him. I realise just how manipulated I'd been over the years and come to accept the fact that most, if not all, of these men had taken photos without my permission and some probably still have them saved somewhere.

I am 18 years old. I have managed to mostly stay away from the chatrooms and camsex, but I ended up speaking to one more guy. He seems so lovely and kind and caring. He is 26-years-old. We live far apart but he promises that he'll come and visit me sometime, even though he dodges the question every time I ask and never seems to be around or available when I'm available. We talked on and off for months. One day I tell him that I've decided to completely give up on camsex. It is too toxic and traumatic for me. I never want to do it again. He stops talking to me. I slowly realised how he was just nice to me because he wanted camsex and nudes. He never loved me but I loved him.

I am 19 years old. I start dating my ex-boyfriend. He is a genuinely wonderful and kind person. He does not disrespect my boundaries regarding camsex and nudes. He used to do a similar thing and understands how toxic and horrible these spaces can be. He's a good person, other than the fact that he mocks my interest in feminism and occasionally breaks some boundaries. We stay together for a year before we end up drifting apart.

I am 20 years old. I have severe depression. For the first time in my life, while I am incredibly drunk, I talk about my ex David and all the camsex stuff. I feel a weight lift off my shoulders knowing that other people agree that I was groomed. I had convinced myself for years that I was not groomed because I asked him out so everything that happened to me was my own fault. But I realise that while I was a stupid teenager, it still wasn't right for men to take advantage of me. I learn to accept that camsex and nudes will always be a point of trauma for me and something that I can never do again. I am so proud of myself for not doing it for two years.

I am 21 years old. I am the same age my ex David was when I dated him. I look at the freshers at my university and I couldn't imagine dating someone who is just out of college (high school). I had realised some years earlier that my relationship was toxic and pedophilic but it took me getting to the same age he was to realise just how horrible it was. I wish I could warn so many other women but I know I have to live with it because I was that teenage girl who dated that older man so I know that every single one thinks that they're the exception to the rule. They think that there's no way they're getting groomed by and older man because they really are that mature. I wish I could tell them but they'll just run into their groomer's arms even more.

I am 22 years old. I am off anti-depressants and glad that my sex drive is back. I decide that now, post COVID, would be the perfect time to have some fun. I sleep around, but the sex is so unsatifying for me most of the time. The women are good but the men spent five minutes inside of me and are then done. Half of them don't do anything to make me cum and never ask if I have. One of them complains that I take ages to cum after spending two minutes rubbing me off (badly). After feeling guilty for cancelling something last minute, I end up hooking up with someone who I shouldn't have. I cannot remember the last time I felt so repulsed by someone's touch. I stop hooking up with people. For the first time in years, I broke my no nudes, no camsex rule. I feel awful about myself.

I am 23 years old. I realise that my hooking-up with people phase was just a copy of my camsex stage. I realise that the men I hooked up with used the exact same tactics as the men I had camsex with: seemed like nice people so they could use me; got angry at me when I said no to them because they felt entitled to whatever they wanted for being nice to me; and thought that they could drop me for weeks at a time because I will always come running back to them. Sometimes I feel so assured in myself because I have spent years learning about all the maipulation tactics that they all use and because I can say no to them when they try to guilt me; sometimes I feel like that same 14 year old girl who ignored every red flag that she ever saw because she was so deperate for love and attention from anyone.

I am 24 years old. I am 2 years younger than my ex Sam was when I dated him and 4 years younger than Glenn was when I started talking to him. I look at the 18-20 year olds in our office and they are basically children to me. If I feel this way now, how much creepier will it feel when I actually hit 26 or 28? I tell people I have no interest in men and for the first time in my life I truly mean it. I stopped dating them years ago but all interest in them is gone now. Sometimes people tell me that I just haven't met the right man yet. I shrug it off but I want to scream at them. I have met dozens of men who have told me that they're different to the rest but they are all the same in the end. The right man doesn't exist.

[gingernut1314]

Passion

Summary: Just thinking about a reader who is just as...passionate...as Anasui

Content: GN!reader, Anasui x reader x Jolyne, canon typical violence, JJBA Part 6 (slight spoilers about Jotaro)

Word Count: 820+

A/N: wrote this while I was half asleep and just needed it out lol. I hope you all enjoy!

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Just thinking about…

A reader who is just as…passionate…as Anasui

A reader whose last partner may or may not have truly been their partner in the eyes of society 

But you treated them with the utmost care and saw red when someone else tried to date your partner

That relationship ended bloody and left you with a broken heart 

But then you saw him and knew without a moment’s hesitation that Anasui was the love of your life

Your end-game

You make sure to treat him so well

Someone looks at him for a split second while glancing around the prison yard?

They're getting their teeth kicked in and will find bugs in their food

Anasui isn’t going to see your passion for him at first

He’s too busy brooding in the confines of Emporio’s room

But even though he doesn’t see it--doesn’t reciprocate your feelings yet

You make sure he can feel all the love you send his way

You fluff the pillows on the chair he has claimed as his own in Emporio’s room

You bring him flowers and small gifts

You sneak him the good snacks and give him any extra money you were able to take from other prisoners

You even make sure to hiss and snap at Emporio and Weather if they so much as glance at all the gifts you have worked hard to get him

He definitely noticed a difference with everyone around him, guards and prisoners avoiding eye contact or avoiding him altogether

He thinks it’s because of his past, but that is only half of the truth

The other half is thanks to your influence

He doesn’t see you yet, but you are patient

So very very patient…until Jolyne Cujoh shows up

Oh how utterly irritating she is

Oh how stupidly beautiful she is

Oh how annoyingly arrogant she is

Of course she would try to go after your man 

Of course she would try to steal him from you

You hold your hurt and anger in for as long as you can because Anasui trusts her

Is trying to help her in her stupid mission 

And you would do anything to please Anasui

But your patience finally runs out when you begin to see Anasui gift her gentle touches

When Jolyne begins to touch him back

When they end up alone together and all you can think about is what they are doing together

She’s bad for him

She put him in the line of danger

Nearly killed him 

No amount of pep talks from Emporio can make you see reason

Not when Jolyne Cujoh still walks and breaths anywhere near the love of your life

So you come up with a plan just like how you plotted against the person who had tried to seduce your last partner

One that will put a stop to everything Jolyne Cujoh

But just as your plan begins, it comes to a screeching halt

Because Jolyne Cujoh may be an evil seductress, but she isn’t dumb

She beats the fuck out of you

Beats some sense into you about Anasui 

And as she teaches you a lesson about crossing her, you are seeing her in a brand new light

See how the light hits her dagger-sharp green eyes just right, turning them into bits of emerald

See how passionate she is, not only about her boundaries but about her mission to save her father as well

You saw then that if you were hers, she would stop at nothing to make sure you were okay

So you beg on your hands and knees for her forgiveness

To let you make it up to her

And strangely enough, she lets you go

Even though you would have been more than understanding if she wished to kill you then and there for crossing her

You begin to bring her gifts and make sure no one is looking too closely at her or her friends

You begin to follow her around, becoming her personal bodyguard (not that she needs one)

You can tell she appreciates you when she gifts you a thin smile or when she speaks with you in a tone that is less biting

Oh and it’s enough to keep your heart full and warm

But when Anasui finds out how close you have gotten with Jolyne

He begins to do his own plotting

Just as you begin to plot all over again to make sure Anasui keeps his hands off Jolyne

Nothing and no one can stop you two from fighting

From murder attempt after murder attempt

No one but Jolyne who you two are always quick to obey like a pair of dogs

But when enemies begin to try and harm Jolyne

You two come to terms with your situation and agree that Jolyne can belong to both of you

…at least until her father is saved

then you two can go back to your plotting and planning against each other

[holylulusworld]

Between a rock and a hard place (6)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, groping, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au, a tiny hint of fluff, possessive Walter, jealousy, this author has a size kink and it shows

Between a rock and a hard place (5)

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Walter ends the tour in front of his bedroom. You don’t know what this is all about, because he only showed you around the house.

“What do you say?” You blink at his question, struggling to find the correct answer to his question. “Do you like your new home? I changed a few things, let the maid buy some plants and such to make it nicer for you.”

“It’s…nice…and…uh…huge,” you stammer, unsure if that’s what he wanted to hear.

“I knew you’d like it,” his huge hands cup your face. You feel so small and weak close to Walter and August. “My sweet little lamb. I saved the best for last.”

He lowers himself to press a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips. He claims your mouth like he did with your body and soul.

“OH—” You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, a smirk on his kiss-swollen lips. “You did?” In honesty, you don’t want to know about the surprise he saved for last. It can’t be good. If you learned one thing about the brothers is that they always get what they want.

“Close your eyes,” he purrs in your ear. “Trust me in this, lamb. I know you’ll love it.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. What else can you do but follow his orders? He’s holding your life in the palm of his hand. And his hand is so fucking big it could crush you in the blink of an eye.

“Good girl.” He praises you when you close your eyes and allow him to guide you along the hallways. He stops shortly after and unlocks a door. “Go inside.”

Walter moves his hand to the small of your back and guides you inside another room. He silently closes the door and locks it behind him.

“Open your eyes, sweet lamb,” he encourages you with a soft nudge to your side. “Go ahead and have a look around.”

You open your eyes to look around the room he brought you to. Speechless, you turn toward Walter.

“What is all of this?”

“I called our interior designer and asked them to create the room you described on your blog. I even got the fluffy carpet.” He smirks when you gape at him. “You won’t get carpet burn when you kneel for me to suck me off.”

He recreated one of the rooms you had on your blog. A blush and white bedroom. Walter even got a white bed with pink and white bedding, a pink canopy, and a crystal chandelier.

The room was designed by someone who put a lot of effort into details. They used soft fabrics, elegantly curved furniture, and ornate gold mirrors and wall art frames.

“I don’t understand,” you wrinkle your forehead. “When did you find the time to do all this?”

He shrugs. “I found the time to do it for you.”

“I—” you don’t know how to react. Walter allowed his brother to use you, while he was using you like a toy. At the same time, he let someone create your dream bedroom.

“It’s alright, my sweet lamb,” he cups your face again to kiss you greedily. “I wanted you to have a place to come down. August is not allowed inside this room. Only I can unlock it.”

A shudder runs down your spine. This is not a bedroom but a prison.

Walter’s features soften for a second at your pained expression.

“What I wanted to say is, that he’s not going to taunt you in here. You are allowed to leave the room whenever you want to.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you murmur. “If he gets the chance, he’ll hurt me or sell me off to one of your guests.”

“Baby lamb, you know nothing about our dynamic,” Walter smirks. “If I lay claim on someone, August knows he’s not allowed to harm the person. You’re mine. If he wants to stay alive, he’ll not touch one hair on your head.”

“But—” you bite your lower lip, remembering how they fucked you in sync. “You let him have me…”

Walter chuckles as you shy away from his intense gaze. “We always share the good things in life. He’s allowed to touch you when I’m around. But only if I tell him so.”

You press your legs together. Having them both touch and use you wasn’t what you dreamed of on lonely nights. But you can’t deny that they woke a side of you that you never explored before.

“Hmmm…you liked having us both inside of your tight little holes,” Walter cups the back of your neck to steal another kiss. “Remember, you’re mine. He cannot have you outside the club.”

“I…I don’t…I wouldn’t…”

“My sweet lamb is a secret vixen,” Walter concludes as his big hands move toward your ass to grope you roughly. “How about you decide on what we do next at the club?”

“Me?”

“As long as our VIP guests like the show, you can tell us how to fuck you,” he grins before kissing you again. “Think about it…”

“A pink room,” August throws a tantrum. He reminds you of an angry child as he paces back and forth in the dining room. “What will you do for her next?”

Walter remains silent. He simply watches his brother throw insults at him. “I thought about a reading nook at my office. She could read there, while I fuck her.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at Walter’s words. He describes how he’d fuck you from behind while you read to him. Walter is shameless.

“Did you even listen to me?” August growls.

“I told you to stay the fuck out of my business,” Walter waves his brother’s words off. “We should talk about the show we want to put up for the VIPs. I want my little lamb to choose.”

“You want her to…” August pants heavily. “You lost your damn mind, brother! Are you insane? You cannot let her decide! We will fuck her ass and cunt and double-team her again.”

“We will discuss this later,” Walter angrily glares at his brother. He pats his thigh, waiting for you to sit in his lap. “I want my lamb to enjoy herself. If she comes with us inside of her, they will go crazy.”

August sits back down and crosses his arms over his chest. He watches you crawl in his brother’s lap with angry eyes.

“You’ll come so hard for us,” Marshal murmurs to lure you into sleep. You sigh and rest your tired head against his shoulder. He pats your head. “Right, little lamb.”

Sighing deeply August gets up from his seat to walk toward you. “I told you to call her by her name. She’s not some pet. Her name is Y/N.”

You flutter your eyes open to watch August stare at you in his brother’s arms. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous you like me more.” Walter narrows his eyes at his brother. “He knows that you’re mine, though.”

“I only want you to treat her like a person!”

“Says the man who wanted to let our guests use her,” Walter bites back. “I protected her from you and all the vultures at the club. She’s my sweet lamb, and I call her whatever I want to. We are still in the honeymoon phase and pet names are cute.”

“Does she call you sweet bear or shit too?” August tries to rile his brother up to make him snap. “Does she?”

You murmur Walter’s name, half asleep. It’s all you can do to calm him.

Walter is all you have left in this world. Your husband is dead, and all that’s waiting outside these walls is pain, sorrow, and debts. You desperately latch onto his attention and the sliver of hope he gives you. False hope.   

August doesn’t stop. He’s determined to make his brother snap. “She moaned the loudest when I was inside of her,” he smirks darkly when you hide your face in his brother’s chest. “Aw, don’t go all shy on me. You were all too eager to suck me off.”

“August,” Walter snarls his brother’s name. A warning to not cross a line.

“Do you have a problem, brother? If so, why did you share your sweet lamb with me?” August won’t stop. He loves to twist the knife if he gets the chance. “Why did you let me ruin her ass?”

“Because you wouldn’t stop annoying me. You shared your bitch with me and wanted me to pay you back. If you do not stop, you’ll never touch her again!”

August snorts. “You will let me have a taste whenever we are at the club.” He puts his hand on your ass and squeezes hard. “Right, baby. You will let your Auggie fuck you good and deep. Maybe I’ll breed your cunt next time too.”

You squirm in Walter’s lap. August’s words go straight to your lower half, and you can't fight the wetness slowly coating your panties.

“There you go, Y/N,” August coos. “I bet that pretty pussy can’t wait to get bred.” He cups your ass with both hands. “I let them all have a look at your cum-leaking cunt next time.”

“Breeding bench,” Walter growls. His chest rumbles, and you squirm even harder to rub your aching sex against the growing bulge in his pants. “We will bring one to the VIP area and give them all a good show…”

Part 7

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[luvrodite]

a parent's fear (679)

cw: gn!reader, reader cuts their hair but no detail is given beyond that of texture/previous length, childhood friends jason + reader sfw but minors and/or ageless blogs please do not interact with my blog!

You come home one afternoon after school beaming, 13 years old and sporting a shorn head of hair that makes your mother scream when she opens the door. It is, you'll think in the years to come, following this moment that her opinion of Jason is irreparably altered.

You don't understand what the big deal is, taking in your younger siblings' gaping mouths with a smug smile, tossing your (consequently, significantly lighter) head to bare the evidence. It seems to you, at such an age, your own personal revolution to do something like this. A taking back of what your parents had claimed part of their domain.

Mostly, it's a thrill that you had not done it alone.

On the other side of Gotham, Bruce Wayne brings a weary hand to scrub at his face. His 12 year old son stands in front of him with a sheepish expression, gap in his smile where he'd lost a baby tooth only a week earlier and the aftermath of a clumsy hand and some craft scissors stolen from the art room.

"Jay..." he sighs.

"What?" the little terror in front of him questions, adopting an innocent, blank expression he recalls having seen many a time on the face of his eldest, now a city away and none the wiser but likely encouraging of what mischief he's influenced. "Saves us a trip to the barber!"

Alfred Pennyworth, standing beside a bust he'd contemplated not wiping down before the newest addition to their household had walked in, quirks a brow. "I cut your hair, Master Jason."

Bruce buries his head in his hands. His shoulder twinges as he does, a memento from the night prior when, in pursuit of a truck carrying stolen weapons to be delivered to the Penguin's doorstep, he'd taken too sharp a turn in the car and slammed into the door.

"We'll obviously have to call your friend's parents," he sighs. "I can't imagine they'll be pleased with their child coming home in such a state. What were you thinking, Jason?"

He shrugs. "I was making friends, B. It's just hair."

He sighs once more.

"Let them know we'll compensate them for the damage, Alf, please."

Your parents do not accept a cent of Bruce Wayne's money. They do, however, extend an invitation to meet the man whose son had spurred this behaviour. Your mother is unamused when Jason walks through the door with his matching haircut, but the frigidity in the air lessens somewhat. That at least, you had done some damage of your own.

The two of you cut a silly picture at the dining table, sitting side by side. Even then, acne marked and awkward, you cannot contain your smile.

Someone takes a photo of this moment. Your father maybe – he'd begun an interest in photography, had bought a cheap film camera that he never strayed too far from. Bruce, at the end of the table, smothers a smile with his hand, coughing when he makes eye contact with your mother and offering a commiserating head shake he thinks she can tell is only half sincere.

A copy of the photo makes its way onto Bruce's desk and he has it framed.

When Jason dies, rather than turn it face down, he does not enter that room. But there it stays, untouched, a moment from the golden years caught in time.

When his baby returns, grave dirt beneath his nails and a deep hurt simmering in his veins, looking at Bruce like he is someone he no longer knows, he thinks of that day. Remembers that there had once been a light in Jason's eyes, traces over where the lost tooth had eventually been replaced, baby fat shed to reveal gaunt cheeks. So far from the son he'd lost.

But then, for a moment – there. Green gives way to blue and he remembers the ringing laughter that had echoed through the halls of his empty home.

Not lost. Not yet.

Close, though.

He takes a breath. His fingers tighten around grey steel –

He throws the batarang.

hm. this was just meant to be a blurb about jason and childhood friend reader being silly but somehow it became this. something about bruce not wanting his child, even if it will tear him from him irreparably so, to cross that line. to preserve a fiction of innocence that jason lost long ago. i don't know. he loves his baby, even if they don't understand each other.

[flareovium]

Can I request a Selena (PGR) with a former Commandant of Babylonia who deserted after they were accused of working with the Ascendants. They become the new host of the Punishing Virus, but instead of destroying, they sought to use it to protect life.

.。o○ WHAT IF: Babylonia abandoned skk after they (allegedly) came into contact with an Ascendant? (feat. Selena)

note: keep in mind that while some aspects are taken from canon story, a lot of this is just me freestyling it, especially since selena's chapter isn't out yet.

more under the cut!

When Ishmael turned back time to restore everything to how they 'originally' were, there appears to be a slight miscalculation from her carefully thought out plan.

Something went wrong.

Selena could tell that there was something different in the world, and she sought out to find out what it was. The change felt minor, and with everyone forgetting who she was, Selena could only march on with hope for the future.

For years, she had remained in the background, silently watching— Observing as the world continued to turn and change before her eyes. Everything seemed normal up until the point where the world suddenly shifting, rewinding to some time ago.

Thus, she began to wander again, much like a knight who worked for no one but herself, searching for that needle in the haystack that had altered the events of this timeline.

Eventually, she was met face to face with a familiar figure.

She herself had never met this person. She's only ever observed or heard stories about them, how crowds would speak of them like some legendary hero in a storybook.

"They saved my life!" many would claim.

"Humanity's only hope!" others would say.

It seemed that wherever they went, only good things would follow by mentioning their heroic deeds, sparking hope across all creatures— human or construct alike.

Commandant [name].

Only, they didn't look ANYTHING like how Selena would've imagined a legendary fairytale hero.

No, this version of [name] looked as if they were melting down into the purest 'form' of the punishing virus— like they had assimilated it into their human body, becoming its host.

The 'commandant' was found in an area with an extremely high PV concentration. However, this area...

It was a paradise full of life. There were plants of many types growing in full bloom. Selena saw all sorts of trees, flowers, vegetation sprouting healthily from the ground– even her favorite irises. Critters and animals alike were prancing around freely, as if scared to go beyond the safe 'borders' which lead out to the wasteland.

This place seemed like a safe haven; A true safe eden that many could only dream of, hidden away by some weird trick of the eye that any normal human would miss easily, like a desert mirage. A little corner of earth, somehow untouched by the punishing virus.

But the Commandant stuck out like a sore thumb in the scenery. [Name] looked bitter, as if the brautiful colors of life had been drained out of their eyes.

"...Commandant [name]?" Selena was almost afraid to ask, only doing so out of curiosity.

A strange, almost hurt look flashed in their eyes.

Sighing heavily, the former Commandant narrowed their eyes. "...Please don't refer to me as 'Commandant.' If you're here to battle, I suggest you leave."

But there was a nagging thought in the back of their head.

Who was this construct, and why does she feel so familiar? Hell, why does she seem to know them?

Selena simply smiled. The gentle aura from her radiance convinced [name] that she wasn't here to harm the life that they had tried so hard to preserve and protect. In fact, [name] strangely hasn't felt this peaceful since they got deserted by Babylonia.

"I'm sorry, it seems I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Selena, or as someone once loved to call me..."

"...a wandering Iris."

[worksby-d]

A Great Mentor: Keeper

A One Shot

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Request: “I was thinking about a little blurb of Andy and reader dating for like a year (long enough for them to have said I love you) and they’re just reminiscing together one day and he cheekily asks reader what was the moment she knew he was ‘a keeper’”

Warnings: Age gap, allusion to past abortion, multiple flashbacks that I hope are easy to follow along (I love a good flashback with this couple, SUE ME)

Word count: ~2,100

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The baseball game on the TV is background noise for you as you focus on the textbook in your lap. You’ve told Andy multiple times he could turn the volume up, not knowing how he’s following what’s going on if he can’t hear it. But he claims he’s fine, wanting you to be able to concentrate on studying. 

A lot of the weekends he visits are spent like this – Quiet afternoons in your apartment, Andy keeping you company while you do school work. He doesn’t mind though. Neither of you do, just happy to be spending time together in person. It sure beats the hours-long phone calls you have to settle for throughout the week.

You can feel him staring at you and you know he has something to say when he rests a hand on your legs that are in his lap. But you don’t entertain him. 

“Can I ask you something?” There’s a bit of amusement in his voice. “When did you…” He pauses as if he’s looking for the word he wants to use. “...Know?”

Rolling your eyes, you finally look up at him, laughing a little. “Know what?”

“That you liked me enough to be with me this long.”

“Oh,” you hum, teasing him. “When I knew you were a keeper?”

“I guess, yeah.” He drops his head, hiding his awkward smile from you. “Didn’t know how to say that without sounding like a lovesick teenage boy.”

Closing your textbook, you shrug thinking about it. “I think there were a lot of moments that all added up.” 

He gives you a look, kind of cocky, but intrigued. “Go on.”

“Starting all the way back when I wasn’t supposed to be falling for you.” You shoot him a playful glare. He’ll never understand how impossible he made it to not fall for him. “Like… That time you asked me to come over and I assumed it was for a hookup, but you just wanted someone to talk to.”

˗ˏˋ You would have denied it if you were asked, but you looked forward to his texts asking you to come over. It had only been a couple weeks of… whatever you'd call the arrangement between the two of you, but something about him was intoxicating, addicting, and you quickly grew to look forward to the evenings you could spend with him. 

That day his text came earlier than usual, but you figured he maybe got off of work early. When you got to his house though, you found him in his home office, still with work scattered around him. 

“Hey,” you spoke up softly to get his attention. 

“Hey you,” he grinned, but didn’t look up from his computer. 

He wasn’t giving you much to work with. You cocked your head watching him continue to work on whatever you walked in on. 

“So,” you hummed. “What’s up?”

“Just having the longest day ever,” he scoffed softly. Finally looking up at you, he saw the bemused look on your face. “What?”

“Well, do you need me to….” You were willing to offer anything really, but not say it out loud, hoping he’d fill in the blank for you.

“No, I don’t need you to do anything,” he shook his head, equally confused. “Wait, what did my text say?”

“Uh,” you chuckled. “Come over. Question mark. Same as always.”

You held your fingers up as air quotes as you said it and he mouthed a silent ‘Oh.’

“No, I’ve just had the day from hell and my first thought was just asking you to come over to…” He shrugged, not sure what he was thinking really, but he for once wasn’t alluding to sex is all he knew. 

“So you just want me to….”

“Keep me company… Hang out… Chill...” He kept looking for words and winced at the smirk you were failing to suppress. 

“Don’t hurt yourself trying to sound younger,” you teased, saving him from any more attempts at finding the word someone your age would use. “I got it.”

“I’m really sorry.” He didn’t know why he assumed you’d want to “hang out” with him. “I should have just said that instead of my usual text.”

“No, it’s okay.” You looked around the room and took a few steps back to get comfortable on the sofa across from his desk. “I like just talking to you.”

You weren’t lying. Over those couple weeks, you got to… kind of know him. It was surface level, but enough to find out how funny and kind he was. You were right on the precipice of getting to know each other deeper. You could feel it, no matter how much you tried to reject the thought.

“Right on,” he smiled. 

It felt good to know he enjoyed your presence all the time, not only when you were in his bed. ˎˊ˗

“I was kind of an ass,” he laughs, shaking his head thinking back to it. “Ordering you to come over like that.”

“Hey, I didn’t see it like that.” You nudge him with your knee to get him to look at you. “I would have said ‘no’ if I didn’t want to see you.”

He raises a skeptical eyebrow at you. “You never said ‘no’...”

“What’s not clicking?” You giggle. “I always wanted to see you.”

“Whatever.” 

You miss the way he rolls his eyes as you take a careful pause before recalling another moment.

“There was also you not swearing me out of your life after…”

Your voice trails off, but you both know what you’re talking about. You don’t have to say it, you don’t like saying it. 

˗ˏˋ You broke down once you got back to his place after it was over, partly from the pain that was setting in and partly from feeling like you did something wrong. 

Barely making it through the door, he held you as you cried in his entryway.

He told you everything was going to be okay and you couldn’t fathom why he was being so nice, but you sure as hell weren’t going to risk anything by questioning it. 

Once you had no tears left, he insisted on letting you sleep in his bedroom so you’d be comfortable. 

“What about you?” You sniffled as he walked you upstairs. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he chuckled, knowing he was too worried about you to get any sleep anyway. 

While you tried to get comfortable in bed, he was asking what you needed and got everything he could think of – Painkillers, a heating pad, water. 

“Yell for me if you need anything else, okay? Or text me if that’s easier.”

You just nodded and he knew you wanted to be alone. 

“Andy,” you said softly, voice cracking, before he could shut the door behind him as he walked out.

When he turned back to you, his eyes said it again. “Stop apologizing.”

He didn’t say those words so many times over the previous days because he was upset with you or wanted to shut you up, but because he genuinely wanted you to know you had nothing to be apologizing for. 

Neither of you actually said anything, just the look you shared felt like closure at the time. Where you kept expecting to see anger, you continuously saw the look of someone who really cared about you, giving you enough comfort to drift into a light sleep that night. ˎˊ˗

You avoid the sympathetic look that you know he can’t help. You don’t need it. 

“I never would have,” he reminds you. 

Offering a small smile, you do look back to him. “I know that.”

There’s a silence before you take it upon yourself to lighten the mood. 

“Do you remember our first date?” You smirk. “I made you help me pick out my outfit.”

˗ˏˋ He wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you for dinner, so you showed up to his place with multiple outfit options.

And after not seeing each other in person for three months, you needed a way to break the ice anyway.

“Help me pick what to wear?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

You didn’t really give him an option though, finding yourself falling back into being comfortable with him like no time had passed. You gently grabbed his arm and started to walk upstairs, hoping he’d just follow you. 

He shook his head as you laid out different pieces of clothes on his bed. 

“It’s just dinner…” 

He looked amused when you scoffed at him. 

“You’re such a man. There’s different vibes at different restaurants and since you won’t tell me which one we’re going to…”

“Different ‘vibes’?” 

“You’re killing me,” you laughed. He was clueless. “Just pick something.”

He held his hands up in defense, pointing at his pick. He just hoped he got the ‘vibes’ right, whatever that meant.

When you met him back downstairs after getting ready, he was sitting on his laptop at the kitchen counter. 

“Oh, if you’re busy–” 

“No, oh God, no,” he stuttered, feeling bad that’s what you immediately assumed. “I was just trying to pass time with work instead of the nervous pacing I was doing.” 

Hearing him say he was nervous was funny. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

“It’s just me,” you smiled. “No reason to be nervous.”

“That’s every reason to be nervous,” he chuckled before quickly changing the subject. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks…” The butterflies were going crazy in your stomach as he held out his hand for you. You took it, winking at him. “You don’t look too bad yourself Mr. Barber.” ˎˊ˗

There's an amused look on your face as that evening flashes through your mind. “That was definitely one of the moments.”

His face falls in a look of faux offense. “Seeing me nervous?” 

“It was cute,” you tease. “And then I guess our second date was it for me. I think I finally let myself come to terms with the fact I had it bad for you.”

˗ˏˋ Everything was so easy with him.

You didn’t think anything of it as one thing led to another when you got back to his place after dinner. Making out on his couch turned into you straddling his lap as his hands softly roamed your back.

You felt your sweater ride up and the brush of Andy’s fingertips against your skin. 

The accidental contact brought you out of your pleasure-filled haze, goosebumps covering your exposed skin. 

“Wait,” you murmured against his lips, pulling away slightly to catch your breath. “I’m not– I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

You shook your head, resting your forehead against his. You didn’t want to lead him on like you felt you did a few weeks prior. 

“I’m sorry–” He instinctively pulled your sweater back down, noticing where his hand was. “I wasn’t trying to… Wasn’t trying to take it any further than this.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, dropping your face to hide against his shoulder. You felt bad for assuming he was trying to push you to do anything. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he assured.

You carefully moved off of him to sit beside him instead, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Are you hungry?” He wasn’t going to allow an uncomfortable silence. “I still have those cookies that we didn’t make the last time you were here.”

Cracking a smile is the last thing you expected to do in that moment, but he got you to do it. ˎˊ˗

“You changed the subject to making cookies so I wouldn’t dwell on it,” you pout, thinking back to it. 

He’s a little caught off guard finding out that meant so much to you. 

“That was just me respecting whatever emotions you were going through at the time…” 

“I know,” you laugh a little. “But I’m 99 percent sure any guy I was with before you would have tried talking me into feeling ready by then.”

“I never even would have thought to do that.”

“‘Cause you’re a good guy, Andy,” you tell him seriously before taking on a more teasing tone. “And I can’t believe I bagged you.”

He shakes his head. “The bar is on the floor for us guys, huh?” 

“Yeah, it is,” you laugh, finally sitting up so you can kiss his cheek and look in his eyes. “But you exceed the bar, I promise. I’ve only fallen more and more in love with you every day since then.”

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[ca-suffit]

sorry how long this is, but this fandom is pissing me off so much and I need to rant a little before I explode lol.

-- madeleine (nonchalantly) says of sleeping with a literal nazi, "I was inviting a frightened boy to cradle my tits," and then when louis turns her we see this as a pleasant memory, and I'm supposed to believe someone who could take pity on a nazi (even if he "wasn't dedicated to the cause") and remember him fondly isn't going to be racist? so I'm the weird one for finding claudeine to be a gross ship and being exasperated by seeing edits of them flood my dash? and every time I talk about this on ANY platform, I mostly get ignored and the few people who do interact w my posts are denying it and saying she had to do it to survive, as if she didn't also literally say she grew up rich like 30 seconds prior.

-- a decent chunk of the anti lestat crowd insists he participated in the trial as an act of revenge and can't say his name w/o talking about how they hate him (bc his racism + abuse), and these are the same people going apeshit over ben daniels saying that santiago was gay and in love with armand, as if he isn't one of the most antiblack characters we've met on the show bc he was quite literally eager to put on the trial solely bc he hated louis for falling asleep during one of his performances. and don't get me started on his monologue about claudia's ashes. and yet ppl are excitedly eating ben's interview up. 🙄

-- the narrative literally showing us that lestat has changed since the attempted murder (going off script on the trial in defense of louis & claudia, taking accountability for his abuse, staying silent about the fact that he was the one to save louis & letting him leave w armand when we know how terrifying being alone is for lestat, spending decades living in that shack and eating rats to punish himself vs the hedonistic & decadent lifestyle we saw him living in s1) and the anti lestat crowd claiming this is just him being manipulative and are furious that the writers had louis forgive him. like normally I agree that it's in very poor taste to paint an abuser as sympathetic, but the thing about this show is that these characters are immortal and have all the time in the world to change. like this isn't the writers sweeping it under the rug, they're explicitly acknowledging how horrific lestat's behavior was and there are literally canon glimpses showing us that lestat has become a better person (and I'm sure this will be fleshed out more next season as we'll get his pov) and, like, isn't it a good thing to see an abusive character realize the error of their ways and alter their behavior and become better????? like it's fair to not want to see that, but this is the wrong show to be watching if you can't handle seeing abusers change their ways & being forgiven by the people they've hurt (especially since it's pretty much confirmed armand/daniel is going to happen at some point and given I'm sure they'll be circling around each other, I feel confident that louis will eventually forgive armand too)

ur fine, u can rant! I have a lot in my inbox but I try to get to it all eventually in whatever way.

idk how much u wanted me to comment on anything or not, but I'm gonna add comments and u do whatever u want with it.

a) ur never going to have an easy time criticizing a white woman in fandom. it reflects too much of what fandom is usually made up of and ppl will usually tell u it's misogyny to judge these characters if u ever try (most of the time it's not, but that's a convenient excuse to shut down convos).

the show intentionally makes everyone do p questionable shit, especially the white characters. it doesn't tell u how to feel about it, that's up to u. that makes ppl uncomfortable. it goes further too when it is someone like madeleine, who is otherwise seen in positive ways. it's reflective of real life and that's what scares ppl the most. nobody ever fits in a box of only "good" or "bad." a lot of what the book for IWTV asks too is what defines that anyways? and S1 also said "are we the sum of our worst moments?" so it is constantly asking u that and it is for u to decide and reflect on.

b) white, gay stuff is also gonna be popular in fandoms. ben daniels is also gay irl and his husband just died so there's crossover from that to praising his character bcuz ppl feel sympathy for him. I also think ppl detach more from his actions bcuz he's not romantically linked to the characters he's torturing. ppl also just honestly dgaf about antiblackness anyways so for most ppl it's easy to overlook. which is how we get posts like this.

I mean, u can also like whatever characters u like for any reason. some ppl like characters not bcuz they support what they do, but bcuz they're just enjoyable to watch in performance or connection to the plot or whatever. I think examining santiago after what ben said about his performance is something ppl should be able to do, and again it circles back to the stuff I wrote for madeleine. where does ur (general u) discomfort lie and why? as u said, if it's ppl who dislike lestat then it's worth looking at that too, why are the characters different then?

c) there's sort of 2 things happening for this part. the first is that 2x8 did have pacing issues, for whatever reasons. a lot of ppl felt like it flattened the plot and characters for the sake of making lestat look the best (over armand) and rly shoving it in out of nowhere. the second part is what u said about the themes. I've always figured they were going to explore forgiveness and personal growth, but I also know it isn't going to be easy for ppl to follow. hopefully the full seasons coming do a better job of this but for 2x8 there were a lot of reasons ppl felt crazy about the way it was shown to us. I also agree that other characters will have these journeys with each other too. it was just such a sharp turn for S2 to end on highlighting the white character we've otherwise seen as being p horrible and suddenly saying "it's the brown character who rly did the worst!" I don't think they intended to come across like that but it's how it landed for a lot of ppl. it doesn't mean ppl have an issue with the concept of forgiveness and stuff otherwise. we'll have to see how it goes. but ya there's 2 things going on there for this rn.

[fayewoodss]

Yeah it really really really sucks and is disheartening. At that point it seems there’s no saving them when they’d rather people be hurt than admit dream is innocent. Then they parade like they’re the moralest of them all. Like give me a fucking break you people just want someone to hate so you choose the guy that went through tons of shit just to disprove allegations

Exactly.

And even beyond Dream, this entire mindset and agenda they push is incredibly dangerous with how black and white it is, which sets forward a terrifying precedent for how Gen Z and younger engage in any kind of socialization. You are either wholly good and pure with no wrongdoings, or you are the definition of evil. There are people who genuinely do horrible, inexcusable things that may not be able to grow and rehabilitate beyond their actions, but the majority of people on this planet are not that. Everyone fucks up. It's better for us to allow people to make mistakes, take accountability, and learn to become a better person from it rather than shun and shame them for their actions as if they could never change. And when information about a situation or a person comes out to be false or exaggerated, if we initially believe it, we need to learn to accept objective truths, take accountability for our own possible involvement in misinformation, and learn that nearly every situation presented to us is far more complex than the internet makes it to be. If we genuinely operated with more empathy and understanding of each other, whether that be our friends or "enemies," then a lot of social issues would be much easier to comprehend and find common ground on, which would lead to easier and better solutions that we could mostly/all agree on.

Though I must admit I am not feeling empathetic at the moment for bad faith actors that continue a pattern of slander and bias.

People don't have to like Dream. I have plenty of friends that don't like him, but they are capable of acknowledging the smear campaign against him and recognizing how many of the "reason" to hate him are not real reasons at all.

Another example of this growing problem, prior to the Dream situation, commentary YouTuber Louis McClung went on a smear campaign against other commentary YouTuber Dankyjabo, making outrageous claims of misogyny and sexual abuse with no evidence other than he worked for imAllexx nearly a year ago. Louis continued to defend these lies through two videos and a two hour livestream before he finally apologized, only to turn around and do the exact same thing to Dream, pulling out the whole "he disproved everything but you never know, he still could've done something" shtick. Constant implications of wrongdoing even after proven innocence. People are calling Louis out on it in his comments and making videos on the issue, and most everyone is urgning him to fix his mistake and grow. It isn't just blind, vile hatred. Unfortunately, he has not apologized or taken accountability, but that shows the difference of people who allow others to make mistakes and grow versus people who think you can only ever be a good person or else.

People don't allow Dream, and people like him, to make mistakes. They don't allow him to grow from it. They see their constant hatred as some form of "moral cleansing" when all it actually does is create less empathy, less understanding, and less individual thought.

[yuseirra]

The more I think about Ai.. She's someone who's always tried her best in the situation she was in despite how broken she was. She was such a hardworker, and she's always meant well.. She ended up having children in the midst of having tried to console her boyfriend who was younger, who was suffering intensely and wished to be loved(and he thought giving himself away was the only means for him to be loved because the messed-up environment he was in) it wasn't planned for the both of them, but she tried to make the best of it from her point of view. She tried to lift her boyfriend(who was the first person she's really wanted to love- and cared for very dearly)of the burden and decided to take everything on herself. She tried her best being a mother, you can see her always hugging her children when she's back home or swooning about how cute and smart they are. What's made me really sad in the first volume was her telling her children she wasn't a very good mother but that she still believes that it was fortunate of her to have given birth to them, her heart is in the right place.. You can feel the love seeping out of those words. She could have been inexperienced, but I could tell she really did care about her kids.

The reason she kept smiling and kept up a very strong persona was because everyone around her loved it. She mentions in the first volume when ichigo talks about the dome, she pretends to be happy because everyone is. She's a very caring person, just.. really hurt and awkward from reasons that I don't think is entirely her fault. She's pretty keen on how other people perceive her as well, so she was pretty self-conscious on how she's been perceived by her companions too.. They didn't always treat her well(they are all teens, to be fair) But she tried to love them in the ways she could.

Ai didn't think she knew love, and was always worried about how genuine it'd be when she laid it out, but she WAS a very loving person all her life.

Other than her "love" I think her most significant trait is that she never gave up. She actually saved her boyfriend from an abuser while she was only a teenager herself. She became an idol and worked vigorously to reach the top. She raised her children with care and they grew up to be talented. She tried to figure what love is and it did come true. And now we even find that she's NEVER given up on her boyfriend and was always concerned about his sake. The song idol screams DETERMINATION. Ai isn't perfect, but she always had that drive to claim and get what she wanted.

So I think she'll be able to make her wishes come true. She's a literal "star" and I actually think stars may have some godly powers in this comic. I reread parts of it recently, and it seems like Ruby and Kamiki has something up with them that lets them get what they want or change the situation they're in with some bizarre powers they have. For example, Goro's body was discovered IMMEDIATELY as Ruby wished to meet him again. Her career suddenly starts to thrive when she sets her heart into it(and Ruby herself literally SAYS she must be favored by the gods when Aqua confronts about how cruel she's become in order to reach the top). What kamiki says to people seemed to lead to disasters he himself could not really predict, but it did end up making the people who made him suffer in some way, suffer back in return like some sort of monkey's paw. I think those two have some sort of powers or is favored by the gods.. And Ai herself was mentioned to be favored by the entertainment god too, that was something that was brought up really early in the series. I wonder about Aqua but he's the main protag and it wouldn't make the story feel so convincing if he utilized those sort of powers to get things turn to his favor. I'm digressing a bit but I feel like the star eyes have to do with the gods and appear in those whom they favor or something.. And that there are at least two different ones, white and black that grant the user different effects :/ the one kamiki has in that case is probably really capricious and powerful as that.

Back to Ai, I think she also has it in her to make her wishes come true in the end. I believe that her efforts won't be futile, she'll end up protecting everyone she cares about, and like what Tsukuyomi's said.. She may be always watching them as a "star". Stars are important in this story. It'd be interesting if the job "star" and the "stars" in the sky actually have some connection to another. It'd be clever in my opinion.

Since we now know what her wish is (there's one more video she's left to Ruby and I'm speculating that it has to do with the love she had towards her fans-that'd tie so well with her song IDOL), I'd like to see what resolution it'll have. I want to support and root for her because she's a hardworker. A true idol!