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earthtooz · 2 years ago

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𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗣

in which: there always seems to be a mistletoe above your head whenever todoroki's around...

warnings: 4k+ words, fluff, swearing, kissing, jokes of k*lling someone bc bakugou is there, bad writing :/

a/n: welcome to the first day of my xmas event! ofc bc todoroki is my ULTIMATE bias ☝️ i just needed to start off with him. enjoy!

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

“You idiot! I’ll kill you!”

You stand idly by on the porch of Class A’s dorms, pitifully watching Kaminari getting chased by Bakugou, who has clear murderous intent for the electric boy as sparks erupt threateningly from his palms. The squeals and screams from both blonds have attracted a crowd of students, noting the way that Jirou and Sero both cackle with delight, their laughter from inside the dorm audible where they watch from the window, and Mina looks proud of herself standing beside you.

As the snow fell and temperatures began to drop, it indicated the beginning of the Christmas season. Meaning, Mina thought it would be a good idea to put up mistletoes where people least expect it around the dorms, and poor Kaminari was stuck with kissing Bakugou as his first victim. You watched in amusement and horror as the yellow-haired swiftly pecked Bakugou’s cheek before running away, and now, he was stuck in a never-ending chase until his head is blown off.

“Is this a good idea?” You ask the acid user, concern lacing your expression.

“Oh absolutely! It’ll bring some excitement to our holiday season!” She responds. “Kaminari just got the short straw having to kiss Bakugou first! He won’t be the only one though, I guarantee it.”

You huff. “This is cruel.”

“I don’t think you’ll feel that way when I set you up with a certain boy,” she winks, causing you to choke on nothing, sputtering at her antics as you try to rack some sort of reply in your mind.

You regretted telling Mina about your crush on a certain classmate, and before you could stop her, her expression shows that she’s already setting something up, calculating a plan in that mind of hers

“C’mon, don’t do that to him, Mina. He wouldn’t want to kiss me,” you mutter, crossing your arms in defeat, a frown gracing your lips at your own misfortune. Just as Mina opens her mouth to deny your claim, a voice pops up behind you that almost sent you into cardiac arrest.

“Who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

“Hey Todoroki,” Mina greets, poking you in your ribs. “What’s up?”

“Dinner’s ready, I came to get you guys but it looks like Bakugou and Kaminari are busy, huh?”

“Busy trying to make a crime scene? Yeah, you could say that,” you quip sarcastically, trying to recover from your embarrassment of Todoroki almost discovering that you’d like to kiss him. On queue, Bakugou yells out a ferocious ‘die!’, paired with an explosion and Kaminari screaming. “We were waiting for Bakugou to calm down but I don’t think he will any time soon.”

Todoroki chuckles at your statement. “You’re right. What are they fighting about?”

“I hung up some mistletoes around the dorms and Denki had to kiss Bakugou. You can imagine how that went,” Mina looks proud of herself, despite the chaos that she’s responsible for. Kaminari has probably fit in a weeks worth of cardio training at this point, Bakugou too.

“Like, on the lips?”

“No, just on the cheek.”

“And he got that mad?”

“Well, he’s always that mad,” you retort. Both your classmates agree with you. You finally step in when the explosive blond grabs Denki by the collar, effectively giving him whiplash before raising his heated palms to his friend’s face. “Bakugou, let Kaminari go already!”

“Hah?” Bakugou exclaims, his raspy voice echoing throughout the open space of your dorm’s garden as he lowers Denki to sag on the floor. “You wanna die?”

“It’s dinner time, twat,” you retort. “Can you continue your plans of murdering Denki after dinner?”

He growls, dropping your classmate into the snow before stomping over to the dorm entrance but not without sending you the stink eye.

As he pushes past, Kaminari stumbles into your arms, sagging in relief as you struggle to hold up all of his body weight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he cries repetitively. Were those tears in his eyes?

“You’re welcome… everything okay?”

“I thought I was about to be sent 6 feet underground.”

Todoroki grabs the electric hero by both his arms and helps him stand upright from where you were struggling to hold him. There’s a little more force required in the way that he picks up Kaminari, and you’re almost shocked by how smoothly he does so. “It’s dinner time, you should go get some food.”

If you looked a little closer, you would be able to see the presence of jealousy lingering in his eyes.

“You’re the man, Todoroki!” Your classmate sobs before leaning on Mina’s shoulder, actually breaking into tears this time. He’s chanting things that you can’t decipher, the pair leaving you and Todoroki alone outside.

The wind picks up, sending a chill down your spine as you tug on the sleeves of your sweater. “Let’s go inside too, I’m freezing.”

A hand on your wrist stops your advances and you turn around to meet Todoroki’s eyes, immediately becoming entranced in the grey and blue of his irises. The heat from his hand is enough to wither the cold that seeped into your bones. “What does Mina mean that she put mistletoes around the dorms?”

“Oh, she’s just hung them around the place. I don’t necessarily know why but I guess it’s a part of the festive spirit?”

“How many of them?”

“Well, it is Mina so my guess could be twenty to a thousand,” you murmur. “I don’t care to find out.”

Todoroki’s face is unchanging, but you feel like he’s scheming something. He always is in that brilliant mind of his, but you don’t enjoy the churning of your gut that tells you you’re going to be involved somehow. What business could he have with a mistletoe? Is he planning something on a classmate? Someone he’s interested in perhaps?

Thinking about it brings a frown to your face so you pull your hand out of Todoroki’s grasp and head back inside for a little relief from an unpleasant feeling that plagued your body; a sensation that didn’t exist solely because of the cold.

A few days later, Mina would strike, starting a series of fortunate, but also, very embarrassing events.

“Morning, Y/N!” Uraraka greets when you appear in the common area. Having just brushed your teeth and done your morning routine, you feel rejuvenated when greeting your friends. Asui pops her head over the couch at your entrance and waves.

“Good morning. How did you both sleep?” You ask, walking over to where she was sitting on the couches and jumping over the back to sit down.

“Great! Tsuyu and I are planning some things for the Christmas dorm party. Care to join us?”

“I’d love to, what’re you doing?”

The amphibian-like hero turns her laptop around so its screen was displayed at you. You take note of the decoration site that she was currently scrolling through. More specifically, the seemingly endless flow of plastic Christmas trees that this website provided.

“I thought we already had one?”

“We don’t, not until the boys broke and it ended up in flames,” Asui reminds you and you laugh at the memory of the poor Christmas tree you had last year. Somehow, Kirishima managed to push Denki to crash into it and then all the lights malfunctioned, burning the branches a little, but since the tree was near a lit fireplace, one thing turned into another and marked the end of Class A’s Christmas Party for second year. It definitely wasn’t funny at the time when Aizawa had to reprimand the lot of them, but it definitely is something to chuckle at now.

Core memories with Class A.

“I guess they did, huh?” You sigh. “To be fair, they can break the one this year because it’s our last Christmas celebration at U.A.”

“Don’t remind us!” Ochako slaps your shoulder quite firmly and you slip out a little ‘ouch’ from the impact. “I’m gonna cry again!”

“Please don’t cry,” the green-haired commands.

“Hey, I have an idea that we can do for the Christmas tree!” You pipe up, raising your pointer finger to the ceiling, mimicking an ‘eureka’ position. “We should order some Christmas balls and get art supplies so everyone in the class can customise one and put it on the tree!”

Both of them light up at your suggestion, nodding in agreement.

After a few more discussions over the logistics and decorations of the party, your stomach grumbles in protest, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten breakfast since getting up. Asui about sends you off to the kitchen, banning you from contributing any more until you’ve had food.

As you’re halfway through cutting some fruit for a bowl of cereal when a familiar, deep voice breaks the silence of the kitchen.

“Good morning, L/N.”

You almost jump from shock, tightening your grip on the knife before turning around to see who the perpetrator was.

“Oh, hello Todoroki! Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, slept in a little longer than I would have liked. Midoriya and Iida were supposed to wake me up to go for a run but they didn’t follow through with their promise,” he complains.

“To be fair, you sleep like a log,” you comment, turning around to resume cutting the fruits. The half-and-half takes his place by your side, watching you. Suddenly the knife handle feels slippery.

“I do not.”

“You do! We literally had a competition at training camp to see who could wake you up and it took seven people!”

He grunts, rubbing his eye. “No one comes between me and my slumber.”

You chuckle, letting silence engulf the atmosphere momentarily as you walk over to the pantry. You pretend to not see him snag a slice of banana, popping it in his mouth before you can miss it too much.

“What’re you gonna make for breakfast?”

“I might just boil some eggs and have miso soup.”

“That sounds good. Nice and warm for the morning.”

“I’m happy to share.”

You shake your head, rejecting his offer. “No, it’s okay thank you. I am going to make some barley tea though, would you like some of that?”

He nods and for the next few minutes, you both operate in silence, nothing but the sound of kitchen appliances operating filling the air. You pour four cups of tea, two for you and Todoroki, and two for the two classmates you were just talking to.

You leave the kettle out for everyone though and by the time you were done plating the add-ons to your cereal, Todoroki had heated up his miso soup and finished boiling his eggs.

“Would you like to eat together?” He asks, gesturing to the dining table near the kitchen counter.

Your heart flutters, flattered that Todoroki didn’t mind spending time with you one-on-one. It’s uncommon for him to spend time with another alone; whenever you see him he was always in at least a group of three or by himself in content solitude. Settling in seats beside each other, you both discuss weightless conversations with no depth behind them, but you adore his presence regardless, satisfied with any chance to spend some time with him.

As the food in your plates lessens to zero, you begrudgingly rise to end your conversation and put the dishes in the sink. After breakfast was when you had your morning stretching session before going into quirk and strength training, then you had to finish off your assignments because even though homework was the last thing you want to do, Present Mic is quite terrifying when he puts you on the spot during English lessons.

But, before you could walk away, a hand pulls at your shirt, capturing your attention.

Glancing at your classmate in confusion, he answers any questions you had by pointing to the ceiling, where, to your horror, hangs a beautifully innocent mistletoe that you know was not there before. Judging by the ripped edge of the tape- Sero’s tape- that held the mistletoe to the ceiling, you could tell that this was a recent scheme.

Todoroki then stands up assertively, pushing his chair out as he faces you and you find it hard to meet his gaze.

“I- We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it!” You exclaim, the words coming out as a jumble of nothing that he was somehow able to decipher.

He shakes his head in reassurance. “No, I’m okay with it. So, should I be expecting a kiss?”

You can’t think straight, you think you’re dreaming, is this a hallucination? Has your feelings finally gone off the rails that you’re imagining the way that Todoroki was ever-so-softly smiling down at you? He looks so joyful for the predicament that he’s stuck in. What if you ruin his plans? You thought he was scheming something with the mistletoes so someone in your class could kiss him, and said person was probably not you.

“We never speak of this again.”

Something within you whispers ‘fuck it’ before leaning in, cupping the left side of his jjaw to place a gentle and quick peck on his right cheek. If you were a little more aware, you would’ve seen the way he gleefully shut his eyes as a reflex to your close proximity.

When you part, you quickly swipe the dirty dishes before scrambling away, mind in scrambles.

His skin was so soft that you almost feel horrible for tarnishing it, but the memory was so euphoric that as you continued along with your day, it only got sweeter each time you replayed the moment. You just hope Todoroki forgets about what happened because you sure as hell can’t, the scribbles on your homework lay testament to that claim.

When you finally emerge from your room after slouching over your homework for five hours, it seems like whatever happened in the morning between you and Todoroki was out of mind, out of sight; the best option for your psyche.

Regardless, the memory keeps you up at night, often making you cringe as you bury your head into the pillow as if you were sealing the moment away into a coffin, locking it up and throwing it in the ocean of your forgotten, ‘here lies…’ recollections. The worst part is that your classmate doesn’t realise the inner turmoil he throws you in, acting as if nothing happened between the two of you whenever he smiles at you, or comes a little too close into your personal space, whispering jokes lowly into your ear. It’s outrageous how you have to sit there and pretend like everything is okay.

Eventually comes the time when all of the blank, white Christmas balls you ordered arrive at the door of Class A’s dorm, and no one in the class can contain their enthusiasm when ripping apart the package. Aizawa stands to the side, untroubled so long as the mess is cleaned up.

The art and craft materials are spread out along the clothed dining table, some glitter has already been spilled, there’s paint everywhere, and Jirou’s playlist pleasantly occupies the space alongside the excited chatter of your classmates. As you converse with Kirishima and Midoriya, often letting them get a glimpse of your artwork whilst enjoying the cookies that Sero baked for this occasion, you realise that everyone’s Christmas ball reflects a little of who they are.

Kirishima’s is red and beautifully glittery despite all the ferocious, strong idioms he’s written on the surface. Midoriya’s resembles the colour of All Might’s hero costume. If you look down the table, Mina’s has pink snowflakes, Aoyama has stars upon stars, and Hagakure’s has little drawings of her friends- their designs were just to name a few.

Those who finish immediately go to put up their decorations on the Christmas tree. With Bakugou going first and despite the speed that he finished his ball with, you cannot deny that it is intricate and well-crafted. Then, others start to follow him, and somehow, it’s just you and Todoroki left behind to finish up.

“Yours is nice,” he compliments, suddenly materialising in the seat beside you.

“Thank you!” You exclaim. “I’m really trying.”

“I can see.”

Glancing over to his work, you notice that it’s also split in a half-and-half, with white glitter on one side and red on the other. “Yours is really pretty,” you comment, reaching over the table to grab a gold star to put on your ball.

“Thank you. How much longer til you’ll be done?”

“I’m done now! Were you waiting for me?”

“Yeah, I would like to put our decorations on the tree together, is that okay?”

He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks. As always, you find yourself easily complying with his demands as he leads the way toward the Christmas tree that was already occupied with various Christmas balls and tinsel, topped with a gold star. You take the time to find a good place the last two decorations and despite how full it is, you find places right next each other.

“We look good beside each other,” Todoroki mindlessly comments and you splutter at his choice of words. Did he have to be that shameless? The clueless boy he act going on only made you more flustered at your own embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, we do,” you mutter, rubbing your neck.

Glancing up at the gold star, the corner of your eye catches onto a suspicious red and green thing. A part of your stomach churns in knowing before you can fully process what it is and when you do, a part of you wants to curse Mina for setting this up. She purposefully put it in a place that wasn’t visible from the doorway and would be slightly hidden so unsuspecting victims would fall into her trap.

What do you do? Do you point it out for your own selfish reason or do you avoid telling Todoroki? That’s not very festive of you but you couldn’t find it in you to care about tradition when-

A pair of soft lips meet your forehead, effectively shutting down your brain.

When Todoroki pulls away, cheeks slightly tinted pink, you are literally frozen to your spot. Pressing the off and on switch multiple times would not work, this time you needed rewiring and a new pair of batteries.

“I- uh, yeah- cool, thanks, uh, for that,” you fumble, letting the lingering touches of your classmate sink into your skin. You were fine, everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about. “Wow, you are beautiful- okay excuse me now, I will be going to my room and I will be staying there for the next three business days.”

Without giving him a chance to respond to your strange reaction, you turn on your feet and mechanically walk away. If you had paid a little more attention to your movements, you would have realised that you were walking same arm and leg, but it didn’t matter much because Todoroki just kissed your forehead and in the same moment, embedded himself into your system.

Then you made a fool out of yourself because you don’t know how to act around Todoroki.

The paint on your fingers linger mockingly, especially the red and white coating your skin because days later,you’re reminded of how quickly life can change, and similar to that a cruel joke; how quick your life changes because of some stupid plant that people attached a stupid tradition to.

It’s 6 pm or so and the Class A Christmas party is occurring in less than two hours. With all the decorations hung up and almost all the food ready, you found yourself sitting around the dining table with a bunch of classmates, playing several rounds of card games to kill time. There’s a teapot of steaming tea that Yaomomo made to the side, one that you reach over to occasionally to fill your cup again.

Everyone is laughing at Denki’s misfortune of drawing 16 the third time this round, adding to the unreasonable amount of cards in his hand, laughing even harder when he struggles to hold it all. Although some part of you should feel sympathy for him, there’s just something hilarious about the sight of poor Kaminari always drawing the short stick. You’ll apologise to him after the game.

Although, you don’t think that apology is going to happen, not when Todoroki calls out your name from where he was in the kitchen. Without even asking what he needed, you immediately jolt out of your chair and walk over, leaving your cards behind despite your close Uno win.

Uno was temporary, whatever Todoroki wanted was forever.

“You called?” You asked upon entering and the first thing that hit you was a delicious aroma that floated around the room. Then, the telltale sound of sizzling follows.

Glancing to the stovetop, there was a pan full of oil and the half-and-half hero stood in front of it, adorning an apron whilst holding an oil strainer. He brightens upon your entrance, fishing out three pieces of what looked like chicken karaage and your mouth waters at the sight alone.

“I did, I would like your opinion,” he informs, reaching over to his plate full of fried chicken whilst you close the distance between you, eyeing his dish curiously. He eagerly gestures it towards you.

Looking at him for his confirmation, you take a piece, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite with little hesitation, letting the pleasant mixture of salt and spices mix whilst the enjoying the crunch of the chicken. Wow, this was good.

��This is amazing!” You exclaim, mouth half-full with chicken and fried batter.

He seems relieved at your approval, and judging by the mess he made on the countertops, you’d say that Todoroki put quite a lot of effort in this dish for it to be bad. “This is my sister’s recipe; I tried my best to replicate it, but I wanted to make something for everyone tonight.”

“I had no idea you could cook! I’m genuinely stunned, I’m sure everyone will love it as well.”

“Thank you,” he offers you a gentle, but heartwarming smile that causes your stomach to flutter and your heart to sigh in content. Your tastebuds are in love too. “You should come over sometime to try the real thing. I’d love for you to meet my sister and brother.”

Your first instinct is to accept, as one does when going over to one’s house, but when you process the weight of his words, your mind erupts into a mash of concerns and delighted squeals. All that comes out of you is a muffled ‘I’d love to’- one of the better responses your mind could make up.

You note the way that his gaze flicker to your lips before quickly venturing back up to make eye contact once more. Suddenly, it’s getting harder to breathe, the atmosphere is heavy with intimate tension, and your heart is racing in anticipation because you’re certain he’s about to say something before-

“Hey guys! Something smells good in here, what’s-” Midoriya’s voice slices the air in half with an entrance that you don’t know whether to be grateful for or if you should strangle him. He then cuts himself off when he realises that he probably interrupted something, looking especially suspicious when his eyes gravitate towards the ceiling. “My bad! Sorry guys! I’ll take my leave now!” He squeaks before disappearing just as quickly as he came in.

“That’s weird, I wonder what he was talking about,” you begin, turning your head to look back at Todoroki before you find the air being sucked out of your lungs, being replaced by a pair of soft lips over your slightly dry ones.

Oh- wait, Todoroki was currently kissing you. This was nice. You feel like you’re floating despite how short-lived it is, because just as you melt into his warmth, he pulls away, hovering away slightly from your face, creating enough distance so he can scan your expression for any discomfort.

But your body moves on its own, causing you to jerk back from the half-and-half, brain racking to find something to say. ‘Thanks for the kiss. It was great but I’m not too sure if that was real or not’ or ‘I’m sorry you had to go through that’ are not appropriate options to say to someone after single-handedly creating the best moment of your life, so you choose an even better option; run.

You scramble out of the kitchen quickly enough, ignoring the surprise of your classmates that you run past at the dining table and trying even harder to ignore the footsteps that follow you from the kitchen to dorm’s entrance. Going outside into the expanse of endless snow and cold was your first option because you needed some remedy for what you were suffering through. Fresh, crisp air would aid the light-headedness you felt, and the frost could freeze the fire that was your face.

Although you were quick to escape, Todoroki is quicker in his chase, grabbing the door before you could close it, slipping outside into the cold with you before shutting the door close with a little more force than necessary.

“Why do you keep running away from me?” He asks, a hint of hurt in his otherwise steady tone. The only light source is from within the dorm, illuminating him in a deliciously warm glow that replicated that of an angel, making him appear even more out-of-reach than he already was.

Freaking out, you blurb out a: “Would you like the truth or would you like me to lie?”

In truth, your question was to stall the inevitable conversation you were going to have because you can’t find a way to lie from this. It was either the cold hard truth or… you run from Todoroki again but if there’s one thing to know about the half-and-half is that he’s persistent. Even if you flee from the face of the Earth, he’d venture into the solar system to find his answers.

Todoroki’s dual-coloured eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you inquisitively. He must think you’re the biggest fool on Earth- which, you are. “I would like the truth,” he answers slowly but surely.

You unknowingly inhale before confessing. “Please don’t hate me for this, but it’s cause I kinda like you a little too much?” You don’t look at him before continuing because if there’s one thing you aren’t brave against, it’s pretty boys with extraordinary pouts and puppy dog eyes. “This is literally so humiliating, but uh, you kinda like… intimidate me, and I don’t think you actually want to kiss me so I save myself the embarrassment and-”

“-You like me?”

“Well, obviously. You’re kinda perfect and it’s so unfair, I’ve never seen you with eyebags, or a single pimple, do you even have bad hair days? Plus you’re so talented and-”

“Perfect, you say?”

“Even the way you speak is per-” you cut yourself off before shifting your gaze upwards to look Todoroki in the eye. There’s mirth in his eyes, enhanced by the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You want to throttle him because of course, out of all the things you just confessed, he’d hang on to your admission of his perfection. “Don’t look at me like that, I actually hate you.”

“No you don’t, you like me a little too much,” he parrots.

You were actually going to lock him outside in the snow where little shits belong. Here you stand, pouring your heart out to him and he capitalises on your moment of weakness! Unbelievable.

Just as you turn around, Todoroki tugs on your sleeve, pulling you back. “Wait, don’t go,” he pleads. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist myself from having a little fun messing with you. I don’t mean to be cruel.”

“Well, you are, and I really don’t appreciate it,” you counter jokingly, huffing, watching the way your breath condenses before fading again. Now that the heat from your face had dissipated, the chill was getting to you and you’d really like to get back inside and hide from Todoroki for the rest of your life.

“I apologise sincerely,” his hand fishes through his pocket to look for something, pulling out something that you recognise all too well. “Will this make up for it?”

The half-and-half smiles at you shyly, unravelling the mistletoe he stuffed to become its true, expansive form. A part of you dies inside, the other cheers in victory as he raises it above your heads, the internal whoops and exclamations audible in your ear, but when you realise that there are a little too many voices, it causes you to turn around- only to see your friends gathered around a window, all looking at the two of you in excitement.

You laugh and Todoroki groans, and in the blink of an eye, a wall of ice materialises in front of your eyes, blocking you from the prying snoops that are your friends.

“It will absolutely make up for it,” you murmur, grabbing both of his cheeks to pull him in.

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liveyun · 2 years ago

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h a e g e u m | 01

banner by the lovely @archivededits ♡⁠˖

pairing. yoongi x female reader.

genre. mini series. crime au. angst. thriller(?). smut

w. (01) mentions of smoking, injuries, k*lling, corruption, injection (!!)

tags. @secfir

teaser | part 2

01. RED ALERT

She knew something was wrong when she looked at him in the CCTV footage frame by mind numbing frame,for the first time.

However, she her doubts were confirmed when she saw him—for the second time— in the alley near a collapsible gate—skinny, hunched,coated with crimson, smoking— and realised he was the danger rather than being in danger himself. The sort of danger which is fatal, the sort of danger which relishes in the blazing inferno.

The sort of fatal which increases your heartbeats, the sort of danger you know you're fucked up to feel your stomach churn with exictement. The sort of danger who was wanted all over the country, spreading his wings all over the nation with a rapid growth of that like a disease.

It fell upon her to banish the growth, and boy, it wasn't at all easy. It was the clash of opposite elements facing in a battlefield, the only difference being that there had been no swords and no bloodshed, well, not untill now.

Failures after failures. Injuries after injuries. Despair and despair, yet it felt all like a circus to him.

And the third time she saw him, was in her own custody, but she knew something about this man never changed ever since she first laid her eyes on him. Calm, cool and collected— somehow radiating off how much he's aware of his worth and how much of a pain in the ass he has been to finally get captured. But still, this was all but a game to him— something he plays everyday.

“didn't mean to kill the president, my bad. ”

His bloody wrists remains cuffed— she wonders silently if the cuffs burnt into his skin, for why his flesh seemed to be more than bruised, injuries were spread all over. But once again, that particular glint in his eyes told her that it was nothing new for him.

“ You didn't ? ” her reply comes back as a question, implied with a cool sentiment. His eyes rest somewhere down the table she's seated on, particularly on the gun that rests atop. However, his eyes slowly travels up to her own, and she is surpirsed to see how dark they are. The last time she saw them, they were…brown?

“ Remember to always have the lock on your gun always, officer. ”

“ Beating around the bush won't free you from here, D. ” a small laugh, a displeased one. A light exhale, and once again his eyes trailed down to anywhere but away from hers.

“ I always get away, officer. ”

His eyes flick to hers own, a certain hue of coldness flashing across. Maybe she was an officer, but the slightest of the shivers which ran down her spine was undeniable.

There was a thing to argue on : he was pretty. A criminal with a pretty face was dangerous, for why she sensed him as the danger in the first place. From the ridges of his brow to his feline shaped eyes, and the smooth skin had something to do with the carnal impulses this man had.

“ And how is that, if I may ask you?” No sardonic reply came back, not even a chuckle. His curled hair fell elegantly around his neck and forehead, and you wonder again if he knows how beautiful he is. You ponder that he does, the reason he's so cocky about himself in the first place.

“ You're rather nosy for a cop, officer. ”

“ It's my job to interrogate, D. ” And maybe this reply coaxed a small, harsh laugh at you, almost like a hiss. The atmosphere feels rather compelling for you, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the atrocious behaviour has a single intention, and that is to piss the system off.

His eyes suddenly dart up to your own, and you see the malice behind them, floating in subtle threats. His face, slowly comes your view, dried blood sticking to the corner of his mouth. And his lips quirk upwards so full of amusement, that it did feel like a laugh, but it perplexed you, because a rather alarming siren within a distance was heard. A single commotion had your whole office premises in shambles, because this notice meant a single thing.

Red alert.

The man infront of you didn't react much, and this is the first time you've been called to the red alert. The superior authorities had some difficult time to actually acknowledge that you had caught hold of this hoodlum, or rather the most wanted criminal in the whole Daegu, they were totally astounded in their chairs.

You are totally aware of how treacherous possibilities may occur, now. You did feel dubious when you realised it been way too long for his side to respond,and you must admit that red alert was something you did not expect in the least.

Your phone buzzed in your trouser pants, breaking you from the reverie you had trapped yourself in. Not breaking any eye contact with him, you receive your call.

Lieutenant Police.

“ Officer, we order you to release him, right now. ”

“ May I ask for a reason why? ”

“ You don't ask for a fucking reason why when you're given a red alert within your premises, do you ?”

the voice growls like a mad man, and that voice does not intimidate you, not at all. Even when you know that the red alert is the last warning an officer gets. More of a do or a.. die situation, where you have to do what they instruct, or..

…your straw that you may not survive, and if you do, you'll no longer be accepted as an police officer. The situation is way too dangerous to keep hostage criminals like him,but it's been forty eight hours since you've captured him. Red alerts chime within four hours.

That means you're in grave danger.

Isn't he sitting infront of you already?

“ I still stand regard to my question, Lieutenant. ”

“ The Min Orphanage will break down our department if you don't fucking release the man right now. ”

Min orphanage ?

The man's brows pinch all of a sudden, the only sort of emotion other than sarcasm he has ever let out since. Do you see a flash of..concern in his features?

Your brain refuses to work, because in what actual ways would be a notorious criminal like him, connected to an orphanage, that too in such a way, that it seems like the orphanage is more inclined towards him? Your own brow pinches as you hear a sigh from the other side of the call.

“ Officer, you maybe are yet to realise how much in danger you're in, right now. ”

“ I’m just seeking for answers which have been unspoken and unapproached since, Lieutenant. ”

“ If you do not release him.. ”

there's a sickening silence which follows. However, you can hear chaos from the other side which is rare, because the upper departments are supposed to have a pin drop silence. His eyes never leave your own, and the ticking down of water droplets as Mother Nature starts pouring her soul out, you feel a light throb at the back of your head. His eyes are challenging, captivating, ironic because you're his capturer now.

He's intriguing in so many ways than one.

“ They're all little children here, and in no way we can take any particular option even if you had something on your mind, officer. ”

Another reaction. A light, unamused snort.

Another commotion. Muffled screams and yells are constantly changing their paces as you hear shuffling, and suddenly you're hearing vigorous panting from the other side, and a much older voice.

“ ____, I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE HIM, RIGHT NOW. ”

a voice you never expected to hear, not atleast now.

“ Supreme, he's a threat. A real danger if he's let out—”

“ you. are. ordered to let him go right now, because I absolutely cannot risk my team to sail closer to the wind because of your cheap ego. ”

his voice trembled with rage, and your throat feels dry to hear the screams echoing inwards to your own room. Bangs of gunshots and panicked screams as you hear the snaps of fire outside, most likely advancing towards your own room, now. Silent gangs like these get vigorous at times like these.

Cheap ego.

If your ego is cheap and this situation is playing with fire, you'd rather chose to burn your money to that burning whirls of arrogance. This wasn't easy, it wasn't easy to achieve the victory over the challenging, yet collected eyes of the gangster infront of you. If your team, or rather those puppets who shamelessly dance along to the beat they're instructed to, you'd wholeheartedly admit, that you were the only reason why he's here. Infront of you.

Alas, let people call you selfish and self centred, but you've learnt in this struggling world that if you're not so, you'd be used and thrown around like a rag full of holes. And even if your position is at stake, your years of hardwork going to vain because of this menace infront of you— you cannot help but risk that if you've reached till this far, you will ace your goals. You cannot be a sore loser in the end.

“ I’m not letting him free. ”

Silence, but chaos.

“ You're terminated from your position, Miss ___. ”

The call ended.

And so did your dignity as a police officer.

You close your eyes for a moment. You feel sick; it meant that you were no longer in charge of his custody, the head of your team, and no longer an official. No body would give a fuck if you make out of here alive, or if your dead body is dumped somewhere and you rot. No one would care.

You were ready for this exactly the moment you heard the sirens,but however maybe you weren't totally ready to acknowledge that. Your hands feel clammy by the time you put your phone on the table, and the unpleasant feeling of your hair sticking to your neck is creepy. You sigh, your whole life dedicated to your career was shattered by the system, just because you were inclined for the safety of your people..

..or maybe because you were just a mere puppet, too.

..or maybe you're blinded by anger to actually come out of your haze and take care of what's happening, but it's of no use; you're partially bounded.

“ Wouldn't that be a crime if you'd hit me now, officer? ”

his voice echoed in your ears, and the officer in the end hit you like a pan on your head. He sounded all collected and cool: much to the contradiction to the inner turmoil you were going through. Anger courses in your veins to see his bleeding lips quirk upwards at your misery, but again..is he really the one to blame?

He got what he wanted, the system got ehat they wanted, and even if you're reluctant to see anything else, you know you're the loser here. A sore loser. Indignation rises in your chest as you take a look at him, your head suddenly feeling lighter than usual. Your throat burns to speak, and your heart thrums in it's cage.

“ Thank you, D. ”

“ It'd be better if you start your countdown now, officer. ” his voice is barely a whisper as now there's a sudden throb in your head, and his voice a mere croak by the time you gasp to fill in air inside your lungs. Silence, it's a wicked silence as the murmurs deepen.

Your jaw clenches as you feel the sting, an overwhelming sting, your limbs feel numb, and the wider your eyes open, the blurrier it seems now. The room spins, as the yells increase and the rifles scream, they all turn to a crestfallen murmur.

Is this your end?

Your throat hurts, hurts, and its just an outline of his wrists, cuffed wrists, the mop of black hair, your identity card on the table, his wrists..something held within..what, what.. Your head ducks down in an immediate effort to get a better look, but lolls away immediately, too weak and throbbing to work, and everything goes black.

But screw that, you didn't see the injection needle pricking the skin of your thigh as he injects the whole of the syringe into your system skillfully with his thumb, his eyes burning with rage. The same shit eating grin on his lips, as he sticks his tongue out to lick the dried blood on his mouth.

“ You're welcome, officer. ”

#bts au #yoongi au #bts fics #yoongi fics #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic

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crimson0lake · 10 months ago

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BSD characters as parents PT2

Pt1 - Pt2 - Pt3 - Pt4 - Pt5 - Pt6 - Pt7 - Pt8

Masterlist

A.n: it's updated now as well with pt1 and pt3!! Images from BSD manga

Okay here's the part 2, cause this fandom is hungry for fluff and happiness-

(This is kinda long- so only two characters for today)

Characters: Akutagawa and Atsushi

Warnings: PTSD mentioned, k!lling mentioned, please dni if you are uncomfortable by these mentioned warnings.

Akutagawa:

Marriage or not? Both is possible with this man (and every other Mafia member, cause yk-)

If it's not from a marriage, there's a chance he wouldn't care at first but then his neglected self would push him to take care of the baby. If it's from a marriage, he would love the baby from the start.

Akutagawa would also be scared to accidentally harm his child. If his child is a boy, he can be a little more serious with him. He would remind him himself tbh. But not too serious, he wants them to be strong and not be harm by others, he would see himself in his son and he would a bit more carefull to not to neglect him. If it's a girl, he would still be serious with them, but a bit less then if child was a boy, I think if the child was a girl, she would remind him of Gin and he couldn't be too serious with her.

He would constantly praise them for the things they done: did the child finish their food? That's his good girl/boy, did they draw something and showed him? That's the best drawing he seen till now. He would say how proud he is of them.

He would be scared to disappoint or neglect his child, he don't want to be like Dazai (I think I remember it canon that Akutagawa hates Dazai but still wants his approval. I hope I didn't understand this part wrong and everyone understand this)

Not to say He probably has a good amount of money at the side, he can treat his child like a prince/princess.

Aunt Gin? She is the caring and loving aunt there. I see, she would be like the child's big sister. The number one play friend and babysitter. She even let them put make up on her.

Higuchi adores the child. She is ready to take them everywhere if they want, they want to see their papa? Higuchi would bring them to Akutagawa in an instant. She is their one of the first play friends and also their babysitter if Gin's not there.

Dazai would be happy to see that Akutagawa isn't following his path, I can see he would protect Akutagawa's child from afar.

When Atsushi learn about the child he is also their play friend with Kyouka. Atsushi also try to harm Akutagawa less in fights, he don't want to make the child sad by how hurt Akutagawa was.

I saw in mayoi cards that his ability sometimes acts on its own? Let's count this as canon, then his ability is the biggest fan of the child. It's like a golden retriever near the child. It's their biggest guardian and protector yet also their first ever friend. Even Akutagawa would be shocked how his ability adored his child he won't admit but his lips curled upwards when he first saw his ability nuzzling to his child for pets and hugs

He wouldn't want his child to get hurt so, he would want them in good side. But he won't be too disappointed if they end up in Mafia as well.

He is in a dilemma with that point..

He both wants them near him and don't, he wants them near him cause that way he can be sure to protect them. But he also doesn't wants them near him cause it would cause them to get targeted by many people and could use harm..

Overall he is protective yet proud fathers who gives the praise and care he didn't get to his child..

Atsushi:

Its from either from a Marriage or he adopted an orphan left to his door/he found in streets. He probably doesn't like one time things and won't do anything like that

He would be always on his toes to not to hurt the child, Kyouka, Dazai, and Kunikida would be the ones who assure him that he won't hurt the child and that he is a good father.

He would be the most gentle among any character in BSD. He has PTSD (or c-ptsd, I hope I spelled this right) so he is scared he might done anything to harm his child.

It doesn't matter the gender, he is the careful and gentle dad type.

He doesn't want to be seen in his ability by his child. He would have nightmares about how he lost control and attack his child or harm them. First Kyouka would comfort him then Dazai and Kunikida would be the ones that reassure him

He just needs some comfort and reassurance, he thought he was useless, doesn't deserve things, and always blamed himself. He even thought he couldn't take care of the child at one point

Not to mention he would use his money to give Kyouka better childhood and make his child happy, yet he would start saving money as well by Kunikida's advices for his child's future

Kyouka is the play friend and always near his child while Kenji is with them as well, he trusts Kyouka with his child and she is very happy inside for that, Kyouka would also be their big sister and kenji would have a big brother like relationship with Atsushi's child. Dazai is the happy uncle who like to play with the child. Dazai, like in Akutagawa's part, protect Atsushi's child in secret

Kunikida is the responsibile uncle, who babysits the child alongside with Kyouka and Kenji. He would take Kenji, Kyouka and Atsushi's child to eat tike to time.

When Akutagawa learns about Atsushi's child, he sometimes ends fights early. He would also try to harm Atsushi less, and if he meet with the child one day? Let's imagine the child got lost in crowd (not like Kyouka or others let that happen) and he accidentally bump into them. He wouldn't know what to do at first, he would try to comfort the child if they are crying then place them on his shoulders and look for jinko. He wouldn't show it but he was kinda scared about hurting the child and regardless of the gender, the child remind him of his sister.

Atsushi wants his child be in good side no matter what, he doesn't want them to get in harm's way or harm people.

He would be very proud of them and maybe even cry if his child decided to save people like others in ADA. He was still scared inside but his pride came up more-. If his child decides to get on the bad side: He honestly would blame himself mostly if his child decide to get involved with mafia. He would felt like he failed them and failed as a father. He would feel useless again.

Overall he wants his child to be safe and happy no matter what while he didn't had good examples in his past, he rises them to be like people in ADA: kind, helpful, caring and most importantly.. a good person...

A.N: that's characters for today!

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wildoceanstarz · 6 months ago

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☆ Introduction ☆

Hi! You can call me Starz! (I have a few other names but this one is funky lol)

I'm 22 years old, I use them/them pronouns and if you just give me a nudge, i Will talk your ears out about my hc about the valkyries and the black sisters. Oh also fuck Joanne, hope you choke <3

Working on a register of marauders nicknames because it gets confusing :(+ new idea for the girls.

I'm mostly into:

✦ The Valkyries

✦ The Black Sisters (and their parents & partners)

✦ The Marauders

✦ And a sprinkle of Slytherin Skittles, Batfamily and Golden trio era (mostly Drarry)

(✦ Merlin is always in my mind but also I don’t wanna interact with it too much bcs they genuinely make me sick like I feel so strongly about them.)

Favorite ships:

Dorlene, Marylily, Pandalily, Jegulily, Quillkiller (+ Zabini on the weekend), Nobleflower, Noblesilver (Narcissa x Zabini), Wolfstar, Poppy x Minnie, and Sybill x Peter.

But honestly I can be sold anything that isn't icky (big age gap, power imbalance, INCEST, etc) if you’re convincing enough. I’m not a big fan of straight ships tho I’m gonna be frl… but any queer ship? Slay!

Fav platonic ships: Marlene & Peter & James, Marlene & Sirius, Moonflower

Favorite characters:

✶ Marlene McKinnon

✶ Peter Pettigrew

✶ Narcissa Malfoy

✶ Evelyn Zabini

✶ and honestly all the girlies ( Lily, Pandora, Mary, Dorcas, ...)

Beliefs, favorite headcanons and stuff under this (take a peek) :)

Things i believe in that can be controversial(?):

Begging people to stop making Peter fucking skinny I'm being so serious, I WILL block you. (also when people don't include Pete as a member of the group like he was chosen as Secret Keeper because he was their BEST FRIEND be frl)

Lily Evans is polyamorous and she's so real for that (with maybe a hint of aromantic vibes tbf)

PANDORA DOESN'T HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY AS LUNA *cries* no but frl like Xenophilius is right there being a fucking Luna clone and you're gonna give her personality to Pandora?? (i need to get more into how i see her, will make a post at some point lol) Also I don't believe in the hc that she's a Rosier and Evans twin.

If you're gonna redeem Barty and Evan, you cannot go and shit on Bellatrix like let's be serious. You definitely can not like her but why are you over there calling her a psycho (derogatory).. have you seen your boys? (also people are sleeping on the Black Sisters as a whole)

Sybill Trelawney is such an interesting character and I think giving so much of her characteristics to Pandora water them both down. Also the angst is so good? Like come on guys (more on this)

I actually think Severus Snape is an interesting characters.

You shouldn't buy official merch or tickets to events or anything that would give money to jkr because that makes her believe people support her in her views about Trans People.

Favorite headcanons:

✮ Peter, James and Marlene being childhood best friends

✮ Fat Lily my beloved <3

✮ Dorcas and Marlene doing each other's hair every month after getting together (Dorcas dye Marlene's hair blonde and Marlene learn how to braid so she can do new protective styles for Dorcas)

✮ Bellatrix, Rita and Evelyn being the Diamonds and terrorising Hogwarts when they were there.

✮ Peter k!lling Marlene :)

More about me:

My first language is French. I have the shittiest sleep schedule known to man. I am a professional yapper.

I'm absolute shit with tone so might use tone indicator (but tbf the wonder of # here are making this much easier)

If you couldn’t tell from my choices up there, I fucking love angst. I’m writing sad shit and giggling, I’m writing happy shit so the angst is sadder. I Will make you cry (hopefully).

I’m also mad silly.

I have a few others account in the marauders community (Insta, Tiktok, Ao3, ...) but it's a secret (lol)

If you’re interested in what I like to say here, just look up the #starz yap tag, it’s what I use when I have ideas that I write more deeply about. :) + #starz hc for when it’s a personal add on headcanons. Using @starztakes for reposting just my hc and yapping without all the extra stuff.

Alright i think that covers it up. Hope you enjoy my account! P.S: idm stalking of my page and spamming lol so go for it (I do it by accident all the time… #starz struggle)

☆Yeehaa☆

oh also i'm a Marlene kinnie. kiss.

🍉

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canadianroach · 1 year ago

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I’m making this post in regards to the situation that is my account.

It’s no secret that I’ve struggled with my mental health, I’ve struggled for years but it’s not something I’m extremely open nor proud of. I’m sure you’ve seen the my post talking about k*lling myself or maybe even the ones talking about poems. It’s come to my attention that I’ve worried many of you, I’d love to let you know that I am ok! I’m currently receiving help. This being said is also like to say that I’ll be taking a break from this app. It’s nothing against the people on this app, in fact you’ve been nothing but welcoming to me since I joined! I’ve made many friends who I’ve grown to love over the last few months. I finally found a group of people who understood me, welcomed me, and loved me. It was an overwhelming feeling and experience but one I wouldn’t trade for the world. I will admit that there is a lot of hate and evil on this app as well as the kindness and love. There’s things you don’t see, things that happen behind close doors. I’ve experienced some of this hate, tho it’s not the reason I’m taking a break! I’m only mentioning this so I can warn others, everyone who’s reading this, I want you to be kind, hug a friend, talk to one, give ‘em’ a compliment! Be a kind person! Now speaking of kind people, I want to thank a few people.

@yankstrash thank you for coming to every party I’ve thrown, it means a lot!

@patosduck soupy! My pookie, I love you smmmm!! Thank you for making me laugh 24/7.

@fattyhughes the fattest of the Hughes siblings. Thanks for rocking hot pink wigs with me everyday.

@crazy4smitty TELLY MONSTER!! Thank you for literally responding to everything I send you, and for dealing with all the shit that’s happened to me this year.

@telly’s boyfriend Tyler, thanks for letting me bully you, I still am waiting to fight you.

@kmercer my child Nate! Literally the funniest human on earth (and secretly a kitty) thank you for putting up with me!

@luvsshughes thank you for entertaining me with your random questions and opinions!

@viennajoell idk what I need to thank you for… you piss me off but I love you. Keep being a petty bitch.

@kara, I know your not here anymore but I’m definitely thankful that when you were here you’d always make me feel better when I was upset.

@shy4turcs2 half the time I think we share a brain cell 🤷‍♀️

That’s everyone I can think of for now….! If I forgot to put your name just know I’m thankful for you and all you’ve done for me. This app has been a blessing in itself and I would ask for better. For now I’ll be chilling with a bean boy, just remember if anyone needs anything my messages and asks are always open.

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suspiriums · 9 months ago

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woah! was that JASON " JD " DEAN walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from HEATHERS. they’re 21 and live in CORDOVA GROVE but watch out because they can be MISCHIEVOUS + CYNICAL but are actually OBSERVANT + INTELLIGENT. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of a 7-11 slurpee, a warped view of what is right and wrong, & a black trench coat when imagining them. / d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, he/him

FULL NAME : jason dean

ALIAS : jd

AGE : 21

SPECIES : human

GENDER : cis man

PRONOUNS : he / him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual

OCCUPATION : construction worker

FAKE LIFE :

jd has no memories of his real life and therefore no violent tendencies

he's truly the most sane he's ever been

he works for a construction company ( much like his father's ) and lives paycheck to paycheck

REAL LIFE :

his canon takes place after meeting veronica and " accidentally " k*lling heather chandler

inspo from both the movie and the musical

mommy issues galore!

boy loves his slurpees

here's his wikia. beware : he's insane

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

fake life friends and family, someone for him to be a bad influence on, exes, hookups, frenemies, 1-2 roommates

#✶ — jason dean ⧽ bio.

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swarm-the-hive · 2 years ago

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Hi, my name is Keenan and I want to get something off my chest. There was this dude that I met, he was ok at first. I was enjoying my life when I apparently got on this dudes bad side. And wooo boy did I get on his bad side. He was incredibly toxic, always venting really inappropriately all day every day. Now there is nothing wrong with venting, might I add. But he was obviously struggling and would not get help. He would make n*zi jokes, talk about k*lling his mom, and one time he told me to k*s when I asked him to use tone indicators. Whenever he got kicked, he would tell me nobody was his friend, even when I was his friend. I know I’m not perfect but I am human. I have boundaries (which this person never respected but I had to respect their boundaries.) I wish I would’ve never met this person and I want to heal but it’s hard. Somethings might never change with this person.

#vent #house md #toxic frienship #toxic

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sneezes · 3 years ago

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#vernon #hansol #seventeen #svtgifs #svtcreations #gifs #mine16 #genius #210707 #this performance was so good #i loved this version of rtl #amazing as usual #😌😌#and this boy always k*lling it #gifs: vernon

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jamilelucato · 2 years ago

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What about vecna with a female reader who’s the queen to his king?

Fluff plz

show: Stranger Things (SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4)

pairing: f!reader x peter ballard/henry/vecna/001

summary: Steve Harrington's sister decides she needs to visit the Upside Down one more time.

a/n: hi! hope you like it! I know it's not much fluffy but I tried my best :) @stygianoir

*** there are some mentions of depression and k#lling oneself so heads up guys

“I don’t like this plan, sis,” said Steve, shaking his head.

She stared at him, with a kind smile. He was her favourite brother, or, in her case, her only brother. But it didn’t matter. [y/n] could have had twenty brothers and she’d still say Steve was her favourite. They were like that.

“Well, we don’t have a better one, do we?” she said, sighing.

After becoming friends with Nancy’s brother’s friend group, Steve Harrington didn’t have much choice but to do everything in his power to protect those children. That, unfortunately, meant one terrible night where his sister followed him to figure out what was happening with her older brother only to get sucked into the Upside Down with Will Byers.

While the young boy got sick and had to be hospitalized, she, on the other hand, was completely fine. [y/n] Harrington had nightmares every night, and she’d wake in a cold sweat, but so would all of them. The whole gang was having trouble sleeping after that first experience with the other side.

But, deep down, [y/n] knew something was wrong. Something had changed, not just in her mind, but in her very core. That wasn’t enough to alarm anyone, so she kept it quiet. [y/n] tried to live her life like it was before she met Eleven and befriended a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

One day, then, it was as if nothing had been fixed — the Upside Down invaded their lives all over again and [y/n] had to jump into action to protect not only herself and her brother but also the children she learned to love. However, this time, she had an advantage not foreseen: [y/n] had powers.

Not as big and awesome as Eleven’s — no, definitely not deadly like hers — but they were powers nonetheless. [y/n] could lift some things (small and almost weightless things) in the air with just her mind. And when she wanted something, to influence someone, she could do it. The whole gang was shocked when she commended a Russian to stop in his tracks and leave them be. Yeah, it had been just one of the Russians but it was a big thing in the eyes of Max, the redheaded girl that saw [y/n] with good eyes.

So, it was no surprise that when there was a big chance another demon from the Upside Down was at Hawkins again, [y/n] was in the middle of the action, as an active member of the party.

“You were there Stee, you saw when Max got in a trance,” she said, trying to convince her brother with words and not her powers. It was true she hadn't been practising much — she didn’t like it — but she knew it could slip on, like a switch, without her even noticing it. “That girl is in danger and we’re just gonna let that happen?”

“I know you wanna help Max, I do too, but this is not the way!” Steve was raising his voice at her, but only because he loved her so very much and he could not manage to lose her. “You’re not going to the Upside Down. Not again!”

“Steve, this might be our only shot,” said Nancy, opining in. She had become a dear friend to you, and, in those moments where Steve was hotheaded, Nancy would always be at your side.

“She’s not as powerful as El, Nancy!” exclaimed Steve. “She might have some abilities, which are cool, but they aren’t enough! We’ll be delivering her directly to the Vecna thing. Robin, say something!”

Robin, surprised with being called out, stared from Steve to [y/n] and gulped. “Maybe it’s better… it’s better if she goes, Steve.”

Steve stared at his best friend with disbelief.

“Steve,” [y/n] placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Don’t make me use my powers on you.”

“You can’t,” he looked at her, but she didn’t budge. She raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“Brother, you know I’m our only chance right now. Eleven lost her powers, but I didn’t. They might seem small, but they’re all we’ve got. Let me fight Vecna, Stee.”

He closed his eyes tight, placing his hand over hers.

“I know you’re our best weapon at the time, but… but, [y/n], you’ll be getting inside his territory. Don’t you think Vecna will be secure there?” Steve asked, giving in on her request, but at the same time acting very much worried.

Robin watched the exchange with pity in her eyes.

“It will be worse if we wait for Vecna to get here. He’ll be stronger,” she said.

“Besides, [y/n]’s powers are more of the psychic kind if you think about it. She has a fair chance against the monster that attacks the minds of others,” said Nancy, looking at Steve.

“So,” said Dustin, walking in and noticing the whole emotional scene displayed, “do we have a decision?”

They all looked at Steve Harrington, the brother with everything to lose.

“We do.”

Dustin had discovered that the only possible place for the portal to be at was the lake, and so that was where they dropped you off. Wearing her clothes still, [y/n] jumped in and swam to the deep bottom, looking for the “secret passage”. And as the boy had stated, there it was.

It was disgusting and gross, but [y/n] Harrington knew she had to do what was needed, what was best for everyone in Hawkins. She closed her eyes and worked her legs, throwing herself in.

After a second of full darkness, [y/n] managed to see light. She had been to the Upside Down before, but this time, it was different. It didn’t look like it at all. First, because there was light, quite a big deal of it if compared to the traumatic time [y/n] passed down here.

But it wasn’t just the light itself. The inverted Hawkins was just like the normal one. No mystic fog or weird gross things on the ground. This time, the Upside Down was a complete and faithful copy of the city [y/n] grew at.

Something was wrong, she thought while getting up.

“It’s different, isn’t it?”

[y/n] froze. Where was the voice coming from? Was it Vecna’s?

“It’s distinct from your last time here.”

“Who said that?” she shouted to the atmosphere.

She went on, walking, but it didn’t feel like escaping, because there wasn’t anything visible to escape from. It all was quiet and clean. She felt like she saw someone, maybe lurking behind a tree, but she checked and the woods seemed empty. “Who are you?” she asked again, taking just one step towards where her heart guided.

“Ouch, [y/n]. You don’t remember me?”

She was confused. The voice did seem familiar, but how could it? It was Max who was constantly hearing Vecna, not her — even though you prayed for God to swap places with the poor girl. It seemed like the voice belonged to a man, certainly young, but older than Steve and older than her (who, to everyone’s disbelief, was older than her brother).

“Who are you?”

“I see you went out of your way to forget me,” the voice said and it felt like it was closer to her, even though she could not see anything outside from the clean version of the Upside Down. “That’s not a problem here, however. You’ll soon remember.”

“Remember what?” she asked, but her question echoed, remaining answerless. Until darkness swallowed her whole.

Not too long ago, her parents had rented a house for their stay on the California beach but, unfortunately, the trip was a failure, because not one of their five-day-stay had the sun come out and the temperature was so low, [y/n] and Steve had to cosy up together to feel some warmness, as they had not brought enough cold-weather clothes in their luggage.

That was a terrible trip and [y/n] vowed to never leave the house without some (any) warm clothes with her.

But how could she have guessed that just by taking the trash out she’d be tossed in the Upside Down?

Of course, when it happened, there wasn’t a name for the place or someone to talk to about naming it. Back on her Upside Down stay, she didn’t even know Will was down there with her. She knew he went missing, poor kid. But there was all he was to her — a missing kid from her town.

She had graduated high school one year before that fateful event, and she was only still in Hawkins because her parents had no money to afford the universities she had been accepted in. No, it definitely was not a great period for [y/n] Harrington, but sure she did not expect it could get worse — worse even than the trip to California.

No one knew much about her time in that dark, cold place. Steve knew enough to comprehend his sister was not well, but he never asked much and [y/n] never tried telling. What would she tell her little brother? That she felt hopeless and wanted to die every second she spent in that particular hell? That she tried to kill herself, but even then her bad luck kept her alive? That down there she reflected upon her whole life and she felt like she only had herself to blame for everything?

Besides, it wasn’t like coming back home had healed her wounds. [y/n] woke up every day with cold sweat, and no amount of shower and scrubbing could make her feel clean again.

Oh, the Upside Down was like really bad karma. And she didn’t even feel like she deserved it.

So, like any insane person, she repressed it. Never mentioned it. Yeah, she got some cool powers out of it, but they were useless to the countless creatures she had seen in that place. Moreover, once she was back at Hawkins, five little kids seemed to cling to her — including Will — and, with her brother, they became “the babysitters”.

[y/n] wished she could close her eyes and suppress it again, but — she then was undoubtedly sure it was Vecna — the memory started replaying right before her eyes. It wasn’t like watching it, though, it was more of a first-person experience, and she was again in her shoes, again an eighteen-year-old scared to death.

Her memory started right when she decided she’d only be free of the Upside Down if she “ended” herself. The disgusting place was very much dark, and there were what she believed to be animals flying all around. Some grotesque and demonic version of pterosaurs that wanted her dead.

Except, they didn’t. Not that day as it seemed.

Not one of them flew in her direction, and not even the creepers crawled her way. [y/n] Harrington was walking around post-apocalyptic Hawkins as if she was God herself.

But that wasn’t enough to convince herself she should be alive. Oh, no. She planned on camping outside. Maybe the monsters weren’t attacking because it was some sort of day for them, so she’d wait for their night hours of hunting. She was so dirty that she didn’t even bother to sit on the ground.

Until she saw someone.

It was a tall boy, perhaps a man, she couldn’t see from far away. Her new version of reliving her memories was completely confused. She didn’t remember that. To her twenty-one-year-old self, that day in the Upside Down in 1983, she tried to kill herself, but she failed, and, later on, she looked for a new house to take place until she found Will and the people that came to rescue the two of them.

But that opportunity to be almost nineteen again was showing her new things.

“You’ll soon remember,” Vecna’s voice echoed in her mind.

The young man was now very close to her and she noticed he was not as young as she thought. He was pretty, or at least, as pretty as you could be in the Upside Down, but he was very much possibly older than twenty-five.

“Hey!” she shouted, her heart of the memory racing. Had she met someone down there, someone other than Will?

The man stopped his walk and looked around, meeting her eyes.

“Hey!” she shouted again, running towards him. How bad could this stranger be compared to the monsters of goop? “Hi, there!”

“Hello,” he said, careful. As if he needed to be afraid of her. As if they were not where no human was supposed to be.

“Oh, my! You have no idea how glad I am to see another human being,” [y/n] said, placing her hands on her knees because running in a place low on oxygen was not very good. “My name’s [y/n] Harrington. What’s yours?”

But he didn’t answer immediately. He studied her, looking her up and down. [y/n] was confused — was the man not relieved to see another person?

Maybe he was sad she was not the rescue.

“My name’s Henry,” he said, simply.

“Henry. Ok. How long have you been down here?” she asked, patiently. Maybe he had been so long away from civilization that he lost his ways, she thought.

“A while,” he replied. [y/n] bit her lip, unsure of what to say. It was hard talking to someone that didn’t want to talk. “Don’t you have shelter?”

“It was destroyed,” she said, for she knew saying she was trying to kill herself was not a very “hopeful” thing to say.

He looked around, but her house was too far away for him to identify it anyway. If he lived in Hawkins, he might have been able to recognize the Harrington house.

“You should find a new refuge then. There’s a house down this street…”

“Yours?” she asked, curious.

He hesitated. “Yes,” he pointed but she couldn’t see anything with the fog. “You can take place there.”

“With you?”

He stared at her and for a second his blue eyes scared her.

“Sure.”

He started walking and she followed him, but it all seemed weird, in the memory and for the twenty-two-year-old reliving it.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

Her question lingered for he did not answer.

“Like, why are we here? What is here? Is this the future?” she gabbled, as she always did when nervous. “Are we dead?”

“We’re not dead,” he said, emotionless. “We’re just here.”

“Here where?”

He didn’t answer. She supposed he didn’t have a name for it either.

“Have you seen a way out?”

He slowed his walk just to stare back at her. He didn’t say anything again, and she knew he didn’t have to — if there was a way out, did she think he’d still be there?

They kept walking until she saw a house, an enormous house, by the way, something out of an old times movie. She thought about complementing it, but she felt like it wouldn’t be right since it wasn’t the real house.

She let him get in first, as the place belonged to him.

“Come on in,” he said, making room for her to pass through the beautiful front door.

Inside, the house felt even fancier, because it looked untouched by those demons that were tormenting hers all the time. Yes, it looked dark — as everything in the Upside Down did — but it wasn’t actually all that cold.

“It’s safer here,” he said, noticing she was staring. “I don’t know why.”

It felt like he knew why, was what older [y/n] thought, but [y/n] from the memory was too distracted looking around.

She stared back at the blond man with blue eyes.

“Thank you.”

She woke up, or at least it felt like waking up, in the new version of the Upside Down, the version Vecna was holding up just for her.

“Do you remember now?” the voice echoed.

“Who’s Henry?” she asked back at the voice. “Did he die?”

“I suppose he did now,” the voice said, in a condescending tone. “So, I ask again, do you remember?”

“No?” she said, but she wasn’t confident. “Are you playing with my memories?”

“Brave of you to make direct questions to the Upside Down monster.”

The monster was right to point that out, but [y/n] was not one to stay silent and die wondering. Besides, his answer awoke something in her brain.

“You talk.”

“Sure you had noticed before,” said the voice.

“Yes, but you don’t talk. Upside Down monsters don’t talk.”

“I’m no ordinary monster,” was his reply and even though she could not see him, [y/n] thought of how ironic because it felt like she was staring deep down at his blue eyes.

“No,” she said, agreeing. “You’re Henry.”

Suddenly, there was no more need for tricks of the mind. No need to relive memories because they all came back — the nights at Henry’s house and the days hunting with him for food (well, going to the supermarket, but they had to fight some monsters on the way). Abruptly, it was like she never forgot, like she went early to bed just to dream with him, because then, the Upside Down wasn’t so bad.

[y/n] remembered it all, just by hearing his name on her lips. Because once they were like that. They were connected.

He was the one that gave her her powers. She used her powers so many times since she left Upside Down but not even once did she think of him when doing so. She felt bad for forgetting him.

“Did I… did I forget you alone?” she asked, referring to if he did something to her so she wouldn’t remember.

“I… when I knew you’d had to go up, I might have influenced your mind. But the rest, the full mind block, that was you,” he replied.

“Show yourself,” she said, almost crying. “Please.”

He couldn’t deny her requests when she said “please”.

Even though she feared his looks would scare her, he did it anyway. When they met, they already looked like a monster, but he used his powers to shift back to his looks from when in the lab. However, now, he was using a lot of his power to access Hawkins, the real one, and also using it to shape the Upside Down to a cleaner look, as he had memorized she felt disgusted to be there in 1983.

“Henry,” she said, tenderly, raising her left hand but too scared to touch him.

He closed his eyes, afraid that the only part that remained human of him would be too scared in a body like that, but she wasn’t afraid of his looks. She was afraid for him, afraid for what he had become.

“You told me you didn’t look as you showed,” [y/n] said, referencing their talks in the past. “But I didn’t know…”

“That I looked ugly?”

“No, that’s not it,” she said. “I didn’t know you were damaged.”

He opened his eyes, slowly, and she was glad to see the beautiful blue again.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

He swallowed hard, scared of her proximity. They hadn’t been that close in three years; besides, he didn’t look a monster when they did.

Her left hand found its way to his face.

“It doesn’t,” he finally answered.

“Even though I didn’t remember you, I missed you,” [y/n] said, in a whisper.

His face leaned in her palm.

“I missed you every time I remembered of your existence,” he said, softly as well.

“Did that happen a lot?” she asked, smirking playfully for she did not like to keep it serious.

“It happens all the time.”

She gulped, nervous. How could he say those things? It made her feel like Belle falling for the Beast. She had forgotten all the bad things he was doing, the hunting of her people. It was just him and her across space-time.

He had his eyes close to feeling better her touch, both her palms placed on his cheeks, and she was focused on the feeling when she looked around and found the beautiful Upside Down in ruins. It was coming back to its real way — goop and gross, with darkness in every corner. The dark blue sky welcomed her like an old friend.

Suddenly, the feel on her palm shifted. It wasn’t hard and marked, but soft, like velvet. [y/n] looked back at Vecna — at Henry — only to find him as himself, the one she knew, the one she hugged on cold nights.

They had been friends in 1983, even though it was a kind of unspoken deal. She knew she was messing with the devil then and she knew she was falling for the devil now.

“Henry,” she whispered like she was saying she was home.

He did not move forward, even when he desperately wanted to. She was fighting on her tiptoes to get closer, and only when he felt her almost slipping, did he put a hand on her chin.

“Careful,” he whispered.

“Kiss me,” [y/n] asked, for that was all she wanted. She missed him. She needed him.

“[y/n], I…” but his sentence was not finished, because she didn’t let him. She jumped to his touch, reaching for his lips, and he could do nothing but give in. “You can’t use your powers on me, little Wendy.”

She smiled in the kiss, for he had used the nicknames they picked once he told her, in 1983, that the Upside Down was kind of his kingdom. She had called him Peter Pan, which made him laugh because, for a period, that was his false alias.

And he wasn’t wrong, she had whispered in his mind, like a siren, using her powers. It was how it worked: in a close of eyes, she could get into the victim’s mind and whisper what she desired to happen. It often worked, but they were some strong-mind people that didn’t let her whispers get to them.

She had tried whispering to him before jumping on his chest for a kiss.

“Hi, Peter,” she said when his lips let go of hers, and they both smiled at their silliness.

“Welcome back to your Neverland.”

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🍷 Vampire clubbing in the demon world [Sakamaki edition]—

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor and aren't comfortable with clubbing, prostitution, drinking/alcohol-related concepts. This is a fictional work and should not be taken seriously.

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Note: Made these with @liannelara-dracula

Bruh, I swear the boys clubbing is something else. I'm dying at Rei's xDD.

Relevant posts:

Alcohol in the demon world

Drunk Subaru hcs

Laito's sexual escapades

***Inspired by playlist below.

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Before we get into the brother’s hcs, let’s get some context on vampire clubbing in the demon world in general.

🍷 Clubbing in the demon world is much different in comparison to clubbing in the human world.

🍷 And every clan has their own way of doing things when it comes to clubbing.

🍷 They all have their own rules and ways that keep the clubs raving and having people come back for more.

🍷 Clubbing for vampires is honestly a riot, mostly because they can delve into their vampiric nature without shame and not worry about who’s watching.

🍷 At vampire clubs, all vampire necessities are supplied to make everyone’s time there worth while.

🍷 And such things supplied are vampire alcohol, humans, vampire women, dancing, and demon world drugs.

🍷 (@liannelara-dracula and I have a headcanon post on alcohol in the demon world, where it describes each clan’s alcohol and such. Click/tap here to read it if you’re interested.)

🍷 Due to the vampire clan’s strict rules, clubbing is most likely prohibited to vampire women, but they’re allowed to work at clubs and entertain the male guests.

🍷 However, the women that work at vampire clubs are considered scum in the eyes of men and are treated with little to no respect.

🍷 They also engage in prostitution as well in order to keep the club going.

🍷 And unfortunetely, if they ever quit working there, they’re forever branded as a ‘slut’ and cannot pursue a partner because of their background since men consider them ‘shameful’ and ‘dirty’.

🍷 Mfs honestly.

🍷 Obvious as it is, women are expected to dress skimpily in order to keep their lustful guests interested.

🍷 Guests are greeted by two women at the entrance, and they’re expected to give each guest a kiss to entice their mood.

🍷 Women basically have to consent to whatever guests want whether they like it or not.

🍷 They’re basically suiting every man’s need, and they have to do exactly as ordered, otherwise inhumane punishment awaits them.

🍷 Some guys get possessive over the women there and won't allow others to interact with them and make it pretty damn clear.

🍷 One best stay away if they know that a certain woman is always being sought by someone else, unless they want to end up with their teeth knocked out or get a stake in their chest.

🍷 Humans are provided as blood bags for vampires to feast on.

🍷 They're just lifeless dolls basically and have no say in anything.

🍷 Vampires can grab them from just about anywhere and do whatever they please with them.

🍷 And even if they end up k!lling them, they honestly don't care since they're always hunting down new prey for their business.

🍷 But some vampire bars might have strict rules about k!lling their humans, especially if hunting hasn’t supplied them with enough humans or that the club is low in budget in general.

🍷 I can also see that the women are in charge of hunting and bringing in humans as well to support the business.

🍷 Like the human clubs, drugs are definitely exchanged here, but they're totally different compared to drugs in the human world.

🍷 Karl doesn't mind that his sons go clubbing, but he tells them to keep low profiles to not disgrace the family image.

🍷 But news flash, they never do lol.

🍷 Now, let's get on to the boy's hcs. :)

Shu:

🍷 Y’know, he may be lazy, but when something sparks his mood, he definitely finds the energy to do it.

🍷 And clubbing just so happens to be one of those activities.

🍷 But make no mistake, it’s very rare when he bothers to go clubbing since it requires A LOT of energy.

🍷 But I guess if he wants some quick amusment that booze and women could supply, he’s all for it.

🍷 He doesn’t approach the girls, they approach him.

🍷 He so gets special treatment since he's his father's precious heir, so the girls are all over him.

🍷 Girls are literally crowding around him when he approaches the bar.

🍷 Tries not to get too carried away when drinking, but if he really wants to get carefree and forget about everything for one night, he’ll definitely push it to that level and get wasted.

🍷 Wants girls to pour him drinks so he can flirt and tease them, plus because he’s being surrounded by them, it only fuels his amusement.

🍷 Prefers to get drunk by having girls feed the drink to him, and this is when he wants to take his time getting drunk.

🍷 If he wants to get drunk quicker, he’ll go to shots and down a few as the girls cheer him on.

🍷 Loves to grind against women when dancing, like he gets off on this.

🍷 He’s not a huge fan of the music, but he likes the upbeat environment since he obviously came for some amusement.

🍷 When dancing, if a girl undoes any buttons on his shirt, he has the biggest smirk on his face and is totally turned on by it.

🍷 And if she pulls him closer to her by latching onto his belt buckle and reeling him to her, he's done and definitely plans on sleeping with that chick.

🍷 Honestly, the girls doing anything to him is enough to rile him up.

🍷 Girls find every excuse to get his attention there.

🍷 Some have even spilled drinks on him purposely so they had the excuse to help him 'clean up', to which he doesn't mind.

🍷 Isn’t opposed to shamelessly biting one of the vampire women in front of others (drinking their kind’s blood is considered sexual), and the others are literally lined up for this.

🍷 Has definitely brought a club girl home with him, to which he woke up to an endless lecture from Reiji about not bringing girls over and a splitting hangover the next day.

Reiji:

🍷 He never wants to go. Ayato and Laito have to drag him there.

🍷 It’s mostly because they want to see him loosen up and get drunk xDD.

🍷 They usually taunt him about acting like an old man and that this is why he can’t pick up women, or that he has no sex-drive.

🍷 This stuff triggers him a lot. So, since he’s been provoked enough, he ends up going in order to prove them wrong.

🍷 When Reiji gets there, he's uptight, like he wants no one to touch him or even breathe on him.

🍷 Ayato and Laito encourage him to drink.

🍷 “C'mon, Reiji, lighten up. Just a little drink won't hurt.” Laito would encourage.

🍷 “I am the king's second son.” Reiji would spat with his arms crossed. “Do you really think it's appropriate for someone like me to drink here?"

🍷 “Aw, brother, you’re spoiling all the fun. Oh well, I suppose this is why you don’t go on dates often.” Laito would taunt once again, a subtle smirk evident on his lips.

🍷 And there, Reiji’s convinced to prove them wrong and ends up doing what they want. He’s got an ego as well know, so the last thing he wants is for it to be hurt.

🍷 And when they manage to coax him into it, they may try to push things further and challenge him to a shot contest.

🍷 And you can best bet that Rei's out by the end of that shot contest.

🍷 And Ayato and Laito too. xDD

🍷 Because they want to remember Reiji drunk, Ayato or Laito may even film him when drunk and use it as total blackmail if they feel like it.

🍷 They’ll show the footage to him, along with the rest of their brothers, the next day to get a good laugh out of Rei’s behavior, which just leaves Rei in total embarassment.

🍷 And the worst part is, they’ll just keep replaying it and be totally obnoxious about it even though Reiji keeps begging them to turn it off and delete it lmao.

🍷 Our bae Rei’s an emotional drunk when he’s wasted.

🍷 And the girls love this since they can get the opportunity to nurture him, such as cuddling or caressing his face, arms or shoulders while listening to him open up about what bothers him.

🍷 Especially about all the complaints about this brothers.

🍷 Or better yet, they may get him to do some more explicit things on the dance floor.

🍷 If he’s drunk on the dance floor, he might drop his formality and tell a girl he’s dancing with to call him Rei.

🍷 And if she slips his glasses off while dancing, he's done for.

🍷 Once took his shirt off while dancing with a girl (drunk of course), which revealed those mesmorizing abs of his, leaving every girl in there dumbfounded and wanting a turn to dance with him.

🍷 Mmm, Rei ;)))

🍷 But at some point, because Rei’s getting this active when drunk at the club, it honestly triggers both Ayato and Laito because it seems that he’s having more fun than them. In other words, he’s getting more action and all the attention, which leaves them with none.

🍷 At one point, they regretted that they even brought Reiji along and left without him. xDD

Laito:

🍷 He goes clubbing fairly often, and deems it as one of the best ways to spend his nights.

🍷 Wants to sleep with every female employee there.

🍷 And he’ll take his time to accomplish this in one night.

🍷 No seriously.

🍷 Prefers dancing over drinking, but he’ll definitely have a drink or two.

🍷 Likes to get drunk by having the girls pour the alcohol down his throat till he gags, leaving some to drip down the sides of his lips to which they end up licking off.

🍷 The girls keep encouraging him to drink since they want the excuse to lick whatever alcohol he can’t swallow.

🍷 And considering his charismatic personality, it only riles the girls up more, making the atmosphere more enticing to him.

🍷 And if one of the girls mixes a cocktail his mouth with her tongue, he’s sold.

🍷 When he’s really wasted he will be in the crowd dancing and having two girls drink from his neck and give him hickies.

🍷Most times he ends up wasted in a closet with a chick or two next to him.

🍷Brings home more than one chick sometimes, even for his bros.

🍷Even for our bae Rei.

🍷He’s probably having 3-somes with those girls.

🍷He has lipstick all over him and his shirt is undone.

🍷Even his fly is undone.

🍷One time, he was drunk and one chick undid his fly so when he got on the dance floor his pants fell down.

🍷But that did not stop him from dancing.

🍷Keep a low profile my ass, Karl.

🍷Everything about him is a total mess.

Kanato:

🍷 When it comes to clubbing, he leaves Teddy behind because he knows he's gonna be 'busy'.

🍷 He does drink, but doesn’t get drunk. He finds it distasteful.

🍷When he does drink though, he likes to sit back, imbib his spirit and watch the female employees walk around the place

🍷 When he’s not drinking though, he reverts to his explicit side, which he loves so much.

🍷 Now let me say, this midget gets laid more than you’d think.

🍷 (It’s actually canon that he has sex with Yui the most out of his brothers in the game routes.)

🍷 While most are dancing, he's making out with a girl and touching her all over.

🍷 If sees a girl he likes, he will go on the dance floor just to get her to come with him.

🍷 He probably has like semi-public sex there bc everyone is wasted and the music is loud, and it's dark, so who can see, hear or think straight?

🍷 He may not be drunk, but he's definitely drunk with arousal.

🍷 He keeps a tally chart with Ayato and Laito regarding how many chicks they've all slept with from the club.

🍷 And Kanato has more on his chart than Ayato and Laito combined.

🍷 And they’re both so triggered by this.

🍷 So because, he always reminds them about ‘who’s the better bro’.

🍷 “Huh, proves I got it and you two don’t.” Kanato would smugly say.

🍷 Was only thrown out once due getting in a fight with some guy over a female employee.

Ayato:

🍷 Goes to a club every couple of weeks, and only goes to his favorite and nowhere else because he wants to be known.

🍷 Usually goes clubbing by himself or with Laito, it just depends on whether or not he wants company.

🍷 He sometimes brings Kanato along, but only because Laito encourages it.

🍷 Challenges others to drinking contests and always ends up losing since he has a low tolerance.

🍷 When dancing, he tries to show off his moves.

🍷 And this consists of him attempting moves he's seen professional dancers do and failing miserably because he doesn't fully know how to do them.

🍷 And you can best bet this idiot dances with a pair of tacky sunglasses on.

🍷 Tries to break dance, but ends up spitting his pants. xDD

🍷 Has attempted to twerk on the dance floor, but he turned beet red when one of the girls spanked his ass for it.

🍷 Which then led Laito to try it without getting any action from the girls.

🍷 Has definitely made out with a girl there for hours on end.

🍷 Definitely has favorites among the female employees there and gets jealous when other guys flirt with them.

🍷 He seriously thinks he owns them.

🍷 Says he’s banged every chick in there and brags about it even though he actually hasn’t.

🍷 But Laito has.

🍷 Since he thinks he’s better than everyone else, he provokes bar fights but fails either by getting badly injured or knocked out.

🍷 And Ayato has been in fights where things have gotten too out of hand to the point where Laito has had to step in, but Laito always ends up getting knocked out.

🍷 Luckily if Subaru happens to be there, he’ll get them both out of it—that is, if he feels like it.

🍷 But then he’ll knock them out for making him get involved.

Subaru:

🍷 Now this is one of his favorite escapes.

🍷 Mostly because he can forget about his life at home and be away from his brothers.

🍷 And he definitely stears clear of bars they attend, and pays attention to whether they’re going to one or not so he can avoid them.

🍷 Even though clubs are a social space, he doesn’t socialize much and is relatively quiet.

🍷 Likes to hang out at the bar area more than the dance floor, but if a girl intrigues him enough, he’ll follow her there and dance with her.

🍷 Likes to drink directly from a liquor bottle/flask while on the dance floor and even have it rain down on everyone.

🍷 And you can bet he definitely loves it if the girls lick the rained-down alcohol off him.

🍷 He’s a bar fighter at heart.

🍷 But doesn't get thrown out for getting into one because everyone begs for an encore and even challenges him.

🍷 Plus, he's Karl's son so he's kinda privileged because of that.

🍷Because he usually is by himself and doesn’t think anyone he knows will be around, he gets comfortable.

🍷 That is until he spotted the triplets or Kou one time.

🍷 He literally hid and pretended that he doesn’t know them.

🍷 And this ended with Kanato throwing a drink at him.

🍷 “How dare you ignore us! At least say hi.” Kanato would demand.

🍷 “Yeah! It’s not cool acting like that to your brothers.” Kou would chime in.

🍷 Growing annoyed, Subaru would retort. “Fuck off!”

🍷 “Oh, come now, brother. There’s no need to be hasty.” Laito would comment. “We’re all here for the same thing anyways.”

🍷 “Yeah, so which of these cuties do you like?” Kou would say, referring to the female employees.

🍷“Tch! I’m fuckin’ leaving.” Subaru would say, starting to walk off.

🍷“Oh so blondie in the red is all for us then? I saw that you had your eye on her earlier.”

🍷“Yeah, weren’t you dancing with her?” Ayato would ask, leaving Subaru to slightly blush knowing it was true . . . and leaving him to also wonder how long they’d been watching him for.

🍷 “He was dancing?” Laito would question. “But he has two left feet?!”

🍷 Subaru couldn’t take it anymore, so he ended up knocking out Laito and then taking his leave.

🍷 So he never really goes to bars, especially after this incident because he’s worried about his brothers being around and ruining it for him.

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I wanna escape to her too

Pairing: College! TASM! Peter Parker x female! reader

Summary: She still cares, maybe a little more than she should. He can't live without her, would they repair things if they could?

Genre(s): Angst, a little fluffy.

Warnings: Mentions of Gwen dying bc that deserves its own warning, slight mentions of r*pe, k*dnapping, and k*lling.

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The only thing alive in the apartment was the succulent on the counter that sooner rather than later would die like the rest of the living beings had since she left, sure, Peter and Hypnos were breathing, but what is life without the feeling of actually wanting to live it?

The boy woke up to his now big yet childish pitbull scratching the bedroom door as his life depended on it, just when he hit the record of three hours of sleep, he huffed getting out of bed to comfort his son who wouldn't stop crying.

"Hypnos, come on, you're gonna wake up the neighbors," he carried him to bed holding him tightly attempting to calm the angst. The pup silenced his lament, but when he made eye contact with Peter, he felt sorry for him, humans are the only animals who tear up in response to their emotions and he knew that if only Hypnos could, he would've flooded the entire state of New York already.

"I know buddy, I miss her too," inevitably his voice cracked, and he cried like he'd been doing every night for the last few months or so.

He started to stutter the beginning of sentences that never reached an end. He wanted to talk, he wanted to talk to his dog, he wanted to talk to a friend, he wanted to talk to anyone, for god he wanted to formulate coherent phrases, he wished to speak his mind to make sense of his emotions, to understand them, to see what he was feeling and then try and figure out how to overcome it, but nothing came out, his big fat smartass brain for the first time in his life it was empty, blank, just painful nothingness, like the wall that was usually covered with red tape that connected dots and pictures but was now blindly plain white.

He lifted the blankets for the second time that day now being 7:00 am, the shower disguised the salty liquid his eyes produced, the toothpaste sweetened for a couple of minutes his natural sourness, opposite to the coffee that matched it, he lazily struggled to get out without having to run and outsmart Hypnos so he would stay within the four walls he was so miserable in.

He felt school like a mayor blackout where his soul couldn't quite meet the actions of his body, he was just working on autopilot, like a machine, heartless. Vigilante time wasn't so hard, at least he could blow some steam off in the name of being a hero, his rage never blinded him, but it was always present with a utopic wonder if he would ever live the life he deserved, rather than this messy, secretive and losing one. Every time Spiderman won the people's hearts, Peter Parker's sunk more into a pathetic loop of time that wasn't worthy of calling a life.

He was never really religious, but his words felt like a prayer when he ended a fight pleading it would be the last one, but then again, he had a responsibility. We all know the line, why say it anymore if he keeps it as a reminder every time the idea of quitting crept into his mind.

He successfully caught the dotted canine in his arms when returning home, seeing his unfair eye color, one electric blue, one brown. He turned to the food bowl, empty, once again, it had been the 4th time in a row now where the dog skipped meals, he understood, he had lost his appetite too. He looked at the deep wounds and the flaked paint of the wood, he sighed kneeling down to pet his companion.

"I'm sorry, but your mom's building isn't pet-friendly and we really aren't on speaking terms," It was pointless to explain, but maybe after repeating it so many times, he'd eventually understand, "I get it," he sniffed, "I wanna escape to her too,"

Destiny finally batted an eye at one more unfortunate soul and gave him a chance out of his misery. He got sick, the flu more specifically, and I really hate to be that person, but I believe every sentiment you have projects its self into your body to tell you perhaps something in your life isn't pleasing your subconscious, and this particular illness is related to sadness.

"Peter?" You were shocked to say the least, so much so that you almost crashed when seeing the contact number.

Hearing your voice broke him more than any time he's ever thought he was at his worst, "Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you is just-" he sneezed, "Um-"

"You're sick aren't you?"

"A little bit, yeah,"

"I saw that Spiderman fought in the rain a few days ago, and-" you bit your lip nervously, "I was actually gonna go check on you, just to make sure you were okay," you whispered, "I'm driving to our- your place right now,"

"Oh," the word came out with more energy than he expected.

"Did you sense that in some way, is that why you called me?" It was a valid question, sometimes your boyfriend's, wait no, ex-boyfriend's powers caught you by surprise no matter how much you claimed to know them.

"No, not really, I mean maybe-" and sometimes they surprised him too, the timing seemed too good to be a mere coincidence, "I called you because I was wondering if you could help me walk Hypnos today, I've been busy with y'know- stuff and I haven't had the time to do it,"

"Oh my god, how is he? I haven't seen him in what? Half a year?"

"Yeah, six months..." Peter saw the pup peacefully sleeping beside him, "He's-" he was too weak to lie, "He's not great, at all, he really misses you," and so do I, he thought.

Silence, a complete unsettling calm from the other end of the line.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah, I've missed him too," You gulped stopping the vehicle, "I'm here, see you in a bit, okay?"

"Ok,"

You hung up taking a deep breath while resting the back of your head on the cushion of your car, and as much as you wanted to, it was already too late to regret it. Not even the cheesy elevator music cheered you up, you were supposed to be happy to see the man you never stopped being in love with no matter how bad things ended. You were always aware of Spiderman's doings, every article, every second he was on the news, every word of admiration that came out of your fellow classmates, that was as close as you could get to him.

You turned the handle while scrunching your nose to deal with the deafening whimpers from the other side, somehow you managed not to fall with how strongly Hypnos jumped to receive you, shaking his tail and now whining out of pure unfiltered joy.

You hugged him and caressed his head receiving many licks from his part, "Hey baby, how you've been?" the squeaky voice you always talked to him in echoed across every inch of concrete. You then stood up realizing how empty everything was, what began as a place where you thought nothing would fit, ended up being where everything was missing. You remembered struggling to organize both your stuff in the cheapest apartment you could find in the city no matter how much you insisted your family could help to get a better one, in a weird way it felt wider than before you moved in, colder, somberer.

You froze as the memories began to pile up one after the other when seeing him walk out of the room. All the time you had spent convincing yourself you were ready to see him quickly burned away and turned into nothing but ashes, and now everything you swore to be meaningless blossomed again through every bit of your skin, every beat of your heart, every butterfly in your stomach, every tingle on your nerves, every loss of words in your brain, every shake in your movements. Too much to handle, too overwhelming to control, you'd never felt a bomb with such high magnitude, a bomb that was capable of destruction and despair, but at the same time able to revive everything at its reach.

And all that melancholy and sorrow was now whisked in a more layered and complicated cocktail whose main flavors were nostalgia and regret.

"Hi," he shyly spoke first keeping a safe distance.

"Hey,"

Flashback

"You wanted me to help you!" You slammed the door.

"By studying my opponent, not going after him yourself!" He spat.

"Oh for fuck's sake Peter, can't you just say 'Thank you' and move on?!"

"Move on?! Y/N, he almost killed you!"

"But he didn't thanks to you, I'm fine, it's no big deal!"

"And what would've happened if I wasn't there?!"

"I would've saved myself, I'm not as stupid as you think I am!"

"I don't think you're stupid!"

"Then why don't you trust me?!"

"It's not about trust! It's about safety!"

"Right, because the only time I'm in danger is when I'm fighting someone with extraordinary abilities! What about when I'm not, huh?! Do you ever stop to think about the fact that I'm a young woman in New York?! I walk out of that door every day with the idea that I have to take care of myself because I could get raped, kidnapped, or killed just by the fact that I'm me, and guess what Parker? I've survived all these years without you, I didn't need you to save me then and I definitely don't need you to save me now. As sad as it sounds, the last thing I'm afraid of is a quick death,"

"Well unfortunately for you that's exactly what I'm afraid of! I can't lose you!"

"You can't save everyone all the time Peter, that includes the people that you care about, I thought you'd already learned that,"

"But I don't just care about you! I love you! Can't you fucking understand that?! " he grabbed your shoulders, his eyes began to water when he let you off gently, "I- I- I'm- I'm not doing this, I'm not going through this again,"

"What part is it exactly that you can't repeat? The emotional dependency or the unacceptance of loss? Because either way, I'm not planning to just sit still so my poor little boyfriend doesn't get worried,"

He clenched his jaw, "Then you shouldn't have one at all,"

You chuckled, "I guess not," you grabbed your keys, "I'd tell you to call me when you grow up but we both know I'm not gonna waste my entire life waiting," a tear slipped your eyelid, "Can I ask you something, just out of curiosity," you pointed the metal at him.

"What?" He mumbled weakly.

"When have I ever scolded you for the countless times I've cried myself to sleep because you were this close to dying?" Your fingers almost touched.

Peter was taken back by your words, "Never,"

You nodded slowly, "How about you call me when you stop being a fucking hypocrite?"

End of Flashback.

"I uh-" you cleared your throat, "I brought you some chicken soup my mom made," you walked to the pantry avoiding his gaze.

"It's like I'm not even here," he pointed at Hypnos who followed your every move.

You grinned serving the meal, "You know he's always been a mama's boy,"

"Oh trust me, he's left it very clear," he exaggerated.

"Here you go," you handed him the bowl, realizing just now he had a big bandage wrapping almost the entirety of his stomach, "Peter, go back to bed, you should be resting, come on," you both walked back to a what should be more meaningless, but it wasn't. How could it? It was still where you made love, where you woke up wrapped in each other's arms, where you ranted for hours on end about a longer future than school, where you first thought of getting a dog, where you would randomly spark a way for Spiderman to take down a certain opponent, where you laughed at his very cheesy and god awful puns, where you taught him to stitch and clean his wounds, where you read at nights to calm his mind after a fight, where it was just you and him, against the cold, the hot, the silence, the noise, just you and him, against the world.

You almost felt pathetic at how bricks and stones could have so much power over you, pushing you further into what started as a puddle and was now an ocean.

Both of you stayed on opposite sides of the room struggling to figure out how you were gonna break the ice before it got thicker, but all those shower thoughts and practices of what you would say the next time you saw each other snapped out of your minds as soon as you wanted to remember them.

"Your mom didn't make this," he blurted out.

"What?" you shook your head getting back to reality.

"The soup, your mom never makes it without cilantro,"

"Oh, yeah, um, she forgot,"

Peter quickly smiled, a gesture that only you were able to provoke.

"What?" You knew him, you knew him so well you knew he was thinking about something but not just anything, he was thinking about something along the lines of 'You're wrong'.

"Nothing, it's just- Never mind,"

You rolled your eyes, "Just say it already,"

"You're lying,"

"I- what? No,"

"I know you made this Y/N, I've known the exact taste of your chicken soup for almost two years,"

"And your point is..."

"Well, I'm just confused, why would you lie about that?"

"Because I don't know how much I'm supposed to show you that I care, coming here is enough as it is and if you know that I made this specifically for you it might send a message that you don't what to receive,"

"Like what?"

"Like I want to get to get back together for starters?"

"Do you?"

You scratched your neck, "I don't- I don't know," you crossed your arms, "You know what? I'm gonna leave, I came to make sure that you're okay and since you are I gotta get back to... plans I had for today,"

"You're lying again, you always trail off or doubt everything you say when you lie, when you don't, you're so sure of what you're saying you could make anyone cry themselves to sleep by just the look on your face of knowing every single word that comes out of your mind is right. Meaning that not only do you don't have plans for today, you also know whether you wanna get back together or not,"

You scoffed, "You truly put the ass in smartass, Parker,"

"Thank you,"

"It wasn't a compliment," you rubbed you face, "I- I hate you,"

"That's too paused to be true,"

"Well, how about you're a jerk?" You spat.

"See? You are capable of not lying,"

"Fuck you,"

"You already did,"

And before the bickering continued your face flushed at the assimilation, you sighed, "What are we doing? We can't- well I guess we can because we already did but this is not what we're supposed to be doing,"

"Then what should we be doing?"

"I don't know, I guess I shouldn't be here in the first place," you played with the end of your shirt.

"Yet you are,"

"I'm very aware Parker, thank you," You sat beside him, "So what now?"

"I don't know," he looked down, "But I've missed you and I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry too," you admitted.

"You shouldn't be, you were right,"

"I mean yeah, I'm always right, but I should've known better than to put myself in danger like that, and I know how much you struggled with losing Gwen which is why I didn't tell you I was going in the first place because I didn't wanna worry you, and you still showed up, and you got reasonably scared," you explained.

"Whatever PTSD I get from that is not your fault, and I did get scared, terrified even, but the one time you risk your life isn't nearly as bad as how many times I've done it, and I was really fucking selfish not to notice how much that hurt you," he smoothly grabbed your hand locking your fingers with his.

And there was a spark of magic that was caused by that simple yet critical motion, a spark of magic you were so afraid of feeling you almost yanked your hand out of his grasp, but in the end, it was familiar, comforting, safe. He didn't think about it twice before kissing the back of what he was so lovingly holding onto, his jagged skin contrasting yours that was soft.

"I love you," you let out slightly hypnotized by the withdrawal of everything.

"I love you more,"

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many-fandoms54 · 2 years ago

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Everyone talks about how Mike would react to Will being Vecna’d but what about Jonathan?? His brother. The person who helped raise him. Just, let’s say Will dies. Mike is sobbing Jonathan is too so he offers Mike a hug because they both just lost the person they love the most. At that point in time the two needed each other. Nancy stood there watching in utter pain and shock because she was scared to find out the aftermath of it all. Jonathan would fall into a deep depression and would probably never heal. He would have to tell his mother and Hop that her boy is dead for good. That she didn’t have a chance to say good bye. Mike most likely would end up k!lling himself to be with Will. Jonathan had to live with the guilt that his brother was dead because he didn’t protect Will. He knew he couldn’t k!ll himself because that means his mom would have only one child left and she’s always had two boys. It would have broken her heart.

Next season is going to break us istg

#will byers #byler #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #stranger things 5 predictions #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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rottingflowrs · 2 years ago

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CW:SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS VOL 2.

I made this post the day after stranger things volume 2 came out but Tumblr was being Tumblr and deleted it .I literally didn't even realize till right now but unlucky for Tumblr I had a picture of that rant saved so I typed that shit out again.Watch me go fight Tumblr smh. I'm so annoyed bye-

TW:talking about vecnna k*lling ( let me know if I need to add more) , my grammer lmao

I'm sure now that duffer brothers do not care about poc characters or queer characters. Wtf was that ending with Robin huh ??? Her love interest was so boring I literally don't rember her name anymore andl couldn't give enough of a fuck to look it up.The duffer brothers really include so many new WHITE characters as if they're show isn't white enough as it is .They did Kali dirty, they've been doing Lucas dirty and they did Erica dirty.

1. Kali -I have a lot of opions on how women of colour are treated like disposable characters and Kali is another victim of it .Bring Kali back make her Robin's love interest. I think they're about the same age .If not her love interest she can atleast team up with El to defeat Henry/Vecna/ 001 .You hyped up 001 because he was played by pretty white boy despite him killing children( i get it Jamie Campbell Bower is pretty asf but it's weird how you excuse child murder but get mad at woc for murdering bad ppl who hurt her when she was a child. The double standards are crazy) but y'all were mad at kali for getting revenge on the people that wronged her .Then you ppl go on to say Fandom racism doesn't exist.

2. Erica-They gave her such less screen time then they did in season 3 and for what ???? She could have done something why do they always give the white characters shit to do and the ones who solve the 'riddles 'or the problem idk what to call it ??? I am not a black woman so let me know if I'm crossing any boundaries but her character feels a bit stereotypical to how Hollywood writes young black girls and black women. Priah could do so much with the character if the duffer brothers provided her an opportunity to.

3. Lucas - Lucas deserves so much .Caleb Mclaughlin deserves so much better They've been doing him dirty since season 1 .They haven't let his skills shine.HELLO ??P MAXS 'DEATH' SCENE ? SIR OMG ?? HE WAS SO GOOD OMFG.@/dufferbrothers give him more shit to do .I think the Fandom will not die if one of the other white characters has one less thing to do.

4. Robin- give her a proper love interest dude wtf was that she was literally there for 3 scenes. I honestly thought she would join the group to fight vecna in vol 2 but obvi she didn't. The duffers want to show that their diverse without bringing in actual diversity.

5. Will- He can't catch a break can he ???I honestly don't know where they're going with this whole byler thing but I was stupid enough to believe they'd do a 'confession/ mike realizing he's also gay and in love with will scene in vol 2.Byler better be canon but AFTER Mike works out his emo boy issues and has some character development.

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zelzenik · 3 years ago

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an essay on the fetishization of east asians in fandom

ok y'all

i've got multiple asks about my opinion regarding the whole Sh*rtless Z/ko Sunday thing, and i do want to preface this all by saying that i do have friends and mutuals who participate(?) in this event(?) so i am in no way meaning to shame anyone or be the fandom's purity police as some anons have been claiming i'm attempting to be, lol

that all being said, i am half East Asian, and upon really thinking on the reasons why this "event" in particular irks me personally, i've come to the following conclusions which i hope you will read through with an open mind.

there's nothing necessarily "wrong" with this "event" to most people. yes, Z/ko is a bunch of pixels. yes, he's a cartoon character. yes, plenty of ppl draw diff characters shirtless. i'm in plenty of different fandoms that draw characters shirtless. whatever. Z/ko, however, is an East Asian coded character so i do believe that i have the right to speak on this

this "event" isn't necessarily "wrong" in terms of the fact that it technically does not actually hurt East Asians physically; however, i do believe that it is a SYMPTOM of a larger issue at hand

of course there are people who are participating in the "event" harmlessly and do not realize that they are worsening such a symptom. but there are others who are doing it intentionally which i think is very worrisome as someone who's an East Asian

the mass consumption of anime, kpop, jpop, kdramas, cdramas, media based on Asian culture such as ATLA, etc, etc, etc has led to a WIDESPREAD issue within fandom regarding the fetishization of East Asians

before you argue with me and say that is not true, i ask that you peruse the fandoms of popular animes or kpop groups (like BTS)

for years, East Asians have dealt with racism and hate and dehumanization regarding sex work and war brides and the Chinese Exclusion Act and the Japanese internment camps and all this other really terrible stuff that i will not get into at the moment because it's too upsetting for me to even discuss (i urge you to Google). that all being said, now, we (East Asians) not only have to deal with the trauma of those sorts of issues, but we also are forced to watch as our people are sexualized and fetishized to disturbing degrees

Sh*rtless Z/ko Sunday is an example of how this phenomenon has manifested itself even in the Z/tara fandom. in the past year or so, a few key members of the Z/tara fandom has always insisted that the Z/kka fandom fetishizes both Z/ko and S/kka. but, if that's the case, then what is Sh*rtless Z/ko Sunday?

it's yet another way that a bunch of pixels that are meant to represent an East Asian coded boy (don't you dare tell me he's "just from the Fire Nation" shut the hell up) wind up fetishized by primarily wh/te women!!

again, i don't give a damn about what you do or what you post as long as it's tagged properly, but i do want you to understand the ramifications of what you post. think of all the East Asians who are literally traumatized because of people constantly pulling their eyes at us or using our cultures/looks as an aesthetic (like the foxeye trend) or fetishizing us and our culture while k/lling us and being racist to us (like the mass shooting in Atlanta, Georgia, where several East Asian women who were working at spas were m/rdered)

even the argument "Z/ko's just a bunch of pixels!!" pisses me off because who do you think he's supposed to represent??!! what do you think he means to all the little East Asian kids who've never seen themselves represented onscreen before?!!!

don't even get me STARTED on the way that K/tara is dealt with within the Z/tara fandom. i'm not brown so i won't speak on such an issue personally, but i do know that many of my friends who are have been incredibly frustrated with the way K/tara is treated in fandom too

if you're wh/te or even just not East Asian, please consider what i've said. before you release content, consider what you're contributing toward the dehumanization and fetishization of East Asians. it's frustrating and painful to constantly see our people or characters who are supposed to be representative of our people fetishized in fandom, esp by wh/te people.

#zutara #zel meta #tw racism #tw violence #tw fetishization #tw hate crimes #repost because the original didn't even show up in the main tag

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kaypeace21 · 3 years ago

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Rebel Robin podcast (ep 3 &4 analysis)

For those who haven’t read them yet. Here’s the analysis for podcast ep 1&2. Analysis of Rebel Robin book-here. And eastereggs from rebel robin novel- here.

So the main things I noticed in ep 3 was how Robin spying was shown as a huge NEGATIVE-and Mr Hauser got upset over her doing so. Robin listens to mr. Hauser’s phone call (like Karen with Mike in s3/ us gov spying on calls in s1) & on a different occasion Robin also eavesdrops on a private convo he is having with someone else in his classroom ( like El spying on Mike talking to Lucas in s3). And when he finds out about this he tells her how wrong it was to spy on other people like that. In the past, I also talked about how the theme of spying is shown for many other st characters ( in the show) and how it isn’t romanticized like people think it is- here .

Anyways , Ep 3 ends with a call from a h*mophobic teen( Dash) telling Robin to “stay away” from Mr. Hauser cause he’s “dangerous”. Why he thinks he’s dangerous is solely for the fact he’s gay.I think this theme may come into play in s4 Hawkins (in relation to the satanic panic). In ep 4 Robin jokes to (gay) Mr. Hauser : “ So what are you into... satanism?” (Sadly most queer people have been told over and over we’re going to hell for being gay/lgbt+. it’s sadly an almost universal experience.) For those unaware- the ‘satanic panic’ was a right wing christian movement in the 80′s that WRONGLY associated certain things with supposed satanism. Just some of the many things they demonized : rock music , stephen king , wearing black, horror/fantasy media, and of course queer people and d&d (hellfire club - the name is a a xmen ref but in the show it’s probably an inside joke about the satanic panic and people being scared of d&d). We see foreshadowing of the satanic panic hinted in s3 (in relation to d&d)- on tv the narrator asks if “satanism” (pans to d&d set) is to blame for the odd occurrances in Hawkins. And given how the s4 el-trailer had the clock say 3:00am for the “witching hour” also called “the devil’s hour” since it’s supposed to be a subversion of jesus dy*ing at 3:00 pm. And the possibility s4 may take place around Easter. I think we’ll see that religious (Christian) extre*sm causes many people in Hawkins to interpret the supernatural as ‘satanic’. And no , I’m obviously not talking poorly about all religious/christian people).

After this Mr. Hauser jokes how Hawkins is like “lord of the flies” and how he “worries” what would happen if teens were left to their own devices-like in the book. The themes in the book mostly focus on the dangers of ‘mob mentality’ and how human beings can become v*olent and turn on each other- if the safety of civilization disappears...

This I believe is foreshadowing - i mentioned in a post a while back (here). How movies on the s4 list had the theme of : a supernatural event indirectly causing towns people to act irrationally and turn on eachother v*olently. Despite literal monsters attacking them from outside (they chose to turn on eachother instead). In the end some townspeople become the real monsters via mob mentality/v*oence/false witch hunts (the mist, the birds, etc). In ‘the birds’ (while people are hidding in a store)- they wrongly blame certain characters for the supernatural chaos. Similarly, in ‘the mist’ (crowd of townspeople are trapped in a store) and some start interpreting the monsters as being sent as punishment by god- some town’s people start quoting the bible and saying the only way to stop the punishment is to start “sacrificing the s*nners and nonbelievers”. BIG YIKES.ST references mapple street (where the wheelers and sinclairs live). It’s based on the twilight zone ep of the same name “The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street” .The ‘monsters’ of that episode -were the townspeople turning on eachother because they incorrectly think their own neighbors are part of an invading supernatural army. The enemy was actually the paranoia/mob mentality-not the supernatural force they feared. And yes i do think this concept is linked with 80s satanic panic and will cause some town division/obstacles for our heroes to deal with . **I also think the s4 bts of the Hawkins blood clinic-may be used to show h*mophobia (linked to satanic panic) in the town. Like in one s4 movie “paradise lost”the punk rock boys who were into black clothes, rock music , horror/stephen king books- were accused by the town’s people of being gay AND have demonic powers that are k*lling fellow town’s people.

Mr Hauser says he thinks steve Harrington is Ralph from lord of the flies. And Robin disagrees saying he’s Jack. Personally- since this was when Robin didn’t know/hated Steve. I think Mr hauser is right that Steve is Ralph (one of the oldest boys) who’s “commitment to civilization and morality is strong”. But Jack (perhaps the popular s4 kid Jake?) and his savage crew take control of the group and start trying to attack Ralph and his friends (steve’s crew- over satanic panic?). How this begins is -

Jack, torments Ralph and others. And some kids begin to develop savage personalities, after someone claims to have seen a Beast (demongorgan?) in the woods. This creates fear among the boys, which allows Jack to access more power.Ralph gets into an argument with Jack, who splits from the tribe. Many of the other boys follow Jack, who uses fear to manipulate the boys into leaving Ralph. And Jack’s crew begin attacking Ralph and his friends.

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Ok, next topic of ep 4- the sentimental part of my brain got emotional when hearing how upset Robin was. And than Mr Hauser-telling her she’s wrong and she’s not “broken” or “rotten” and “nothing about her needs to be fixed’” (got me right in the feels) . As a queer person- I feel like every lgbt+ kid/teen needs to hear what Mr. Hauser said to Robin.

However, the analytical part of my brain -did notice some easterggs/ series parallels.

The convo starts with them talking about music Mr hauser likes (such as Bowie). And transitions to Mr Haauser asking about things she likes, whether she’s being bullied, and he later tells her “ DON’T let other people’s small mindedness make you fell bad about yourself. you don’t need to change yourself-no matter what anyone else says” . And Mr Hauser than says him calling her the “weirdest girl in Hawkins” was a compliment (not an insult-like she initially assumed).

This is remarkably similar to certain scenes in s1/2. In s1, Jonathan mentions musicians he likes such as Bowie, asks Will about what he likes, and tells Will “don't like things cause people tell you you’re supposed to-especially not him (their dad who called him h*mophobic names)” . In s2, Jonathan tries to cheer Will up after asking if he's being being bullied. And calls Will “a freak” (and says it’s a good thing) and he should be content with being a “freak “ and compares Will to Bowie ( who was openly queer since the 70s) .

In ep 4, Robin also mentions how sad she is that her parents won’t let her ride her bike anymore cause their paranoid about her safety (like what happened to Will in s2).

Robin (before Mr. Hauser comforts her) says she feels like she has a “rot” inside her . This is a s2 eastergg that could be linked to either Will or El. Will says his now-memories are “growing”, spreading”, and killing.” Later Kali says the emotional pain caused by her father caused a “wound” to “spread”. Later allusion-Brenner tells El she has a “terrible wound “ (“a rot”) that Will “grow, spread, and kill.”

The reason Robin rants about feeling like she has a “rot” inside her is because she’s being bullied, and lost all her Hawkins friends and says “maybe I’m broken maybe there is just something about me that drives people away? I’m the only common denominator-there’s something wrong with me! There’s something inside of me that’s just rotten and there’s nothing i can do to fix it”. Which 1)-poor Robin. 2) I feel like could easily be How Will feels in s4(who will be the same age as Robin is here in the podcast)- his dad abandoned him, all his hawkins friends are gone , the st s4 movies have h*mophobic bullying in them (and he was bullied in the past). In a interview Noah said Will in s4 “doesn’t really get along with people-it’s just him and Mike.” I think it fits more so with Will than El . But they may feel similar: it’s implied in s4 audition tapes she’ll be bullied too, she moved away from her friends, and her father (Hopper) fake “passed away.” It could easily be how both Will and El feel in s4- that there is something “broken”/ “rotten” about them . In fact, in the rebel Robin novel there is even a character named Sheena. Sheena reminds me a bit of a mix between Will and el . She is very quiet, queercoded, and is often bullied. And she finds mean notes and other things stuffed in her locker- placed there by bullies. A bit like how Will found the zombie-boy note in his locker. A teacher doesn’t stop her bullying just blames her and says “ This wouldn’t happen if you made it just a smidgen easier for PEOPLE to understand you.”(sort of reminding me of that Noah quote about s4 Will not getting along with most people/Jonathan saying not to change himself cause “people” say to). But sheena can be another name for Jane (there was also a 80s show character named Sheena who was psychic) so ...maybe foreshadowing of el/jane being bullied in highschool? Along with Will?

*It’s not a eastergg/parallel...just speculation. Unlike the rebel robin book... in the podcast (in multiple episodes) almost every time she opens up to Mr Hauser about her problems she says it’s ok for him to do the same and she’ll be supportive and listen. However, Mr Hauser (so far) always rejects her offer-much to her hurt/frustration. In ep 4, she asks if he has someone his “own age” he can talk to about his problems-which he says he does. Now... since in ep 4 Mr hauser is paralleled to Jonathan maybe Jonathan will have someone his own age to talk to about his problems (maybe his new friend Argyle?) We see similar to Mr Hauser giving advice/pep talks to (gay) Robin. Jonathan is always giving advice/peptalks to our (gay-coded) Will. But so far- Jonathan has no one he really emotionally leaned on in the same way (Will does with Jonathan). I also wonder if Will in s4 starts gets tired of how he always confides in Jonathan (but Jonathan never does the same with Will in return)? Like Robin with Mr. Hauser?

#robin buckley #steve harrington #will byers #el hopper #jonathan byers #stranger things #stranger things theory

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