#i have no idea how hes real. i don't even plan on becoming an idol ever but hes just my role model too

[sleepless-crows]

i love choi yeonjun so much

[piracytheorist]

Been thinking about Nightfall wanting to "awaken the heart buried within Twilight" and I'm like... how exactly is she planning on doing that? It doesn't look like she really understands Twilight, she only sees the idolized image of him that she's built in her mind.

Her only ambitions driving her to perfection (and, to her credit, she does actually achieve a great level of physical discipline that a spy needs to survive) are the ones of her ending up as Twilight's real wife and life partner. She doesn't seem to share any of his dreams, she doesn't even seem to appreciate a possible world where children are happy - which is Twilight's core motivation, so ingrained in him that he kept fighting for it even when he hadn't actively thought about it for a long time.

The reason Yor and Anya are the ones awakening his feelings is because they are way more connected to his ambitions and motivations. Anya reminds him of himself and how important it is to him to protect children's innocence and happiness. Yor has similar motivations, and he actually, canonically thinks of her as someone suitable to inherit the world he wants to create, and maybe I'm taking a bit of liberty here by saying he probably wishes he'd had someone like her to protect him when he was young and defenseless.

So, without even trying, just by being themselves, Yor and Anya connect with him and awaken all the emotions that have motivated him as a spy from the very start. Nightfall has literally dedicated her entire existence to becoming the perfect partner for Twilight, but in her effort to become perfect she has completely lost what actually matters to the man behind the Twilight spy persona. In fact, she may have actually ended up at the opposite side. She believes that after the war Twilight will want to reminisce over old times and tour old battlefields with her when we as the audience keep getting hints that he finds no pride or happiness in being a spy, other than having the chance to protect the world.

Nightfall is hard to relate to not only because she's mean and selfish. It's also because she has dedicated herself to a false, empty promise that was based on Twilight's fame. I'm guessing Twilight never shared his inner feelings and motivations that drove him to become a spy, so Nightfall has no idea how much of a sensitive person he really is, beneath all the masks he puts on. And she's doing all that in an effort to make him notice her, praise her, and eventually choose her as his romantic partner, but everything about it is hopeless.

In a way it's a very interesting way to present her character, as she's willingly becoming a Satellite Love Interest, and everything about her plan, from mistaking Twilight's motivations and personality, to treating Yor and Anya horribly, to reaching for a goal the audience knows is unachievable shows why you can't be like that in reality. I could even say it's a commentary and satire of Satellite Love Interests, making a brilliant example of how such characters can work if they're consciously written that way.

(Anime only fan here, don't spoil me for the manga)

[constantfragmentation]

I've read all your Silco fics.

After watching Season 2, I need you to write a young feral Silco. I know you have a story started, but are you going to finish it? What's your view on a young silco before the betrayal?

Oh boy.

I started writing my Young!Feral!Silco a couple of years ago. I created a female OC before I knew about the Felicia thing.

My idea was that Silco hated everything about himself after the drowning and made himself into another man.

So, I was going to play with a bit of a more feral Silco that is exactly the brains and Vander the braun. I also wrote Silco as bisexual because I wanted to play with his relationship with Vander on a few levels. Silco has him on a pedestal, they are secret lovers and soon Silco begins to see Vander is changing and not for the better.

My Young!Silco is a bit more potty-mouthed, willing to get his hands dirty, deadly with a knife, and finding his strength, which is his keen mind. He is the planner and the mastermind, but Vander takes the credit. People follow a man like Vander, not a skinny brain like Silco.

It's starting to become a bit of a problem because Vander is beginning to rebel from Silco's plans or become weak in his eyes. I was thinking of Vander not liking that Silco really is the power in their duo. Without him, Vander couldn't plan shit and Silco is figuring that out.

My female OC is introduced like a sibling they pick up, who has skills in creating weapons, etc (very Jinx-like mentorship) and she and Silco are bro/sis for a bit until things start to change between them. Vander kind of sees Silco of picking up a stray, protecting a kid sister. He can't see there are real feelings developing until shit hits the fan.

I will be playing with the betrayal and drowning. I'm including a young Sevika.

Silco is torn because he idolizes Vander but it's a relationship on Vander's terms. He ends us using the OFC in the same fashion (because that's what he's learned from Vander) and finds he likes the control, only real feelings are getting in the way.

OFC sees Silco as he really is. He is the power and doesn't need Vander and enables him. She also sees Vander changing too but Silco doesn't see it as soon and denies his brother would back down from the rebellion.

I don't know if I want to use Felicia (keeping her as a friend only to V/S) but my OFC takes it the wrong way and thinks something is going on with the two men and her and jealousy kicks in.

I have a whole slew of plot ideas that break Vander and Silco. Betrayal on many different levels for several characters.

Fast forward to post-Vander's death and Jinx is still little, OFC returns to the Underground (after feeling betrayed by Silco all these years) only to find him as we know him in S1 Act 2.

I originally wrote in third person limited but after writing my other fics as reader insert, I changed it but now I'm thinking of rewriting back in third person again because the OFC has a name, specific look, personality, etc.

I never wrote 'reader insert' ever before until my Bend fic.

I really want to explore an young, rebel Silco. After the drowning, he tears apart everything and makes himself a new man. Older Silco now, never curses. He is more calm, calculated and even more ruthless. He cares for no one (until Jinx) because attachments made him weak when he was young.

He let a woman in to see himself. He put his best friend/lover on a pedestal so high, so when reality came crashing down, it really hurt him deeply.

I really love Silco as a character. There is SO much to play with. By keeping him rather vague, opens the door to so much creative characterization on how he would handle certain situations, how was he different or his true self bubbled under the surface.

I love figuring this man out.

That little blup flashback in S2 has brainrotted me to death. I really want to play in that area now.

[aritsukemo]

hi!! if your reqs are open for drabbles / headcanons can i ask for a kel x reader but the reader is a popstar? feel free to ignore and have a nice day!! ^^

Kel with popstar!reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Genuinely did not know what to do with this. 😓 I was planning for this to be longer and add stuff like "Kel would go to your concerts and blah blah blah blah", but it all honesty, I just don't see him doing that. NOT because its not in his character to do so, but more so because I just don't see him leaving Faraway Town to go anywhere and because I really think his mom would be a big issue. ( Besides, I find it cuter imagining him watching you on tv and cheering you on as if he were actually there )

↪ For a long time, Kel never knew about your profession. You never talked about it with him and he never asked. Yes, you were often busy doing who knows what and he wouldn't see or hear from you for days or even weeks at a time but he never really stuck his nose in your business. ( Not that he could. You were great at changing the subject of a conversation so even when he tried, you'd just talk about something else and he'd eventually forget what he was originally asking about.. )

↪ How he found out was his parent's fault. They had been watching an award show on tv when they spotted you, who was performing one of your popular songs, and told him.

↪ When Kel confronted you about it a few days later, you had a mini heart attack but came clean about everything since you saw no point in hiding the truth from him any longer.

↪ As you explained to him the real reason for moving to Faraway Town, Kel didn't really notice how upset you were getting until you were practically cursing up a storm and shedding a few tears. You had a rough childhood, growing up with eyes on you all the time and never being able to make a genuine friend at your hometown or relax without being judged. You ranted about the stalker you had and certain fans who seemed more interested in shoving cameras in your face than actually meeting you and how you moved to Faraway Town because you were under constant stress and so much more. It was the first time Kel ever saw you so worked up about something.

↪ You expected that after finding out that you were a popstar, Kel would start treating you differently like many had done in the past but that never happened. In fact, he acted as if he never found out about your secret in the first place which greatly surprised you.

↪ When you asked him about it, he was confused. Yeah sure, you're on tv a lot and go on tours and are a great singer and stuff, but you're still Y/n. Why would he treat you any differently? ( While he was talking about it, you got all teary-eyed again which made him even more confused. He didn't think he said anything mean or offensive so why are you crying?? )

↪ Ever since then, Kel has become a sort of staple in your life. You tell him everything and spend every amount of time you don't spend practicing or singing for an audience with him. He makes you feel..well, normal. He makes you feel like deciding to pursue a career as a pop idol wasn't such a bad idea after all..

↪ Who knew you, one of the most famous pop idols in the country, would find their best friend in a place called Faraway Town? You certainly didn't.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[sunshinejeonglixie]

Only You

tags: sfw, gender neutral reader, !!eating disorder!!, sad but comfort (if that even makes sense, like its sad but changbin makes it better), supportive helpful bf changbin

description: reader struggles with an eating disorder after comparing themselves to the other idols changbin is around all the time, he comes in and takes care of them and gets them back into a more positive mindset and healthier habits

a/n: i'd been thinking recently about how much i love changbin & his health positivity and how much he preaches a "take care of yourself don't worry about the amount of food" kind of mindset and i just love it so much so then this idea came to mind. anyways, y'all please take care of yourselves please know that your health is so much more important than any number, any looks, anything & you are so loved just the way you are.

!!Everything written here is fiction, not meant to be taken as real life, if anything here makes you uncomfortable please just block & move on!!

“Only down 4 more pounds?” you whisper to yourself, staring at the scale in front of you.

Every week you check, and every week there is more disappointment.

Over the past 2 months you’ve lost about 5 or 6 pounds a week, trying more and more to get that number to go up. You’d wanted it to be more, trying more to get past a certain mark. Only having one light meal each day and working out more than you should. Is it a healthy thing? No, and you know that. But it’s what needs to be done in your mind.

This habit started after you went to music shows with your boyfriend, Changbin, more often recently. You’d seen some of the other idols, admired them, saw how everyone loved them and chased after them. Consistently complimented their bodies and their looks. You’re not sure why it got to you so much, it’s not like anyone said anything bad to you, you just wanted people to see you that way too. Maybe if you lost weight, they would look at you like that, treat you that way too, you thought.

You decided from that point you’d cut down on the amount of food you eat and increase time at the gym with Changbin. You’d already been going with him pretty regularly, so the increase wasn’t too suspicious or anything. The difficult part was hiding the fact you weren’t eating more than a small meal each day. Changbin was very attentive, especially with food. Always trying to get you to try new things, share his food with you, and make sure you were well taken care of.

You’d been able to brush him off a bit, which you felt a bit bad about if you’re being honest, and just convince him you were already full or didn’t want to try what he was offering. You’d hoped he wasn’t catching on, but you started to wonder if maybe he noticed more than he let on. When you’d have food together he always started by trying to feed you first, trying to get you to have a little more, things like that.

Your secrets and plans all came crashing down in one day. It started in the morning with you going over to the dorms to hang out with the members, at this point they weren’t just his friends they were yours too. Lee Know had made a special breakfast and immediately brought you some to try. The look on his face when you told him you didn’t want any definitely made your heart sting a bit, he always showed his love through providing for others so when his friend didn’t want any it hurt him a bit, even if he tried to hide it.

“Changbin already headed off to the gym y/n” I.N says through a mouthful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Lee Know scolds.

“Thanks Innie, I was actually coming here to hang out with you guys though.” You smile.

“ooo, come with us to dance today?” Felix asks.

“I don’t have any dance clothes with me. I’ll watch though!” you explain, trying to make any excuse to get out of it just in case it could reveal any of your bad habits.

“You can borrow some of mine if you want.” Felix smiles at you, always a helper.

“Oh… yeah alright I’ll go then.” You start to become nervous, damn Felix and his consistently helpful nature.

They all smile, glad to have an extra friend coming with them today. You can’t help but become a bit nervous though, show any signs of weakness or any of the habits you’ve created, and they’ll all know.

After everyone is done with breakfast you all get ready for dance and head off to the company. You in some shorts of yours you found in Changbin’s room and one of Felix’s T-shirts he let you borrow.

Once you get to the company some of the other members meet you there, all of them except Changbin and Chan are there, they were running late after finishing at the gym.

You all started warming up, stretching so there wouldn’t be any injuries. Lee Know decides they’ll just start without Changbin and Chan for a bit and they can catch up later. They ask you to fill in one of the spots since you know almost every Stray Kids choreography.

Everything is going fine for a bit, you’re tired and it’s hard since you’ve not eaten anything to keep your energy up today but it’s fine. You can work through it you think.

That is until you start to get a fuzzy feeling, the room starts to spin. You try to step to the side and sit down but it’s too late. You pass out and hit the ground, hard.

Of course, everyone immediately becomes super concerned. Lee Know stopping practice and taking charge, telling Felix to find out where Changbin is and having I.N run downstairs to the medical office in the company.

You’re not out for long, 5 minutes maybe, but that feels like an eternity to the panicked boys.

As soon as you start to wake up you see the JYP nurse sitting on one side of you, Lee Know on the other, and Felix running back in with Changbin and Chan directly behind him.

“Hyung what happened?” Changbin asks Lee Know

“We were doing dance practice and they just dropped, we’re not sure.” Lee Know explains, moving out of the way for Changbin to take his spot sitting next to you.

“Baby what happened? Are you ok?” Changbin takes your hand, almost in tears with worry.

All of it is very overwhelming. Your whole body filled with panic, knowing that you’ll have to explain something and that all your unhealthy habits will be revealed. Everyone is watching you with concern, not sure how to respond to anything.

“All your vitals are ok, have you had anything to eat within the past 24 hours?” the nurse asks.

“Um…” you hesitate, knowing you need to tell the truth, but at the same time ashamed of the truth.

“No. I haven’t.” you stare at the floor, not willing to look at anyone around you, feeling they’re all going to be disappointed.

“I imagine that’s the problem then. Have a good meal, get some rest, and you should be ok. Don’t do any more intense physical activity without proper amounts of food and water.” The nurse scolds before packing up her things and tells you to come visit her if you have any more issues.

You nod, tears filling your eyes, no words to explain the feelings going through your body right now.

“Nothing in the past 24 hours?” Changbin whispers

You can’t bear to listen to his disappointment. Before anyone can react you push yourself off the floor and walk out the door.

Back in the practice room everyone has different levels of shock and confusion. No one knows how to react until Lee Know speaks up.

“Well go talk to them, aren’t you going to?” He looks at Changbin.

“Yeah, right, of course I am.” Changbin stands up, following Lee Know’s instructions, as if he hadn’t even had a full thought until Lee Know said that.

Changbin walks out of the practice room, walking down the hall to find you sitting at the top of the stairs, crying.

“I know you’re mad, you don’t have to tell me.” You say before he can even get a word out.

“I’m not mad.” He says while sitting down next to you and grabbing your hand.

“Yes you are, I made a stupid decision and got myself hurt because of it. You have every right to be mad.”

“I’m not mad.” He repeats before continuing.

“I’m concerned as hell, but I’m not mad.”

“You should be mad.” You say through more tears.

“No. I shouldn’t be, and I’m not.” Changbin says, trying not to cry just from seeing you struggle.

“y/n when was the last time you had a meal? A real full meal?”

“Tuesday evening when we had dinner together.” You mutter, almost quiet enough he’s not sure he heard correctly.

“Baby it’s Thursday morning. Have you had any sort of snacks or anything since then?” he asks, growing more and more worried.

“I had a piece of toast yesterday morning.”

Changbin is speechless, trying to find the right words.

“We need to get you something to eat baby.” He says, standing up.

You nod, knowing he’s right but still too nervous to look at him.

“Lee Know always keep snacks in his backpack, I could get those from him and then come back and we can talk more before we go get lunch?” He asks.

You shake your head; you don’t need everyone to know everything yet.

“I can’t tell them… they’ll be mad too.” You whisper.

“Baby I won’t tell them anything you don’t want them to know. They won’t be mad at you, just like I’m not mad at you. We’re all just worried.”

“I wanna go home.” You cry, grabbing his hand to pull him back next to you.

“Ok, we can go home. I’ll take you home, we can order some lunch to be delivered, and we’ll talk.” Changbin says, wrapping his arms around you.

He picks you up off the floor, holding you in his arms before setting you back on your feet.

“I’ll go get our stuff and then we can go, yeah?” He asks.

You nod and let him go to walk back to the practice room.

Once he walks back into the practice room, he’s met with a mixture of many different things. Questions, worries, and even some tears from a worried Hyunjin.

“Is everything ok?” Felix asks.

“I’m working on it; I’m just coming to get our stuff and then we’re going home for the day.” He explains.

“We’ll keep working here, we’ll stay out of the dorm for a while so you can talk.” Chan says.

“Thanks, hyung, coming back around dinner time is fine.”

He takes both of your guys’ bags and heads back out to you, grabbing your hand and taking you home.

The walk home is hard, both mentally and physically. The exhaustion is still getting to you and mentally your brain won’t stop moving. Once you guys get back to the dorms Changbin leaves your stuff in his room and brings you to sit at the table, quickly ordering food to be delivered.

“How long have you been doing this?” Changbin asks.

“A bit over 2 months…” you admit, no point in lying to him about it now.

Changbin’s heart shatters into a million pieces at this point, his baby has been feeling this way and not taking care of themselves all this time and he didn’t know.

“I’d noticed you’d lost weight, but I thought it was just because you’d been coming to the gym with me so much.” He says, his voice filled with guilt.

“Binnie you couldn’t have noticed.”

“What changed? What made you start feeling this way?”

This question brings more tears, knowing you’re going to have to tell him the truth and confess all the terrible thoughts you’ve been having is hard.

“When I went to the music shows with you, I saw everyone there and how good they looked and how much everyone complimented them… I figured if I lost weight, looked like them, maybe I’d be better for you. People would look at me like that too.” You confess.

“But you’re so beautiful baby, you don’t need to be like them. Especially not for me. I chose you; I didn’t choose them. I chose you because I want you exactly as you are.” He comforts.

“But you’re so perfect Binnie, and I’m just-“ you start before he cuts you off.

“Don’t you dare say anything negative. You’re absolutely beautiful and amazing and I love you so much. I’m not perfect, no one is, but that’s ok. I don’t need you to be perfect I need you to be healthy and safe, I need you to be you.” He says before pulling you from your seat at the table into his lap in his seat.

Instinctively you hold yourself up a bit, not relaxing all your body onto him. He immediately notices this and pulls you closer before speaking.

“Relax, don’t hold your weight off of me, you’re so gorgeous.”

“I’m too heavy Bin” you mumble.

“No, you are not, I lift more than this in the gym every day.”

“I was gaining too much before.”

“Baby no you were not, you were gaining whatever your body needed. Healthy bodies aren’t always tiny and that’s ok. That’s still beautiful.”

His words really do bring lots of comfort, even if you don’t fully believe him yet. Finally, you hear a knock at the door and the food is delivered.

“Let me make your plate for you please.” He asks, and you nod. Knowing it’s probably for the best.

He sets a plate down in front of you, not an overwhelming amount of food, but enough.

“When you’re finished with that if you’re still hungry there’s more.” He says

“Thank you Binnie.”

“Anything for my baby.”

After you guys eat, and he very closely monitors all that you ate, you guys decide to watch a movie to take your minds off the stress of the day.

Once the movie is over he tells you that you guys need to create a plan. One day of talking isn’t the end of this and you both know it.

“I want you to stay here for a while.” he asks, wanting to be able to keep an eye on you when needed.

“Binnie this is so much farther from work I can’t walk all that way.” You remind him.

“You can take my car; I’ll walk to work or take Lee Know’s car when I need it.”

“Alright. I’ll need to get a lot of stuff from my apartment if I’m gonna be here a while.”

“That’s fine, I’ll make space in my closet, and we can go pick stuff up tonight.” He agrees before continuing.

“I don’t want you eating by yourself for a bit.”

“Binnie I can eat a meal by myself.” You say.

“Love, please, just for some peace of mind. I want you to eat with me, the members, your family, your friends, someone just for a while. I need to make sure you’re actually eating.”

You understand where he’s coming from, agreeing that it’s probably a good idea.

“Anything else?” You ask.

“Not at the moment, if I think of something else I’ll come to you.” He says.

“I appreciate your concern Binnie.”

“I just love you so much baby I have to take care of you.”

Later that evening the rest of the members return from the JYP building, by that point you’d fallen asleep in Changbin’s room, exhausted from the day’s events.

Changbin walks out to greet the members, asking what they got done during dance practice.

“Absolutely nothing.” Lee know says with a slight irritation in his voice

“Where’s y/n?” Felix asks Changbin.

“In my room sleeping.”

“Are they ok?” Hyunjin asks, stress still in his face.

“They’re fine, we’ll talk about it later. Why didn’t you guys get any work done?”

“Why do you think?” Chan laughs

“You guys didn’t have to spend the whole day stressing I have it under control” Changbin is thankful they worry about you like he does but also worried they didn’t get any work done all day.

“I tried telling them that but apparently I ‘don’t know shit’ according to Han & Felix” Lee Know says with an eye roll.

“Hyunggg we said we were sorry for saying that” Felix whines.

“Yeahhh we were just worried we didn’t mean it.” Han agrees.

“Whatever I’m not really offended but don’t you people think that if something was a major emergency that Changbin couldn’t handle he would ask for our help??” Lee Know says, sounding like this is a point he’s made about a thousand times today.

“Let it go. We’ll get stuff done tomorrow.” Chan says before anyone can reply to Lee Know.

Slowly you wake up after hearing the voices in the living room, worried about what everyone has to say, but glad they’re home. You’d felt a little bad basically kicking them out of their house for the day. You decide to just get it over with and head out there, any questions you can’t answer or anything that becomes too overwhelming can be taken on by Changbin. He’d already promised he’d help you talk to them.

As soon as you walk out the bedroom door you’re met with smiles and hellos from everyone.

“Hi baby, did you sleep well?” Changbin asks, coming over to hug you.

“mhm, your bed is so comfy.”

The silence from everyone is a bit awkward for a second, no one knows quite what to say until Lee Know walks into the kitchen to do dishes which seem to unfreeze everyone, and they all move to do their own things.

The next couple days are slightly stressful, having to explain what happened to everyone and Changbin recruiting them to what he calls the “y/n protection squad”. When you asked what he was protecting you from he responded very seriously with “your brain” which made you giggle.

There’s always someone there with you when you have a meal, even if you both just eat next to each other while you do separate things, there’s always someone making sure you actually eat the meal. It’s not easy at first, getting back to eating more than one meal a day is a slow process, so your body doesn’t react too weirdly to it. The first day you ate more than 2 meals a day you got a stomachache for the rest of the day, so you’ve decided it’s gonna be a slower process.

It's also a difficult process because of the stress and anxiety you still feel eating “so much” even though it’s a healthy amount. Changbin has forbidden use of the scale for a while, just to keep your mind off the numbers and back on the health side of it.

“Numbers on a scale have nothing to do with how you feel or what your body needs” he reminds you when you think of weighing yourself again.

It’s nearly a year before your eating habits are more stable and healthier again, and even at that point you can still have some rocky moments. Over that year you’ve gone back to those bad habits twice, always saved and pulled back by Changbin and the other members. You still eat with someone else for about 95% of your meals, not because Changbin tells you to anymore but because he was right, it really does bring you comfort and help you finish a meal without panicking too much about it.

One of the biggest struggles came when they had another comeback, and you went back to the music shows with them. Changbin told you he’d understand if you didn’t want to go but that you were more than welcome to come. Seeing some of the other idols talking about their diets and how much they’ve lost really sent you into a bit of a panic.

You’d walked back to the Stray Kids dressing room in tears, just looking for anyone to try and pull you out. You found the whole group there, immediately you grabbed on to Changbin, explaining what had happened.

“Honey don’t worry about them and what they’re doing, ok? You do what’s healthy for you and your body. You’re so gorgeous and beautiful and I’m so proud of how hard you’re working to take care of yourself.”

“Why are you with me when you could have any of them? They’re better, prettier, smarter-“ you start to ramble before Changbin cuts you off.

“I don’t want any of them. I want you. Only you. You are special, I love you because of who you are. I don’t want you to be like them, if I wanted someone like them I’d find them. I found you because I want you.” He says before continuing.

“And for the record I think you’re the most gorgeous smartest best person in the world so don’t you dare say they’re better than you.”

He holds you close running a hand up and down your back. His words are comforting and reassuring. It makes you realize that he’s right, there’s a reason he chose you and not anyone else.

“Thank you Binnie, I love you” you say, hiding your face in his chest. Slightly embarrassed to let your insecurities get the best of you in front of everyone.

“There’s no reason to thank me baby, I will tell you these things every day until my last breath if it’s what you need to understand that I love you and you’re perfect the way you are.”

“I don’t mean to interrupt but we gotta get going soon.” Chan says before everyone starts to grab their stuff from around the room.

Once everyone is packed up and ready to go you all head out to vans to go back to the dorms. The whole ride home you just think about how loved you feel. Not just by Changbin but by all the members, of course their love is in a different way than Changbin’s but it’s still love. The amount of time, energy, and effort they’ve put into helping you all this time makes you feel so good. It’s a long road to being ok, and it’s ok to not be ok, just knowing you can ask for help and that they’ll be here to catch you when you fall is enough.

[bopinion]

2024 / 29

Aperçu of the week

“This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave.”

(Elmer Holmes Davis, US-American news reporter, author, Director of the United States Office of War Information during World War II and winner of the Peabody Award, the Alfred I. duPont Award and many more)

Bad News of the Week

Florida Governor Ron DeSantis has often been called “Trump with a brain”. The same could be said of James David “J. D.” Vance. And that's what makes him so dangerous. And his selection as Trump's running mate a clever move from the Republican perspective. Vance stands for the American Dream like no other. From nothing, as a working-class child with a drug-addicted mother, he has worked his way up through military service and law school to become a successful businessman, a bestselling author and US senator.

That sells well. As does his “age” - if you can call it that at 39. And that he comes from the Rust Belt. And, of course, that he owes his success to America and the Almighty God. His political views are arch-conservative. Migration? No. Abortion rights? No. Ukraine support? No. Climate protection? No. Understanding of democracy? No. Welfare state? No. Creepy. Where Trump is vague, Vance is clear. He doesn't just play the tough guy, but seems to really believe in his wet reactionary dreams.

And he knows how to sell his political ideas eloquently. Presumably even to those for whom Trump's populism is too crude. And he also knows how to coherently explain his original blanket rejection of his current idol (“Never-Trumper”). After all, he has proven in office that he was and will be the best president of all time.

We will probably only find out in his memoirs whether Vance donned the Make America Great Again cap out of a calculation for power or out of real conviction. Either way, he will be able to score points with the electorate, which is clearly not immune to racism, sexism, homophobia, protectionism, conspiracy theories, exclusion, predatory capitalism or xenophobia and seems to have a second planet in the trunk.

Good News of the Week

I've been waiting all weekend for the breaking news. Finally it went “pling” and I read: Tadej Pogacar from Slovenia wins the Tour de France for the third time. And I said to myself that it was probably due to the coronavirus isolation at the beach house in Delaware that Joe Biden still hasn't realized that he's up against the wall in the presidential election. Or the announced visit by Benjamin Netanyahu, to whom he does not want to show any weakness. And then came the long-awaited news on Sunday evening Central European Time: Joe Biden is withdrawing his candidacy for re-election.

Unfortunately, contrary to general expectations, Biden has failed to put in place a solid succession plan during his term of office. Now, due to a lack of alternatives, he is also making an automatic case for his Vice President Kamal Harris. Her nomination before the 2020 election was “the best decision of his life”. There are disadvantages associated with the probable nomination of Harris: her approval ratings are hardly any better than those of Joe Biden recently. She lacks a profile of her own. Her track record as Vice President is rather poor.

On the other hand, Harris also has her (marketable) advantages: She is only 59 years “young”. She is known nationwide. She should be able to reach the female electorate and those with a (relatively recent) migration background. As the running mate so far, she probably has direct access to the donated campaign funds (war chest) and structures. She's already been vetted - and I don't mean the mandatory security checks for White House positions, but the search for “dirt” by Republicans.

With Harris' endorsement and initial support from notable Democrats, the likelihood of an open contest by the convention in late August has diminished significantly - even if that would have been the more democratic way to go. Biden's withdrawal comes late, but hopefully not too late. The US electorate can still be told that there is an alternative to Donald Trump that may even be more than just the lesser of two evils. Harris just needs to credibly step out of Biden's shadow. And sell her achievements better than Biden, whose political performance is not at all reflected in his approval ratings.

Personal happy moment of the week

There are people who have obviously done everything right in their lives. After a solid working life, they take a well-paid early retirement and celebrate this change with lots of friends at a nice party in their own garden. We were allowed to be there and enjoyed draught beer and a sumptuous buffet. And I ate a lamb skewer from the grill for the first time. Thank you very much, Stefan!

I couldn't care less...

...that Friday saw the biggest IT outage in history, with worldwide repercussions for air travel, retail, critical infrastructure such as hospitals, public administration and countless companies and private individuals. The error triggered by Crowdstrike paralyzed Windows. This may be by far the most widely used operating system globally, but in our household it reaches exactly 0.0%.

It's fine with me...

...that Ursula von der Leyen was elected by the European Parliament for a second term as President of the EU Commission. She has already successfully managed to keep the reins in her hands, even though the 27 heads of government of the member states like to run in different directions. With a strengthened right-wing, fairly reactionary conservatives, the migration issue condemned to eternal insolubility and a host of vested interests, it will not be easy to keep central projects such as the Green Deal on track. But Von der Leyen can be trusted to do so. Good luck.

As I write this...

...I'm listening to a brand new album by Deep Purple. The musicians are well into their 70s, but they still let it rip. The songs sound almost like leftovers from 50 years ago that a sound engineer found while sweeping up a well-known studio in Montreux. Nice.

Post Scriptum

We Germans know what it's like to (have to) be a divided country. And we were very lucky to be able to leave this behind us. Unfortunately, other peoples, such as the Koreans, cannot claim this for themselves. And there is still a divided country in Europe too: Cyprus.

The small island in the easternmost part of the Mediterranean has been suffering from an ethnic conflict between Greek and Turkish Cypriots for 50 years now. The conflict has a belligerent character, which the two protecting powers Greece and Türkiye - both of which are members of NATO - are virtually cheering on. The demarcation line with a buffer zone that divides the island is still monitored by UN blue helmets. Sad.

[stormxpadme]

Fanfic Writer Asks:

5, 10, 17, 29

"I’m Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks"

5 - What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I'm notoriously not a huge fan of Mr. Sinister because it's just one of these things Marvel Comics has done to death, and guy's hopelessly overpowered. So aside from like 2 short oneshots, I never utilized him in my X-Men stories and my X-Men main verse.

But lately I've been thinking about a very meta kind of oneshot which arose from an Alternative Universe story for my X-Men verse that I did a while ago. A oneshot that included - and those scenes were very much part of my canon and not AU - some flashbacks of when movieverse!Scott was Essex' lab rat as a kid. That story also elaborated on how Essex has kept on meddling subtly, telepathically with Scott's life in the course of the years. In that official X-Men verse of mine, Essex has been put on ice deep under the ocean by Charles and Emma shortly before Scott came to Charles as a teenager and is mostly rendered powerless. But I like to think, very subtly, even at what is basically a coma, Essex still has a bit of influence on the real world. And of course he's never given up on the plan of creating his mutant super race and that perfect fabricated mutant child for his own uses. Since he did know somehow though, that his plan would never work as intended with Scott and Jean - cue Destiny coming in, in some way ... Bear with me, this whole thing is not finished beign plotted -, Essex decided to give Logan and Jean as his favorite parents a shot since those would be just an equally powerful combination of genes. Long story short - literally -, this would be basically the reason of why my whole version of the old X-Men movieverse happened in the end, with Essex' subtle manipulations making sure, Scott and Jean gave up on their relationship after Liberty Island because of several issues and because of Jean's attraction to Logan, not least by making sure, Scott had someone else he was attracted to and was basically out of the way of Jean's and Logan's spawn in the making. This oneshot would basically be nothing but a legitimation for writing my verse that I don't need because everything Marvel is multiverse and everything's possible and legit. So I don't really think I'm ever gonna write this, not least because I'm just not interested in doing anything longer with Essex. And I don't want to undermine what Scott and his wifey and Jean and Logan have in that verse by retconning it into something manipulated by an outsider. But the simple idea of Essex literally throwing in the face of Scott's partner for decades at this point, that she's nothing but a badly fabricated plot device? Ouch, here comes the pain. Maybe I'll do something like a vague nightmare about that thing at some point as part of a bigger story but really writing it out? Nah. I'm only that masochistic by proxy for my characters.

10 - Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Honestly with how silent fandom has become in terms of feedback, it's mostly surprise these days that there's hardly any response at all (the person sending this ask being one of the few exceptions to regularly save my day). Because every now and then I do write popular themes and somewhat popular characters and think, well, this should get some response at least. Alas. I also was slightly taken aback by the reaction of a reader to one of the rare torture/non con scenes I wrote and published lately because it felt a bit like victim blaming. Which like. Just no.

17 - What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

After writing my fictional season of American Idol, I know more about the TV and casting show business (especially about how many celebs can't even get out of bed without their first line of coke in the morning) than I ever wanted to know.

29 - Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.

I'll cheat a bit here and take that fic I mentioned above because I'm never gonna post it on AO3; as of now, it's only in our German archive. The reason for that is that I got exactly one single active reader there, and that reader fell in love with a romance in my X-Men verse that got hardly any to zero response on AO3. And since that oneshot is an Alternative Universe version to my X-Men verse, spawning from the AU idea of that romance getting a happy instead of a horrible ending, meaning, something that I wrote only for said reader for her to be happy, it wouldn't make sense, translating it and putting it on AO3. I still very much like the parts I mentioned though that are canon for my regular verse too, because sometimes I really need a bit of Scott childhood drama in my life.

Just as a preface for understanding: Avery is an OC of mine, an old childhood friend-turned-enemy of Scott's with whom he's lived together on the streets as a teenager for a while. In this scene, Emma is taking Scott and Avery together into some shared memories in their heads because they're looking for a mental signature to follow, to go where Essex has been buried who is about to wake from his coma.

“What …? How …?” “I guess that's what we're here to find out.” Emma squeezed Avery's shoulder once more and then pointed back to the lab area, where a heavy double door opened after the clicking of several locks and the beeping of a code access entered. Even though neither of them really cared to see these particular memories … They had to find out. Otherwise, all this shit would soon be a reality all over the world. With his fists clenched hard, Avery looked at the white-skinned guy, even taller than Scott and himself, who entered the room with a cheerful whistle - some French classic - on his lips, pushing a trolley with various instruments in front of him, the sight of which promptly had Avery's stomach turn again. Instinctively, his fingertips wandered back to the fresh burn on his neck, that characteristic scar which he saw reflected in blood-red on that asshole's forehead right now. Indeed, a more than clear branding as the new property of this psycho. As if. Only in the bastard's wet dreams. By now, Avery didn't even have the strength to tell himself that he didn't care that the defenseless body on that stretcher had begun to tremble noticeably since Essex's memory image had entered the room, or that he was already choking with nausea again himself when that psycho made short work of the only piece of clothing on his victim's body with an impatient telekinetic touch. “Hm.” A discontented-sounding grumble came from the stranger, from a voice about as pleasant as nails on a slate, as he looked at a few numbers on a monitor belonging to the stretcher, obviously spitting out the various results of freshly measured vital signs. “Low potassium and blood pressure again. What did I tell you, Scott? With how tall you're growing recently, I can't have you being a picky eater. If you keep starving yourself, we can solve this very quickly with a feeding tube. I don't want to have to repeat myself. Or do you want me to have to track down Alex and lock him up here instead of you just because you're being so difficult? I don't want that because your mutation is much more promising, but if you don't finally learn how to behave, you'll leave me no choice. Understood?” As there was no response from his young victim, Essex tapped the tip of a scalpel demonstratively against a spot directly on the right hip bone, which was already adorned with a huge Band-aid, with a theatrical sigh. “Yes, sir.” The tonelessness in this choked reply had Avery inevitably take a step back against the wall, away from this alienating scene. No prisoner, no matter which age, who had been subjected to such treatment for only a few days would be talking like that.

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Unlimited Veronica Translation — PIECES [track two]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

ディア ヴォーカリスト Unlimited エントリーNo.5 Veronica / モモチ (CV: 豊永利行)

- Drums: YAMATO (CV. Shunichi Toki)

- Guitar: OHGI (CV. Makoto Furukawa)

- Bass: AMA (CV. Kengo Kawanishi)

- Keyboard: SHIZURU (CV. Yoshitaka Yamaya)

Yamato: Ah, I see. That could be a good idea. Nowadays, online shopping is more popular, so it might be better to do that too.

But, what about the expiration date issue? Ultimately, that's the root of the problem in our city. What is dad saying about this?

He used to say things that seemed to be against that kind of thing. Like, "Try to use additives as little as possible”.

Oh, Momochi-kun!

Over here, over here! Sorry, but let's talk about this another time. I'm going to a drinking party now.

Mm, bye-bye.

mmc: Sorry for making you come to pick me up~

Yamato: No problem, no problem, it's on the way anyway.

mmc: By the way, did Yamato-kun get a new car again?

Yamato: Ah, did you notice? Actually, it was just delivered last week.

Yamato: I scratched the old car in the parking lot of my apartment building.

mmc: Eh, you bought a new one because of that? Or rather, you hit it pretty hard, didn't you?

Yamato: No, there wasn't even a dent, just a little paint came off.

Yamato: So, I wasn't planning on getting a new one…

Yamato: I really liked it, but you know how those salespeople at the dealership are so good at talking?

Yamato: They said, "You can upgrade to a new car with just this much from the trade-in value, even after subtracting the repair cost." I fell for it, scary.

mmc: I see. I don't have a car, so I don't really understand that kind of thing... ha ha…

[02:01] Ohgi

Ohgi: Yes, I've been able to work on idol group songs one after another lately. Thank you for listening. But they are a male group after all, and Spark is a group that shows off acrobatic dance moves.

The director was aware of that.

Thank you very much for today.

Really? I'm honored. Then, I look forward to hearing about the album.

It depends on the timing, but if there aren’t any issues, I think I can still take a few more songs. The conversation will change a bit if it's after the New Year, though.

Yes, that's right.

But, well, I'm not the one who writes Veronica's songs, so I think it'll be a while before I get too busy with that.

The thing that's keeping me busy right now is another job that I took on my own.

It's often said subtly, but for me, the reason Veronica can continue in this form is precisely because of it, you know?

There's a different kind of appeal too.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[03:25]

mmc: Oh, really? Then, was the song for that commercial also by Ohgi-kun?

Ohgi: Yes, I made it before Veronica's offer came in.

Ohgi: It feels like it's been a while since then, though.

mmc: I see... Hey, Ohgi-kun, as a guitarist of course, but even as a music producer, you're selling so well. So why Veronica?

Ohgi: Well...

Ohgi: It's because of the songs I heard.

mmc: Huh? The songs?

Ohgi: Yeah, I just thought they were amazing when I heard the songs that Momochi-kun made.

Ohgi; So I said if I could be involved even just by playing the guitar, I would.

Ohgi: And besides, lately, producing work has become my main thing.

Ohgi: I'm not dissatisfied with that, but sometimes it's good to experience things from the player's perspective.

Ohgi: There are things you can learn from it.

mmc: Hmm, I see.

mmc: Oh, by the way, it's a bit late to ask, but...

mmc: Ohgi-kun is your real name, right? It's a rare name.

Ohgi: Well, yeah.

Ohgi: But if you say that, Momochi-kun's name is rare too, isn't it?

mmc: Haha, that’s true. I was a little confused at first myself.

Ohgi: Oh… but that's your real name too, right?

mmc: Yeah.

mmc: But originally it was a pretty common name, and I suddenly had to start living with my father in the middle of elementary school.**

Ohgi: I see. Sorry. I guess I asked something unnecessary.

mmc: No, it's fine…

mmc: Just keep it a secret from everyone else, okay? I still don't know everyone very well.

Ohgi: Of course. Me too.

Ohgi: I'll pretend I didn't hear anything.

[05:34]

Shizuru: Oh, here they come. Welcome.

Yamato: Hey, Shizu. I parked the car in the usual spot, so can you keep it until tomorrow?

Yamato: If it's in the way, feel free to move it.

Yamato: OK, here's the key.

Shizuru: Got it. I'll tell the staff later.

mmc: What about Ohgi-kun and Akkun? Are they working today too?

Shizuru: Mhm. They're coming from the job site, so they'll be a little late.

Shizuru: They said it was okay to start without them, though.

Yamato: By the way, the inside of the store looks so different now!

Yamato: Did you buy this grand piano?

Shizuru: No, I just had the one from my house brought here.

Shizuru: To be honest, I haven't used it much.

Shizuru: But it seemed like a waste to just leave it as a decoration.

Shizuru: Hey, Momochi-kun, don't you notice something?

mmc: Huh? Notice what?

Shizuru: Well, I guess not.

Shizuru: Maybe it's hard to tell since the scale is different. I tried to make it look like a stage, with a little more height.

Shizuru: Remember the bar you took me to, Momochi-kun? The one near the old apartment you used to live in.

mmc: Eh?

Yamato: Oh, yeah, I remember now! Now that you mention it, it does look a little similar!

mmc: Wait, did we go to that bar together?

Yamato: We did! I remember that you took me out once a while ago, don't remember when it was though.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[07:13]

Yamato: Oh, I see. Fine. Mhm, see you later!

Yamato: No good, Ohgi can't make it today either.

Shizuru: Aw, really? So it's just the two of us in the end? Akkun is overseas now.

Yamato: We had plans for a private get-together after such a long time.

Yamato: In that case, let's try inviting Momochi-kun, even if it's a long shot~

Shizuru: Or rather, I'll just lure him in suddenly*. His apartment is quite close by, right?

Yamato: Definitely, definitely! Shall we go and see if he's up for it?

[08:05]

Shizuru: Huh, they're playing live music. That's amazing.

mmc: Yeah, it's a nice atmosphere here, isn't it?

Yamato: Do you come here often, Momochi-kun?

mmc: Not really that often... Oh, I'll have the usual.

Shizuru: Alright, then I'll have the same.

Yamato: Me too!

Yamato: By the way, sorry for just showing up at your apartment like that~! I didn't think you'd have a friend over. Is it okay that you came out to the bar, Momochi-kun?

mmc: Eh? Yeah, don’t worry. It's her friend who is visiting… ha ha…

Shizuru: Are you close with your girlfriend's friends? I envy that.

mmc: W-well, not really "close"...

mmc: Anyways, Yamato-kun, are you okay with being taken to a bar like this? I thought you said you were driving earlier...

Yamato: Yeah, I'll take a taxi back, so it's okay.

Yamato: I have another car at home, so I'll just leave it in the parking lot and pick it up when I have time.

mmc: Oh, I see. That's good, then.

[09:22]

Shizuru: Oh, do you think someone else will sing next?

mmc: Ah, yeah, that's right. That person is the resident singer here. Sometimes they play just the piano, like earlier.

Shizuru: Oh, I see. So singing is more of the main thing? I’m looking forward to it.

Yamato: By the way, what about you, Momochi-kun? What do you think of their singing? Is it good?

mmc: Eh? …Oh, yeah. They're pretty good, you know?

Shizuru: If you ask Momochi-kun, it's kind of unfair to the singer, don't you think? I mean, he can sing so well, so it's only natural to have high standards, right?

Shizuru: By the way, I've been wondering about this for a while now…

Shizuru: Momochi-kun, why did you start doing music? Was there a particular reason?

mmc: Huh?

mmc: Let me see... I didn't consciously start doing it myself, but I just naturally started doing it through my relationships with people around me... And there was a piano at home since I was little.

Shizuru: Hmm... Oh, could it be that your parents were also in the music industry?

mmc: No, it's not that big of a deal? Oh, look, it's starting.

[10:52]

mmc: Oh, yeah. I think something like that might have happened.

mmc: I see, you liked that bar. I stopped going there much after that, and I've moved since then.

Shizuru: The atmosphere was good, but above all, isn’t it the best being able to drink while listening to live music by a professional singer?

Shizuru: I want to hire an exclusive singer at my place too. It could be every weekend or every other week.

Shizuru: Does anyone know a good person? We have a piano, so they could incorporate that too.

Yamato: Shizuru can just play it himself.

Yamato: Oh, and how about Momochi-kun singing? Cheers would definitely be happy!

mmc: Eh?

Shizuru: Hmmm, I wasn't really planning on playing it myself.

Shizuru: But if Momochi-kun is going to sing, that's a different story.

Shizuru: We could make it a reservation-only event for that day.

mmc: But if we’re going to do it, we should do it properly as a Veronica live, right? I mean, isn't that what everyone wants?

mmc: This place is great but the number of tables is limited, and there will be many people who won't be able to come to listen if we do it this way… ne?

Yamato: Certainly~ If Momochi is going to sing, this place will be full in seconds.

Shizuru: Hey, don't say things like "this place." We can accommodate twice as many people as when we first opened.

Ohgi: Oh, sorry, I'm late.

Shizuru: Welcome! In fact, you're earlier than I expected.

Yamato: I wonder if Akkun is still on his way?

Yamato: Let's wait until everyone is here to make a toast. For now, let's get started, shall we?

mmc: Y-yeah. We'll just be even more delayed if we wait.

Shizuru: Okay, then let's have some hors d'oeuvres brought in for now.

Shizuru: What's everyone having to drink first?

Ohgi: I'm fine with anything.

Yamato: Actually, what do you have today? I want to choose~!

Shizuru: Um, today we have... Hey, let me show you what's in the cellar.

*"いきなりと釣っちゃう" (ikinari to tsuruccha) in this context means "to suddenly invite (someone)". The idiom "釣る" (tsuru) literally means "to fish".

**I believe Momochi means that he used to have a common last name, until he had to move in with his father in elementary school - and took on his father’s rare last name…? ;; the momochi lore ahh

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Let's talk about the insane idea promoted by the hero society that self-sacrificing and sadness is better than hurting others and feeling rage. Or in other words, how dying for other and repressing your feelings even if they destroy you is better than becoming violent and letting your rage affect the course of the daily basis.

For the hero society, submissive individuals were better. Depressed as in being unable to act was better. Passive behavior was better. It's easier to feel pity and hold some mourning for the victims before moving on as if nothing happened.

Take Deku. If he had died by suicide only a few would care. He was an unimportant quirkless kid with no real potential to be a hero. Or if he had died saving Bakugo he would have become a martyr, a quirkless kid who got to be a hero for a day before tragically dying. The end.

That is why Aizawa is mad with All Might when he sees Deku. He could have died in the UA entrance test, it was impressive but what about Deku's life. That's also what Recovery Girl told All Might in the UA Sport Festival. That's what Deku needed to learn when he started using kicks instead of punches. Self-sacrificing shouldn't be idolized by the hero society. Ultimately, it is murder in the hands of the authorities who enforce such idea.

Take the League of Villains.

Ugly victims don't get help.

⠀

Ask Tenko. Walking alone on a busy street, with blood on his hands and eyes totally lost. No one helped him. He was not a cute kid crying like Eri, he was monstrous like. His accident was not one caused by a victim. It was the abuse of his father and tje unfortunate awakening of his quirk that ended with him murdering his entire family.

If he had stayed sitting silently, unable to weep or talk or cry, he would have died and no one would have known. Society would be happy because there's no Shigaraki Tomura, right?

Touya died on a forest fire and life moved on. His dad became even more abusive and reached the number one spot on the hero charts. Like the past never happened.

Toga's neglected childhood pushed her to the point she exploded and drank the blood of someone, but because she was already a monster like looking child, she wad regarded as a danger and his parents erased her presence from their house. If she had died on the streets or gotten captured, people would just think "good, one less psycho, we can keep going with our days".

Visually, it's easier to sympathize with a crying victim full of sadness and wounds. Some animal instinct of who knows. I don't. BUT it's way harder to sympathize with someone who shows their hurt by being very disruptive, loud, angry, violent. Especially if they can't cry, singe people equals crying to regret or pain. If someone is unable to cry, there must be something wrong with them.

⠀

The League of Villains goal in the narrative at the beginning of bnha is less Stain-like (there are a few bad apples in the basket we need to purge and everything will be good again) and more of Shigaraki's own ideology: society is rotten to the bone, even the greatest of heroes is corrupted and the cycle of violence is being used by the hero society as an excuse to control the public.

Funny. It was not a lie. With Lady Nagant's story and even with Hawk's we were witnesses of how the hero society was indeed rotten. And we saw a few paragraphs above why All Might was part of the corruption, if with good intentions, but still an important part of it.

There are two main responses to trauma in bnha. The hero society prefers the one that doesn't make them look bad.

⠀

So, what's the kick?

What happened with the League of Villains would have happened eventually with any other group of individuals. It was a natural reaction to a failed system, one AFO took advantage of in order to further his plans.

There was the Meta Liberation Army, where many or his members were pro-heroes btw. There was the situation with Overhaul and the whole issue with the quirk repressing drug. You had Aoyama, the hospital full of kids Touya woke up to, etc.

In order for a change to happen, a reactive factor was needed. Individuals who were not afraid to threat the commodities of the population, their peace of mind, people willing to ne disturbing and people able to shake the hero society foundations. It's not coincidence that those individuals were the same victims who, after being passive for so long, decided peace was not an option.

Am I justifying the actions of the League and blaming everything on the heroes ? No, I'm not.

Killing is killing. Murder is murder. We're not going machiavelli on here and saying they had no other choice (both heroes and villains).

What I'm saying is that both sides were equally right and wrong. Many heroes and villains got used by bigger players in the game. Ultimately the fight started being between the institutions of power around the world and AFO. In Japan, it was the Hero Commission.

Like in any other war, many heroes and villains killed each other thinking it was the right thing to do in order to help society reach higher ground, get better, heal, be safe, whatever. Brainwashed for sure, loyal to a cause that's not loyal to them.

⠀

The kick is in balance.

You can't take the blame of other actions and punish yourself for it. You can't make others responsible of your own actions either. You shouldn't be putting your life above others and you shouldn't be putting their lives below you.

Learning to separate the responsibilities, to notice the shades in which anger and sadness mix, to be able to say "we all matter equally" and know it means a victim can be an abuser too and deserves help as much as they should be hold accountable for. These are the struggles of bnha.

Good communication to avoid mindless violence.

There's where Deku and Tomura meet, in the middle of those lines. There's where Shoto and Dabi meet, where Toga and Ochako meet.

The Messiahs vs The Judas, assigned a role to play by society, either die or be killed tragically. The moment they can shed of those roles and see each other as human beings, that's the moment things will start changing for good.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 6

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: I know that 'Make a wish' and 'Meet your hero' are two different things but for the sake of this story I do not care. You know what is meant. More kids loving Loki in this chapter. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 6: Make a wish

The next few days pass by quite uneventfully. However, there is one thing you can't get out of your head and that is how easily Loki dealt with the child. And after some thinking, you have an idea.

"Do you know what the 'Make a wish foundation' is?" you ask the God of Mischief one morning.

"I do not. But from the name, I would guess that this foundation makes wishes come true."

"Exactly. It's for kids with serious illnesses. One part of it is where kids who have to stay in hospitals permanently or long-term can meet their idols. Right now, Spider-Man is very popular, but there are also meet and greets with singers or famous artists," you explain, showing him some videos and pictures of these meetings on a tablet. "Sometimes just a double or an actor who looks like the idol comes in."

"And you want me to do something like that?" Loki laughs, but not amused. "That's something for your so-called heroes. Why would anyone want to meet me, the evil one?"

Some day you should talk to him about how he sees himself. "You wouldn't go there as a villain, but as a Norse god," you explain. "A lot of kids are interested in mythology. Especially when they're sick and are looking for comfort or answers. I went through a Roman phase myself when I was young, and I just devoured all the myths and stories."

"Pah, Jupiter is no match for us," Loki retorts dismissively, but seems to be thinking about your words, because he tilts his head and stares at a vague point. He usually does this when he is lost in thought. You give him all the time he needs.

"I'd better not ask. I don't know if I could handle knowing that more gods are real. I'd have to ask you about Jesus." You speak more to yourself than to him, but of course Loki opens his mouth, which is why you quickly add: "Please, don't answer that."

Amused, he closes his mouth again.

"You don't have to decide right now, okay? Just think about it for a little bit. I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think it was a good idea," you say, "It's about the kids. So it will be absolutely necessary that there are no incidents. There will be some rules put in place. But it would be a good opportunity to build your reputation. And I imagine you might even have fun doing it."

"I hardly think so," the Asgardian retorts.

"Why not? A room full of little Loki fans adoring you should just be to your liking."

Your words make him think. "When you put it that way, it actually sounds tempting. Fine, I‘ll do it."

That's how quickly it's decided.

You'd discussed the idea with Tony beforehand, of course. Surprisingly, he had no objections, and now that Loki has agreed, you can get down to the actual preparations and planning.

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It takes a little while until everything is organized. With the help of Doctor Stephen Strange you found a children's hospital with integrated hospice, which is outside of New York and perfectly suited for your project. You got on the phone with the staff and after a few calls you were able to set a date. They already had experience there with this type of meet and greet, although there had probably never been a god among the idols.

You did not reveal that he is a literal god. It's about the kids and you don't want to stir up suspicion in advance.

A driver takes Loki and you there, along with two agents in civilian clothes. That's standard procedure and SHIELD insists on it. The two would keep a low profile, but could step in if it became necessary. Even if it was just to keep out unwanted onlookers.

To quote the team leader, "You'd be surprised by some of the strange incidents we've had."

In the car, you give Loki a final briefing.

"It's important that you stay calm, no matter what," you remind him. "And no magic!"

"No magic that anyone notices as such," he corrects you.

"No magic that anyone notices as such," you repeat, adding, "And no chaos. I know chaos is a part of you, but in this case, please keep it to a manageable minimum."

"Yes, ma’am." Loki salutes mockingly. "No chaos, no deaths, I won't even set a single fire."

You're glad he takes it with humor and isn't offended. The truth is, you're probably more nervous than he is. This is a big deal. Not a simple lunch where the two of you are more or less alone. He's about to stand in front of kids and interact with them. Kids are unpredictable, but you trust your instincts. You wouldn't do this if you had a bad feeling about it.

"I'm sorry, I know you'll do a good job," you smile apologetically. "I trust you."

Loki's expression changes as he looks at you and nods. You get the feeling he's never looked so sincere before.

How long has he been waiting for someone to say those words to him? And mean them. Such simple words, but with a big impact.

Your attention is drawn from each other as the car stops.

You enter the hospital as a group and at the reception desk you meet the administrator and the head nurse, with whom you had spoken on the phone. A few minutes of shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries follow. Loki takes the lead on this and you let him.

He has dressed up especially for the occasion. He wears fine, Asgardian clothes, ornately decorated and an aura of royalty surrounds him. It is hard not to be captivated by him and your eyes keep wandering to him.

The head nurse - she has introduced herself as Nurse Chapel and belongs to the kind of person who is cordial but does not tolerate nonsense. You take an instant liking in her - leads you to the second floor.

"The kids are all between eight and eleven years old," she tells you along the way. "Their conditions go from cancer to genetic defects. But it has been a good day so far."

Loki doesn't know these disease names, but you explained to him ahead of time why the kids need to be here in the hospital.

"How fragile are they?" he wants to know.

"Probably less than you think. Go ahead and make them laugh from the heart. It's good for them." Chapel stops in front of a door. "Ready?" she asks Loki.

He looks briefly at you, then nods. "Yes."

The head nurse walks in first and announces Loki, who follows her promptly. You fall back a few steps and enter the room unobtrusively. The two undercover agents remain in the hallway.

The room is comfortably furnished, almost like a living room of sorts, with several seating options. Eight children sit in a semicircle in the middle and you spot two more nurses with them. The children all look far too pale and thin for their age. Most are wearing scarves tied around their heads instead of hair and one boy is pushing an IV around. But their faces are all beaming as their attention is on Loki. He has joined them in the circle and is about to answer their questions, which they immediately throw at him.

"Why isn't your hair red?" asks the boy with the IV. His voice croaks a little. "I thought Loki was a ginger."

"I'm over a thousand years old. It’s boring to always have the same color of hair." Loki puts the flat of his hand on his hairline in his forehead so that it covers it, then slides his hand up a bit. The hair underneath suddenly appears orange-red. "See. It's easy." When he moves his hand back, the area is black again.

So much for no magic.

The kids make a general "Ooooooh!" sound.

"Can you make my hair longer?" a girl asks who has no scarf but just a short, light fluff on her head.

"Your hair is wonderful, little lady. I've rarely seen such a beautiful shaped head."

The girl giggles, but before she can object further, another child interjects with another question. "Is it true that you gave birth to a horse?"

Loki raises his index finger. "Ah, that's often said, but actually the story goes quite differently. Would you like me to tell you?"

"Yeees!"

"So listen well, little ones. This is the story of an adventure! Long ago, a wall was built around Asgard for protection. But the master builder, a Hrimthurse, deceived Odin and shortly before the completion of the wall he demanded the goddess Freya as his wife, as well as the moon and the sun. This was an outrage beyond comparison. My brother Thor and I hatched a plan to prevent this.

One night I kidnapped the Hrimthurse's horse, which was a very strategic move and allowed Thor to defeat him in battle. But, alas, I did not know that the horse was pregnant and it gave birth that night to Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse. I brought both animals home to the royal stable. The horses of the Hrimthurses are wild beasts, and very strong. But I managed to raise and tame Sleipnir. And when it was big enough, I gifted it to Odin, so that he could ride it to war."

You sat down on a chair near the wall, near the two nurses, who actually wanted to drink a coffee, but now - just like the children - listened spellbound to the narration. You also hang on to his every words.

Loki has truly earned his name silvertongue. He remains seated among the children and doesn't even use much gesticulation. He doesn't need to emphasize his story. His voice and words alone are perfectly sufficient for that.

You have heard some myths about the eight-legged horse Sleipnir, who is supposedly Loki's child. But it is something else to hear directly from him about what happened. He manages to make it seem as if you yourself were present at the ruse, when Loki conjured up mist in the middle of the night and crept in the darkness to the Hrimthurse's horse.

"Does that mean you can't turn into a horse at all?" one of the children asks curiously.

"Oh, I am absolutely able to do that." Loki's eyes flash mischievously at you and for a moment you're afraid he's really going to do that, as he demonstratively looks around. "However, I'm afraid it's a little too crowded here for a horse. You wouldn't want to be responsible for me knocking over all the furniture, would you?"

"No!" - "Yes!" resounds simultaneously from different mouths.

Fortunately, the nurses don't seem fazed and think it's all great fun.

"Tststs," Loki playfully scolds. "You little rascals." Suddenly he has a pair of dice in his hand, which he wills into the air and deftly catches again. "Have you ever heard of Loki’s Dice?"

"No."

"No? Well, let me tell you: it's a great game. And not just because I invented it. How about this: whoever beats me at it, gets a great prize. Who wants to try first?"

Several children's arms shoot up. Loki puts a finger to his lips and everyone is quiet as a mouse. He has this presence that grabs everyone’s attention.

He makes a show of making the dice disappear in his hands and reappear somewhere else. He'd be a really good sleight of hand magician. Along the way, he explains the rules, which are basically pretty simple. He even wrote a song about it, which he performs.

He has a wonderful singing voice. Like honey. And you feel like the fly that's caught with it. You could listen to him forever.

Loki throws the dice. The goal is to hit six. He throws a seven.

Loki throws the dice. All eyes are on the dice. He makes the bet disappear.

Loki rolls the dice. All sides show ones. He is the trickster.

It warms you to watch him. There's something very kind, but also a bit mischief about his interaction with the kids. They love it and he keeps them entertained and for a while makes them forget their pain, the various reasons they are here for. There is no trace of his arrogance or even the criminal that many see in him. You can get used to this Loki you're watching here. You wish to see this side of him much more often.

Hearing his rich laugh, seeing the twinkle in his eye just before he makes a great joke.

As indicated in the song, it's hard to beat him at his own game. Time and time again, the dice show a picture that shouldn't be on them at all. But one child after another finally makes it and Loki gifts each one of them a cube of their own afterwards.

"Do you dance?" a girl asks Loki afterwards. "Other heroes always dance when they visit us."

Loki's gaze darts to you briefly, noticing that you're watching him, amused but intrigued. He winks at you and it makes your heart leap. "I'm no hero, but I can show you a dance that is popular at feasts in Odin's halls," he says, turning to the girl. "But I need a partner for that." He holds out his hand to her and she jumps to her feet, giggling.

They begin with a bow to each other. Then they place their palms together and Loki softly hums the beat. They take a few steps in one direction, then he leads her into a turn and right back again. They are an uneven pair, the girl barely reaching Loki's waist, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, swinging her feet with laughter.

Loki hands her his other hand and they dance a not-too-complicated pattern around each other. At one point the girl stumbles, but the Asgardian elegantly catches her and sets her back in her seat. He then bows to her.

"M'lady."

She giggles while another child holds up his arm.

"Me next."

Loki looks at the faces and puts his hands on his hips.

"For it to be a real party, everyone has to dance."

The children are immediately in it and scatter to their feet. Loki helps them form pairs and then shows them the steps again.

Shortly after, most of them are just jumping and laughing wildly, having great fun. Even the nurses are clapping along to a beat.

Loki appears at your side and before you can protest, he has grabbed your hand and pulled you among the dancers as well. Continuing to hold your hand, he places his right on your waist and leads you to the music of the laughing children. His eyes flash down at you in amusement.

This is not what you imagined for this day. Somehow it's much better.

Finally, the visit comes to an end. Loki takes his time saying goodbye, realizing the significance of what it means for the children to have to go back to their rooms and beds. He may also be intentionally delaying his departure a bit to keep them in the illusion of a normal, healthy day a little longer.

Nurse Chapel steps up beside you. "He's great," she comments quietly, glancing at the Asgardian.

You smile proudly, for you are happy for him. "Yeah."

"We have another boy here, Felix. He's fourteen and a big fan of Norse mythology. Unfortunately, he's too weak to leave his room. I know it wasn't part of the agreement, but do you think your Loki could pay him a quick visit?" She hesitates briefly while you still let the phrase 'your Loki' sink in. It sounds good. "It's not a sight for the faint-hearted," the head nurse then adds.

You blink and push the thoughts out of your head. "I'll talk to him," you promise her and she thanks you with a nod.

You go ahead and step out into the hallway. One of the SHIELD agents is sitting on a bench at the wall, looking up as you close the door. You spot the other standing at the end of the hallway.

"Are we done?" he asks you.

"Almost. How was it out here?"

"All quiet."

A few minutes later Loki comes out of the door, grinning and with his arms outstretched. He looks very pleased with himself and his gaze wanders to you.

“What do you think?" he asks you, "Did you enjoy the show?"

"You were great. I knew you would ace it." You beam at him and he seems satisfied with that answer. Then you bring up the head nurse’s request. "Nurse Chapel just asked me if you could visit another boy who is not allowed to leave his bed. Would you do that? If you rather go back home, that's totally fine and nobody wil-..."

"I'll do it," he interrupts you.

You smile at him. "That's very kind of you."

"Well, I am a generous god," he says cockily, but his tone is affectionately sarcastic.

You beckon Nurse Chapel to come over and share Loki's response with her. She gives him a grateful smile and leads the way. It's on another floor at the end of a hallway.

"If you could wait outside," she says, addressing you. "Too many people drain him."

"Of course." With a final pat on Loki's arm, he follows the head nurse inside while you and the two agents stay in the hallway. The door is just ajar and you hear the dark tone of Loki's voice. It's muffled and you can't make out any individual words. There is also a soft, steady beeping and something that sounds like a ventilator.

You think about stopping somewhere on the way home and grabbing food for everyone. They had earned it. It had been an extremely successful day. Loki has proven himself, you are very pleased with his performance. He seemed to have had fun as well, and you're already thinking about what project you might approach next. After today, your goal of having him join the Avengers team doesn't seem so unrealistic anymore. Maybe you should just tell him to think of them all as kids. Then maybe he'd get along with them better. The thought makes you chuckle.

Suddenly, you hear an alarm at the station and look up. You register that the soft, steady beeping has turned into a piercing sound. Several nurses and doctors come running up and into the room. The two agents have jumped up from their seats, but neither of you wants to stand in the way of a medic. Only when the way is clear do you rush into the room as well, ignoring Chapel's previous warning to wait outside.

In here, the sound is louder, almost ringing shrilly in your ears. There is only one bed in the room. You can't see the figure on it, because it's surrounded by doctors and nurses performing CPR. Loki is standing with his back against the wall, as if he had backed away. His face is pale - paler than usual - and horrified. He raises his head just as you enter and your eyes meet. In the next second, he vanishes.

Shit.

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[running-with-kn1ves]

(Miha-writing anon here! A little snippet of my interpretation of Miha and Manager's first meeting, along with how he maybe started falling for them! Hope you're doing good!)

TW for mention of dieting!!

“I’m excited to work as your manager!” You said, smiling at your new client. You were a rookie at the agency, rookies get rookies, so you were assigned to an upcoming idol, who had made his debut a few weeks ago. He was a great singer; you could see why his debut single had already gotten so popular.

Miha was oddly quiet, despite the outgoing persona he displayed during interviews. You two didn’t talk much outside of work, he was always training or rehearsing, while you sat at the office and managed upcoming events. The manager position wasn’t as glamorous as the movies made it seem, instead of having sushi with celebrities you sat at your desk and ate cold pasta out of a Tupperware.

You stood outside of the dance room, waiting for Miha. Standing on your toes, you peeked in through the door’s tiny window. Miha was following his coach’s moves to perfection. He wasn’t just naturally skilled; he was an incredibly hard worker, who never backed down. He’d extend rehearsal for hours just to nail one part of the song. You knew the distanced relationship the two of you had was normal, it was good even, but deep down, you wanted to know more about him.

Staring harder at the document did nothing, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. As his manager, you received a copy of Miha’s training program, this time it was accompanied by a diet. This was just absurd, it was way too little, you looked in shock at his pre-planned meals, if you could even call them that. You stood up from your desk, marching over to the dance room. To your surprise, Miha was alone, sitting up against the large mirror.

“I already know…there always has to be something wrong with me, it’s like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough”, he said quietly, face buried in his hands. You acted without thinking, sitting down next to him and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“There’s nothing wrong, Miha, you’re amazing, I’m so proud to be working for someone like you, nothing needs to be changed and nothing is going to be”, you spoke. He raised his head to look at you, his cheeks were damp with tears, it tugged at your heart. He was human; he couldn’t just be controlled how others wanted him to be.

“Do you promise? That things will stay like this?” He asked, his voice weak. Miha leaned against you and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed, he needed it.

“I promise, I have an idea, let’s go get lunch!” You offered, smiling. He wiped his eyes and nodded. You helped him up, he didn’t let go of your hand, not even as you passed by other personnel.

You had a feeling this would be better than the movies.  

IM IN LOVE <3333!!!! Manager's strife is so real but Miha is so normal and realistic o(TヘTo) And that last line? Oho boy. If I was Miha I'd be attached too. I'd like to think that with all the pressure coming from everyone else, Manager is like that source of stress relief and shoulder to cry on for Miha, whereas everyone else expects him to carry the world with one hand.

Manager! Reader is there to advocate for him without any expected return ( except for, you know, an hourly wage) and they're oddly genuine. I don't know if It was picked up on in the original piece but you might've been able to make the assumption that Miha twisted some strings and made it so he was Manager's only client after a while. I don't think I made it that apparent but that was something I wanted to add to his story 😅. I'd think he gets possessive incredibly fast, especially knowing how genuine Manager! Reader is and how willing they are to help others. As his career grows and his status becomes more important, Miha obtains the resources to make it so Reader has to solely focus on him. Poor reader :(, but that's just such Miha behavior.

In this snippet I love how almost soft Miha seems! He naturally becomes more prissy and selfish the more attention he gets in his idol-hood, but I love him once being a naïve, bright-eyed newbie who just needs a helping hand. Ugh thank you for liking miha enough to write this anon!! beautiful work, maybe you should take this boy from me and do him justice lol

[ivyangels-blog]

Maybe You Can Change (Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/N: i wrote this as a female reader, but i’m pretty sure that aside from one mention of reader being a “waitress” it’s gender neutral.

Summary: Your Dustin’s older sister (or brother) and want to help keep the kids safe, that’s about all you and Steve have in common.

Warnings: swearing, Billy is an ass, violence, injury, hate to love, only partially edited writing

Word Count: 4.1k

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“This is a scientific discovery!” I hear Dustin shout from the other room.

I stand up from helping Max sweep up glass and head into the kitchen to see Steve and Dustin shoving the dead demadog into the refrigerator.

They slam the fridge door shut and Steve rubs the top of Dustin’s head through his cap.

My heart clenches, recognizing the brotherly bond they have. I’ve always been Dustin’s idol, but ever since Steve came along he’s all my little brother can talk about.

“Dustin, do you mind taking the trash can to the others?” I ask, holding out the bin for him.

“Sure.” Dustin takes the bin from my hands and heads into the living room.

Steve turns to me, giving me a slight nod as he leans on the refrigerator door.

“Thanks for looking after him,” I say. “Dustin. He told me about what happened with the demadogs and I’m glad someone was here to keep him safe.”

When I first went with Nancy and Johnathan to visit Murray, I had no idea what was going to happen while I was gone. I’ve been kicking myself ever since I got back for not being here for Dustin. I’m kicking myself even more for leaving him with Steve Harrington, the biggest dirtbag I know. Dustin may say he's changed, but I'm having trouble believing it. I used to waitress at Benny's Burgers and Steve and his friends would come in nearly every shift, ordering like one milkshake each and a small order of fries and staying for hours. They were so obnoxious they'd drive my other customers away, and they hardly ever tipped. Not to mention the time Steve spilled his drink all over the floor and didn't bother to mention it until after I'd slipped in it.

“Oh, uh… yeah, no worries.” Steve crosses his arms with a shrug.

“You know he looks up to you more than anyone else in the world.”

Steve smiles a little, but I don’t mean it as a compliment.

“So, don’t hurt him and don’t teach him to grow up to be a dick like you.”

Steve’s face falls. “Y/n, I’m not like that anymore. I know I was a real jerk, but I swear that’s all in the past.”

I roll my eyes. “Do you really think you can just snap your fingers and become a better person over night? That everyone should just forget about all the terrible things you’ve done and move on?”

“No, of course not.” Steve shakes his head. “But I’m trying. You have to give me credit for that.”

I scoff. “I don’t have to give you shit.”

Steve's mouth opens to say something, but he's cut off by shouts from the kids in the next room.

"Guys, we have an idea on how we can help," Dustin's head pokes around the corner, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, making my way into the living room with Steve close behind me.

"If it works like a hive mind, then we can light fire to the hub and draw the demadogs away and clear a path to the gate," Mike explains.

"No way, it's too dangerous," Steve butts in. "We wait here, where it's safe. That's the plan."

"Come on. El can't do this on her own. We should be doing everything we can to help her." Dustin turns to me for approval. "Please, Y/n."

I don't want Dustin to get hurt, or any of the other kids for that matter, but right now he's valuing my opinion above Steve's. Not to mention agreeing with Steve on anything right now is not something I want to do.

"Hey, I said no. We're supposed to make sure you guys don't get hurt." Harrington points at Dustin and each of the kids, his other hand on his hip. I'd laugh at how silly he looks if I wasn't filling up with rage at how he's undermining my authority.

The kids release an array of protests, all of their voices melding together. It's impossible to understand what any of them are saying, until Max shouts above the rest of them.

"Guys, my brother's here," she says, from her spot by the window. "He'll kill me if he finds out I'm here."

"Get away from the window," I tell her, motioning her towards me. "I'll handle it." I make my way towards the front door, but a hand clasped on my shoulder stops me.

"No way, I'll talk to him." Steve moves to slide past me, but I put my arm up, blocking his path.

"Absolutely not. You and him combined will result in enough testosterone to blow this place up." I put my hand on the handle of the front door, pushing him and the kids back around the corner. "Just wait here."

I open the door, stepping outside, just as Billy is climbing out of his car.

"Henderson?" he questions, jostling the cigarette tucked between his lips. "What are you doing here?"

My shoes crunch on the gravel driveway as I step closer to him. "I could ask you the same thing." I do my best to keep my tone friendly, but it's hard to keep my cool when Billy's puffing smoke in my face.

"I'm looking for Maxine. Heard she might be here." Billy looks over my shoulder, obviously at the window.

I shrug, feigning ignorance. "I haven't seen her."

"Is that so?" Billy asks, testing me.

I nod.

"I would've thought you had. She hangs out with your brother, right? I told her to stay away from that little mutant." Billy tilts his head back, letting out another puff of smoke.

I clench my fist at my side. “Well lucky for you she must have listened, Max isn’t here,” I grit out.

“Then you won't mind if I just take a look inside.” Billy bumps my shoulder, brushing past me.

“Hey, you can’t just go in the Byers' house without their permission.” I grab his arm, pulling myself back in front of him.

“Don’t worry,” he says, flashing a condescending smile. “I’ll knock.”

“The Byers aren’t here right now. They had an emergency and asked me to watch the house. So, you can just leave.”

Billy continues to step closer to me, and I put a hand on his chest to stop him.

His gaze drops down, looking at where my hand lies on his chest. He grabs my wrist, prying it away from him.

I try to pull away, but the vice of his fingers is unforgiving, and he only tightens his grip the more I struggle.

“Billy, let go,” I say, using almost the full force of my body to get free.

He doesn’t listen, anger lighting his face as he twists my wrist away, causing me to cry out.

I hear the front door open and Billy’s fiery gaze turns away from me.

“Is that you, Harrington?” he asks.

“Let her go,” is Steve’s only response.

“Not a problem.” Without looking at me, Billy yanks my arm, releasing me as I stumble to the ground.

I just barely catch myself on the ground, the little bits of gravel digging into my palms and pain shooting up my already bruising wrist.

I hear a scuffle behind me and push myself up, wiping my hands on my jeans. When I get to my feet, I see Steve doubled over on the ground, panting.

“You alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” He holds up a hand, as he continues to catch his breath.

A crash from inside jerks my attention away, and I run through the already open front door.

Max, Dustin, and Mike are gazing into the next room, horrified looks on their faces. I round the corner, seeing Lucas pinned against a china cabinet by Billy.

“Get back, get back,” I step in front of the kids, pushing them further away from Billy.

I’m getting ready to surge at Billy, when Lucas knees him in the groin and Billy falls back with a grunt.

“You’re dead, Sinclair,” Billy pants. “You’re so dead.”

Fear lights my chest, knowing that there’s no way I’ll be able to stop Billy.

Before I can start to formulate a plan, Steve comes running in, stepping in front of me and the kids.

“No, you are,” Steve says, turning Billy towards him and punching him straight across the face.

Billy turns away, spitting out blood, and Lucas comes running across the room to us.

“Are you okay?” I ask, gripping his shoulder.

Lucas nods, and Mike, Max, and Dustin pull him into a hug.

Billy’s laughing now, blood dripping on his mouth, and it’s terrifying. “Looks like you’ve got some fire in you after all!” he shouts. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone’s been telling me so much about.”

Billy waves his arms, stepping closer to Steve, not seeming even the slightest bit fazed by the fact that he just punched him.

Steve places a light touch on his chest, pushing him away. “Get out.”

Billy looks on, and for a split second I think he might just listen, but then he takes a fast swing at Steve.

Steve dodges it, throwing another punch at Billy that sends him flying into the table.

"Yes, Steve! Kick his ass!" Dustin screams beside me.

Steve punches Billy a few more times, backing him into the kitchen counter.

Hope soars in my chest, despite Billy's reputation as a tough guy, it looks like Steve might be able to win this.

Billy's hand falls on one of Joyce's plates, pulling it into his grip.

"Watch out!" I shout, but it's too late, Billy smashes the plate over Steve's head, sending him staggering, towards us.

"Holy shit," Dustin shouts. I push him and the rest of the kids backwards, as Billy comes stomping towards us, headed for Steve.

"Steve." I reach for him, but Billy gets to him first, yanking him up by his collar.

"No one tells me what to do," Billy fumes, crashing his head into Steve's.

The kids are all shouting, screaming, begging Billy to stop, as he towers over Steve, pinning him to the floor and punching him repeatedly.

I rush forward, not sure if I'll even be able to make a difference. I latch onto Billy's arm, pulling as hard as I can, which only succeeds in him, elbowing me in my cheekbone, sending me falling backwards.

"Stay out of this," he spits, continuing his battering on Steve.

I search the room, looking for anything I can use as a weapon.

"What the-" Mike mutters, and suddenly the terrible sounds of punching have stopped.

I turn back and see Billy rising, one of the syringes we used to sedate Will protruding from his neck.

Max looks on, slowly backing away, gauging his reaction.

Billy pulls the syringe from his neck, staring at his sister with rage. "What the fuck did you do to me, you little bitch?" he murmurs, the sedative already kicking in.

It's not long until he falls to the floor.

I rush over to Steve, who's face is completely covered in blood. I lift his head up, calling his name, but he's not conscious.

I hear Max, drive a bat into the floor. "Say you understand!" she shouts at Billy.

Billy murmurs an, "I understand" and she drops the bat to the floor, digging through his pocket and pulling out a set of car keys.

"Let's go," she says to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

"Hold on, Steve needs help." I stand up, halting the kids plans.

"El needs help, too. And I think what she's dealing with is a little worse than a few bruises," Mike butts in.

I sigh, glancing back down at Steve.

"Lucas, find a first-aid kit. Mike grab some ice packs. Dustin, get whatever you need for this crazy plan of yours. Max you can help him." They all turn, going in different directions, hopefully doing what I told them to. "Hold on," I say, stopping Max. "Give me the keys, I'll drive."

After some heavy lifting from all of us, we're in the car with Dustin giving me instructions on where to go.

"Then make a left up here," Dustin points, I quickly jerk the vehicle to make the turn.

"Have you ever driven before?" Lucas asks, as we dodge a trashcan on the side of the road.

"Yes," I retort.

"Yeah, like once," Dustin chimes in.

"Shut up," I fire back.

"It's true!"

"Hold on, hold on, he's waking up."

I glance over my shoulder and see Steve in the backseat, turning his head slightly.

Dustin mutters words of encouragement to him, as Steve groans.

"What's going on?" he asks and I hear panic start to rise in his voice.

"Don't worry, we have a plan."

"Y/n?" Steve murmurs. "I thought we agreed this wasn't happening."

"Sorry, Steve." I step on the gas, knowing that we're almost there.

"Great, you're going to get us all killed." Steve sits up in the backseat, leaning over the center console, but quickly falling backwards, as I speed up more.

I pull across the field, stopping the car and putting it in park.

The kids and I immediately climb out, them going to the trunk and unloading all the materials we brought.

"Hey, this isn't happening. Guys! Guys, stop it." Steve tries to grab everyone's attention, but they're all ignoring him, carrying out the mission like we planned.

I come up behind Steve, clapping him on the shoulder. "You know, Billy got you pretty bad. No one would blame you if you wanted to wait in the car. I can look after the kids."

Steve gives a fake laugh. "No way." He turns to the kids and their gear. "Pass me some of that." He holds out his hands and Dustin hands him a backpack.

Within minutes, all of us have covered our faces with bandanas and glasses. Ready to drop into the Upside Down.

“Are we really doing this?” Steve asks, me as we stand over the edge of the hole.

“What are you scared?” I ask, dropping in to join the kids who are already mapping out which way to go.

Steve drops down beside me a second later.

“This way,” Mike says, heading down one of the tunnels.

“No way.” Steve jostles past all of us. “I’m leading the way.”

He turns his flashlight, Mike close behind him. I pull out the knife I brought with me, bringing up the rear.

“C’mon, move it,” I say, urging the kids to keep up with Steve.

As we get further through the tunnels, we come across weirder things.

“What the hell?” Dustin mutters looking up at a bulbous, glowing mass in the ceiling.

“Let’s just keep moving,” I tell him, wanting to get in and out as fast as possible.

We keep going until we come across a center area, where all the tunnels are connected.

“Well, Wheeler,” Steve says. “I think we found your hub.

I pull off my back, passing out cans of gasoline. “Drench it.”

When we’re finished, we all line up against the tunnel we came from. Steve pulls out a lighter, holding it in his hands.

“You guys, go ahead. This things gonna light up fast,” I say, pushing Dustin and his friends back up the tunnel.

Dustin grabs my arm as I turn to go back to Steve. “Wait.” He looks up at me and I can tell looking in his eyes, even though they’re covered by his silly scuba mask, what he’s thinking.

I pull him into a hug, squeezing him as tight as I can for just a second. “Don’t worry, we’ll be okay. Now get out of here.” I rush back to join Steve, standing by where he’s crouched down.

“Sure you don’t want to go with them?” he asks. “I can light this thing by myself.”

“And let you get all the glory? Not a chance.”

Steve tilts his head with a smile and flicks on the lighter and tosses it into the center of the hub.

Within seconds heat, warms my face.

Steve jumps to his feet, grabbing my arm and tugging me along.

“Go, go,” he shouts, as we sprint through the tunnels. I can hear the sounds of the flames crackling behind us, but don’t turn back.

Soon Steve and I can see the kids standing in front of us.

“Keep going,” I shout.

“Mike’s caught!” Lucas shouts back.

“Shit,” Steve pulls the bat out of his bag and once we catch up to them he smashes it down on the vine holding Mike.

We all rush to help Mike to his feet, but a growling makes us turn.

“Dart?” Dustin says, when he sees the monster in front of us. He slowly steps forward and I reach to pull him back, but he shakes me off.

“Just trust me on this.”

“Didn’t that thing kill Mews?” I ask, trying to reach for Dustin without making any sudden moves that might spark the creature to attack.

Dustin crouches down in front of it and I slap a hand over my mouth to cover the squeak that nearly comes out.

A hand grabs mine and I look up to see Steve, looking at Dustin with us much fear on his face as I feel in my heart.

“Will you let us pass?” Dustin asks, and Dart’s mouth flares open, exposing its razor sharp teeth.

Steve’s hand squeezes mine even tighter and I squeeze back.

“You hungry?” Dustin asks, pulling a candy bar out of his bag.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, as he practically touches the thing in order to feed it.

Dustin waves us forward without turning and I push Mike, Lucas, and Max around him.

Steve and I right behind them.

We pass Dart, grabbing Dustin on the way.

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” I warn, slinging my arm over his shoulder for a side hug while we walk.

Dustin just chuckles, but we’re interrupted by a roaring in the distance.

“They’re coming!” Mike screams. “Run!”

We all take off down the tunnel, slipping and sliding on the slimy walls.

“Where’s the exit?” Max shouts.

“There!” Lucas points to the dangling rope down one tunnel.

Steve runs ahead. “Come on! Come on!” He grabs Max as soon as she gets there, lifting her up so she has less rope to climb.

I help him lift Lucas and Max pulls him up from the other side. Mike is next and we manage to get Dustin up just as the first demadog comes around the corner.

“Start climbing, I’ll hold them off,” Steve braces himself with his bat, but I’m already pulling out my knife.

“Y/n!” Dustin calls from above, and my heart clenches at the sound, but I can’t bring myself to look up.

I brace myself as the herd of them races towards us, but when the first one flies past me, I drop my weapon slightly.

“What the hell?” Steve pulls me closer to him, our chests against each other, making more room for the monsters to avoid us.

I look up at him, to find him looking down at me. “What’s this?” he asks, fingertips brushing my cheek.

“Billy knocked me a little at the Byer’s house, but it’s fine. I’m a lot better off than you.” I chuckle a little, but Steve just gives a small smile, his face stony.

Soon, they’re all gone and Steve and I are alone in the tunnel, still pressed against each other.

We both back away with a cough and I move to grab the rope.

“Here let me help you.” Steve grabs my waist and boosts me up, the kids grabbing my arms and pulling me the rest of the way.

I plan to turn around and help Steve, but Dustin’s arms are latched around my waist the second I can stand.

“Hey, I’m okay,” I say, hugging him back. “I’m okay.”

“I know,” Dustin mumbles into my chest, still refusing to let go.

I look up and see that Steve has managed to climb out as, well.

I smile at him when he gets to his feet, removing one arm from Dustin’s back and motioning him into the hug, along with everyone else.

So, there we stand, on the edge of the Upside Down, all six of us clinging to each other, as the Gate finally closes.

"Dustin, Steve's here!" I call, seeing his car pull up out front.

"I'm not finished getting ready."

Dustin comes out, hairspray in hand.

"You look fine."

Dustin gives me a look and then heads back into the bathroom.

The doorbell rings and I rush to go get it. I open the door and Steve is standing there, hands in his pockets.

"Hey, y/n," he says, nodding his head when he sees me. I haven't seen much of Steve since the Gate closed.

"Hey." I step aside so he can come in. "Dustin's still getting ready."

Steve nods, standing beside me in the entryway.

"Your face looks better," he says, motioning to where Billy hit me over a week ago. The bruise has completely faded now.

"Thanks," I chuckle. "Yours does, too."

"Shit, I'm gonna be late." Dustin comes out, yanking his shoes on, his curls still loose on his head.

"Woah, calm down, dude." Steve puts his hands up. "I can do your hair in the car."

"Not while you're driving I hope."

Steve turns to me. "No, of course not. You can drive." He places his car keys in my hand.

"Um, I don't think you want me behind the wheel of your car." I go to hand the keys back, but he pushes them away.

"It'll be fine. I can give you like a driving lesson." Steve grabs the hairspray from Dustin's hand and we all head out to the car.

I nervously climb in the driver's seat, while Steve gets in the passenger's seat and Dustin sits in the back.

Steve directs me on how to drive and luckily for me, the school isn't that far away and this time there isn't the imminent threat of destruction urging me to drive faster, just Dustin whining about being late and getting hairspray in his mouth.

I pull up beside the school, turning to Dustin in the backseat. "Have fun," I tell him.

"Go get 'em tiger," Steve says, as Dustin climbs out the door and goes inside.

I move to unbuckle my seat.

"Hold on," Steve says. "We're not done with your driving lesson."

I grin at him, starting the car engine back up. "Where to?" I ask.

"I was thinking milkshakes at the diner on 5th."

I pull the car out of the school parking lot. "You know that hairspray probably stunk up your whole car, permanently."

Steve shrugs. "Nah, it usually just takes a couple hours to air out."

I turn to him a smirk on my face, and my eyebrows tugged together. "Use hairspray often?" I ask, knowing that his fluffy hair is his most sought after feature.

"No," Steve replies, shifting the bottle in his hands and I catch sight of the image on the side.

"Is that Farrah Fawcett hairspray?" I ask with a laugh.

"No." Steve drops the bottle to the floor. "Hey, eyes on the road!"

I'm still laughing as I turn my attention back to driving. I pull into the diner parking lot, which lucky for me is almost empty-I take up two spots.

Steve and I head inside and I walk up to the counter ordering one strawberry and one chocolate milkshake.

Steve gives me a funny look as I turn and head to the nearest booth.

"What?" I ask. "Chocolate's still your favorite, isn't it? It's all you used to order at Benny's."

Steve's face contorts as he slowly remembers. "You worked at Benny's?"

I smile. "Yup, back when you were still "jerk Steve."

Steve drops his head into his hands. "Dammit, I was awful to you."

He sounds so distraught that I feel bad for him. I reach over, pulling his hands away from his face. "Hey, don't worry about it. I know I was giving you a hard time earlier, but after seeing the way you protected the kids... it's hard not to like you."

Steve looks up at me, a cocky grin on his face. "You like me?" he asks.

I roll my eyes. "I hate you less. How about that?"

"I'll take it." Steve leans back in the booth, spreading his arms along the top. A strand of hair hangs loosely over his forehead, as he looks around the diner.

In that moment, gazing at him, I knew that my heart didn't hold an ounce of hatred for Steve Harrington.

[kcdodger]

Ásatrú, Gender, Polyamory, and more.

A friend in Port Callahan asked about these things, prompted by the following image, and well. I suppose I can catalogue my journey with heathenry up to this point here, you know?

So, as you probably know, I am a practicing - and learning - Ásatraur. What is an Ásatraur, though? Well, colloquially we're known as Norse Pagans. We worship the Gods known as Odin, Thor, Tyr, Freyja, lots of Gods. Like there are a lot. Also, Loki! Loki gets a bad rep, but he's... Kinda' just a force of change? Like you can't really say "Odin bad Loki good" it does not work that way, that's a Christian-influence simplification. Loki does make for a great antagonist in narratives based on the Eddas though, haha. Anyway, let's get back to it. We mostly just vibe! We don't really actively recruit, we just let people pick up the phone, so to speak. That's what I did. I felt a pull to the Norse Gods as early as 11 years old. That was a... Jam packed time in my life, let me tell you. The first real piece of it was this funny little emblem from Halo 2.

"Valkyrie" This has been my go-to emblem for a looooong long time. The emblem isn't significant in its own way to my religion I don't think, but it stuck with me. What was another piece? Well, any number of things - growing up a curious young boy, curious about the world. The idea of pagans was interesting - and even as a young non-denominational christian, I didn't want to discount folks' religions. I didn't see any reason they couldn't coexist. My dad called me a Pagan for believing that, but, well he would be right eventually.

This is Van. Vanessa Thrace. She was my first attempt at a Truesona, back when I was dating a friend - wanted someone that was closer to me. Both of those things changed at some point, but keyword - changed! They didn't end! Because when I moved here to my dear wife @opashoo, I suddenly was in a Filipino household - a proudly Filipino household. These were second generation immigrants born here from a first generation immigrant. They'd brought back quite a bit from the homeland, culturally. The kids were raised American but the mother is anything but. And I... sort of felt out of place. Over the last few years I'd become immensely disenfranchised with how I was raised - simply American. No heritage. No traditions. Just American. What was my heritage? War, apartheid, glorification of war, consumerism, food, whiteness and an overbearing reliance on Christianity. Fuck that. Fuck all of that dude.

So I asked myself, what do I have? Can't just take any old culture, that's appropriation. But, then I remembered... "Hey, wait. My dad did a genealogy test. He came up mostly Scandinavian. We already knew this but we thought it was scottish ancestry - no, turns out it was Vikings. Huh."

And theeen a loooot of things clicked.

Now in this moment I need to detail something I skipped over.

Oh Kara Thrace, you crazy cunt. You crazy crazy bitch. Definitely one of my biggest fictional crushes ever - Kara Thrace was the baddest bitch on TV when I was a young boy. I'd had a handful of pilot idols, sometimes they were women and all that mattered to me was, "Were they good pilots?" - and Hel the fuck yeah they were. Especially her. Kara's the best pilot. The best fucking pilot ever. Luke Skywalker? Please. Wedge Antilles? As if. Darth Vader? IDK they're pretty supernaturally gifted both of them. Fox McCloud, Han Solo, Spike Spiegel, Hoban Washburn?

All great, but none of 'em are Kara Frakking "Starbuck" Thrace. After all, who could be? Well, that was a worthwhile question to answer. So... I took the name, Kara. I decided it would be my promise to myself. "Live up to the name. Be the best pilot you can be." Even if my Deuteranopia had other plans. For a little while there I was, actually, extremely good and known to be, extremely fucking good.

Oh boy was I ever. Firaxa-1 "Dodger". A name that's gonna' live in a lot of heads for a loooooooong time to come. But that's a story for another day. Well you see, choosing Kara was accidentally... prescient. You see, Kara, really Kára, is a name of Scandinavian origin. It is the name of one of the Valkyries - a particularly tempestuous one. I can relate. They say that it's Italian but... Nah, it's not solely Italian. Well, this was the name I picked. It pretty accidentally lined up with my faith-to-be, so that was really fucking cool. I think I sort of knew though, having played God of War 4 recently and beating every Valkyrie that wasn't named Sigrun. Anyway. With my love's permission - because... Well, we have a lot of loud racists in the Asatru community - I had to make sure sure trusted her new girlfriend with this exploration, and not to get weird and crazy with it. And she did - I got her permission and abandoned Christianity after many years of disillusionment, feeling unwelcome, unwanted, and uncared for by the faith. There's still so much I'm learning. I still haven't read the Eddas. I REALLY need to. But I've celebrated Midsommar, Yule, a couple of times, a couple of Blots, and I personally got my mother in law into Mead - she LOVES the stuff and she doesn't even drink. Anyway. That's how I ended up an outspoken queer heathen. So... What about the subject? Well, here's where Van comes back in.

Van was the one I targeted for heathening up - as, at the time, Sal was in a different kind of slot. So I used Van - who had been a somewhat cynical truesona (Unemployed, played gigs at bars, lived out of a Van, etc.), into something a lot more aspirational. Van stopped being just a Shark, and ended up a Ru, which are the shark folk of my own setting, Beacon.

It was certainly a choice to prominently feature Heathen imagery in Beacon as I continued to develop it, but it was, I think, the right choice. Through Van I explored Ru identity - and now they're Shark Orc Vikings who are kinda' fuzzy, in space. They're also huge. Like, 7 feet tall. (Hilariously, not huge by furry shark standards, but I'm not talking about my gripes with Furry Shark Twitter HERE... Not yet... Not today!) And out comes the chief representative of the people to the audience thus far, as a character. Van had become something more solid in my setting and was a... "Fully realized" me. She's loud, she's boisterous, she's hot as fuck, she's heavy but tough, she's a badass and she's a Valkyrie! She's just cool. And yeah, that's Van. But my relationship to heathenry does not stop there. Because, for you see, I am transgender. I am very very transgender.

And I make no effort to hide that I am a Heathen. I tell people, when relevant, that I'm transgender. At least when it feels safe to. I do not hide that I am MADLY in love with my beautiful wife who is very much not white. I do all these things in opposition to the bastards who try to steal my ancestors' symbols and use them for eugenics, bigotry, hatred, segregation - evil shit. Evil shit that they should NOT be safe for advocating.

There will come a day where someone gets the wrong idea. Maybe they'll think I'm a horrid bigot for wearing these symbols - I wouldn't blame them. I'm over six feet tall, pale as shit, blonde and blue eyed- I'm like, the PICTURE of what weirdos think Viking women should be. lol, too bad for those types, I'm transgender. But, also, like... There'll come a day where some other heathen who wants to stir shit up will figure out I'm not like them, and want to get into a scuffle. I'm ready for both of those things. One can be handled by talking, the other needs some fists. But, yeah. It's part of why I'm so outwardly, loudly, a heathen. Why I wear every single thing proudly. Because if I don't all we collectively are gonna' be known for is hate. We can't have that. Not when we're gaining more members every day, not when we can set good examples, not when we can CHOOSE to oust fascists, bigots, and other bad faith actors. We have to. We cannot let them own what is ours and use it for hate, when our own ancestors didn't give a single shit about genes, about where you were from, what you did - just who you were. And - when I say ancestors, I don't mean blood, I do mean ideological ancestors. I may have blood roots but Ásatrú is for all races, sexuality, genders. But not all politics or beliefs. No sir. Be whatever gender you want, date whoever you want, have as many partners as you want and it's completely fine for beating the shit out of someone who calls you a slur. That's what I, what we, believe in. The original post refers to Ergi, by the way - and it is not a term used lightly. It was a pretty grave insult and saying it made you fair game for getting an axe to the face, so if you did you... pretty much had to be ready to bite the dust. Dunno' about the polyamory, but I'm pretty sure our Gods aren't pearl clutchy about several partners. The Aesir and Vanir got busy wildly in the Eddas. Anyway, hope this is clarity enough. Glory to the Allfather - and that's ALL father, not SOME father.

[jeonkaijoon]

Tae’s birthday

pairing: idol!taehyung x fem!reader.

rating: 18+

genre: drabble/smut.

content warning: harddom!taehyung, sub!reader, estabilished relationship, dirty talk, pet names, mentions of choking, kinda pwp, mentions of subspace, unprotected sex, degradation, “use of daddy”, impregnation kink, jealous/possessive tae I MEAN REALLY JEALOUS and cum denial so basically overstimulation... i think that’s all

word count: 855

note:english is not my first language and i wrote this thinking i was going to be able to control what my mind was making me type but looks like i got carried away...n e way i hope you enjoy! 

and also happy birthday tae :3

"You little brat. Were you having fun tonight rubbing yourself on Yoongi hyung's lap, just because Jimin said so uh? Y'all want to tease my anger even on my birthday. You were acting like a damn slut without a owner when you fucking have one!" he spanked your ass, wrapped his hand around your throat and his raw dick smashed again into your hole.

Taehyung was mad. Like really mad.

It was his birthday, everybody in the room was drunk, and you all were playing truth or dare, everything was fine until Jimin said “ Y/N, I dare you to get yourself off on Yoongi's thigh while Taehyung watches, but don't come.”

That bastard had to choose his girlfriend to make him jealous while he could just choose another dare… and everybody knew how jealous and overprotective Taehyung could become when it came to you, but not you, you didn’t.

He was always the cute caring boyfriend you had for the last two years, the freak one in the sheets and the one that chose the best places to take you on a date.

It would have been probably the best thing ever if it wasn’t for Taehyung, your boyfriend being completely drunk while his jealousy was eating him alive and Yoongi's hands being one of your biggest weaknesses.

Yoongi was guiding your hips and kissing your neck, he knew your weak points because of all the times Taehyung teased about them when you guys were together.

There was literally no shame between the group and you, constantly acting like a brat just knowing Taehyung deeply liked to punish you.

While the knot in your stomach was tightening, and when you had to stop to not cum, Taehyung left the room, boiling anger.

The exact moment you put your toes in your shared apartment, you could no longer escape what your boyfriend was planning to do to you.

It was almost an hour ago when Taehyung took your clothes off and threw them somewhere in your shared bedroom, then he immediately started biting your neck and marking it with his lips, leaving purple bruises all over the area.

He overstimulated you to your edge, eating you out and making you cum two times with only his tongue and fingers only preparing you for his cock to stretch you out like he never did.

He knew his size, he knew he could be hurting you right now but his mind was blurred by the idea of you getting turned on by rubbing your core on his best friend's s thìgh, he just couldn't get over it.

He made him so mad and jealous, he needed to claim you, to let everyone know at the end you were his and his only.

He wanted the media, the fans, he wanted the whole world to know you were his,and his only.

But right now you felt like you were his fuckdoll. And if you had to be honest, at that point, after a whole hour, that was starting to hurt you. His stamina didn’t even seem close to ending.

Degradation, marking, overstimulation, bruises all over your sides, “don’t you dare fucking cum until i say so.” he growled in your ear and started moving again, slapping your asscheeck again. He didn’t let you cum since when he entered you with his cock and it was hurting, still he couldn't care less, his possessiveness reached his maximum level. It hurt, it stinged, you were crying , but you couldn’t stop him, you didn’t want to, it strangely felt too good. 

He suddenly slowed down “why are you crying doll? Am I hurting you?” His voice was soft, probably he was just joking and not really caring, but you felt his voice far from your ear.

You felt like you couldn’t talk, you just nodded and you felt like your soul was leaving your body, but you could still feel everything he was doing to you.

Your boyfriend smirked proudly. He understood he sent you to subspace.

“Fuck doll you feel so good, hmpf- you want daddy’s cum?” he praised whispering in your ear, grinning and sending you to the edge once again. “Y-yes daddy i-i want you to cum in me” you babbled.

“Oh you want my babies, uh doll? you want to be swollen with my kids to let everybody know who fucked you so good? let everyone know that you are growing my kids, I own you and the children are mine? Uh babygirl that's what you want right?” Your pussy was clenching uncontrollably at his dirty talk. “Mhhh T-tae fuck yes!” you moaned, while your eyes hit the back of your head.

"T-Tae i need-" “Yes doll, cum for me” and this is what took you both to mix your juices together and let him spur his cum into you.

He collapsed on your back and laid his head in the crook of your neck.

He needed to get you out of your kind of subspace state, needed to be gentle with you from now on, even when the spark of anger was still in his chest.

[fallingsunflower]

“I believe impression is they don't have sex in the real world, but obviously in the fake one they do. Whether or not that actually classifies as an incel or not, idk. You're right - she's still with him. They're still together in a relationship and we see some "nice" scenes between the two in the real world.”

TW and DWD spoilers ***

After reading Katie’s script rewrite, it becomes clear where the incel take is from. Outside of the simulation, Alice and Jack interact through work, but never more than small talk, where it usually focuses on Jack telling Alice how she needs someone to take care of her, and Alice mostly ignoring the remark.

Jack’s understood in the script as having decided for himself that Alice needed someone in her life, and that that someone is him. This involves kidnapping, and forcing restrains on Alice for the simulation.

It wouldn’t be far fetched to say this was omitted from being presented in the movie to instead show a Jack who wants the perfect idyllic life for himself and his wife, where they don’t have to struggle the same they do in the real world. For Jack, this “struggle” he experiences in the unsimulated—real—world, is Alice never taking notice in him after many attempts. For Alice, we don’t necessarily get a glimpse into what her struggle with the real world is, besides her long hours because of her job, as a doctor. Huge detail that comes back full circle in the script, tying up the events nicely. It’s Jack who considers Alice to be struggling to find a good life because he sees her working long hours and she’s “not being taken care for,” another way he justifies kidnapping and coercing—if not even forcing—Alice into the simulation.

We EASILY get a sense of Jack’s malice in the script. Never is it mentioned that they are married in real life, outside of the simulation, and in the scene before she kills him he even has to remind her that she loves him. It’s just that Jack felt entitled to a life with Alice, but mostly to an experience with a woman like Alice. I feel this is where the attention on sex comes in, which is nicely emphasized in the script, but again that’s not really translated well visually in the film. Jack will take advantage of Alice’s full attention on him by consuming her any chance he gets (the scene where Frank watches them? Seems useless in the movie because of it being so badly contextualized through edits, but the script uses this scene to show just how much Jack isn’t actually euphoric just because of a life with Alice, but because he gets to mirror the life Frank has, who he idolizes. His intense euphoria then comes out as sexual prowess, which he FINALLY has the chance to take out—forgive the use of words, but this is the way it happens scripturally—with sex, with Alice, something we come to understand was NOT the case outside of the simulation. He is so infatuated with the idea of finally being able to consume sexually that he is often not listening to her talking but ogling her, to the point where he even forgets she is a doctor in real life, a fact that comes back to literally kill him).

It’s Jack being tired of being the man in the background, the man behind the scenes, the man who doesn’t get noticed, who doesn’t easily “get sex,” because of that—something we infer from the mentions of the “modern world,” where casual dating culture might be his culprit, but he deals with it criminally, by kidnapping a doctor and ridding her of any ability to get out of the life he envision for themselves, which is so far fetched he has to adhere to a simulated plan where he has to help engineer the world behind it (and he expresses how he hates having to go to work everyday while Alice gets to actually enjoy this oasis he’s partaking in its foundation).

So, my conclusion is that all the changes that were made from the re-written script were made to adapt to an audience that would generate WB the most profit, that being the H fan audience. I think this is also why it’s a “dangerous” movie to have as example of what romance looks like; there’s very little cinematic language to visually explain Jack’s malice towards Alice, and the whole simulation towards women; if Alice is in this situation, what about the other women? Were they, too, kidnapped before being turned into a 1950s housewife? Is real female pleasure when it’s coerced and used for a man’s catharsis? Because that’s the message the director is spreading mostly through interviews, because the movie seems to confusing to communicate that message directly besides showing sex.

Very well said, love

[chanderylix]

"You Wanna Come In?"

M A S T E R L I S T

Author's note:

This is my thought when I woke up this morning. It's kinda suggestive(?) or nearly a smut. I thought that I should share it so you guys (who read this) can also imagine this🤤

Reminder: Sorry for my English lol my grammar sucks cause English is not my first language. Hope you can understand<3. Also this is my very very first smut/suggestive thing that I write so yeah it's basically sucks lol and yes, the title is based on Back Door by SKZ (I'mma stayzen yay)

Pairing : switch!hendery x switch!(f)reader x sub!xiaojun

Genre : smut (Lord pls have mercy on me)

Warning : bad english, threesome, mxm a little bit (only kissing), oral (giving/receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, Xiaojun's first time, slightly mommy kink, cum eating, kinda rough, basically pure filth, I think that's it (?)

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What if your boyfriend's best friend interrupted your hot session with your boyfriend at the hotel room? Why don't you just let him in and enjoy it together?

You, you're boyfriend:Hendery, and your boyfriend's best friend that become yours too: Xiaojun were in a 5 star hotel room in Seoul. Actually you guys planned for a staycation for 2 days. You want to spend your weekend with your boyfriend, Hendery. However, Xiaojun also want to kinda ruin your date with Hendery so you decided to ask him but sleep in the separate room. Your plan for tomorrow is just swimming in the hotel and have a fine dining.

Hendery chose the right room: executive suite room with 1 king size bed, an opened bathroom where you could see someone's taking a bath with a bathup in the center, mini bar, kitchen, living room, basically like an apartment with a nice view to the city. The most expensive room in that 5 star hotel.

Your hotel room is the only room at 25th floor so no need to be worry. Meanwhile Xiaojun sleep at the 24th floor. You and Hendery had waited for this moment. With no interruption, no one could see, you could do as much as you want, screaming and moaning as loud as you can while having sex without afraid that anyone could hear it. It's just the two of you. You can imagine, having sex with your boyfriend on the couch, on the kitchen pantry, or on the king size bed freely with no one can see. You already put your things in the bedroom with a smily face. Hendery too. Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall.

"I'm waiting for this moment, baby" he said near to your neck and his hot breath tickles. Kissing down to your neck, sucking and leaving spot that you're sure will stay there for the next week. He keeps kissing, sucking, licking your neck and up to your earlobe. "Should I fuck you on the couch hm, baby? No one can see us. I'm getting bored fucking you on the bed" he said. You just nod and he started to kiss your lips. Basically a french kiss. Tongue fighting against each other finding for dominance. Hendery is really good at it so you let his tongue dominate yours.

You know this will happen so you already wearing your lingerie that he gave you at your birthday. A pink lacy lingerie which shows a bit of your nipple. You know his favorite color is pink. He removed your shirt and start kneading on your covered breast, playing with your perked nipples with his thumb and index finger. His lips still kissed you and he carried you onto the couch with lips still connected to each other. He removed his shirt showing the abs that he had been working recently. You smiled. It's been a long time since you guys had sex. cause he's really busy as an idol, while you're busy on you work too.

He noticed your smile and smirked. "Only for you, baby". You nodded. "Only for me" you said, tracing your hands up and down his abs. He removed your lacy bra, revealing your soft breast. He started licking your left nipple like a cat while his right hand playing with the other. He sucked your nipple with no mercy, he pretends that your nipple is your mouth, making out with it. He did the same with the other one. "F-feels so fucking good. I love your mouth, baby. Playing with my nipples. You like it, huh?" you moaned while your hand grabbed his hair in a fistful making him groan and giving the vibration.

His mouth going down to kiss your inner thighs near your entrance. Slapping your thigh, he asked while playing with the waistband of your underware "Can I take this off? Want to play with your beautiful pussy". You nodded and he removed your lacy panties. "So fucking wet. I make you this wet, huh?" he slapped your pussy making you jolted. "This wet pussy is mine" he said proudly. Hendery wanted to kiss your clit but suddenly the bell rang, making both of you groan.

"Room service?" you asked and Hendery shook his head. "Nope, I bet it's Xiaojun. As always, he ruin the moment. Wait" he went to open the door. Xiaojun stood in front of the door and rubbed his stomach. "Dude I'm hungry. Wanna go dinner? And where's your shirt?" Xiaojun asked but he nodded a few seconds later. "Ahhh, sorry to ruin your moment again. I'll go by myself" Xiaojun said while he wanted to leave but Hendery held his hand to stopped him. "You're not disturbing us. You wanna come in?" Hendery asked. Xiaojun raised his eyebrow. "Wait, are you like.. Having sex with Y/n right now? Dude I don't want to disturb you freakin nuts" Xiaojun said and wanted to leave again but Hendery stopped him again. "Hmm, that's okay if you want to.. Maybe.. Join us? Do something crazy together? You know, threesome Haha" Hendery asked and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Xiaojun shook a bit and start thinking. He smiled and said "If it's okay for you two. I'm getting tired pleasuring myself and wanna try somthing new". Hendery let Xiaojun in.

Xiaojun stopped in front of your naked body on the couch while you panicked and tried to cover your body. "WHAT THE HELL??! XIAOJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??!" you shouting but didn't find a thing to cover your body so you just let Xiaojun saw your naked body with mouth wide opened. "I asked him to come in" Hendery said with a smirk on his face. He came to you and rub your cheeks. "Why don't we try something new, Y/n? I know that you've been fantasizing this before. Getting 2 cocks to fuck your pussy?" he said while looking at Xiaojun who was kinda terrified right now. Hendery was really different here. He's a cheerful guy outside, but when it comes to sex, he's freaking wild. It's like seeing a different person which made Xiaojun shock. You looked at Hendery with the 'how did you know' sight. "How about you? Do you want to?" you asked Xiaojun and he nodded vigorously. "I-I mean.. There's nothing wrong since your boyfriend agree with it. I also want to.. You know.. Pleasuring myself with real pussy? " Xiaojun said. You nodded your head slowly. "Well.. If both of you agree, okay then" you answered while Hendery and Xiaojun looked at each other with a smirk on their face. "But, with one condition" then they looked at you, curious about your next words. "I want to be the dom. You have to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. If you don't, you'll get a punishment. Do you understand?" you asked them. At first, they actually kinda didn't agree but since Xiaojun didn't have experience and Hendery wanted to try something new so both of them agreed.

You started to kiss your boyfriend. He kissed you back while grabbing and squeezing your ass, slapping it playfully. Xiaojun started to undress himself, only his boxer left. You rubbed your boyfriend's clothed boner, he's already that hard. Hendery groaned, biting your lips to giving his tongue the access to your mouth. You gave the 'come here' gesture to Xiaojun with you still kissed your boyfriend. He hesitated at first. You released the kiss. "Come here, don't be shy" you said. Xiaojun approached you two. You kissed Xiaojun until it turns into a heated makeout session. Your grabbed his hair to deepen the kiss. Hendery stood behind you, kissing and sucking the back of your neck, down to your shoulder while kneading your breast from behind. You released the kiss, finding air to breath. "You're such a good kisser" you praised Xiaojun and he's getting shy. "Better than me?" Hendery asked suddenly, stopping his act. You smirked, getting new idea. "Why don't you try it by yourself?" you asked him innocently. "I want to see you two kiss each other" you told them. At first, they looked disgust and hesitated to do it. "You're not obeying my words? Do you want punishment, hm babyboys?" you raised your eyebrow to look intimidating. Hendery shook his head. "No, mommy. I'll kiss him" he said. You actually kinda shocked cause it's the first time he called you that name. Hendery started to kiss Xiaojun. It was really awkward at first and turned into a messy kiss. But finally they found the rythm and going into a hot make out session. You sat on the couch, seeing your boyfriend make out with his best friend satisfied you a lot with a smirk on your face. Hendery's hand started to rub Xiaojun's clothed cock, with a moan came from his mouth. "A-ah.." he moaned into the kiss. Things getting really heated then you decided to touch yourself and playing with your clit a little bit to stimulate it.

After they released the kiss, you told them to undress themselves. Both of them were fully naked now. "Lay on the bed" you said and both of them were laying on the king size bed. "Hendery, can you eat me out? Xiaojun, I'm gonna suck your dick. Am I making myself clear?" you asked. "B-but I want you to suck my dick" Hendery protested. You smiled. "I can't even count how much I suck your dick. It's Xiaojun's first time though" you answered. Xiaojun got shy. "Ah.. Thanks Y/n" he said.

Hendery laid while you sit on his face. Xiaojun stood up beside the bed. Hendery started to playing with your clit with his tongue. "I-it's so fucking good, oh God" you moaned while looking at Xiaojun. You pumped his cock with your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Xiaojun groaned. "Do you like it -ah baby?" you asked and he nodded vigorously. "I like it. It feels so good" he moaned. You pumped it really slowly to stress him out. "I need your mouth, mommy. Fuck! I fucking need your mouth" Xiaojun said while throwing his head back. Oh, this guy also had mommy kink. You slapped his ass. He screamed. "That's not what I want, baby. Use your word" you said, still rubbing his cock slowly. "Mommy, I-I need your mouth, please? I want to feel your warm mouth. Pretty please?". You smiled and started to suck his cock, bobbing your head until his cock touch the back of your throat. You suck him at the same pace as Hendery's mouth at your clit. You moaned, causing the vibration to Xiaojun. "So f-fucking good. Holy shit!" Xiaojun moaned so hard. Hendery groaned. You moved your head faster. You felt him twitching in your mouth which means he's close. "I'm close. Shit! So fucking good. Please, don't stop" Xiaojun grabbing your hair, started to facefucking you but you decided to stop. "Do not touching!" you said and he groaned. "I won't let you cum if you do it again" you continued. "Y-yes. I'm sorry" he said. You slapped his cock a little making him hissed at the feeling. While Hendery's tongue playing your bundle of nerves faster then before. You curled your toes as he found the spot. "A-ah Yes! Right there! Don't stop" you grabbed Hendery's hair making him groan. He's tonguefucking you right now. You had cum few minutes ago if Xiaojun didn't come. But it's okay cause you had two beautiful men pleasuring you right now. Hendery kept abusing your sensitive spot. "I'm close! Wanna cum on your pretty face. Can I, prince?" you asked. He answered with a long whiny moan and finally you have your orgasm. Hendery's face was wet because of your juices. He laughed.

"You wanna try real pussy, huh? Why don't you fuck me? I wanna feel your cock wrap in my tight cunt. Can Xiaojun fuck me, prince?" you asked Xiaojun and Hendery's agreement. "Xiaojun, you really ruin the moment. I can't even feel my girlfriend's tight cunt first" Hendery said and you know he's jealous. You smiled. "Relax, prince. You're gonna receive a reward from me later" you rubbed his soft cheek. Hendery nodded. You were in position with knees and hands on the king size bed. Xiaojun positioning himself and entered you slowly. Both of you moaned while Hendery sat on the couch inside your bedroom, jerking himself off slowly cause he didn't want to cum yet. "You're so fucking big" you moaned and Xiaojun start off slowly, wanna make sure his cock fully inside you. "So tight. Is you're girlfriend suppose to be this tight?" Xiaojun asked Hendery with a smirk while the other just shook his head. "She's always tight for me. That pussy is mine by the way" he answered, still rubbing his own cock. Xiaojun started to go faster, jerking himself inside your cunt. "Shit! This is why you like to fuck her, yeah? So good!" Xiaojun teased Hendery again. Hendery got jealous and approaching you two. He stood in front of you, putting his dick inside your mouth and start facefucking you. You moaned and start to bobbing your head. You already forgot that he's breaking the rules but you want to pleasuring yourself. Being fucked by a dick in your cunt and mouth stuffed with a dick is the first time for you. Saliva and Hendery's precum mixture started to running down your chin, neck, and breast. While your juice and Xiaojun's precum leaking down from your cunt. "I-I wanna.. I wanna cum!! Can I cum inside you, mommy? Want to fill you so fucking bad" Xiaojun said while still pounding into you. Hendery sent a death glare to him. "What the fuck? She's my-" you cut him "Yes, baby. Cum inside me. Wanna feel your warm cum inside my pussy. I'm on pills" you said. Hendery rolled his eyes. Few thrusts later, Xiaojun finally released his cum. "I'm cumming! Mommy, I'm cumming. A-ahhh" he let out his dick. His cum leaking from your pussy, and he decided to eat you out. "Oh my God!! Xiaojun! S-so good! Fuckkk!" you moaned, your hands jerking Hendery off. "I'm close! C'mon baby. Eat that pussy. Yes like that! Yes!!" you screamed. Xiaojun kept his tongue exploring your cunt, sucking his own cum. Hendery shocked that a virgin boy could actually pleasured his girlfriend. "I'm cuming!!!" your whole body shaking and falling on the bed, basically Xiaojun made your body weak. You released your hand from Hendery's dick, edging him. He groaned.

"It's not fair! I haven't cum yet" he protested. You laughed. "Xiaojun, sit on the couch. You're good for a virgin. But you have to learn more on how to fuck from me" he continued, flip your body so you back lay on the bed. He inserted his cock into your pussy fully in without any warning making you jolt. "Fuck! I'm still sensitive!" you groaned and he smirked. "I don't fucking care" he let out his dick and fully fuck you again. He repeated many times before he started to pounding you with fast pace. You put your right leg on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. "Hnghh, deeper! I love you, I love your cock!" you moaned and he pounded you faster. "You love my cock that much, huh? Better than Xiaojun?" he asked, kneading your breast. You nodded. He then rubbed your clit to give more stimulation. You grabbed his hair roughly as he started kissing your neck. Xiaojun wanted to try something more. So he approching you two and sit on the bed. He started to suck your nipple while Hendery kept pounding inside and out of you. Xiaojun gave you more pleasure and you moaned. "Mmmm so good! Being my pussy fucked and nipple sucked" you grabbed Hendery's hair who now hiding in the crook of your neck sending hot air while your left hand grabbed Xiaojun's hair. Hendery's right hand jerking Xiaojun's dick making him moan. Xiaojun left your nipple from his mouth, instead he's using his fingers to play with your left nipple, Hendery's fingers playing with your right one, while his other hand still pumping Xiaojun. For the reward, Xiaojun kissed Hendery and their tongue fighting against each other. Xiaojun's left hand grabbed Hendery's hair to deepen the kiss. You were really satisfied for the view in front lf you. Xiaojun moaned into the kiss because the pressure that he got from his dick. Xiaojun's hand moved from your nipple to your clit. He rubbed it so fast, as fast as Hendery's pace in fucking you. "Shit! I'm close! Don't stop please, hngg yes! I love the way your cock fucking my pussy. I love you I love you! Xiaojun you're hand's so good playing with my clit. You like it, huh?" you moaned in pleasure. Both of them nodded. Hendery's hand moved faster in rubbing Xiaojun's dick making him moan too." I'm close too, baby. Let's cum together" Hendery asked. Xiaojun couldn't say anything, only throwing back his head. After few more thrust, three of you cum together. Loud moans from you three started to filled the bedroom. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby!" Hendery shouted. Xiaojun let a loud whine "A-ahhhh oh my God, hmmm" Xiaojun whined. Hendery cum inside of you, while Xiaojun's cum on your face, putting it inside your mouth. You swallowed his seed and open your mouth again and let out your tongue to show that you already swallow his cum.

Three of you laid on the bed, fully tired. "Fuck, that was hot" you said. Three of you laughed, actually didn't believe what just happen. "We should try it again sometimes. You have three holes right? We only use two" Xiaojun said. "No! I want to have sex with her, just the two of us. No more threesome. This is the last" Hendery protested. "You're the one who asked for a threesome, dumbass" Xiaojun answered, making you laugh. "Hahaha, maybe we should try next time? I haven't tried anal before" you said making your boyfriend's eyes glared to yours. "Anyways, you're still hungry right? Why don't you go to mcdonalds?" Hendery asked Xiaojun. "Because I still want to continue our time. I only cum once" He continued. Xiaojun laughed. "Okay, okay. Let me wear my clothes first. What do you guys want?" he asked. "2 big macs. And also, can you leave us longer? I mean, I want to fuck her until she passed out" Hendery answered while looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. I'll go. Thanks Y/n. Can wait to fuck your ass" Xiaojun said leaving both of you.

"So, why don't we continue our session just the two of us?" Hendery asked you, rubbing his own cock that get's hard again. "But now, you have to obeying my word. Do you understand, princess?" he reached your hair, grabbing it roughly. You gulped.

Here we go, guess you couldn't walk and doing your plans tomorrow.