#pov you get bullied by bad bitches

[crimerhyme]

If it's alright, I think it would be interesting to see the evil Kings (Piccolo Daimao, Vegeta III, Cold and Dabura) hang out together like they're some sort of club.

mean girls

✨mean kings✨

[riki-riks-chick]

Senior Year CH.1 ︱N.RK

riki x reader (high school au)

yn is having a hellish year, but one boy makes it all the more bearable.

cw: fluff! bullying, high school, yn plays handball, toxic parents, toxic home life, swearing, slight verbal abuse.

wdct: 1.8k

requested series!

to the person who requested, pls give me feedback on whether this is good or not bc I WILL rewrite b4 continuing to part two. tyy <3

chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5

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Third Person POV~

 "I'm actually quite shocked. You're doing exceedingly well.. I got a few emails from coaches who watched our last game.. If you're serious about handball when season starts, you might get a scholarship." Your coach explains, and you're genuinely shocked. Sure you'd been training your ass off, but no one usually acknowledges it.

"Really?.. A scholarship where?" You ask as she smiles, amused at your excitement. "The states... Some school in Virginia."  She explains as your eyes widen. "The states!? My mom would never let me go to the states."

"She's not in control of you once you graduate.. You're good.. Don't let her hold you back.. Now, go home after school and rest up.. We have practice tomorrow after school."

You leave, and rather than going home, you head to your job. Working at some burger shack that everyone at your school came to. It wasn't too bad, but you hated being noticed. 

And just to your dismay, these three cheerleaders, that love to make your life, hell walked in. 

You just happened to be the only employee on the register so you had no choice but to take their orders. 

And as you did so, begrudgingly, one of them spoke up. "Aren't you that loser from third period?.." 

You sigh, avoiding her gaze as you finish finalizing their order. "That'll be $23.45.." You ignore her remark, simply wanting to finish the order. She scoffs though, arms crossing tightly across her chest. "Are you not gonna answer me?... Fucking loser."

She pays for the order before walking over to some random seat to wait around for it, and you let out a sigh of relief. 

They've messed with you before, and you simply ignore it. It's better to take the shit than lose your job that you so desperately need, and worked hard to get.

You call the number for their order after a short while, giving them their drinks last as the tallest one of the girls scoffs. "This is the wrong drink." She then takes it out of the holder, throwing it at you, which results in you getting soaked in diet coke. It was, in fact, the right drink.

"What is wrong with you?" You try not to raise your voice, makeup and hair ruined, clothes soaked and sticking irritatingly against your skin, and she's just standing there with a smirk on her face. "You dumb bitch. Can't even get an order right." Just as you're about to retaliate, knowing that you didn't even make her order, someone grabs her wrist, tugging her away from the counter.

"That's enough.. Do you always go around giving people hell? At school, and now here..?" You glance up at the much taller figure gripping your offenders wrist, and you're slightly shocked at who it is.

It's the one boy that you've never heard speak in class, never seen him interact with other people despite his teammates on the basketball team. And yet he's popular.. Tall, handsome, and quiet. It's hard not to notice him.

When you finally snap back to reality, the three girls are storming out of the place and the boy is still standing in front of you, Nishimura Riki.

You've never imagined making eye contact with him, or speaking to him, but when his deep brown eyes meet yours, you immediately glance away, too flustered to continue looking him in the eyes.

He smiles gently, and there's a hint of pity in his eyes. "I'm sorry that happened.. Are you okay?..." His voice is slightly deep, and definitely nicely toned. You simply nod at his question, remembering that you're covered in soda.

"I'm fine.. I can take your order.." You try to deflect but he shakes his head. "No, let me take you home so you can change.. That can't be comfortable for you." 

His voice is very persuasive, and you decide not to argue, telling him to wait before walking into the kitchen to talk to your manager. 

"Mr. Rio...?" You inquire softly as the man glances up from his position at the grill, working on an order. "What happened?" He question, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Some girl threw her drink at me...." Your explanation leaves him to nod understandingly. "Just go home.. I'll handle everything until I can call another person here." 

You question whether he's sure or not before grabbing your stuff and rounding the counter. Riki grabs your stuff for you, carrying your book bag and your waterbottle as he gestures for you to follow him. You follow him towards his car and it's nice, a black mercedes. You're already regretting your decision to let him take you home.

"I can't get in your car like this.." You sigh as he shakes his head. "It's fine.. I'll clean of the seat afterwards.."

You refuse at his words. "No... I don't wanna cause you any trouble..." You argue as he rolls his eyes. "Fine then..." He get in the driver's seat, reaching into the duffle bag in the backseat as he pulls put a towel, putting it on the seat. "Come on. Now I won't even have to worry about cleaning the seat."

You sigh, still hesitant, but you still get into the car. He smiles once you're seated, leaning over the console to reach for your seatbelt, fastening it for you.

"So, where do you live..?" 

The car ride to your house is excruciatingly silent. You're awkward, and he doesn't know how to speak to you. It's just terrible.

"This is my house.." You speak up quietly as he stops the car. "Well.. I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?.." He asks as you nod, unfastening your seat belt and scrambling to get out of the car. "What was your name again?..." He asks as you sigh nervously. "I'm Y/n... L/n Y/n..." You answer as he nods. "Nice. I'm Nishimura Riki.."

And like an idiot, you respond, "I know..." Riki chuckles, smiling. "Then you'll know we have class together.. Don't forget to say hi."

He then drives off, leaving you on the pavement dumbfounded. After a few minutes, you shake it off, heading inside as you take off your shoes. Just to your luck, your mom is on her way out. 

"What are you doing home?.." Your mom questions, brows furrowed inquisitively as she slid into her sneakers. 

"Some girl threw a drink at me at work, so my boss let me go home..." You explain as she scoffs. "You're so weak... Your sister would've kept working.. Learn to endure."

And then she leaves, grabbing her keys before slamming the front door behind her. You hear the lock click shortly after, letting out a sigh of relief.

You hated being compared to your sister. She graduated with honors, and you're barely keeping A's and B's... She's just better... And your mom is no help, constantly comparing you to her. It's definitely not fair because your sister is far from perfect, but you try not to let it haunt you.

The first thing you do is shower, the icky feeling of the soda making your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. After showering, you wash the clothes to avoid the soda staining them permanently. Once all of that is handled, you're rummaging through the kitchen for something decent to eat. In the end, you're settling for pizza rolls and some instant ramen. 

After eating the very random meal, you head upstairs to work on your homework, but to your luck, you left it in the cute boy's car. 

Great, another assignment to fail. You think to yourself as you open your laptop, ready to email your teacher in hopes they'll be understanding. Just as you're about to hit send, a notification sounds on your phone, the screen illuminating with a text from an unknown number. 

You open it, and to your luck its Riki. 

[Hey, it's Riki. I found your backpack in the backseat... I would bring it back, but I'm busy tonight.. Is it okay if I give it back tomorrow?] 

You sigh at the text, deciding to just forget the email and hope that homeroom gives you enough time to complete the homework.

[Yeah.. Tomorrow is fine... I need it during homeroom.]

[Great, I'll be there as soon as school starts.]

You thank him before setting your phone on the desk, sighing loudly. This day has been terrible, practice sucked, you got a drink thrown at you, and now your backpack is at some boy's house all because you accepted a ride home.

You just decide to push everything aside, getting in bed and watching random corny kdramas until you fall asleep.

It's rare that you ever get a good night's rest. If you hadn't left work early, you'd barely be home at 8pm... Luckily you got to sleep a little earlier, but just as quickly as you got lucky, you got unlucky.

You wake up to loud sounds coming from downstairs, and you're already aware of the familiar yelling voices. 

You leave your room, heading quietly down the stairs as you hear your parents yelling, something about money and your dad being irresponsible. 

You're used to the banter, and sometimes you just filter it out, but the sounds of broken glass was slightly alarming.

You peek into the kitchen, your parents are at each other's throats, and eventually your mom just yells for your dad to get out.

The man manages one last rude remark before leaving the house, the door slamming loudly behind him.

Just as your mom walks out of the kitchen, you try to ask if she's alright, she simply pushes past you, heading upstairs quietly.

Your sister still isn't home. God knows what she's out doing this time of night, but you're sure it isn't working.

Almost every last penny of your paycheck goes to your mom, and your sister's paycheck is never the same amount. You know for sure she's blowing it off selfishly, and your mom knows too, but she doesn't care.

One time you bought a new pair of shoes with your check since your family wasn't too far behind on bills, and boy you never heard the end of it. That's why you just give all the money you make to your mother.

And yet she still favorites your older sister. But you try your best to please her anyway. In the end you really don't have a way to impress her, unless you won the lottery maybe.. 

You genuinely just want a normal senior year, and at this point you'll do anything to get it.

[raphael-angele]

Bianca di Angelo and Her Reputation as the Child of Hades

POV: Bianca visits Nico, who is staying with the Jackson family + Paul and Annabeth for school time

Sally, getting a call from the principal: Okay. Okay, please wait. I'll ask her. Bianca, dear?

Bianca, playing mythomagic with Nico and Paul: Yes, Ms. Jackson?

Sally: I just got a call from the principal. Did you tell a few boys to turn themselves in for bullying?

Paul:

Bianca: ...I remember doing something of the sort.

---

Bianca, dropping off Nico to school: Okay, now, you remember what to do if someone calls you that again?

Nico: I tell an adult or Mr. Blofis.

Bianca: That's right. *kisses his forehead* Go.

Nico: Bye, Bia! :) *waves goodbye and leaves*

Bianca: :)

Random guy: Hey. Haven't seen you around here before. You new?

Bianca, getting bad vibes: No, I go to the other side of the school. I'm just dropping my brother off.

Guy: I'm Doug. I'm...part of the welcoming committee here.

Bianca: not interested.

Doug: Psh. Give it 30 minutes in the janitor's closet and-

Nico, running over: BIA! Look, I made this flower yesterday *shows paper flower*

Bianca, smiling: That's very pretty Nico. Why don't you go show your teacher?

Nico, sees Doug: *hides besides Bianca* That's him. That's the guy who keeps calling me the f word.

Bianca:

Doug Friend: Get out of here, kid.

Bianca: Don't talk to my brother that way.

Doug Friend: Don't tell us what to do, bitch.

Nico: MY SISTER ISN'T A BITCH!

Doug: SHUT UP!

Bianca: ...Nico, go back to class.

Nico: ... *sticks his tongue out then leaves*

Bianca: *sighs* Why don't we start over? I'll take that closet offer if it's still available.

Guys:

Doug: Hehehe. Now that's more like it

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Sally:

Paul:

Sally: What happened then?

Bianca: Oh, nothing much. Just a few things that I can't mention with Nico around.

Sally: Okay, well. The principal called to ask me how long you think he should suspend them for.

Paul: ...He...asked Bianca how long they should be suspended.

Bianca: Hmm, two weeks school suspension and one month detention should be enough.

Sally: ...I'll tell him that. *goes back to the phone*

Nico: I WIN!

Paul: What- AGAIN?! Okay, do over! I'm taking you down this time

Nico: That's what you said 5 times ago.

Paul: Hey, 6th time's a charm.

Percy, coming home with Annabeth: We're home!

Sally: Ah! Hey, you two.

Annabeth: Oooh. You guys playing mythomagic? Who won?

Nico: I DID! I WON 5 TIMES NOW!

Bianca: No, we were tied on the 3rd round

Percy: The weirdest thing just happened.

Paul: What is it?

Percy: I got called into the principal's office today. He said that there are some guys who wanted to apologize to Nico.

Everyone: *looks at Bianca*

Bianca: That one I had nothing to do with.

[8myass]

.. egotistical .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. angst, smut (w some plot) pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) (‘y/n’ usage) synopsis. you were too cocky, so jaehyun decided to put an end to that superiority complex you seemed to illude. wc. 2.3k cw. yandere!jaehyun, brat taming dom!jaehyun, bratty sub!reader tw. cursing, name calling (‘bitch’, ‘idiot’, ‘trash’, ‘lowlife’, ‘whore’, ‘slut’), mentions stabbing, reader is such a bad person ngl, degradation (smutty terms and not so smutty terms), manhandling, slight strength kink, blood, pet names (‘honey’, ‘baby’), slapping, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), dirty talk (js jae tbh), dacryphilia, nipple play, daddy kink, sucking on fingers, dumbification, breeding, biting, hickeys a/n. fifth work for jae’s birthday! omg i literally couldn’t stand writing the mc, but i love this and i think it turned out PHENOMENAL 🥳

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in the most condescending way possible, “Really? Were you dropped on the head as a baby? Are you really so stupid as to think I’d be able to fall in love with someone like… Well, like you?”

God, you made his blood BOIL. You were such a fucking bitch, he just wanted to smack you, smack some damn sense into your smartass. You were so conceited, it irked every bone in his body. This wouldn’t be the first time you’d said something like that to him, it wasn’t much different from anything else you’ve ever said to him, really. I mean, anything along the lines of “How could someone with as much to offer as me be with such a lowlife?” Or maybe even something like “You fucking idiot, are you seriously degrading me so much as to say I’m worthy of being with trash like you?” Sometimes it’d even be “Oh, so now you’re calling me ugly?”

You’d take his eagerness to be with you as an insult to yourself because he was nothing to you, not even near the level you were on. You were so great because you were rich, that’s fucking it. All your confidence and cockiness and ego built up over years, it was all because of the amount of green you had to your name. Fucking pathetic, that’s what that was.

Sure, he did love you. More than he can even put into words. But he loathed you all the same.

I mean, you insult him, call him names, bully him into some puny form of obedience like some trained mutt, you’re awful to him. He just loves your beauty, that’s all he can really say about you anymore because he hates that wretched personality of yours. Something’s gonna have to change about that if he’d ever want to see himself with you for the rest of his life again, without stabbing you fifteen times for one single comment.

“Why is it that you have to insult me all the time?” he finally spoke up, causing your laughter to echo through the halls as you strutted along, not paying much attention to his rageful gaze burning holes into the back of your head. 

“Are they really insults? Honey, I feel I’m just speaking facts here. You are a nobody to me, nothing but a mutt that I simply bend in whatever way I choose to,” you weren’t even phased by his question, heels clicking on the hardwood floor up until you stopped in front of your door, pulling your keys out to unlock it before spinning around to look at him with an all-too-amused expression. “Besides, I find it really difficult to fall in love with anyone other than myself because I’m so fucking amazing.”

You stepped into your place as soon as the door was opened, but you were unable to close it, a foot being trapped between the door and the doorframe.

“Get your damn foot out of the door, what the hell is wrong with you?” you snorted, but then his hand found contact with the door, shoving it open all the way so he could walk inside. You were easily shoved with the door because of your weak frame, your strength was nothing compared to his. You watched him with narrowed eyes as he shut the door behind him gently, turning to you with those same rage-filled eyes that he gave you earlier. “Why the fuck do you think it’s a good idea for you to be in my dorm? Do you not have any common decency?”

“For being such a rich bitch, I’m surprised you chose to stay in the dorms,” he muttered, taking a few steps toward you until he could easily place his hands on either side of your torso, holding you in place, even as you started squirming in protest, an expression of disgust displayed quickly over your features. He was so close to you now that he could smell that whorish perfume you always wore that you claimed was so expensive but you really just bought it at a corner shop, your hot breath warmed his chilled lips, the blush spreading across your cheeks at such an intimate interaction was fully available for him to see now that you were directly in front of him, in his grasp.

“Unhand me, dickhead,” you punched at his chest as soon as you realized squirming wasn’t getting you anywhere, but he just laughed. His laugh was deep, low, it sent chills down your spine, your fists hesitating their movements, and eyes meeting his piercing ones. In an instant, you were picked up, practically thrown over his shoulder. You were fighting; kicking and screaming for him to let you go, put you down, at least, but he didn’t listen one bit. You had wound up in your bedroom, thrown onto your bed in the midst of the chaos. But as soon as you attempted to stand up, you were quickly pinned back down, a pair of lips locking with yours.

You struggled under his hold, his tongue bickering with yours in such a callous way that made you whimper underneath his strong hold. Soon, it became too much for you, losing your breath, desperate to be freed from his unforgiving grasp, you bit hard onto his bottom lip. His grip on your wrists only tightened as his lips moved against yours rougher now, the taste of metallic seeped into your mouth, more whines and soft cries falling from you as his knees assisted in spreading your legs apart so he could press his clothed cock against your already soaked panties, grinding against you until your skirt was fully lifted up and he could feel the moisture seeping through his pants.

Finally, he pulled his lips away from yours to smirk down at you, your eyes fluttering shut as your lips had become swollen, coated with the crimson that you caused to escape his own lips. His eyes trailed down your body to catch sight of the patch of wetness you transferred onto his pants, mumbling, “So you like being treated like a little whore, is that it?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you snapped, eyes locked with his, only for a second because you weren’t able to watch the cockiness bubbling inside him. “I-I’m no whore.”

“You’re my whore, how’s that, baby?” he leaned down toward your ear, lips brushing against your lobe as he seductively whispered. You subconsciously tilted your head so he would have more access to your neck. One of his hands left its grip on your wrist to trace down the center of your stomach until his fingers were able to slip into your panties, two fingers quickly curling inside you. 

You let out a breathy gasp as your free hand grasped at his shirt, “N-no, Ja-Jae, please. St-stop it.”

“What’s the matter? You don’t like this?” he hummed, leaving gentle kisses along your jawline. “Or do you want more? Is that the problem?”

You shook your head, unable to deny his question with your words. Every time you tried to speak, the air was only met with another choked-out moan from you.

“Jae, pl-please, don’t wa-wanna cum like this,” you cried, finally managing out a jumbled-together sentence with the last sane fiber of your being.

“You want my dick instead? It’s okay, baby, just say it. Say you want me to fuck you like the whore that you are,” he chuckled, adding a third finger into your cunt as soon as you began clenching around the first two. “I’ll give you what you want if you just ask nicely.”

“N-no,” you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, shaking your head over and over again, your brain scattered. “F-fine, fine. I-I want your dick, Jae, pl-please, fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of you to fumble with his pants, shoving them off of him, shirt coming off next. You wanted to help him, but you had so much shame built up inside you that all you could do was keep your eyes shut, waiting for him to make the next move. Your face was brightly flushed red, lips pink and swollen, remnants of wet droplets rolling down your cheeks. 

He shoved your panties to the side, pushing his erect cock between your folds, hissing at the way your walls clung to him out of desperation. He had let go of your other wrist by now too, using that free hand to massage your boob from overtop your shirt as he slipped himself into your tight hole. You squealed as you covered your face with your small hands, which he allowed only until he had fully bottomed out, balls sloppily slapping against you as his pace was fast from the start. He grabbed your hands away from your face, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as the other pinched at your nipples. 

You cried in pure pleasure, wincing from the level of bliss you were experiencing.

“Do you like this, bitch? Hm? Gonna admit that you like being treated like a whore yet? Gonna admit that you’re my whore yet?” he growled, smacking your cheek weakly, gripping your chin to force your head to the center, your eyes popping open to lock with his at the impact, which caused you to sniffle. “You’re letting such a lowlife, a loser, a piece of fucking garbage fuck you like a slut and you’re fucking loving every moment of it.”

“Don’ li-like,” you slurred, mind blurred and vision fuzzy as an overwhelming knot grew in your stomach. 

He smacked that same cheek again, a soft cry falling from your parted lips, “Why can’t you just fucking tell me the truth, huh? Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?!”

“I-I’m so-sorry!” you squealed, a train of tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness from them stinging the newly reddened hand marks on your face. “I-I love this! Yo-your slut, your wh-whore! I-I’ll be whatever you want, daddy!”

A smirk formed on his face the moment he heard your words, the same three fingers he had inside of you not too long ago slipping past your lips and all the way into your mouth, choking you only a little before you began sucking on them out of comfort as your moans vibrated his flesh, eyes rolling back, head dizzying, legs trembling more and more with every thrust he made into you.

“Try acting all high and mighty when you talk to me now,” he scoffed, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, gagging you each time he pressed them down the back of your throat. “Every time you do that shit, I’m just gonna have to remind you what a good cumslut you are for me and fuck you stupid, just like this.”

You whimpered against his rough movements, yet you really were loving every moment of it. You choked out some incoherent phrases against his fingers, but no one would even be able to understand you by this point, you were long gone, losing yourself in the pleasure you were feeling.

“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll fucking bleed my seed,” he groaned, teeth making contact with the skin on your neck in rough bites and sucks. You shook your head as soon as you heard his words, the thought of him cumming in you was too much for you to handle. You tried to shake him off you, but your panicked attempts were met with a dark chuckle as his fingers exited your mouth. “Go ahead, speak.”

“N-not inside,” you whined, more tears streaming down your face, leaving behind paths of moisture on top of the dried tears.

“Nonsense,” he snapped, smacking your face as harshly as the last two time combined. You cried loudly, squirming aggressively under him, but his hips didn’t slow down for even a second. His thrusts might’ve gotten sloppier, but his movements, if anything, got faster. “You’ll take everything I fucking give you with absolutely no complaints, do you understand, whore? You will take all my fucking cum and you won’t waste a single drop.”

“Pl-please, no, no!” you cried, yet your body was opposing your protests, shaking in pure esctasy. Giving up, your next phrase moaned loudly was, “Shi-hit, fill me up, daddy! Need your cum in me right now! Need it all!”

“So demanding,” he purred, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive bud as his mouth collided with yours. You cried against his lips, body convulsing violently underneath his strong body, head spinning. Soon, your warm cum soaked his cock, his own cum shooting out as strands inside you. He made sure he held you tightly in place with both hands gripping your hips to fuck his cum as deep as possible, head thrown back. Your own hands trailed along his perfectly toned abs out of curiosity, running along the bumps with a soft smirk falling over your beautifully curved up lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered, popping out of your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing, missing his cock filling you up, feeling empty without him. He fell down onto the bed next to you, gazing over at your gorgeously glistening body, layers of sweat coating your delicate skin.

“We… had sex…” you shakily spoke out, too afraid to look over at him for even a second. You were ashamed of yourself and how you acted, and reacted, with him. 

“I ruined that cocky ego of yours, huh?” he chuckled, sitting up to look down at you exhausted figure, now being in your line of vision. 

You blinked repeatedly as you stared into his now cocky eyes, rolling yours, “You’re a douche, you know that?”

He laughed again, crawling back on top of you, causing your breath to quickly be caught in your throat, unable to spit out a reply to his disgustingly egotistical laugh.

“Oh, honey, I’ve only just started.”

[wooyoungisbaby]

Finally sat down to make a proper list. This took a fuckin WHILE!!

All of these are member/member, literally all the xreader i've read is here on tumblr. I'm always open to recommendations, don't be shy o send some my way ^^

Please let me know if any of the links are broken or wrong! :) DM me if you wanna ask for clarifications about anything, i'd be happy to help :)

Red title: contains smut. most of this list is just smut :') Blue title: angst

Sillage by BBQkitten | 90k · OT8 · MG centric · omegaverse · mind the tags

After suffering a particularly horrible physical assault from his pack leader, a very traumatized alpha Mingi gets adopted by Hongjoong's pack. Here, he finally starts the journey to healing from the abuse he suffered in his childhood and young adulthood.

We Got Innocence for Days by CoffeeKitten | 24k (ongoing) · OT8 · WY centric · omegaverse

- Wooyoung is an omega who has never had a home, and his past gave him a lot of shame about his own natural behaviours T_T He's taken in by the rest of AU-teez, and they begin to show him that he's great the way he is :')

Collar Full by long_green_onion | 6k · OT8, WY centric · incubus WY

Wooyoung is an incubus, and dating the rest of ATEEZ. None of them knows what he is, and he feels guilt for hiding this secret from his partners. After a while of not having sex, he's starting to have serious hunger issues. Which is to say, he needs sex or he gon die. But none of the others want to fuck him bc he looks like he's dying - which hE IS.

Digression by ImNotSorryImThirsty | 4k · everyone except matz · WY centric · kinky

Wooyoung has been a big ol brat recently, and his boyfriends team up to punish him thoroughly. A great time is had by all.

Don't want to stay in the dark || 7k · YS centric · OT8 · omegaverse · omega YS · hurt/comfort

After a horrible dance practice and the thought that maybe his pack did not want him, Yeosang goes into heat for the very first time.

Libido by cosywoo | 12k · OT8 · CS centric · omegaverse · trans characters, both primary and secondary gender

A mix of medicines, remedies, and sex are pushing San ever closer to the bliss of being bitched, and he loves it.

How To Care For Your Song Mingi by twoshotrobot | 3k · OT8 · MG centric · everyone else's POV

A home made documentary about how to keep Mingies happy and content. Spoiler: You just need to provide him with enrichment in his enclosure, by which i mean. well. peanits.

Now The Time Stands Still by kittenhwa | 2k · OT8 · MG centric · kink · sub MG

#gangbang #cock_cages #rope_bondage #degradation #objectification #struggling and more :3

Muzzled by cosywoo | 4k · CSxWYxYH · puppy play · sub WY

Puppy Wooyoung is being very bad, but luckily he has owners who are ready to degrade punish train him :)

Play Pretend by beanguni | 45k · YSxYH > YSxCSxWY · non-idol AU · kink · YSxYH fake dating

Yeosang is in love with his roommates Wooyoung and San. He teams up with his colleague Yunho, a kinky bastard, to make them jealous :3c

Cast Out by beanguni | 37k · YHxMG · soulmates AU · college AU · top YH

Yunho and Mingi are rivals, but they do love to fuck.

A Child of the Sea by HJsGayBF | 8k · HJxWY · mermaid + soulmate AU · mpreg but it's a mermaid

After an injury, mermaid Wooyoung, is taken care of by the crew of Hongjoong's pirate ship. But... What is this feeling inside both their chests... No... it can't be....... unless? uwu

Don't Stop by imiyoko | 1,5k · HJxWY · mean dom HJ

"This was supposed to be a punishment — Edging you while I use you" Hongjoong sneered, "But you just take everything I give you like the toy you are, huh?"

Under My Skin by geshulins | 7k · HJxWY · mean dom HJ

Hongjoong bullies Wooyoung and makes him cum :)

Biting Down by cosywoo | 11k · CSxWYxHJ with bg HJxSH · non-idol AU · cucking · mean dom HJ

Sannie and Wooyoung are boyfriends, but there's a real hot guy at Wooyoung's place of work. San gets cucked and he is Very into it :)

I Miss You by flowerwoo | 2k · SHxWYxHJ · fluff and smut

Wooyoung cockwarms his favourite hyungs. thats really it.

Comfort in the Night by regalmingi | 1.3k · SHxWY · cockwarming · sub WY

Wooyoung is anxious and the medicine is. well. it's Seonghwa's peanits :) how convenient that they're dating!

froot by cosywoo | 2.5k · OT8, SHxWY focused · kink

With the help of blindfolds, light bondage, a cock cage and fruit, Seonghwa helps Wooyoung practice his patience.

Desecration by ImNotSorryImThirsty | 3k · SHxWY · sub WY · background OT8 · kink: CNC, humiliation etc

Wooyoung was naughty, and Seonghwa teaches him a very thorough lesson.

Acts of Service by seonghwalazia | 6.5k · SHxWY · dom SH

Wooyoung asks Seonghwa to take care of him. In this case, "taking care of him" involves making cum so hard that he cries- repeatedly. Wooyoung loves it though.

Tool Thrash by orca_mandaeru | 2k · SHxWY + YS · sub WY

seonghwa belts wooyoung's ass in front of the members, yeosang may get involved

Tame a Brat by Moonshine_Milkshake | 4k · SHxWY · sub WY · kink · aftercare, crying

Seonghwa doms the fuck out of Wooyoung and then takes really good care of him as he cries in the aftermath :')

if looks could kill by comma | 14k · SH&YS · escort YS · protective SH · mind the tags

"We are so going to hell.” Seonghwa laughs. “‘Course we are. Together.”

Sweet Peas and Freesia by Evmoonleigh | 4k · SHxYS · omegaverse · dom prostitute SH · both alphas

Seonghwa isn’t supposed to play favorites. He’s a professional.

Lotus and Pink Peppercorns by Evmoonleigh | 5k · SH+CSxHJ · omegaverse · alpha prostitute SH · omega clients CS and HJ

“We’ve never done this before,” Hongjoong starts slowly. “My husband’s name is San. We’re both Omegas. I…can’t give him what he needs, so I need you to do it for me.”

Call Me Doberman by zesstea | 41k · CSxWYxYS mainly · kink AU · dom YS

Established couple WooSan want to try new dynamics in the bedroom, but it's not quite working out for them. So San finds himself a dom in "Doberman", Yeosang. Things... Escalate, and they all become more importamt to each other than initially planned.

We'll hold off the flood tonight by ninetyeights | 17k · CSxWYxYS · non-idol AU · fluffy!! · podfic version

wooyoung's boyfriends fall in love: the fic

Flight 806 by Evmoonleigh | 10k · JHxYS · sci-fi AU · soft mind the tags · space travel

Yeosang goes to space! :D ...He can feel something calling for him from out there, and he has no idea why.

The Feeling You Bring by moonrisematz | 15k · HJxSH · non-idol AU · friends to lovers · dom SH

Seonghwa ""accidentally"" tells Hongjoong about one of his kinks, edging/denial, and Hongjoong is decidedly not handling the information well. What happens next will warm your heart :}

Take Care of a Leader by Moonshine_Milkshake | 1.4k · HJxSH · bottom SH

Seonghwa lets Hongjoong fuck him sometimes. But this is the first time Hongjoong surprises him.

Clutch series by cosywoo | ~24k · SH centric, feat. CS and WY · eggs! :)

Tentacles and eggs man, what more do you need to know?

Imbroglio by orca_mandaeru | 3k · OT8 · SH centric · feat. CS, WY, YH · omegaverse · sub SH

Omega Seonghwa is tied up for anyone to fuck if they so choose. Wooyoung chooses to tease him bc he's a meanie!! But perhaps after that, someone will show up and let him come? óuò

It Would Cost You by lieanni | 8k · SHxCSxWY · kink · dom SH · sub CS

Wooyoung is invited to join San and Seonghwa for a scene.

And they were roommates by zesstea | 6k · SHxCSxMG · sub CS · trans CS · edging/denial

San gets that special glow™ when he goes on stage after being edged. Mingi and then Seonghwa are determined to help him achieve this.

Practice Lesson by zesstea | 7k · MGxJH · they switch :)

Mingi is unhappy that he's inexperienced in bed, Jongho selflessly offers to help him out.

All Mine by undeliveredtruth | 5k · MGxJH · gentle dom JH

Mingi is upset about a smth that happened on a game show, and Jongho takes care of him by making him cum :)

Everyone Needs Some Care by Moonshine_Milkshake | 6k · MGxSH · top + gentle dom SH · background OT8

Seonghwa likes to take care of his band mates by having sex with them. Mingi has never taken him up on the offer before, but Seonghwa is happy to help him de-stress.

Mind the tags section

Fics that depict noncon or dubcon between members.

Trial and Error || 2.5k · SH (WY, YS) · sub/victim SH · noncon

Seonghwa is the primary subject for a clinical study.

Eyes On Me by SariErrbody | 50k · CSxWY · non-idol AU · stalking, dubcon, past noncon ...

Wooyoung works at a cafe, and there's this patron who's very handsome but also very odd. The patron keeps showing up just to stare at him.

Nectar and Ambrosia by orca_mandaeru | 4k · CSxYS · superhero AU · sub CS · dubcon?

Magical girl Yeosang lets San suck him off :3

Until He Breaks by JustNothingHelps | 5k · CSxHJxWY mafia AU · noncon

Hongjoong has something San and Wooyoung want, and they are real mean to him to get him to spill the beans about its location.

Entrapped by gutsey | 5k · CSxHJxWY · mafia AU · transmasc victim HJ · noncon

San and Wooyoung need some intel from Hongjoong, the tech guy of an opposing mafia family. And well. They try to fuck it out of him :)

The Secrets Within by flamewhipper | 11k · SHxWYxYS · alien SH · tentacles · dubcon

Yeosang and Wooyoung are waiters at a resuatrant. One day, they have a very, very beautiful patron who captures their attention in a way that seems very, very unnatural.

[mentallydanielmolloy]

Falling the hard way.

[ Spencer reid x reader ]

WARNINGS: lots of mentions of anorexia, overexhaustion, professor - student relationship, sickly thin reader

note: this is how i cope, if you feel triggered by any of these please dont read. also, i am in no way trying to romanticise eating disorders.

Summary: when you joined university, you thought it would be different than highschool, but you were wrong. The bullying stayed, making you relapse anorexia. Dr. Spencer Reid’s eyes worryingly go after you everywhere.

[READERS POV]

Another semester is ahead of me, today is the first day of new beginnings. You already went there for a year or so, but this time everything changed. As I pulled the clothes on my slim body, with coffee in hand, I left my apartment. Everyone was treating me differently since I lost a lot of weight.

Some with fascination, some with frustration, but non with worry. Until this day. First lesson for the day was criminology, so I rushed to the room filled with some students already. All that hurry made me really dizzy, so after finding my seat, I took some more sips from my iced americano. I left it in the fridge yesterday, it was still good thought. When an unknown middle aged man walked into the room, my eyes widened. Who is this dude, and where’s our old teacher? She wasn’t that tempting as this fine man was.

- Good morning Students! My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. As you might know, unfortunately Dr. Flamming died yesterday. - He sighed, then look around a bit. We locked eyes for a moment, and it almost made me as dizzy as pe classes did back in highscool. His beautiful hazel brown eyes struck into me like lighting, leaving me scarred for the rest of my life. I can’t have him. First of all, he’s my professor, second of all, he’s like fourty- and last but not least: I’m fucked up. I wouldn’t be able to recover if somebody was watching over me, waiting to fatten me up so they can make fun of me. I have to do this on my own.

He started teaching, this time we talked about trigger. How criminals get sucked into, and destroy their life for something that happened to them. I have been only bad with myself, so no jail for me. Maybe the mental hospital would be a good idea, but I’m not even sick enough for that..Will I ever be?

I saw the girls, even some boys were already amazed by Dr. Reid. No way I would ever have a chance with someone like him.

I stood up way too fast, when the class was over. I wanted to go out for a cigarette, so I can clear my head. Ruining my plans, my vision went blurry, and my stick legs gave up their duty. I fainted, like on those stupid eating disorder movies. How lame, I should know fucking better then this.

I woke up in a hospital, which already made me panic big time. I wanted to leave, but someone prevented me from doing so. I thought it was a nurse, but no. It was my criminology professor.

- Hey! Go easy now. You have to stay here. You are severely malnourished, but I think you are aware of that fact too. - He sighed, and soon a nurse came in too with…food.

- No thank you, I’m not hungry! I’m curious about when can I leave? - I said, sitting cross legged on the cheap bed.

- You can either have this meal young lady, or you can have the tubes again. - It’s the same nurse as five years ago. I hate my luck. I saw Dr. Reid was worried, so I took the plate. - Thanks. This was just a tiny slip up, I promise. I’m way better! - I said to the woman working here. She sent me a disbelieving scoff, and left the room.

- What a bitch. - I muttered, and picked up the plastic fork. Usually they give silver ones, but they know me already. Once I tried to attack a nurse who was trying to force feed me.

- She is just worried. We all are. - He started at me, volunteeringly watching me eat. - Do you want some help? I know it’s hard to get yourself to do it in this headspace.

- Don’t profile me. I like privacy when I’m eating. Okay? - I looked at him annoyed, but he only smiled a little. What a jerk!

- Absolutely not. I’m gonna sit here, and watch until you finish that. - He sat down, leaning forward to watch me play with my food.

- Are you into feederism or something? - I sighed, and slowly started eating, drinking some water after each bite.

- No, I’m not into eating disorders in general. Listen, you don’t know me. Why don’t you speak about your relapse? It’s easier to tell someone you hardly know. And maybe I can help. I’m pretty big into psychology as you could probably tell. - He chuckled a bit at the end, and god it was adorable.

I swallowed the food that was in my mouth, drink some more water, and started speaking again.

- Well, why not. It’s stupid tho. There was this phase in high school when I would hardly eat anything, and throwing up after I had something. It was because all of middle school, they bullied me for my size. They even pretended to like me, so they can wound me harder after I believed them. It was a nightmare. Anyways….I somehow recovered, and now I’m here again. I had some of my old friends tell me that I gained a lot of weight and that hit the spot probably. - I fought back tears at the end of my speech, I was embarrassed, mortified even.

- I saw your picture up on the university wall. You are one of the top students. You looked really pretty. Mesmerising. You weren’t even chubby. I realise they probably meant that in a positive way, meaning that you are glowing, you look healthy, and..yourself. But for a former anorexic, it’s really stupid to say that. A simple compliment would have been better. I’m so sorry. Come here. - He spread his arms, inviting me to a hug. I was very vulnerable, so I gave in.

- You did so well. So so well, and I’m really proud of you. I mean it. - He pat my head as soon as he let go of me, and I honestly thought I was in heaven.

[greatkittydream]

@howlingday tell me if you like this

Ruby pov: It's alright, jaune. I will help you unlock your magic abilities. As she said this, her tale beat behind her a mile a minute

After the MEE scoring test, the bullying got worse against him Everyone from the weakest skeleton The strongest skeleton seemed to have it out for him Which kind of makes sense after all humans and vampires are The only ones that get along with each other. All the other monsters were hunted before the age of enlightened.

Jaune: Thanks, Ruby i-.

???: Owww. turning her head over. She saw the most pathetic bully in the school messing with a wear rabbit. Carter winchester His family comes from that of gargoyles pretended to be humans in the enlightenment era. And even before that. Well, it isn't my Is problem. He's not messing with my underling in my pack, so it should be fine.

Ruby: So any way ja-... Where'd he go.

Spinning her head at almost broke. She saw jonah somehow in front of this conflict before she had time to even recognize.

Jaune: Hey there's no need for violence.

Turning her head So quick, many would have thought she broke it she had no idea how he managed to get in front of Carter that quick or get past her without her noticing.

Carter: Human trash doesn't get to decide who is strong and not. And with a spurring backhand, he managed to hit. Jaune square on the nose, breaking it.

Dame it, now she had to get involved getting ready to transform. She was about to tear this boys head of when jaune mana Released, it's not uncommon for people untrained to release other Mana. One damaged as a deterrence but what came out of him was.

An oppressive presence it was a dark miasthma for those That can see manna this was not what you would normally see it's typically clear In light, his was nothing but a black Miasthma, that felt as if it was death itself. Trying to grab you, it was Viscus, too. It was touchable if you were to walk through it. It would be as if you were swimming through water in the air. It is in the worst part of all. It reached from corner to corner of the lunch room. Everyone that felt it had every instinctual part of their brains. Screaming to run worst of all for the ware beasts everything in their brain Said run. run As far as you can as fast as you can if you want to live. Ruby herself was shaking hers was a bit different. It was more like submit to the new leader of their group. She wanted nothing more than get on her knees and beg to live.

Standing up and looking carter in The eyes carter full will expected to die any moment

Jaune: I'm sorry for any trouble. She may have caused you. But we don't have to resort to violence. As he said these words, the mana immediately went back into him, behaving as if it was sentient, the atmosphere immediately got lighter.

Carter: y-ya, well, I was getting bored anyway. Let's go. And with that, his group of goons left with that trying to save face.

Walking back over, jaune sat back down at the lunch table With ruby Lucky for him none of his teammates nor ruby were there.

Jaune: That was so scary. I thought I was going to die for a moment. Thank god he could be talked out of it.

Ruby: ya Hey remind me never to make you mad again.

Tell me if this is bad or not new to writing Also I think ruby when in werewolf form will think and talk like this ruby: bitch he's mine Also I think in this ruby should be a bit more obsessive and territorial about things She likes for example her friends And yang could be a bit more greedy cause you know dragons hord.

[wordsvomit101]

I'm a random cringe teenager in school, we are not in Euphoria dude.

Author note: It is from Leviathan's pov because I do not want to come back to that dark time that closely, both of my arms shag to the ground when I thought back to it. Plus I need to write something else besides the quiz or else I might flip. Warnings: OOC, you might not relate to this MC, Leviathan being weird.

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(Lunch Break)

"Stop moping. I can't stand that idiotic sulking face of yours. Either get out of my sight or speak quickly," he snapped, hitting the right button as your mouth, busy chewing rice, halted to gulp it down before you began yammering nonstop.

"I don't know what I was doing back then, dude. I should just cooperate with them but I tried to act cool and know it all. Fuck! It was so bad and I sound like a total asshole! I might need to change the table," you lamented, as if not bothering to breathe.

You sit across him in the cafeteria, the space humming with the cacophony of annoying mortals and the frigid metallic scent of their food trays. The students' chatter is a relentless torrent, bouncing off the walls and reaching into every corner of the room. It's relentless, grating, and suffocating. It's the sound of a thousand conversations overlapping, each one clamoring for attention, each one more meaningless than the last. He tries to focus on the disgustingly low-quality food and your voice, to block out the noise, but it's impossible. The clatter of trays, the scrape of chairs, the mindless babble—it's all too much. He feels his fingers twitching, his palms itching to cover his ears and shut out the world, or maybe just slaughter all of them.

"The rest of the class was ok, I think, but I can see how they uncomfortably sit and not look back at me. Oh my god, I didn't just set off a series of bullying in my second year in high school, did I? Shit, I definitely did," you rambled on.

"Then how is it my problem?"

You look up at him with all the innocence those eyes could muster, yet hiding the aggravating angel-like rat behaviors. You give him another vein on the neck.

"You silly goose, you stuck with me for too long, and after all we've gone through, you have to share this with me. I stuck through your cringe emo phase when we were in middle school so this is the least you could do, you ungrateful brat," you chided him in a tone an older sibling would, and it only made him want to choke you from across the table.

It was maddening. Despite your apparent introversion, you never remained isolated for long. Even when you occupied a seat by yourself, you were always within the watchful gazes of at least three others. He had once witnessed you sitting alone in a classroom, but within five minutes, you had hastily gathered your belongings and hurried off to an extracurricular activity, your punctuality bordering on par with those from Niflheim, which is not appreciated in this situation.

Now he has to sit here and listen to your endless yapping again while surrounded by these stank mortals. Their pungent socks and unwashed body odors assaulted his delicate nostrils. Sharing your sensory experience became a curse as he lamented the existence of his sensitive nose. The stench from a table away was an unbearable torment, something that only that vixen Beelzebub and his cronies would enjoy.

"Ughh, I'm so fucked, you will be fine for sure but I don't know when my resting bitch face effect run out. Oh, can you eat this for me? Thanks, I don't have the will to try to eat them today."

"When did I say I-"

"Just eat them, will you? Plus my parents and I once bet on how tall you will be in the future. They both said you will be in the 6-foot range but I said 6'3 so grow faster for me," nonchalantly you quickly interrupted him with another story that your mind made up to patch up the holes his presence left.

You already put all the vegetables on his tray before he could say anything and get back to stuffing those cold things you called pork into your mouth again. Despite his genuine attempts to offer alternative snacks and better choices from nearby vendors, you remained steadfast in your refusal, compelling him to endure these demeaning moments alongside you. Annoyingly preaching something about saving money despite how you impulsively bought them both two bags of crab chips and bottles of banana milk the next day... If he threw it away you would be both sad and angry at him, possibly even not talking to him again for weeks unless he explains why so he, humiliatingly, chews those junks down his throat... It wasn't bad, at least.

But your smug looks ruin that moment and even dare to tease him about it despite your cheeks being stretched out by him like useless dough.

All the times he tried to initiate something with you, small or big, you outright gave him a funny disgusted look that was different from how those vile angels did but got on his nerves all the same. One time you even poked his eyes and screamed bloody murder, grinning childishly all the while, before he chased you around the school grounds, making a scene for the whole student body like some kind of circus. It's still a mystery how you manage to outrun him despite your less-than-stellar PE scores.

"What's with that grumpy look? You look like a monkey that just ate a hot chili—A good-looking one, of course, so chill your ass down, bro, that look could give a grandmother a heart attack."

... He had often contemplated the violent retribution he could inflict upon you—hanging you high by the neck or sending you tumbling down the unforgiving steps for each careless barb you hurled his way, only to watch you brush it off with a nonchalance that made it seem like nothing. In the reality of your usual demeanor, you would shy away from his gaze and hide your thoughts in your polite smile, an unspoken pact of avoidance. But now, you were a stranger to your former reserve, an uncharted territory in which your words flowed freely, unlike the distance you put around yourself toward everyone... It's grating as much as it is refreshing.

"I should cut your tongue off one of these days so you wouldn't spew nonsense all the time."

"Ah shush buddy, I would already be buried by now if you took your threat seriously. Also, what is our next class? Math? Shit, did we have homework in math? I can't remember, I only cramp on our literature work."

He learns something else about you that only makes him want to hurl you through the wall. Despite having all the time in the world, you whine and moan when it comes to your duties but you read through those meaningless comics and binge-watch countless romance dramas online, swooning over fictional humans whose appearances barely reach half his height almost every night. Instead of making good use of your time, you ignore the genuine thing right next to you. He should have twisted your nose off your face when you laughed at his face back then.

He ignored the flutter in his ribcage when he thought back to your smiling face, carefree and looking up at him with playfulness as you took joy in his frustration.

"Your stupidity never ceases to astound me. We have a test tomorrow, you bull-headed rat." Standing up, he took both of their trays to the table to be cleaned later. He didn't eat much besides the gross vegetables you put on his tray and waited for you to finish eating. As you two walked, you continued to talk incessantly, and he had to suffer through the noise.

"Aiya, stop with that snobby ass speech and help me study. At least I remember the formula, you know? An achievement for people like me who suck at it! You should be proud of your homie."

"I would be disappointed in myself if I ever am proud of the likes of you, you ange- rat."

Glancing down at you, your gazes ahead and not a bit bothered, it made him want to wipe it off your face and make you red with anger and embarrassment like that time… but you would never accept it, nor would your eyes give him the same reaction he was starting to get used to. Getting used to this mundane routine, the normalcy of this setting was so much different compared to schools in Hades. It was peaceful. It made him want to hold your hand…

"Hey."

Your serious tone of voice broke him out of his thoughts. When he glanced back, you were frowning, contemplating… You were realizing the differences again, this was the 35th time you did this. He admits he underestimated you when he first got into your memory zone. You almost blasted him with thunder magic the first time you uttered that human's name after he refused to join you to go to the anime convention for the 6th time. He envied how just by a mere utterance of that wretched name, you easily broke out of your trance.

Like last time, your eyes didn’t have that foggy glaze over them but were becoming brighter again.

"Have you ever talked like an old man like that?… And have you always had those horns before? Your voice sounds deeper too…"

But no matter, it was an easy fix, some rearranging, and good leading words would do. Before your gaze looked away from his and your smile went cold again, he quickly took out your favorite flavor lollipop from his pocket and unwrapped it easily between his hands, acknowledging how you were becoming more tense each second and your eyes almost fully cleared even without looking at you.

"Are you-"

"Hmph, you must have a lot of time to even question things like this."

Gently shoving the lollipop into your mouth and taking in your shocked face, his heart was unconsciously at ease when you calmed down after tasting the familiar treat between you and that human. You gazed up at him with a goofy smile, humming a tune as you continued walking to class together, the tension between you dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

"Did you buy it from the vendor? I thought they were out of this flavor today- Ah wait, I need to finish this quick. How much time do we have left until class starts?"

As you two entered, he swiftly slipped into his seat, cutting you off. The class was strewn with a sparse gathering of students, as per the norm… Tch.

"Not a single ‘thank you’, it seems you’re the ungrateful one. I should let you rot once that test comes around."

"Hah?! H-hey I get it alright?… I’m sorry ok? Sorry for taking you for granted."

As you settled into the seat before him, a sense of remorse washed over you, reflected in the apologetic gaze you cast upon him. It was as if your eyes carried the weight of a thousand regrets, and he could almost visualize your invisible ears drooping in a display of pitiful sorrow. With a hesitant glance upwards, you met his gaze, mirroring the submissive demeanor of some of his summoned creatures, evoking a sense of empathy tinged with a hint of melancholy.

… Funny, that was how you looked at him when you brought that whip on his back. Not like this, it was not one where he could sense the disgust you had for yourself as you held back from apologizing. That might be one of the last times you were ever expressive toward him.

"I’m sorry… and thank you for buying this for me, and for the many other times you did."

Your voice was softer now, almost like a whisper, yet honest all the same as your eyes never strayed from his. However, he preferred that impish grin you usually directed at him than this.

"Heh, like I need your worthless apology. Finish it quickly, the teacher is coming."

In a swift and unspoken gesture, you couldn't help but emit a soft snort and playfully nudge his arm, a silent indication of your camaraderie. With a subtle yet meaningful exchange, you effortlessly returned to your designated spot, sinking into your seat as you savored the sweet crunch of your lollipop. In that fleeting moment, the weight of somberness that loomed above both of you dissipated into the ether, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a false sense of lightness.

"Geez, way to ruin a nice apology, you jerk."

"…"

The veneer of normalcy would inevitably crack, the charade becoming an unsustainable burden. As the school bell pierced the air, summoning students into the classroom and the teacher embarked on the lesson, his gaze fell upon your slouched posture, a telltale sign of your mind already drifting off to daydreaming. When the final bell tolled, signaling the end of class, he alone would carry the weight of these fleeting moments and a poignant reminder of the unspoken connection that had flickered between you.

'… For now, let me savor this a little bit longer.'

[justplainwhump]

Bad pets

Follows seamlessly after this piece on Angel and Lourdes, narrowly escaping recapture... or did they, really??

Developed with and written for @wildfaewhump - I do hope Lourdes is captured (pun not intended) well in this, I love them so much.

Content / warnings : BBU, BBU recapture, creepy whumper, whumper pov, referenced noncon (romantic training), referenced facility whump. Just some nasty people enjoying their nasty job.

Piers Scott was the sort of man others easily considered a bully; which was probably confirmed by how little that reputation bothered him. He was tall, broad around the shoulders, and the sort of heavy that came from strength rather than from fat. Piers could throw most other people around with ease. And he liked doing just that.

To his own surprise and utmost delight, he'd found an employer who paid him well to do exactly what he loved, each day, on the clock. This year would mark his fifteenth anniversary as a WRU handler. He'd started in training Guards, done alright, aided by his ability to instill respect in the trainees; but quickly enough it turned out that he was best suited for the less... refined elements of Romantic training. Many of his colleagues excelled at building trainees up to match the high WRU standards and clients' even higher expectations. But to build them up anew, you first needed someone to tear down what was there.

Piers did that.

He worked in prep protocol, assisted with the delivery of effective punishment, fear-related conditioning, and often enough he got called out on the streets for acquisition or reacquisition jobs.

Usually, these were fun.

Today though, just as he was getting acquainted with their latest target, a tiny, sweet, beautifully fearful stray with huge wide eyes and soft brown skin, some blond bitch in a fancy blue coat had shown up and shushed him off, claiming to be their owner.

He didn't believe one word of it. Little Doe-Eyes had been perfectly designed to the taste of someone, and years of experience made him sure that this someone was not her.

"What a bitch," Fin mumbles next to him, as they step to their van, looking past the pet and their alleged owner. "There's something off about both of them, if you ask me."

The couple is kissing now, in the middle of the road, the pet on their tiptoes, the taller woman leaning in.

"I'd pay to watch them fuck," one of the junior handlers mumbles. "They're both hot."

Piers watches the woman, the way her posture shifts, the way she curves her back and tilts her head. The junior is right, he thinks. They are. And it's not a coincidence.

He scoffs. "Because they've both had Romantic training," he mumbles. "The bitch is just a better liar than the little one."

"Fuck, you're right," Fin hisses, hand flicking to the shock baton at his belt, ready to lurch forward. It's too late. A taxi door slams shut behind them, as they speed off.

"She played us."

Piers pulls his phone from his pocket and with few clicks opens a map. "We can play them right back."

There's a blue dot on the map, where the team are standing in front of the coffee bar. And a red one, moving away from them steadily.

Chuckling, Fin shakes his head and pats Piers' shoulder. "Fucking genius. You put a tracker on them?"

"Little one is bound to stray off again sooner rather than later. I'll gladly be waiting there when they do."

"Well then. Let's see where they go. And put their descriptions in the database, see what comes out. I want to know who they are. Who's looking for them."

If someone's looking for them, Piers thinks. He's known Fin for plenty of re-ac jobs. They do bring in the pets with enough bounty on their heads, or those with desperate enough clients. They don't always bring in the others. Their job is to get strays off the streets and that they do. What happens after, well. There's a long established agreement between Fin and Piers not to talk about any of their favourites going missing.

"Dips on little Doe-Eyes," Piers says, catching his boss' gaze.

Fin smirks and nods, before he looks back on the red dot moving on the map. "Deal. Blondie is mine. And you -" he waves a hand at the juniors. "Just lean back and learn."

-

"What do we have?" A day later, Piers is leaning forward in the van, looking over the junior's shoulder on the laptop screen in front of them. They've been letting the junior's take the night shift, keep an eye on the bourgoise brownstone town house the tracker led them to and do their research.

The runaways had been surprisingly careful, letting their cab drive circles, stopping at a busy shopping centre where they presumably changed cars. But they'd been too stupid to notice the tracker Piers had slipped into Doe-Eyes' pocket. Nobody had ever intended to chase them. They just needed to wait.

Right now, the second junior is still staking out the street, while the others are gathered in the van.

"Little one is from Lourdes program," the junior said, pulling up the file. Piers studies their face on the photo. They are delicious. Vulnerable, eager, terrified. He's always been wanting to get his hands on a Lourdes. Seems it is his lucky day after all. "Reported stolen around a year ago. Owner seems to be over them, already ordered replacement number two."

"Lovely," Piers hums. "And the blond one?"

"More secretive. But you've been right, she's a Romantic as well. High security case, custom order, facility 002. Reported on the run since her owner died, but higher-ups weren't interested in making the search public, probably not to draw attention on that pretty face."

Fin has stepped in behind them as well. "Fine with me. Our attention will suffice for both of them." He glances at the house, then back at the screen. "Whose house is this? Doesn't look like a classic pet lib hide out."

"Freckles'." The junior points at the photo of the blond pet. "Made up a fake identity, married the owner, conveniently inherited when he passed just months later. Doe-Eyes moved in after. Nobody else lives there."

"Freckles, huh?" Fin clicks his tongue, reaching out to trace the pet's lips on the screen. "What a naughty, naughty girl. And she's got so much to lose now."

"How do we get in?," Piers asks. "Freckled bitch won't just open the door, and this is the neighbourhood to just pick a lock. Back door could be -"

The side door of the van slides open, and before Piers can even jump up and grab his baton, someone is thrown on the metal floor between them.

Brown skin, barely covered by a strappy black top and a mini skirt. Beautiful black hair. And huge eyes, wide with fear at their sight.

Doe-Eyes. Curling up in respect position even unprompted. "Please," they whimper. "Please, please, please."

Piers sucks in a breath. Fuck. They're even more enticing today than they were yesterday.

"Look what I found." The junior handler jumps in behind the pet, tosses a small black purse to Fin. "Lost little puppy, wandering the street, all alone."

"Well then," Fin laughs, in utmost delight, as he reaches into the purse and pulls out a single key. "Problem solved. I guess we'll walk right in." He kicks the pet in the side, and they wince beautifully, as he flips them over on their back, staring up at the handlers. Fin firmly plants a foot on their chest, as he smiles down on them. "Hello again, Doe-Eyes. Remember us?"

They nod, desperate tears glinting in their lashes. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, I was a bad pet, I was wrong, I should have been good."

"You can still be good." Fin smiles, the fake winning smile every handler learns to master. "Your friend, though. She's a naughty one, isn't she? She's lied to us. Stolen from us. Pretended to be a person."

The pet shivers, and Fin keeps smiling. "You know what happens to bad pets, don't you? What has to happen?"

Doe-Eyes is trembling under Fin's boot, but they nod nonetheless, even manage to call up a shaking, sweet, apologetic smile in return. They're breathtaking. "Yes, Sir," they whisper and cast their eyes down. "Bad pets get punished."

Yeah, Piers thinks, drowning in their sight. Bad pets get punished.

He knows it's going to be glorious.

[wewebaggit]

The Big Byler Theory

This might not be well structured but I will try not to be all over the place and keep it as short as possible. So here goes.

How it's gone so far

First and foremost, Mike's got to earn it. He has been a bit of a bitch and an asshole and has not yet learned the art of apologising. The show and Mike rest on Will's enthusiasm to forgive and forget to make it seem like all's fine and dandy. Mike hasn't apologised for his homophobic remark in season 3 and neither has he apologised for repeatedly ignoring Will. (season 4 apology was lame sowie) Mike has to learn to make amends (not just with Will) and take responsibility for his words. You can't just be the heart and then simultaneously be the asshole.

Will on the other hand needs to get to a point where he "doesn't hate himself" or at least makes major improvement in his self worth. His arc can't be about realising that he's deserving of Mike's love. But love in general.

Van Scene/Garage Scene aka Byler create a Scene

People talk about how Mike doesn't make him feel like a mistake at all and apply it to Mike making him feel like he's okay/better for being gay. NO. Mike's love and friendship makes him better for being different. Different in the way he's small and shy and easily intimidated but better cuz he feels like he can voice his opinions in front of Mike. Different in the way that his clothes are colourful, he draws and is artsy and sensitive and has been regularly bullied for those qualities even by his own father but better cuz Mike plasters his art everywhere. Different in the way that his songs are "stupid" or not Kenny Rogers but better cuz he can sing them around Mike anyway. Different in the way that he was possessed by a netherworldly entity and used as a spy but better cuz Mike made him their super spy. Different in how he was alone on the swings and Mike walked up to him and asked him to be his friend and it was the best thing he ever did. Different in the way he feels not everyone understands him but better cuz Mike does and would be gladly go crazy together with him. Different in how he is usually treatedlike a baby, like a freak but better cuz Mike doesn't treat him differently at all.

But that does not give Mike a pass. The 2020fication of the 80s or the post-homophobiafication of humanity in general has made people excuse homophobia just because it came from a gay guy. People need to realise that just because you suspect someone to be homophobic, you don't just cut them out of your life. Many do. Many don't. There's militant homophobia and then there's the hate the sin not the sinner homophobia. And everything in between. So Will regardless of what he thinks about Mike's homophobia is not just gonna dump his ass. As far as Will knows Mike's just straight. He does not have Tumblr perspective. Heck he has lesser than casual viewer perspective. So his gayness is still definitely something Mike doesn't make him feel better about. Cuz Mike doesn't even know for one. And Mike is just rubbing his relationship in his face even if it's not about being homophobic but just a bad friend. (In Will's POV)

And no. This is not to call Mike the devil's spawn. But to say that an express apology is fundamental to his own arc. Because to apologise to Will he must first forgive himself for wanting what he wants.

I resent the idea that Mike is aware of AND willing to explore his feelings for Will but ONLY stops himself because he loves El so so much and doesn't want to lose her. Makes no sense. She hasn't really been sending him any signals of wanting to chuck him out of her life.

Mike's arc is about conformism. And it is because he's someone who can successfully do it without being "clocked". He isn't scared to lose her. He is scared to lose his shield. He's scared to face his "difference" cuz if he doesn't have a girlfriend he is only a boy who doesn't really want girlfriends and honestly can't get girlfriends.

And again that's not a commentary on his frog face or inability to rizz up or whatever the kids are calling it these days. It is his canon inability to know anything about dating a girl. Something that is very instinctual. (Confusion over how to get back El vs just knowing to go after Will). He keeps looking up to Lucas who's by no means an expert since that's his first relationship too. But my boy Sinclair has his hetero instincts with him. Puberty slapped Mike hard and he is now not only aware that he's attracted to boys but also that he's not attracted to girls.

It's his defensiveness and self-hate that made him lash out at Will. Was he projecting? Yes. But was he really remorseful? No. Because he intended to say what he did. That's what people do when they're defensive. Cuz it was an entirely disproportionate response to "some stupid girl". Also a hetero would know bros before hoes. (ik shit) But he completely cuts off his bros? Ya. So so straight. As seen with Lucas not finding it hard to find a balance. (It's been like this all summer - Lucas Sinclair himself said it).

So what does it mean for Byler? (That is so horribly underdeveloped LMAO I can't even bt that's for a different day).

How it should go moving forward (I feel/hope/pray/manifest)

Well, the timing of it could be anything. But that painting is gonna be brought up. And it is going to be messy. I know people want Mike to be sad and not angry, but sad and angry is just so much better and makes sense. There is a fight. Because neither are ready to lay it all out in the open. You don't suddenly gain that confidence. I hope they're separated after. If it is because of avoidance, different team ups, or both. Doesn't matter. They both need time with their thoughts and the time being spent thinking about their own selves. This growth may be through convos with their loved ones and some other self reflective moments. I think that Mike's gonna get a coming out scene most probably with Karen. Will might get a scene like the one he already got in SBP with Jonathan but maybe with Joyce. (I hope she needs to make a comeback as a mother.) It could be a private moment or a Byers family moment. I don't want a party coming out. I want the boys to share this with the people that are closest to them and their fiercest supporters and rocks. Karen for Mike and Joyce n Jonatan for Will. Also, I think it's Mike who's gonna HAVE TO expressly say it while Will's could go either way. This is cuz of the differences in their circumstances - in/visible gayness.

How do they get together? Well believe it or not, a lot of unnecessary supernatural and sci-fi plot shit is crammed in (bullshit right?) and maybe they're now more okay being around each other cuz their deepest fears have been mostly assuaged. They don't feel alone with their truth and therefore, their place in the world does not rest on the reciprocity of their feelings. Imagine not HAVING to need each other but CHOOSING to. Cuz they just really really really want it. And it would make them happy. How they pursue each other is by not hiding. Nothing too brave I feel. Just being themselves. The vibes will carry. How THE getting together scene goes - I don't know. Surprise me, honestly. But for all the shit treatment their storyline has gotten so far I want s5 to fix it so well that WHEN it happens we all go crazy together! 💙💛

[sukirichi]

in my most humble opinion, people who think yn is stupid are stupid

like why do yall hate women who are emotional. they are still strong despite everything. and i love how writers create these kind of women character. like these women have class yo. its not like they loose dignity when they are being in love and vulnerable in front of their OWN HUSBAND.

im so done with the oh you cheated on me? ha ha im a bad bitch now no more good girl ha ha and im gonna dump a glass of orange juice on your face ha ha im going to girl boss now. like its cringey be fr now. those are so wattpad characters that written by 14 yrs old.

omg this !! ‘its not like they lose dignity when they are being in love and vulnerable in front of their own husband’ couldn’t agree more, anon. i do understand that most of the ‘yn is stupid’ messages come from a lighthearted intent and that they just want us to stand up for ourselves but ✊🏻 dtd! yn is... not like that. she DOES stand up for herself and defends herself when she needs it, and we’ve seen how she retaliates too! like she literally reached out and sponsored kuroo’s overseas hiding just to get her way, and told a perfume company to stop producing iris’ perfume so like yeah she is not weak at all 😭

she’s a bad bitch in her own way, but she is very very in love and softhearted deep down, which is not wrong at all. like you said, she’s not really stupid or losing her dignity. even in suna’s pov, he never genuinely saw his wife as idiotic for remaining loyal to her husband and her vows. he even admits he doesn’t deserve that kind of kindness from her 🥹 and let’s not forget! choosing to be kind and to love even after all the person’s mistakes are much harder than pulling all these ‘orange juice dumping’ or high school bullying like you’ve mentioned. i’m so happy that you’ve highlighted her strengths and appreciated it because i feel like sometimes her characterization can be so misunderstood as just a ‘stupid girl’ but she really isn’t. it’s like kiyoomi said, ‘you were just in love.’ 🥹🫶🏻

[alma-amentet]

OK, I think I'm officially done.

Last two days were awful. I'm mentally shattered and exhausted. Was getting better from prev time, but then... Yesterday I was just a click away from blocking a person, but in the end decided to hold. Blocked a tag instead, that was it (lrb, yeah).

So today she blocked me herself. I don't blame anyone (trying to not be hard on myself... bc yeah I tend to blame myself first thing. Hope this post doesn't add nails to my coffin lid, I'm just trying to speak abt my POV and not make it worse). It was 1:1, cultist 🤝 d*ckrider.

Yet still feel very bitter. We were nice and supportive in the past, that was the reason I hesitated, but recently it was only triggering. I nearly cried bc of her posts not once! Tried to be understanding, yet couldn't stop taking it personally. We had several talks, it wasn't helping. I know it's my own problem. My bad is that I haven't taken measures earlier (like explaining everything and parting peacefully). I too didn't want to loose nice moots... Even if it's obviously no longer nice. I'm not some vile toxic bitch (or stupid paladin hell yeah), you know, I have feelings, too. And everyone makes mistakes.

Maybe all for good. In the end, still hard.

The thing is I reblogged another post from a person she's had troubles with, she took it personally. OK that one was really too harsh, but then, me seeing all those posts about stupid brainwashed Miquella cultists day by day felt no different. I actually did a repost while still half asleep, maybe it was my subconscious reply to what was yesterday.

Guess I just happened to be on the wrong side, with people who did her wrong. They did nothing to me, I wasn't going to take sides at all (like discussing people behind their backs, bullying and such). Interacting with them really helps easing my frustration over the DLC, while trying to find sense in it really doesn't. I lost all that sense.

I totally don't judge people who keep doing it, even envious to some point. Would like just to stay dwelling peacefully in AUs, fixes and pre-DLC lore bc not ready to ditch this interest (actually now even afraid it may die with all this turmoil). Hate is not an option, but to me, all that 'disco horse' was also not easy to take, no better than people it was judging.

So yeah, all for good in the end. 1:1, like I said.

As for that reblog. I did it bc yeah, venting and ranting is my way of coping. It really helps. To feel not alone, to relieve the stress. Yet I never adrresed of called names anyone myself. And then... I explained enough already: was half asleep and really pissed off by previous day's stuff on my dash which happened not even once, that's it.

[cryyelan]

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 — 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲.

expect bad/inconsistent writing — tws/cws: violence, gore, abuse/bullying, mahito, mc is a lil wack (but I love her) attempted suicide, death, LOTS of angst, also OOC!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 — CH 0

canon divergence — some pov switches + a time skip.

AS FAR as you can remember, you never exactly fit in with other people, you looked like any normal person at your school, however your social life was completely different.

it didn't help that loneliness digged its claws deep in your flesh, an agonizing sensation it was. Thousands and thousands of needles pricked at your heart as you watched your peers happily converse without a care in the world.

Every interaction you had with someone either ends awkwardly or the conversation just stops, making friends felt so foreign to you — friendship is like a forbidden fruit, but not like you wanted it anyway. The smell of your peers is disgusting, the scent of perfume, cologne and sweat mixing together as you sat down on the ground behind the school, leaning against the wall.

It was the only solace you had next to sitting on the rooftop benches, it's not often people go up there anyways — mostly because of such a turn off to stay around it is. The sight of dead leaves and litter didn't bother you.

But was it cruel for you to constantly think about your classmates as the trash that oh so nicely decorated the rooftop? Especially — wait what was her name again? oh wait..

Any mention of her name made your blood boil, why was it that Ayane of all people chose to target you? You followed every step there is to being a lonely middle school girl, as if there's an imaginary checklist.

No friends? Check.

Nonexistent social life? Check.

You were just like any normal person, why? why is she doing this to you? You did nothing that made her feel wronged, you stayed out everyone's way, yet like an apple on a head, you were bound to be an arrows target. You couldn't help but think about earlier.

Jeers and cruel words were exchanged as your body was pushed back against the wall as fluid met your face.

Ayane towering over your frail form, giggling maliciously as she watches you wipe her spit from your face.

"Jeez, [Y/N]! I didn't know you were such a loser!" The girl laughed as you get up, dusting off your uniform. "No need to speak the obvious, Ayane." The boy behind her piped up. "Shut up, Shigeru! Go back to smoking with your shitty ass friends, Let me deal with this freak first."

She hissed at him before turning her gaze back to you. "You better not forget my cigarettes next time, otherwise I'll get him to beat you half to death." Ayane snickered, staring at your bruised body. You struggled to stay up, leaning against the wall for support.

"Rotten bitch.." you muttered under your breath, wiping off blood off your mouth and chin.

"What was that?" She growled, eyebrows furrowing.

"Nothing." You spoke. "Hmph, that's what I thought."

"Whatever, don't forget what I said, pest." Ayane growled before leaving for the first floor, her companion following right behind.

You were now left alone again, but you couldn't help but wonder.. the names she called you. They stuck like gum on a shoes sole.

Pest?

Freak?

Is that what people thought of you? A pest? A freak?

Fatigue starts to course through your veins as you lie in your bed, just why are you letting yourself be treated like this? Where is your backbone, [Y/N]? Don't let her push you around like this. You don't have a shoulder to cry on— well, more like you do if talking to a picture of your long deceased friend and alongside a hospitalized mother and a father who's 'always' away for business, never paying attention to you.

It was the only comfort you had, if anything, But made you feel more isolated. But Ayane's words remained. Were you a freak for crying yourself to sleep every now and then? Were you a freak when you talked to the pictures like someone was there? Were you freak for pretty much existing?

You couldn't help but wonder before falling asleep. You could only hope for the best tomorrow.

A COUPLE MONTHS LATER

APRIL 30TH, 2018 — TOKYO

SUNLIGHT peeked through the blinds as your eyes flutter open before squeezing them shut again.

"Today is a special day."

You gently sighed as you get up from bed, walking towards the bathroom to change out of your nightwear and into your uniform, well — it wasn't just a uniform you had on. You had a crimson hairpin that stood out in comparison to your black hair.

"Special Day.."

Despite it today being your first day of high school— well in Tokyo, your mind couldn't help but wonder about her.

Ayane.

You had witnessed her decomposing corpse first hand — Chunks of her face, torso, and right leg were gone, maggots and flies feasting on her already seemingly eaten body.

But it wasn't the fact she died that lingered in your mind, but how. You couldn't help but feel wonderfully disgusted with your fascination.

Was it a cannibal who killed her? A rabid animal perhaps? As far as you know, the bites appear as human nor animal.

You pondered as you applied crimson lipstick on your (l/c) lips.

You weren't bad looking any means, actually pretty good looking. You wonder if anyone would talk to you, unlike your 'unattractive' middle school self.

It was a new school therefore new people, it's not like anyone would recognize the same girl who was bullied to buying cigarettes for her classmates who have no business having them in the first place.

You leave the bathroom to sit on the couch. 'What is time is it' you thought for brief moment before getting up and leaving to the front door, stepping outside and sitting the porch. The air outside wasn't exactly the most pleasant. The scent of garbage and mildew next door was repulsive.

Your nose scrunches as you recognize where the scent is coming from, the house next door.

It was home to a man in his late 40s, he wasn't particularly well liked among his neighbors, primarily due to his 'strange' behavior.

You once heard him frantically speak to your neighbors about seeing creatures — devils, monsters at night, watching him sleep.

It wasn't like you didn't believe him, but you felt like he was blowing things way out of proportion, they're harmless!

You couldn't help but want to pat the old man on the back, what's going through his head? The creatures are perfectly normal, they make great company too.

Speaking of old people...

Oh, mom and dad.

You already guessed they weren't going to be home for a while, He often leaves for work, barely ever appearing home unless hes there to gather paperwork and run errands.

Although both of you are family, your father treats less like a daughter but more like an acquaintance, and of course, you sort of in your own words — return the favor. As in barely talking to him. It was the exact same with your mother, except you never actually see her as per shes hospitalized due to a disease.

You always found them to be quite an odd pair, sometimes you'd overhear your fathers conversations on the phone, something about debt..

If he was in debt then why'd he pay so much money to move into a city expensive as Tokyo?

Whatever kind of business he had, to you at least, it didn't make sense to you that a nearly middle aged man to always be away from home and pretty much never interact or gave a shit about his daughter. But it seems like the most forty-nine year old thing to do. Maybe you weren't raised right, or maybe you just suck.

You snap out of thought as you left the front yard, leaving for school.

You're still fairly new in this city, family moving from Sapporo, you could only hope to cross your fingers for things to go smoothly along the way.

Maybe things won't be so bad.

Not even an a few minutes in, you're feel like you've already lost your way.

You look like an idiot if anything, guess you could never beat the clueless allegations. You walked your way through city as you pass shop after shop, cafe after cafe, time seems to move slow as your mind remains empty.

But while you continued pretty much explore the city, an individual had caught your eye.

You didn't get to see him for too long, but as far you can remember, he had white hair, and a blindfold..? Can he even see through that? Not to mention you felt pretty uneasy around him. Man, Tokyo is full of weird shit.

'Did I forget something?'

Perhaps you did, as now you stand in an unfamiliar neighborhood, the area becoming dark as the sun sets, did you really skip school?

Yeah, you did.

You squinted your eyes as you spot something moving in the distance, what is it?

Your eyes widen as the creature got closer, only realize it was same creature you had first seen upon moving to Tokyo. It had dark yellowish green skin, dirty beige hair running along its back, and a serpent-esque body but had four, smalls nubs serving as legs, as its face contorts into a smile, baring its human— in appearance, teeth.

"Motherr!!"

The slurred, feminine voice cried out as the it approached. You stare at creature practically wriggling its way towards you.

"Motherrr.. am I ugly..?!..."

It spoke again, the feminine voice sounded pained. As its body stops just a solid six feet away from you, close enough to get an even better view of it.

It had far to many eyes to keep count, they were at least as small as a cats. It was far, far uglier than the last time you saw it. A loud, piercing cry sounded out as the entity wriggled even closer. You couldn't help but sort of sympathize with it to some sorts..

"I know, I know. I'm ugly too."

You spoke blankly at the creature, blinking. "Not." You blew a raspberry as you lightly put on your lower eyelid playfully.

You decided to a take steps foward, closing the distance between you and the ugly thing.

You crouch down to its level as continues to wail. "You're not too bad looking, but wow— you're hideous~" You said in a sing-song voice, only to cover your ears as it suddenly screamed.

"I'M NOT UGLY!! I'M NOT UGLYYY!!!!"

"YOU'RE UGLY!!"

Your face twists into a scowl it was spoke as you were pushed down as the creature backed away, the sound of cracking and tearing of flesh fill the air as your face scrunches up in disgust at the sight before you. It's body contorts in uncomfortable positions as the nubs it had for legs stretched into long, human-like arms, flesh tearing in the process as purple blood splattered on the ground, some of getting on your uniform.

'Shit..that's going to leave a stain..'

it's many, many eyes gaze met yours as one, massive eye appears out of its sludgy skin.

It is a special day after all, right?

"You know, I've lived long enough to know I deserve far better than this!" You yelled out at the screaming creature. You thought these fuckers were normal! What the hell?!

You swore you just started to contemplate your entire life and your shitty choices.

Seriously [Y/N]? When was last time you ever learnt from something?

Last time you learnt something was the last time you saw her.

And this sure as hell wasn’t your first encounter with death, Joy and horror were the only things you felt that day.

[Y/N]’S POV

"YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE, [N/N]!" Aina called out, roughly pinching my cheeks, in attempt to make me smile. "What do you want, Aina?" I responded, getting her hands off my cheeks.

"I just wanna see you! You're being a little distant lately." She said, almost scoldingly. "If you ever need something, tell me!"

I couldn't help but smile at her words, I'm glad somebody like her exists.

"And there shes goooes.. shes smiling!" Aina said teasingly. "Now let's get out of here, it's getting late and you wouldn't want your parents to worry!" She took my hand as we ran our way through the hallway and to the entrance where our lockers are at.

"And don't forget to change your shoes, silly!" She quipped.

I opened my locker and started to change my shoes until the comfortable silence was cut off by Aina.

"Hey, have you heard about Hashimoto going missing lately?"

My blood ran cold as she spoke those words. Hashimoto —missing?

"Hashimoto... She went missing..?" I uttered under my breath, but was loud enough for the taller girl to hear. What could've happened to her?

"Yeah, even that boy that always with her too." She responded, voice hushed. "You seem close to them, no?"

"We were close, but not anymore." I scowled and turnt towards her direction. "Okay, I don't know what happened between you both but I won't pry." She gave a soft smile as she waited by the open doors.

I put my indoor shoes in the locker and closed it before turning towards brown haired girls direction, her hazel eyes meet mine.

"Want me to walk you home? Just so you won't go missing?" The taller girl asked as she looked at me with almost pleading eyes.

"No thanks, I can handle myself." I turned down her offer.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes, I am sure — I promise I'll be safe." I said.

"Alright then, you better pinky promise!" She said proudly, holding her pinky up. "No pinky promise — we're too old to be doing this." I responded. "You're never too old to make a pinky promise!" She beamed with stars in her eyes. Damn it, who am I to reject her?

"Fine, I pinky promise." I deadpanned, holding out my finger.

Our fingers joined together only for a few seconds and only to pull away as Aina giggled.

"Well then, I'll see you tomorrow! Stay safe [N/N]!" She waved off and ran off until I couldn't see her anymore.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time, my fingers against the cracked screen.

'Three-Forty Five? Should be barely anyone here..'

I put my phone in my book bag and exited the building, walking to the gate.

My home is rather far from the school, it was solid thirty minute walk at least.

As I walked home, I saw a couple of those creatures again, they were a variety murky and bright colors and strange features, big and small — and they didn't seem to stick around any longer as if they were scared of me. I kept on walking until I stopped on my tracks and scrunched my nose. The scent of iron filled the air I notice a trail of blood

I looked in the direction of where that scent was coming from.

'The forest? Did somebody get hurt?'

It didn’t help that my home was quite far from any public area outside of a bad neighborhood.

But how did somebody not notice this?

Something was begging me not to follow the trail, but the other in the back of head was beckoning.

But I was curious, far too curious.

I followed the trail, only to stop in my tracks again. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away — But I couldn't.

It was none other but her body in front of me.

Ayane Hashimoto.

I was at a loss for words I saw her rotting body.

How...why...

Who did this?

And why?

I took a step back and turned away from the sight of the body and began to walk away.

I lived long enough to know I deserve better.

I deserve so much better.

I am about to die, yet here I am thinking about the past. Why am I just remembering who my friend is? Why am I just remembering all those horrible things that have happened to me so long ago?

I wonder if anything I've done for anyone meant anything. I wonder what everything I've said meant anything. I wonder if I meant anything to anyone at all.

I suffer because my decisions, but why do I regret them? It's not like it'll happen again.

It's not like it'll happen again at all.

I closed my eyes as the creature attacked me, only to feel nothing at all.

Huh?

I opened my eyes only to hear the sound of crunching and splattering.

There was something else present.

I looked at the creature being eaten and took a closer look.

It was a mantis..? A rather giant one.

It had black, splotch-like markings with red in the center, it looked far different than any other mantis I’ve seen, not to mention its size.

It continued to eat the serpent-like creature as pained wails sounded out before being completely drowned out by the sound of squelching flesh and the cracking of bones.

It wasn't too long until the carnage stopped, the remains of the being disintegrating as it let out one last cry before completely disappearing altogether.

I laid there in shock — just where did it come from?

I flinched as the mantis cocked its head in my direction, before approaching me.

Its bloodied body moved faster than I thought as its large massive eyes met mine.

It seemed to do a nodding motion before its body began to evaporate into steam.

Just what was that?

"Nice shikigami you got there." A deep, masculine voice spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence. I cocked my head to look back at the figure behind me.

He had spiky, white hair and a blindfold, but one thing that really made me wonder was his height, just how tall is this man?! How many times has he hit his head on doorways?

My eyes went as wide as saucers as I realized — this is the same man I saw earlier, passing by a bakery.

I glared at him, pointing a finger.

"Who are you?”

@bridemiko — if you see any of my work published outside of tumblr, quotev, and wattpad — its most likely not me!

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Missed Potential in MHA - the Mutant discrimination subplot and the Quirkless Discrimination.

Both two really interesting concepts that fall flat in canon because of Hori refusing to develop them.

And seriously Hori did Shoji really dirty with the Mutant Discrimination subplot, like no just accepting the realities of the shit world you live in is not an acceptable option because it is "getting better" it gives the vibes of not wanting to rock the boat for an easy life. But it won't get better unless you stand up for your rights - there's tonnes of real life examples where people have had to do this. Where Discrimination and Discrimative attitudes have only 'gotten better' (broadly speaking in terms of making it illegal to be discriminative) when people have stood up against the system that oppressed them which is what the mutants believe they are doing by siding with Spinner.

To drive it home - these people are so desperate they are siding with AFO and Spinner - even though they know it will make them seem more villianous by doing this. Even though they know they could set their cause back if they fail. These people are so desperate they are chewing off their metaphorical arms to escape the hellish discrimination they're facing! Hori what the fuck? Just... What is he trying to say here?

Side note - can you imagine how much harder the Mutant subplot would have hit if Hori showed some of Shoji's backstory before now?

Or showed Spinner being discriminated against beyond Dabi being a dick and calling him a 'Lizard'?

Or made that part of Spinners backstory from the start instead of it feeling like a tacked on part of his Stain fanboy earlier self?

Or showed the Dog Mutant police chief even being offended when Shoto called him a "dammed mutt"?

Just give me a reason to care Hori! I want to care about this!

The Quirkless discrimination - again a really interesting idea for Izuku's backstory and a similarity with All Might! That's great! Then there's Yuuga the "dark Izuku" oh I can't wait to have this be explored from Izuku's POV -

-Oh. Wait. Can't have that Bakugou will look bad because there's no getting around the fact that Bakugou was and (still is IMO - the story just doesn't focus on it now because he has no Quirkless around him to abuse) a quirkest, abusive bitch and we can not have that. Good God.

If I may get a bit personal for a moment - Izuku's story being turned into the Bakugou show, in particular, with his quirkless past being pushed to the way side is extremely hurtful to me on a personal level. I had bullies like Bakugou, I had abusive people like him hurt me and get off with a lame fake apology just like that. Quirklessness seemed disability coded with how people treated Izuku I saw a lot of myself in Izuku and I wanted to see him eclipse his old bully, make true friends and be the number 1 hero.

And instead we get - "My Kacchan Achademia" as someone put it.

If someone told me the manga I was going to get into would have turned out like this I would have never gotten into it.

No wonder so many people are dropping this manga.

All of this. It's crazy that Izuku's character was built up around him being quirkless in a world of quirks yet outside the first episode, we get nothing else about the quirkless and how they're treated. As for the mutant discrimination part, everything revolving it was underwhelming. Minor hints and then a quick resolution. It's kinda pathetic how poorly MHA tackles its themes.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 1

Third POV

Walking. Mindless walking. Walking along sidewalks always seems to calm Eboni, distracting herself from a life full of torment. After getting expelled from school, her foster family moved to a small town for a fresh start. The girl was expelled for constant fighting within the school.

Most of the fights weren't her fault. The bullies were always the ones to put their hands on her first. What they failed to understand was that Eboni is a fighter - not a doormat. However, sometimes, the teen would be the one to swing first.

The seventeen year old is troubled, no doubt about it. At the age of eight, the child's parents suddenly died. Her family didn't want her due to her skin condition - vitiligo. A condition in which the pigment is lost from areas of the skin, causing whitish patches, often with no clear cause. Because of that, the law had no choice but to put Eboni in foster care.

Bouncing from home to home with no stability. Parents only take her in for the check. The constant disappointments and abuse. The only people who loved her left her to live through this loveless life alone. This left the girl filled with so much hurt. So much pain. So much rage.

Eboni could only handle so much. When pushed too far, she'll go on her rage blinding fits. She has a temper, which keeps her foster family away from her. They could only hope she wouldn't cause any trouble in this new school, which is really doubtful.

Instead of helping her foster family move into their new home, her and her foster mother got into yet another one of their huge fights- ending in many hateful things being said and Eboni walking away.

"Who would ever want a freak like you!?"

"You should be grateful that I took you in!"

"Who would ever want a scarred face bitch like you!?"

"You are such a disappointment!"

"You'll never be beautiful with skin like that!"

Half of her life has been stuck with this foster family. Stuck with dealing with the daily verbal abuse and the occasion physical abuse - that's if Enoni really got on her bad side. The teen would want nothing more than to smash her face on the wooden stairs of their two story home, but she always ran off - not wanting to face the stirring darkness bubbling within her soul.

Taking long, mindless walks weren't her only pastimes. Eboni has an amazing angelic singing voice - a secret she prefers to keep to herself. Another pastime of hers is art, knitting, and sewing. Growing up, the girl had to figure out how to make new clothing since most of her foster families hardly ever brought her needed things- which adds up to Eboni being relocated so many times.

She also sought joy in the true crime podcast, mostly about serial killers. Documentaries about serial killers as well. She has always been curious about what drove them to kill - what it takes for another to steal one's final breath and why she couldn't bring herself to do just that.

Eboni has been walking endlessly for about two hours. She was lost but didn't care. The sun is starting to set. She still didn't care. Her sidewalk trail ends with huge mountains of dead trees located in the woods. The woods itself stretches out for miles, almost endless. Yet something about the woods was drawing her in. Maybe it's the odd cloudy mist overtaking the ground or the eerie vibe screaming from the inside. Walking through there would be suicide, but once again- she didn't care.

Eboni reluctantly turns around, following the same path she came. She pulls out her phone, noting that it's about the time her foster siblings would start setting the table for dinner. She curses, knowing she'll have to deal with her foster mother's tirades again. She sighs heavily, placing the headphones around her neck over her ears - playing citizen soldier 'never good enough'.

She turns the volume on full blast, drowning in the lyrics - humming along. The words are true. Eboni was never good enough. She'll never be good enough for anyone. Oddly enough, that's all she wants. For someone, anyone one to see the value in her. Sure, she has issues, but if someone would just give her the time of day, in a non-negative way, she could get better. She would get better. But of course, that's wishful thinking.

Though nothing was wrong in being hopeful. Eboni had been her whole life, but each time was only granted with more hardships. She could only dream about having anyone by her side to truly care about her. Someone to share her deepest, darkest secrets and desires with- without being judged.

Eboni has many deep desires, most surrounding her true personality. Though her normal style of wear is black T shirts with black pants and simple black boots, the teen has a secret stash of pink. Pink dresses. Pink crop tops. Pink shoes. Pink undergarments. Pink everything. Down to the simple items she owns like her pink princess styled headphones.

She also holds many questionable items she hopes would be used on her one day. Whips, chains, ball gags, undercover leather straps, ropes, handcuffs, etc. The teen has a sick obsession with BDSM. Maybe it has to with her loneliness, her traumatic life, maybe all of the above. She found the trust the partners shared with each other fascinating. She longs for that. That deep trust and intimacy. But what would a seventeen year old virgin know?

The thought of sex makes her want to vomit. She couldn't just give her body to anyone. The teen wasn't that desperate enough to visit those shady websites and end up missing then murdered. That'll be a stupid way to go in her opinion. Though the thought of giving what very little control she has over her life into the hands of someone she trust- would being a sense of peace the teen has never experienced.

Once again, wishful thinking. Standing at the front of her new house has brought her back to reality. She will never be loved. She will never be wanted. She will never be given the attention she craves. She will continue to be viewed as the troubled girl with an unfortunate dealt at life.

Eboni lets out a heavy sigh as she reaches to place her hand on the doorknob to twist it. An involuntary chill travels down the teens as she quickly turns around. She could've sworn she felt someone behind her, someone staring her down. It was odd but almost calming in a sense. Someone stalking her ment she's wanted- right?

With a shake of her head, she opens the front door, bracing herself for this new chapter of her hellish life.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Is Marinette a bad person in Forged because I'm getting mixed signals

To clarify because yeah that reaction image was made for both Forged and Lady Luck:

Marinette is a good kid trying her best, but she is making many mistakes due to her experiences. She has a very black and white mentality and a good helping of niaveté, which leads to her making some bad calls.

It's hard for her to imagine a mother who doesn't love her children, and it's very hard to see that someone like Chloé who has been a bully for years could also be a victim of abuse. So her attempts to get Chloé and Audrey to reconcile are mostly based on the idea of 'surely her mother does love her! They just need to find a way to bond!' that kind of resulted in 'I'm sure your abuser will love you if you continue to strive to meet their unreachable expectations!'

She's so used to Chloé being a jerk without really thinking about the reasons she acts that way. So when Chloé does something bad despite making progress, she doesn't think 'oh no what's wrong to make her slip??' and goes right to 'Guess she's being a jerk and was only acting nice to get what she wants!'

When it comes to the Ladybug stuff, she doesn't think past it. She knows that there is danger, of course. But she thinks the danger of knowing their Identities is more that Hawkmoth could track /her/ down and get /her/ Miraculous. He wants the Ladybug and Black Cat why would he care about the others? Why would he want to go after them otherwise? Surely he's not such a petty bitch that he'd harm Heroes for just doing their job?

She genuinely thought benching Chloé would have kept her safe because she's only in danger while /in the field/. Hawkmoth can only manipulate her if she's actively in the fight. Surely he'll leave her alone if she's not there?

She later looked at the situation and decided to take the risk on bringing them in despite knowing their identities because she needed the Heroes she couldn't just bench all of them. But not Chloé because, to her, Chloé 'betrayed' them and 'proved she wasn't worthy of being a Hero'. Completely not realizing that this decision would effect her.

And it's understandable that Marinette thinks this way! She comes from a very loving family that taught her about how love always prevails. She was bullied by Chloé for years. She logically knows there is danger but cannot immediately fathom how much danger because she can't imagine someone going out of their way to cause harm like that.

There are a few times where she does make a genuinely 'I know this is bad but fuck it' call like with choosing Kagami for the Heart Hunter fight to get her away from Adrien, but those are snap-decisions she regrets later.

She does learn! And she is suitably horrified when this stuff is pointed out to her! Like Ivan pointing out the whole Chloé and Audrey situation! But she hasn't hit all the points yet.

However!

Forged takes place from Chloé's POV. She is someone who is not innocent or naive. She's someone who has been abused and manipulated and used before.

So she feels like Ladybug was just another person like that. Saw her as 'useful' and then dropped her when she wasn't. Sees the others as tools. Assumes that Ladybug's actions are all intentional choices made with full understanding of the situation at hand.