#women tearing down other women what a class act

[grilledkatniss]

Why are you threatened by a woman not smiling

she was having none of it and good for her

[babyfoxflower]

The Hunter and the Hunted

Human! Alastor x Fem! Reader

*Disclaimer: This story is an AU and does not follow Hellaverse canon. Alastor is pretty much just a hetero, if this offends you in anyway, then I suggest you block me and go on your way.*

Synopsis: This the story of Alastor and the love of his life, his huntress, the charming Y/n Rosier. A rare beauty out on the bayou, his heart is instantly stolen by her. He’ll do anything for his beloved, even if that includes murder.

Story Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Violence, Blood, Hunting, Murder, Mentions of Child Abuse, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, 1920s Attitudes Towards Women

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All week long, both Alastor and Y/n could not stop thinking about each other. The desire to see each other was so intense, it was almost like a calling. Like they were being pulled together by an unseen force.

Y/n rolled out of bed. It was just before dawn, light hadn’t even managed to reach the window. She had an interesting dream the night prior. It was her in the snow, only wearing her pink slip. Tears were streaming down her face, she fell to her knees and sobbed so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, someone came up from behind her, placing what felt like a coat on her shoulders before scooping her up in their strong arms. The warmth enveloped her body as she felt herself slowly calming down, when she looked up at who was holding her, it was him. It was Alastor.

The look he gave her was the most comforting she had ever seen in her entire life. She buried her face into his chest, the feeling that she was perfectly safe and protected washed over her. The feeling that she was where she belonged, and was with who she belonged to and who belonged to her in return.

“That was some dream,” Y/n smiled to herself.

Time to get up.

She got cleaned and dressed before anyone else was even awake. That was part of her duties as the acting head of the house. The rest of the morning for her consisted of hanging the laundry to dry, cooking breakfast for her family, waking her sisters up, made sure they were fed, bringing food to her mother in bed, and then finally she got to sit down and eat.

That was how it was every single morning for her. She always ate last. After breakfast, she helped her sisters get ready for Saturday catechism classes. They were held in a little school house about a mile away from their house. She packed their lunches and sent them off with a kiss and a hug.

After checking in on her mother a few more times, Y/n finally had some free time to herself. She thought back to her dream and what it could possibly mean. Part of her was hopeful that it was a message from some higher power that Alastor was going to be the one to save her from this repetitive life.

Sure, she loved her family. She loved her family more than anything. But she also felt the stress taking its toll on her.

What selfish fantasies…absolutely selfish.

Then the familiar sound of the bell came from her mother’s bedroom, snapping her back to reality.

“Coming, Mama!”

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Strangely, Alastor woke up that same morning from that exact same dream that Y/n had. Of course, there was no way of knowing that. Alastor laid there for a moment, missing the feeling of her small body against his.

“Mm…Y/n. Let me hold you just a little bit longer, my dear,” he groaned.

“Alastor! Wake up, Darling! It’s time for breakfast!” His mother called from downstairs.

He rubbed his temples before reaching over to grab his glasses off his nightstand, “I’ll be down in a minute, Mother!”

A smile crept on his face as he realized it had been exactly a week since he seen her. The day he planned to visit her.

I can’t wait to see her.

He got cleaned and dressed before making his way downstairs. His mother was already sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

“Good morning, Mother,” he said as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Good morning, Honey. Porridge is on the stove, help yourself,” she replied.

“Alright. Thank you.”

Alastor fixed a bowl of porridge and poured a cup of black coffee for himself. Then he took a seat at the table across from her.

“Make sure you say Grace.”

He sighed and clasped his hands together, “Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen,” he finishes with the sign of the cross.

“The Lord thanks you,” she smiled.

Alastor almost rolled his eyes but he knew better.

“So, are you going to tell me about that girl you met last Saturday?” Her eyes met his, a brow raised.

He took a sip of his coffee, “Why?”

“Because I’m your mother and I want to know what’s going on in your life.”

“She needed help carrying a stag she shot back home, so I gave her a hand.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” His mother questioned further.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just you were gone an awful long time. And you’ve been acting strangely since.”

He looked at her with a face of utter confusion, “Strangely? What ever could you mean, Mother?”

She paused, “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but you seem to have your head up in the clouds more. Like you’re dreaming about something or someone?”

Damn, she’s caught on to me. I swear nothing gets past her.

“I…I can’t stop thinking about her. But that’s all I say about that,” Alastor looked down at his bowl.

“Hmm, I figured as much. So, you’re going to go see her again today?”

“How did you know?” He blushed.

“Haha! I didn’t until just now, Darling. It’s cute, you have a crush!”

“Don’t say that, Momma….” He mumbled under his breath, pouting.

“Aw, you haven’t called me Momma in years! My baby has a crush! My baby has a crush!” She teased.

“Stop!” He put his hands over his ears, as his face turned scarlet.

His mother cackled, “Alright, I’ll leave it. I’ll leave it.”

“Thank you,” he said before finishing his breakfast.

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“Give your little girlfriend a hello from me,” his mother said from her rocker, cigarette in one hand, newspaper in the other.

Alastor ignored her comment, “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Alastor.”

“Yes, Mother?”

“I love you.”

His face softened, “I love you too, Mother.”

The leafs and twigs crunched under Alastor’s brow leather boots. There was a chill in the air. It was surprisingly cold for October, especially in Louisiana.

Alastor preferred summer, when it was too hot to think. Because when it was too hot to think, it was too hot to remember.

He couldn’t remember that night if it was summer. But on a cold day like this one, that nipped and stung, he couldn’t help remembering that painful night.

He put those memories in the little box he kept in the back of his mind.

Not today. We’re not reliving that today.

After a while, he finally came upon that familiar cabin with the picket fence. There raking up the leaves was her. It was Y/n.

“A pleasure to see you again, Sweetheart,” he grinned as he greeted her.

She smiled brightly as she looked up at him, “A pleasure to see you as well, Sugar.”

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“You have a lovely home,” Alastor took off his hat as he entered.

“Oh, thank you. I try to keep it as tidy as I can. Go ahead and have a seat at the table,” Y/n closed the door behind them, “Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“Coffee, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble, I actually just made a pot. I like having hot coffee on a cold day.”

Alastor took a seat at the kitchen table as Y/n walked over with two mugs and a pot of coffee.

“Do you take cream or sugar?” She poured some into each of the mugs.

“Neither.”

“Good, I take mine black too,” she handed one of the cups to him.

“Thank you, my dear,” he smiled at her.

She took a seat across from him, “So, is there is a reason that you stopped by or did you just want to see me?”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “And what if I did just stop to see you?”

Oh god, I hope I’m doing this flirting thing right.

Y/n took a sip of her coffee, “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind, that’s for sure.”

“Then, my dear, you’ll be pleased to know that I did come by to see you.”

She blushed, “You did!? I mean, so you did?”

Alastor chuckled, “Yes. You see, I enjoyed your company so much that I wanted to converse with you again.”

“I wanted to see you again too.”

His heart skipped a beat, “I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he took a sip of his coffee.

“Hotdog! This is a good cup of joe!” He exclaimed.

“Really? I didn’t do anything special to it.”

“Sweetheart, you have a talent for coffee making if I do say so myself! This is even better than my mother’s!”

That was the highest praise Alastor could ever give anyone, when he admitted that they made something better than his mother.

“Thank you! I’m so happy you like it. No one’s ever told me that before,” Y/n smiled shyly.

“So, where are those little ones I saw last time?”

“Oh, my sisters, they’re at catechism classes.”

Alastor groaned, “Ugh, I hated those classes. They were so dreadfully boring.”

“Haha, I didn’t really like them either. But it’s a family tradition.”

“Are you religious, my dear?”

“I guess not in the sense that most people are. I believe in God but I believe it’s more of a force that gives you messages when in hard times. I do believe in prayer too. But I don’t believe in Heaven or Hell. And I don’t believe any of that nonsense that’s in the Bible,” she replied.

“That’s an interesting take. I personally don’t believe in God at all.”

“Oh, I’ve never met someone who doesn’t believe in God in way or another. Is there a specific reason? I’m not judging, I’m just curious.”

Alastor took another sip of his coffee, “I just do not understand how people can still believe in things like God when the theory of Evolution has been proven. I’m a believer in science. In things that you can see with your own two eyes.”

Y/n sat looking thoughtfully, “Couldn’t science and religion exist together? Couldn’t they both be true?”

“That’s also a good point. I’m not someone who looks down on people of Faith, my own mother is one. I just don’t understand it. There’s also the question of why? Why would a higher power let terrible things happen to innocent people? Why would they let that happen to…. I’m sorry, dear. I’m rambling,” he laughed a little.

“It’s alright, I like listening to you and your thoughts,” she smiled sweetly.

“And I enjoy listening to you and your opinions,” he returned the smile.

“But, there’s one thing I’m sure we can agree on. That creation myth is a load of bull.”

“Yes. I completely agree with that!”

“I mean, why would a creator make only a male of species? Why wouldn’t they make men and women at the same time?”

“That doesn’t make a lick of sense. You need a male and a female in order to procreate.”

“It’s basic biology!” Y/n chuckled.

Alastor noticed an old little piano in the corner of the living area, “Is that the piano you were telling about before?” He motioned his head towards it.

“Oh, yes. It is,” she turned in the direction of it.

“Do you mind if I get a closer look? I’m quite keen on instruments.”

“Be my guest.”

He stood up and walked over to the piano. She followed behind him. He ran his fingers gently over the keys.

“I haven’t played it in a while, so it might need some tuning,” she informed him.

Softly, he pressed one of key down, a pleasant sound was produced, “May I? Play something for you?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

He sat on the bench and patted the spot next to him, “Don’t be shy, Sweetheart. I don’t bite.”

Y/n’s face flushed, “How do you know I don’t bite?”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he grinned.

She sat next to him. His fingers began dancing along the keys with such beauty and grace, like a professional pianist. He played a melody that she didn’t recognize, but it sounded absolutely lovely. And that was before he began singing.

I have an ear for music, and I have an eye for a maid

I like a pretty girlie, with each pretty tune that's played

They go together

Like sunny weather

Goes with the month of May

I've studied girls and music, so I'm qualified to say

His voice was so smooth and beautiful, she was entranced. He looked at her as he played, watching her expressions with amusement. He loved to entertain. He was a bit of a ham. But it might have also been because he was showing off for the little lady that caught his eye.

A pretty girl is like a melody

That haunts you night and day

Just like the strain

Of a haunting refrain

She'll start upon a marathon and run around your brain

You can't escape she's in your memory

By morning, night and noon

She will leave you and then

Come back again

A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune

He came to a finish and she applauded him.

“That was wonderful!”

“Thank you. Thank you,” he playfully bowed to her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that song before. What’s it called?”

“A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody by Irving Berlin. I heard it on the radio one day. I couldn’t agree more with its lyrics,” Alastor smiled while looking right into her eyes.

Y/n blushed, “Is there a reason why you chose that song?”

“Other than the pretty girl in front of me who inspired it, no.”

Y/n’s heart was pounding in her chest.

“That was gorgeous! Absolutely gorgeous!” A sudden voice came from behind them.

Y/n turned around to see her mother out of bed, “Mama, you shouldn’t be out of bed! Doctor’s orders, remember?”

“Ah Mrs. Rosier, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure. I apologize if I disturbed you, I was just playing your daughter a song,” Alastor stood up and greeted the woman.

“Well, play me a song now please! Talented young man!” Y/n’s mother replied.

Alastor looked at Y/n. Y/n shrugged.

“I suppose it would be alright.”

“Very well. I’ll gladly entertain you two lovely ladies for as long as you like.”

“Hold on, Mama. Let me get you a chair,” Y/n said.

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Alastor got home just in time for dinner.

“How was your girlfriend?” His mother playfully asked.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Mother. At least not yet,” he said that last part under his breath.

“Well, did you have a good time at least?”

“The best,” he smiled softly.

“That’s wonderful. Now, go get washed up for dinner. We’re having jambalaya.”

“Jambalaya!” He exclaimed with almost a child like glee.

“Yes, jambalaya. Go get washed up already, boy!”

“Yes, Mother.”

He practically ran upstairs, as if that would make it cook faster.

His mother shook her head, “What am I going to do with him?”

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[rizzanon]

childhood friend! Shinichiro Sano

part 1 | part 2 (here)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who matures quite significantly by the end of highschool, no longer asking out girls at school anymore much to your surprise

"Woah, look at you."

"Hm??"

"It's been months since you last asked out some random girl. What happened to the women obsessed Shinichiro I know?"

"Shut up, it was just a phase. Besides, you made me open my eyes in a way."

"How so?"

"I guess... I'm just waiting to ask the right person out now."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who invites you to witness the disbandment of the first generation of Black Dragons, despite you not being associated with his gang at all

"Why do you even want me to go? The people I know are only just going to be Takeomi, Waka and Benkei."

"Because I want you to be there. Is there any better reason other than that?"

"I suppose not..."

"And maybe it's also the fact that I need someone to watch over Manjiro haha..."

"I knew it."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets upset frustrated when you chose to ride with Takeomi instead of him on the day of the final gathering (he couldn't complain about it to you though, you made a fair point)

"Hey come on! Why are you going to ride with him? Takeomi's a worse rider than me y'know."

T- "Fuck off Shin. You don't worry about me stealing your girl from ya'."

"But you are a reckless rider-"

"Come on Shin, you can't expect me, you and Manjiro to be able to sit in one bike, can you? One of us is surely gonna fall off. I'll be fine with Take-chan, okay?"

"Fine..." (He was not fine with it)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who you make fun of when he comes over to you after the disbandment of the first generation of Black Dragons bawling his eyes out (you were prepared for this outcome)

"Glad to know you're still the same crybaby Shin I know."

M- "Haha! I'm gonna tell Emma you're such a crybaby."

"Cut it out you two! This—sniffs—is a special moment...!"

"You're lucky I brought tissues to wipe your tears away."

"I can't believe you know me that well."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets used to you coming over to the Sano household unnanounced whenever you pleased, not that anyone minded, since they all loved your presence

"Emma, be a dear and wake up Shin? Smack him if you have to."

E- "Okay!!"

"Woah, woah, there's no need to smack any—yawn—one. And why are you here?"

"Emma wanted me to teach her a new recipe to make for breakfast. So here I am!"

"And you decided to come over this early??"

"It's 7am Shin. Besides, don't act like you don't like seeing my pretty face the first thing in the morning~"

"Shut up." (Spoiler, he does)

childhood friend! Shinichiro whom you never grow apart from even after highschool, and you both started going on different paths, him opening up a motor bike shop while you started going to college and applied for a part time job as a cashier near the vicinity

"Wait, the shop you're working at is the one down the street, right? Just a few blocks away from my shop?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Great, looks like I can go say hi to you whenever I want."

"Don't you dare do something stupid to get me fired, Shin."

"No promises, ma'am."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who after miserably failing 5 times asks you for your help to bake a cake for Emma's birthday

"And what is this supposed to be?"

"Clearly, it's supposed to be Ariel, y'know, the princess mermaid??"

"That's your best attempt at making an ariel themed cake?? Now I know why you were begging for me to come over when you called me."

"I blame it on Manjiro for ruining the frosting."

M- "Hey! It was you who ruined it."

"So not true."

"I think the both of you should just shut up and help clean up this mess first."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who's gotten used to his siblings asking him where you were whenever you weren't seen with him and getting teased about it

E- "Neh, Shin-nii, where's [name]?"

"Probably stuck in another class, why do you ask?"

E- "I miss her."

M- "Idiot, we already saw her this morning."

E- "Hey! Don't act like you don't want her to come and play with us too!"

"Seriously you two, sometimes I wonder if I'm your older sibling at this point, with how much you ask for her."

M- "Shinchiro, we all know you love her as much as we do, maybe even more~"

"Shut your mouth Manjiro 💢"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who always shows up to your workplace when your shift is almost going to be over, always claiming that he was hungry and wanted to buy something, when in reality, he's there to send you home

"So..."

"And what the hell could you possibly want from this humble store, Shin?"

"Woah, woah! Can't a customer walk around the store to see what they want to get?"

"The last time you were here you knocked down a stack of cans on display, the manager almost reduced my paycheck because of that."

"In my defence, I didn't see the stack of cans."

"Suree you didn't."

"Hey, come on now! You know I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your job.. on purpose at least...."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Now, would you be so kind to get me a pack of cigarettes, y'know, for a very dear friend of yours?"

"The only think you'll be getting from me is a pack of gum, rotten breath."

"Rude... now come on, when does this shift of yours end anyways? Let's get dinner on the way back."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who becomes your gossip and vent buddy whenever he sends you home after your shift, with him hanging onto every word you say, and hating on whoever you hate even if he doesn't know who the hell they are

"Argh, goddamnit, won't she just give me a break already?"

"Who? Wait—no, let me guess. Is it that girl from your econs class? What's her name again? Ka—Ka something..."

"Kazumi. Wow, didn't think you'd actually remember, well somewhat remember at least."

"With how much you complain about her, who wouldn't? But let me guess what she did to aggravate you this time."

"Go on. No guarantee that there'll be a prize for that though."

"She ditched a group project discussion again? Or she claims she's too busy to complete her part of the project when in reality she's going on parties and all that?"

"Mix of both actually, so congrats! No prize for you though."

"Aww. And here I thought you'll reward me for being a good friend."

"Argh, I should ask Takeomi or Benkei to intimidate her into actually taking this group project seriously or something..."

"Why ask them when you have your number one ride or die partner next to you to do so?"

"What'll you do? Intimidate her with the 20 rejections you've gotten? Pfft, she might even make that 20 become 21 before you intimidate her."

"I thought we swore to never talk about that ever again 💢"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who's grateful to you for bringing him his lunch to his shop whenever he leaves it at home and enjoys groans whenever you nag to him about the importance of not skipping any meals

"Guess some things will never change, huh?"

"Huh? Oh, is that my lunch?"

"No, no, it's my supper."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny [name]."

"I deserve more credit for making sure you don't skip your meals."

"Is that so? Would you like me to get on my knees and thank you? I can certainly do that."

"You and your cheesy lines... when will you learn to remember to bring your own lunch to work? You're pulling off the same shit you did back when we were in highschool."

"Maybe I just like your meals better than mine..."

"...??!... That... That still isn't an excuse for you to not bring along something to eat, dumbass. What would you do if I decide not to check in on you, hm?"

"Probably starve to dea-"

-smacks his head-

"Oww??? Alright, alright, sorry I guess, 'mom'. I won't purposely skip my meals ever again..."

"Good... next time, just... ask if you want me to cook extra for you."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who notes how you start to stand one arm's length away from him whenever you're with him, and when he asks you about it, becomes visibly distraught to hear you say he reeks of cigarette smoke

"Hey... why're you standing so far away from me? Don't tell me you came over to my shop just to see me work from a distance now.."

"You just stink, that's all."

"What??!? I definitely don't stink. I took a shower this morning, and I'm not covered in grease or anything..!!"

"It's that smokey smell that's always lingering around you. Y'know, because you like to smoke every now and then.."

"Huhh?!? What're you saying!!"

"Don't tell me you don't reek of cigarettes Shin. It's blatantly obvious, I can probably even smell you from a mile away like this."

"WHAT?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS EARLIER???"

"Because I didn't want you to make you self-conscious, stupid! Besides, it's not like I can force you to stop smoking or anything.."

childhood friend! Shinichiro who slowly stops smoking as much as he used to, especially around you so that you wouldn't be disturbed by his smell and stay close to him

"Huh?"

"What is it?"

"Eh... it's nothing important."

"Oh come on, you clearly have something to say. Cat got your tongue or something? Taken aback by my good looks?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say. You just... smell different, that's all."

"Is smell all you care about? What are you, a dog?"

"Fuck you."

"Yes please."

"Wha-?!?!"

"I'm joking." (He wasn't really)

"And I probably smell good because I put on this new cologne I got."

"Pfft, to mask off the fact that you're a smoke addict?"

"Hey! Might I inform you that I haven't picked up a cigarette for the past two weeks now."

"Really? Wow, I'm surprised. What made you stop?"

"You. Well, more precisely, you avoiding to get close to me because I stink."

"...?!?" (You were speechless and flustered)

childhood friend! Shinichiro who gets jealous upset when his friends flirt with you right in front of his face, not knowing that they're doing this to get him riled up enough and grow balls to finally confess to you

T: "Say, [name], you got a boyfriend or anything?"

"..?!?! Wha- Why're you asking her that-"

T: "What? Can't a man be curious? Besides, no boyfriend would be pleased if their girlfriend is hanging out with her 'guy' friend and his siblings 24/7."

"Very funny Take-chan. If that's your logic, then I believe you already have your answer."

B: "That's suprising. I was sure a pretty girl like you would have many guys chasing for you."

"...! I'm flattered, Keizo-kun. But I doubt that's the case, haha."

"Oi, you guys, stop bugging her like this..."

T: "Ya'know, I'm pretty sure most girls like strong guys, right? Shin's pretty weak to stay by your side."

"Oi-"

T: "But, he makes it up with his charm and caring side, so I guess you have it good [name]."

W: "Well, that's Shin-chan for ya, so you don't have to worry about him not treating you right, [name]. But if he doesn't, you cant count on us to beat him up for you."

"I.... wow, okay...?"

"?!? Oi, you guys!!? Now you're scaring me!!"

childhood friend! Shinichiro who confronts you one day, telling you all about how his friends and family keep on teasing him about how you and him should date and how he also really liked the idea of that

"Hahaha! Really? Manjiro did that?? I can't believe I missed that!"

"It's painful y'know! Can't believe he's only 12 years old and pulling off roundhouse kicks like that. And to my face too!"

"Well, what'd you do this time?"

"Wha-?!? I can't believe you're so quick to take his side. Both you and Emma."

"What can I say? Both him and Emma are my favourite Sanos after all."

"Gasp After all these years, you're choosing them over me?!? I'm disappointed, [name]. I thought you knew better 😔"

"Cry about it then."

"Mean..."

"But he must have a reason for doing that to you though, right?"

"I mean... it's kind of stupid, really."

"Oh? Do tell whatever the reason for the 'invincible Mikey' to roundhouse kick you. And for Emma to take his side on the matter."

"Ah... they're just mad that I apparently haven't made you my girlfriend yet."

"Huh??"

"I know, stupid, isn't it? They both have been bugging me about this for years now, claiming that they 'want you to be their actual sister'. What's worse is that gramps has the same sentiment as them too."

"Seriously? Sano-sensei as well?"

"Yup. He says he doesn't mind having you as his "granddaughter-in-law" and that you're the only person I ever truly listen to. Bullshit by the way."

"Is it it really though?"

"That's not the point. Hell, even the guys are teasing me for not making it official with you yet. Bugging me about it whenever we hangout, saying that if I don't act soon, they'll steal you away from me."

"I-.... wow... I guess that explains what happened the last time we hung out."

"Yeah, sorry if their words bothered you."

"No, no it's fine. But I'm just wondering... what do you think about all this?"

"Huh?"

"Like.... with everyone bugging you, and well me about this, what are your thoughts on us dating?"

"...?!?... I guess.... I don't mind that..."

"Really? I'm glad then."

"Huh? What do you mean."

"I guess I don't mind us dating as well."

".....Wait..., so are you saying I can be your boyfriend?!?! Really?!?"

"Yes! I'm saying you can be my boyfriend, and I can be your girlfriend, idiot."

"I'm actually so happy right now I could literally kiss you."

"Then do it, Shin. Who's gonna stop you?"

a/n: i love him so much oml, thinking about writing longer fics about some of these scenarios

m.list

[elliewithcellie]

Rite of Passage

summary: steve takes care of you after a date gone horribly wrong (roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader)

wc: 2.0k

cw: results of the date which is not described, but understood to be sexual assault, Please use your discretion (marked in the tags so it can be filtered), steve stays platonic, he is the comfort in the hurt/comfort, reader takes a bath, semi-graphic description of injuries, angst but fluff in how steve cares so much for reader. PLEASE let me know if I'm missing anything

a/n: this is not for the faint of heart. it has been in the vault since 2022 just as a kind of a coping thing. it's one of the stories i revisit and literally just cry rereading, but maybe it can be helpful to others. this is just one way one can react to this sort of incident. everyone's own reactions are valid, and i love you.

It could happen to anyone. Almost every girl experiences it, some sick rite of passage to prove that you are a woman. To remind you that you are still inferior, second class, an object to be used. Then these women share their stories so nonchalantly, in passing, and in response to their friends’ stories. Some don’t share at all. Some bottle it up and smile through the pain anyway, now nothing behind her once vibrant eyes.

But you never really thought it would happen to you. Not that you were invincible or immune or reckless; it’s just not something that anyone can fully comprehend. You’d been told to smile more. You’d been objectified or ignored. You thought that put you on the list already.

You thought he was a sweet guy. You wished you listened to Steve. You had laughed at his suggestion to “at least bring him back to the apartment.” You were so embarrassed at the thought of making out with some guy while Steve hid in the other room. And you didn’t want your date to know that you lived with another guy. But all that seemed so insignificant now.

You had to walk home. Your teeth chattered in the drizzling rain, your gait slightly wider than usual. You crossed your arms and bit down on your lip hard, a desperate attempt at a distraction. Not a single car passed you on your trek home. The darkness consumed you. The silence betrayed you. With your phone now dead, making it to your apartment was the only hope filling your heart. You prayed that Steve hadn’t waited up for you. You just wanted to be alone.

You fiddled with your keys as you approached the locked door. You didn’t realize how much your hands were shaking. You struggled for a few more moments, begging for the strength to get inside without crying, when the door opened for you.

“Y/N! I’ve been calling you for like an hour! Where have you been?” Steve guided you inside. He attempted to take your jacket from you, but you jerked his hand off of you.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me.” Your voice quivered at the end of your sentence.

Steve lifted his hands and closed the door behind the both of you. “Sorry, I didn’t – I – you’re soaked, hon. Did—did you walk here?”

You nodded. You felt overwhelmed, anger rising to cover your tracks. “Can you just fucking cool it with the questions? My phone died. I walked here. I’m wet 'cause it’s raining. Just—just leave me alone.”

You shoved him out of your way with your shoulder and stormed to your room. You had never acted this way toward him, toward anyone. People knew you to be kind, gentle, and sometimes blunt, but never rude or aggressive. But you felt that part breaking right in front of your eyes. You were confused. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, that this was happening.

You plugged in your phone. You paced around your room for your phone to light up again. When your phone turned back on, you checked for his number. He had already blocked you.

Your lungs boiled. Your body vibrated with rage. The impulse to scream grew stronger and stronger by the second. So, you did. A guttural, soul-clutching scream escaped your throat. Tears stained your cheeks. You felt your destruction in your hands, transferring the havoc condemned to you to your room. You threw your books, kicked your chair, and flipped your mattress, bawling and yelling through it all. You punched your pillow over and over until hands gathered you in their arms. You fought the arms, but the hold was tight.

“Hey, it’s me. It’s Steve. Relax. I’ve got you. You’re ok. You’re safe. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

You sank into his touch and wept. Destruction left your body and devolved into devastation. Your body suddenly so heavy, you slumped to your knees, Steve following right behind you and still holding you close.

You couldn’t be sure how long you stayed on the floor of your bedroom. But Steve held you with the same force he did from the very start. He wasn’t going anywhere. You cried until you lost your energy, tears still streaking your face. You couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore. You were glad that you had Steve to lean on.

“How can I help?” Steve asked. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t process such an open-ended question. It seemed that Steve understood that. “Water is supposed to help relax people. What if I fill up the tub for you? You can rest in there, and I’ll grab some clothes for you. How does that sound?”

You nodded, not yet able to find your voice. Steve gently lifted you up, and the two of you walked to the bathroom.

You sat on the closed toilet as Steve crouched by the tub, testing the water with his hand. When the tub filled, he stood up and headed toward the door. “I’ll leave your clothes by the door, ok?”

He opened the door, and your stomach flipped. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Please, I don—Can you stay?”

Steve’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He closed the door behind him and nodded. “Uh, yeah, ok.”

The two of you sat in silence. You didn’t ask for him not to look. You didn’t start to change. You didn’t move, a haze falling over you. The weight of horror and defeat pulled you down.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up to Steve’s. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

“Do you—would you like some help?” Steve’s voice shook as if you were made of glass and one misstep would shatter you.

All you could do was nod. You shuffled out of your jacket as Steve untied your shoes and removed your socks, still damp from the rain. He rose to his knees to meet you at eye level. He patted your arm, and you lifted them halfway into the air, as much as you could muster. Steve carefully pulled your shirt over your head, officially crossing a line the two of you never even toed.

And what Steve saw broke his heart. Blue and green bruises in the shape of fingertips wrapped around your neck. More, less cohesive shapes scattered across your chest down to the top of your hip bones where the waistband of your pants sat.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. He sat in observation, conflict brewing within him. The more he looked, the angrier he got. His shame screamed for him to look away, to salvage the friendship you both have and remain a ‘gentleman’. But the true friend in him wanted to document every bruise on your body, to share the knowledge in your pain, and to lighten the load in any way possible. This part fueled him to continue.

“Stand up for me, please.”

You paused. Your heart began to pound, and you found it harder and harder to breathe. You started to feel dizzy.

Steve took your face in his hands and had you look at him. “Breathe. You’re ok. Breathe with me. In…and out.” You matched the rhythm that Steve set and took deep breaths. You collected yourself under Steve’s gaze, but you were still a little overwhelmed.

“I’m here for you, ok? Whatever you need just say it. Need me to turn around, I will. Need me to leave? I can. But I think you need to get cleaned up, ok? You think you can do that? What do you need from me?”

You thought for a moment. Your brain felt jumbled, like crossed wires scrambling messages. Steve sat at your knees patiently while you considered what you wanted.

“Let’s—let’s just get it over with,” you sighed, a dry laugh forced from your diaphragm.

You stood up with what strength you had left, resolving to lean your body weight on Steve’s shoulders as he kneeled beneath you.

He wasted no time in unbuttoning your pants, desperate to not make a scene of it. He glided your pants to your ankles, and you stepped out of them while using Steve to balance. He stood up and guided you into the water. As you stepped in, the dried blood between your thighs sucked the air out of Steve’s lungs. Now he felt dizzy. Now he felt rage. He could only have guessed, but now he was certain. His eyes stung as he blinked back tears.

“I—I’ll be right back,” he said, turning away from you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna grab those clothes for you. I’ll be right back. I promise.” He tore out of the bathroom, his tears now falling freely. He was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill that man if it was the last thing he did. He paced the halls debating on grabbing his bat. His blood boiled. Steve didn’t know what to do. He stormed into your room but was quickly reminded of the destruction that already took place. His temper cooled back down. You were his priority. You needed his attention. You needed him. He took a deep breath and collected all of your favorite cozy clothes.

He wiped his tears before knocking. A weak ‘come in’ responded. Steve opened the door. You had already begun draining the tub as you reached for your towel from your seated position. Steve grabbed the towel and pulled you up to your feet. He wrapped you up and did what he could to dry you. Then he helped you into your sweats and socks before guiding you to his room.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

“Well, your bed is kind of indisposed at the moment,” Steve chuckled. “So, you can sleep here for now, ok? I’ll be on the couch if you need me.” The truth was he planned on cleaning your room and putting it back together. He knew it was late, but a fresh start in the morning was sure to allow things to move forward a little easier, right?

“You don’t have to. I can sleep on the couch; it’s fine.”

“Please, I insist.”

“It’s your bed.”

“Well, then, at least stay with me. I want you comfortable. I want you to get some sleep tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you are.”

“I think I’d like that, actually.” You tried to smile, but you were much too tired.

“Come on, then.” Steve smiled. He held your hand as he led you to his bed. He pulled the covers back, and you slipped in, Steve following close behind.

The room was dark and silent, two things that again began to trouble you. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep your composure. Steve, too, stared up at his ceiling fan, all too conscious of the space between the two of you, hoping you were comfortable, or at least relaxed enough to fall asleep.

“You were right,” you whispered, your lip beginning to quiver.

Steve’s ears perked up. “Huh? What do you mean?” He turned his body to face you, his arm propping up his head.

“You knew he was bad news. I should have listened.”

“No, no. No. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t know. You did nothing wrong. Okay? Look at me. You did nothing wrong.”

You nodded in the dark, the silence continuing to settle around you. You wanted to believe him; you really did. But fragments of memories struck your nerves, all too vivid and all so wrong to be truly convinced.

“Why did this happen to me, Steve?” Your voice broke. Steve pulled you into his chest as you cried for the second time this evening. He stroked your hair as he held you close, failing to keep his own tears at bay.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I’ve got you. I’m gonna keep you safe from now on, you got that? You can count on me.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

The room eventually grew quiet and still, the only sounds the heavy breaths leaving both of you. Steve kept his promise, holding you in his arms and keeping you safe the entire night.

[jxmis]

Second Choice

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're tired of always being the second choice... even in your own relationship you were the backup.

Warning(s): Angst with no happy ending

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Inspired by the Little Women scene of Laurie and Amy but with my own twist <3

(gif not mine! credit to the owner!)

You knew what everyone thought of you. Oh poor Y/N, always the second choice. Her being the second choice in her family, her brother always being the first and favorite. Always being the second best in her class in the Academy. And even her boyfriend’s second choice. How pathetic of you. You know that. 

Of course, he’d rather be with the beautiful blue eyed dirty blonde haired woman. She’s not only beautiful, she’s smart, amazing at her job, a great friend, and everyone loves her. You on the other hand, you’re just… you. You will never compare to Jennifer Jareau.

It shocks you how Spencer Reid even noticed you at all. Sure, you work with him, but you never would’ve guessed that he'd ever want a romantic relationship with you. You’re not blind or naive, everyone practically knows how Reid is in-love with JJ. You witnessed it from the very beginning when JJ had joined the team as the media liaison. But they never really happened, to your surprise. 

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to go on a date with Spencer. That one date turned into two… three and eventually, he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You thought that maybe… just maybe he could love you the way he loves JJ. That he’d look at you the way he looks at her. You thought that you could help him move on. However, that wasn’t the case.

It’s been almost a year since you two have been together. It never even feels like you really had all of him. That's because… you never did. Unlike JJ, who always had all of him, she has his full respect, trust, and most of all… love. 

You can’t help but see looks of sympathy from others. Even they notice the way Spencer would sneak glances at JJ, how he looks at her, hugs her, how his smile would grow brighter and bigger because of her. You’re tired. Tired of competing for Spencer’s love. You should've known this was a battle you’d lose. Of course, you have no resentment towards JJ. She’s with Will, you know how much she loves her husband and Henry. You know her love for Spencer will always be platonic. The only one to blame is yourself. Though, you can’t help this burning anger towards Spencer. For- For leading you on, making you let him in when he couldn’t even do the same. Mainly, for making you fall for him. 

You’re sick of being the second choice. Today will be the last day and you vow to yourself that you’ll never let anyone make you feel that way again. You deserve better. This ends today. 

 ———

You had told Spencer earlier how you wanted to talk after this case. Well, the case was over, it was a tough case and as much as you’d like to be comforted by Spencer’s arms you know alcohol will be what will comfort you tonight instead. However, you all had landed almost 20 minutes ago and most are preparing to leave. Instead of Reid doing the same thing, he’s rather smiling and laughing with JJ. 

“Spencer, let’s go,” you called out. To no one’s surprise, you were ignored. You see JJ motioning for Spencer to go but resulting in the opposite. 

“Give me a sec! I’ll meet you at the car!” Spencer responds back. The urge you had to yell, but instead, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You put on a fake smile and indeed go down to the parking garages. Tears started to run down your face as you head to the car. Instead of waiting for Spencer, you drove off. 

Right as you had arrived in your shared apartment with Spencer which was originally his until he had suggested you move in with him. You had honestly thought this act of his meant he’s finally moving on, but it was another misleading act of his. 

You began to pack all your stuff as fast as you could wanting to leave this place as soon as possible. When you open the door to leave, you’re surprised to see the person about to knock. 

“Derek? W- What are you doing here?” You ask very confuse. 

He raises his eyebrows, “You goin somewhere?” You look down, your eyes becoming filled with tears dying to fall. 

“You got a place to stay tonight?” Your head snaps at his question. Your mouth opens and closes but couldn’t get a word out. “C’mon, you can stay with me till you find a place.” 

———

You and Morgan arrive at the BAU the next morning together. You both were bickering about the movie you two had watched last night. Watching a movie and drowning both yourselves with ice cream was a way Morgan hoped to make you feel better. It honestly did help along with him listening to you. There was not a single moment did you see or even feel judgment coming from him. He’s a great friend. You’ll miss him. No, you’re going to miss everyone. 

Unfortunately, your bickering and thoughts were interrupted by the one person you wanted to avoid. “Y/N!” Spencer calls out as he speeds to you. “W- What happened last night?! You- you left me! A- And all your stuff… they’re gone!” Spencer’s reaction genuinely shocked you. It actually seems like he cares.

You snap out of it and scoff, “I’m surprised you even noticed.” You walk past him and head to your desk. Now, all eyes are on you both, but they don’t forget to eye Morgan. All he does is put both his hands up, not giving them anything. 

“What’s going on with you, Y/N!” That was the tipping point for you. You turn to the brunette and drag him to Hotch’s office, closing the doors. You were so angry, you didn’t even think to close the blinds. 

The rest of the team couldn’t help but watch you both obviously having an argument. They’ve never seen you so angry… so full of rage. They’d be lying if they didn’t think it was bound to happen at some point, they’re profilers for god sakes! JJ is standing there and can’t help but feel guilty as she watches the scene. Morgan sensing this, he puts his hand on her shoulder and whispers, “Don’t go blaming yourself now, JJ. It’s not your fault.” 

“I’m tired, Spencer! I’m tired of us, I can’t do this anymore. We- we’re… We’re done.” Spencer stands there in shock whilst you head to the door so close to heading out. 

“That’s it? You’re just going to give up on us?” You couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from you. 

“Give up on us? Are you serious right now, Spencer?” You turn facing the clueless brunette. “I had done nothing but hold on for dear life!”

“Well, you breaking up with me with no explanation really shows you holding on to us, huh?” At this point, you didn’t have it in you to yell and fight anymore. He wants a reason, you’ll give him one. 

“I’ve always been the second choice in everything in my life. My family, past relationships, even the academy! You knew that… I told you.. Trusted you with that information. God, you even promised that you wouldn’t make me feel like that.” You sigh, “The problem is that you did, Spencer… you did.” 

The tone of your voice… so broken… so fragile breaks Spencer’s heart. The door being open, the team could now hear the conversation and it kills them to see you in such a state. “Y/N…” but before Spencer could say anything, you raise your hand up not wanting him to interrupt.

“I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. I won’t. I won’t do it.” Tears now escape your eyes much to your dismay. You didn’t want Spencer or the others seeing you cry. You start to back away, “I won’t- not when I’ve spent my entire life loving you.” With that, you leave Hotch’s office, sadly, only to be met by looks of pity from the rest of the team. 

You wipe your tears. You head to your desk grabbing your belongings and walk past all of them, not once daring to look them in the eye knowing what their facial reactions already look like. Even though you hear your name being called out by some of them, you continue your way not once ever looking back.

You thought you could stay at least the rest of the week to say your proper goodbyes to the team. You’ve been with most of them since the beginning. They were basically your family, it was only fair to have a proper farewell. But now, it’s too late for that, you can’t bring yourself to step foot in there anymore. Maybe someday, but for now, you’re okay with how things were left. You’re left with only sending them a letter as your goodbye. Your only hope is that they’d understand. You grabbed your stuff at Morgan’s and got everything in your car. You email Hotch your transfer request. You don’t know what’s next for you, but you couldn’t wait. This time, it’ll be different, it’ll be better.

[serotonins-stuff]

I have a Bakugou x fem! reader request if you’re willing!

so reader is really smart but disguises it at school because she’s afraid people (especially boys) will think she’s stuck-up and unattractive. But Bakugou sees through her act and likes how smart she is and asks her out in his own Bakugou way.

Preferably fluff but suggestive bc Bakugou is turned on by smart women ;)

thanks!

Smartass | K•Bakugo

Includes : Fluff

Warnings : none

A/n: Apologies for only getting to the requests months later :), I've got quite slot on my schedule.

Exhaustion wouldn't even be able to explain how you felt after an all nighter, studying your ass off for a biology test after all you've done the past week is hang out with your friends who could care less about good grades.

Being in this highschool meant that you would be classified as a nerd if anyone knew about the lengths you go through for a perfect score, so naturally you did everything you could to avoid that.

You never bragged or showed anyone your scores, you never raised your hand in class even if your mind was tearing you apart for knowing the answer, and because of this no one had gotten suspicious of your actions because you were sure to attract as little attention towards yourself as possible.

Though, at least that's what you thought.

You were convinced that you fooled everyone but, unbeknownst to you, there was always someone watching you from the corner of your eye.

Bakugo Katsuki, the only person in your class who found your behavior suspicious.

Occasionally he would pass by while you're talking to your friends in the hall and overhear you claim that you didnt study for the test. Though it would be a different story when he got a glance of your perfect score from where he sat behind you.

Today was no different, because as soon as you got your paper you flipped it upside down before a look of dissapproval crossed your features. It made his blood boil. Why would someone as smart as you not want to show off their skills to the world?

"We're going to have a class project" The teacher spoke out, "As you all know we're going to the aquarium next week-."

Various complains could be heard by some of the students and you tried to refrain from showing your excitement.

The idea of biology made you feel giddy inside. You were just imagining how calming it would be like to be in the presence of so much aquatic life, in the dimmly lit hues of the water cascading all around the building.

"As I was saying.." She cleared her throat and everyone went silent. "I'm going to be putting you in pairs"

Your heart dropped.

She had to be joking right?. The people in your class had to be the laziest people you had ever met in your life, and there was no way you were going to be stuck with them for a whole day.

Every group project you've been in, there would always be only one person who did the the work, while the others would slack off, and that person was you.

Nobody ever handed their assignments in on time or even took it the slightest bit of interest. You played along with their act, fearing that they'd judge you for being a goody two shoes if you spoke up. In your own time you'd sit by yourself to finish the project and of course they'd take all the credit. They always take the credit.

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you flinched.

"You dreaming in class?" He scoffed, staring you down with his crimson eyes, His face held a neutral expression, and could feel from his aura that he was trying to read you.

"Katsuki Bakugo" you said in acknowledgement, averting your eyes from his to break the somewhat intense staredown.

"Y/n L/n" he tilted his head, not once looking away from your face. "Pair up with me"

You looked at him with shock, was this the same Bakugo who always wanted to work by himself because 'everyone else is weak', now standing at your table demanding you to work with him?

You never really spoke to him in class, but often you'd find yourself staring at him whenever you had hero training. He was always so focused and well calculated. On the battle field he's better than you in every aspect.

He was smart, possibly even smarter you, so why did he need you on his team when he'd just fine by himself?

"Um, why me?" You you're voice wavered.

"You're one of the only idiots in this class who actually put in the effort"

Your eyes widened and you stared at him to search for any sign that he was joking, but he wasn't. Could this mean that he was one of the people that actually acknowleded your hard efforts?

"What you're what you're talking abo-"

He cut you off before rolling his eyes. "You can't pull that clueless act shit on me and you know that."

You avertes your gaze and he continued. "You get a perfect score on almost every test, yet you don't tell anyone that cause you don't wan em to know you're a smartass."

He would rather much have to work with you than the other people in the class, considering you always take the number two spot regarding academics. He's always right ahead of you, scowling in first place, but hell- even he had to admit that there was nothing hotter than a smart woman. If anything he wanted to see this smartness up close, test the limits, and see just how much of your intelligence you were hiding from everyone else.

Don't get him wrong, he loved getting first place, though it wasn't really worth it if his opponents weren't going to give him a challenge. He wanted to fight for his place, give blood his blood sweat and tears for it.

And what better way to do that then get his academic rival pumped up?

You sighed in defeat and he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. "We'll have to do research, you free after school?"

He looked away slightly bashful as your fingers brushed against his to type in your number.

"Yeah I am, did you have any place in mind?"

"The cafe two blocks down, afterschool" he said abruptly and turned to leave but stopped when you spoke.

"I don't know where that is" you said softly.

"I'll walk you there after school" he replied, a tiny hint of nervousness coming from his voice.

He needed to end this conversation or else he was gonna end up looking like a tomato from all of this blushing. He practiced this conversation a million times in his head and even that wasn't enough to prepare him. Hearing your voice address him did things to him that nobody would ever understand. The look of your sweet gaze directed to him was more than he could ever ask for.

This class project was a great excuse for him to get to know you better, but you didn't need to know that.

It would've been embarrassing if you noticed him acting all weird, but luckily you were too trappped in your own little world to notice.

•••

A/n. (again) : Focused on getting requests out :)

See you all on Friday.

[moltensmusings]

So I forgot to make another rambling post, we continued our Fairy Tail rewatch. We're part way through grand magic games and the fury I feel at how it was written knows no bounds. Time for a bulleted post.

Warning, I'm going to be angry and really tear into the arc:

The hatred the citizens have for fairy tail is so stupidly convoluted and done just to make the audience root for fairy tail. You're telling me the entire populace hates a guild for just kind of sucking in games and not being that great? When we had the arena hating Rebecca in one piece, it made sense because to the general public, she was from the family that slaughtered citizens and brought terror to the land. In fairy tail it was done to make us care.

Raventail had literally no reason to be competing, and everything surrounding them is contradictory and infuriating. First, it doesn't make sense for them to join a big spectacle of their goal was to get information from guild members. Why wouldn't they just kidnap laxus or one of the other characters to force them into revealing things? Also, them being a dark guild, which we are told aren't sanctioned guilds, and yet Jellal not being allowed to go after them "because of interguild conflict." No, mashima just wanted them to be there. It makes no logical sense for Jellal to be held back on the principle of not stirring guild conflict when Raventail isn't recognized as a guild. Ivan having a much more down low confrontation with Laxus and Makarov would've been so much better than us getting some dumb plotline about how "laxus beats them all because they're just weak" like we get in every single arc. They only exist to give fairy tail a rival to fight and the "cruel guild who doesn't care about it's members and only wants power" is already filled by Sabertooth. What purpose did they serve?

Why would mashima have Flare be sadistic and gleeful if she was only doing what she did to try and save herself? It makes literally no sense for her to act the way she did. It would be one thing if we got any indication in her scenes that her personality was an act put on for Ivan, but we see her laughing and jeering with her guild even when she's not the main focus so why would she be excited if she didn't actually want to do it?

I really hate how no other guild is allowed to be in anyway as strong as fairy tail once our main characters are introduced. It makes fights so insanely boring. We never get actually shown instances of characters getting stronger, the show tells us they did and we have to believe it.

Heaven forbid a woman be allowed to actually win in this show unless she's Erza Scarlet. No girl is allowed to just be a strong fighter in their own right. Lucy gets humiliated and abused constantly during the GMG for no reason other than making the audience hate enemies. Wendy isn't allowed to go into the Cheria fight and properly win or lose (don't even get me started on the forced in red herring of Cheria being evil). Cana can't have her own strength or abilities despite testing to be an S-Class wizard. Apparently none of the mermaid heel women are allowed to actually be strong wizards outside of Kagura because heaven forbid we get actually challenging match ups.

How is it that we supposedly have Lacrima watching the game and judges/guards keeping an eye on things and yet apparently no one notices Raventail cheating? And when someone does notice them he just ignores it? What is even the point of any set up and world building if we throw it out the window just to make conflict work in your story. Mashima forcibly sets up a "Fairy tail vs the world" concept for GMG and it's so stupid and badly done that I don't even get mad at the other characters. I get mad at Mashima.

I'm chosing to ignore the random fanservice fight because it was pointless and so many characters were weirdly written just to put them in skimpy outfits. If I have to think about Asuka being thrown in during the swimsuit one I think I'll go insane. Also just made me disgusted at all the grown men leering at girls they watched grow up. Such as Makarov who consistently calls guild members his children.

Bacchus deciding he wants to force Lisanna and Mirajane to sleep with him if he wins because heaven forbid we get an antagonistic dude who is written as hatable without making him a creep. Heaven forbid women have agency.

Why was Lucy the one to go back in time when we have Levy narrating? I thought Celesital Wizards couldn't go through the gates they make, or at the very least that time gates took so much energy they killed the ones that use them. Even if it wasn't levy I would've preferred a different character coming back through time to warn everyone.

Mashima flopping between Natsu not caring about naked lucy/people to Natsu suddenly wanting to see her naked within the same arc, baffles me.

The way Mashima writes Mavis makes me so uncomfortable. Another grown women with a petite body he infantalizes. This woman was in her 20s when she died and he treats her like a child.

Erza vs 100 monsters is the one good scene in this arc.

TL;DR- I actually thought I'd enjoy this arc because I loved it as a teenager. But I'm so unbelievably angry at everything happening that I actually am having a horrible time.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Rediscovered | CBF! 09’ Ghost x/& Reader

Day 26: Reconnecting w/ 09’ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Summary: After meeting in elementary school, you and Simon hit it off, becoming best friends before miscommunications leads you two to lose contact for years, before meeting again at an airport.

Word Count: ~ 1.9k

Warnings: allusions to an abusive dad (simon’s), period blood, partial nudity?? (not sexual at all), mentions of family death

A/N: ok I actually really like this one, it can be read as either platonic or romantic, and I might expand on it later when I’m not so flooded (I have 9000 wips😭), hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

It had all started one morning, in an old public school. The first day of 2nd grade.

You’d sat down near the middle, not wanting the attention of being in the front or back, preferring to be farthest from the teacher. He’d sat down in the back, on the desk behind you.

The teacher, an older woman with frizzy, short hair and thick bangs, had passed out pieces of paper with little plastic bowls of macaroni and instructed each of you to take out your glue bottle and stick the macaroni pieces down to make the shape of an apple. He hadn’t brought anything to class, mumbling something about ‘forgetting’ his backpack before thanking you when you decided to share.

You remembered seeing the splotchy bruises on his skin, on his too-skinny knees, and wondering where they were from. His blonde, greasy hair, almost looked brown. He had blonde eyelashes, that was what you remembered the most.

You’d knocked your bowl of macaroni off your desk, and everyone had turned their heads to you, the chatting of other children stopping as some giggled. He watched as your ears turned red from embarrassment, and you got up, kneeling on the floor to pick up each and every piece, one by one. He’d gotten up too, deciding that he would make whatever was between you two even by helping.

“I’m (Y/N),”

You’d murmured, offering a little strained, nervous smile. He’d glanced up at you, and nodded, swallowing as his Adam’s Apple bobbed.

“Simon.”

He whispered back. You had smiled a bit at that, and he’d assumed you were just mentally laughing at him, until you’d whispered something to him about having an old dog named Simon, one of those crusty white mutts that would bark at everything, could barely see, and would hump everyone’s legs.

He’d snorted at that.

The other kids had moved their focus back onto their crafts by then, and you’d written your address on the back of an index card, passing it to him, whispering for him to come visit on Saturday afternoon, that he could play games with you and your neighborhood friends.

He’d come and gotten to know all of them. Some of the only childhood friends he’d had, considering the people who lived in his neighborhood didn’t have any kids, or not good ones to hang around with unless you were looking to get addicted to something, anyway.

He’d finally met your parents, being welcomed in, your mother taking some of his torn jeans and pants to stitch up for him, giving him food to take home, your father helping with homework after school, teaching him how to fix things, helping teach him woodwork and how a man should act, caring for his family, how to be respectful to women. He started getting invited to Thanksgiving, essentially staying at your house every day after school to escape his actual dad waiting at home.

He’d been there when you’d first gotten your period, waking up to your hushed panicked whispers to yourself, walking over only to cover his eyes as he tried to erase the sight of your pants and underwear, both stained with blood, pulled down. You held a tampon in one hand and squealed as you saw him.

“Hey, it’s just me—“

“Oh god, Simon, I don’t know what to do—my mom only uses tampons and I don’t want that inside of me-!”

“Just..uh…shove toilet paper in your underwear.”

“No! I need pads, shit-shit-shit, we don’t have any…”

He’d seen the tears welling in your eyes as he peeked out from his hands, keeping his eyes strictly on your face. He knew what he had to do, even as his cheeks turned bright red.

“I could, I dunno, go buy some? There’s that little shop like five minutes away?”

“Oh, thank god, there’s twenty bucks under my plant on my dresser, you can use that. Thank you, Si.”

He’d run to the little shop, bought the pads using the twenty bucks, despite the weird looks the cashier and men in the store had given him, and run straight back, handing you the pad and reading the instructions from the back of the box to try and help you figure it out together with him.

He’d been there for your first boyfriend, some guy with no real personality outside of being tall and good at basketball, but you’d both broken up abruptly because he’d simply gotten bored of you. He’d comforted you then, and you’d comforted him after his first girlfriend cheated on him.

High school had come. He survived the first two years only because you helped him through it, basically tutoring him through all of Geometry and the advanced classes he somehow tested into, and he’d taken you to all the fast food restaurants you’d craved in the middle of the night in exchange. He dropped out Junior year, and because of being held back for ‘disruptive behavior’ in his elementary school, he was already 18.

He didn’t know how to drop the bombshell that he was going to the military, having already applied, and been accepted, he was expected to report in only a day.

So he wrote a letter, saying everything about how he would miss you, and that he’d bring you home all sorts of trinkets, and that you’d both be best friends forever, even when he went into the military and escaped his father for good. He’d thanked you for everything, saying he’d see you again soon, and he’d visit again as soon as possible.

Except that, between all the missions, a few injuries that hospitalized him, and then the training he had to undergo to be put back in his Task Force, and everything he witnessed, it was a couple of years until he finally went back.

But when he did go back, getting off of the flight, speeding the entire way to your house, hopping out, he knocked on the door, newly painted with the yard trimmed nearly, a few different decorations and flowers in place now, it was a stranger who opened the door. A stranger said that he didn’t know who Simon was looking for and that he’d owned this house for a good four years now.

Simon had assumed you’d moved on. Gone on for better things than him. Little did he know, his father had found the letter in the mailbox, mailed to go to your house, since Simon knew you might find it too soon if he put it right in your mailbox, and his father had opened it, and promptly thrown it in their fireplace, watching it burn to ash.

You didn’t know where your best friend had gone. He’d just…disappeared with no word, and after all of his family tragically died a year or two after, you’d gone to the funerals, and not seen a trace of him. Here you were now, standing and waiting for your flight back home from visiting some family that lived far away, messy bun holding your greasy hair up, eye bags prevalent as you hadn’t cared to put on makeup, wearing the most atrocious but comfortable outfit possible, and you saw it.

A pair of blue eyes that looked all too familiar.

He was with three other men, one looking old enough to be your father, with a gruff beard and weathered demeanor, another with a Mohawk, wearing a small grin as he nodded at something, the other silent and listening with a smile, and him.

He was wearing a cloth mask, the sort that had been mandated throughout countries not too long ago. It had a skull pattern, one you recognized from the countless nights his older brother, Tommy, had worn a skull mask and scared the wits out of both you and Simon. You still remembered his shrilly squeals of terror as he booked it, running for the hills.

“Simon?”

His head snapped in your direction so fast you thought he might have a whiplash injury. They all paused, a bit of surprise, and a hint of suspicion and mistrust in their expressions as they watched him yank his mask off, face one of shock, before he ran over to you.

You laughed in pure sleep-deprived shock, embracing him in a hug as he gave you a fat kiss on the cheek, he sighed.

“Thought I’d never see you again. By the time I went back, you were already gone. Guess you read the letter, huh?”

He felt a bit of embarrassment bubbling up at the memory of his teenage self crying while writing that letter, all of his angsty little thoughts spilling out into what he thought might be a final goodbye.

“What letter?”

You both looked up at each other confused, and it was his turn to laugh in disbelief.

“I, uh, made a letter. Tellin’ you I was going off to the military, that I’d be back. I thought I mailed it to you, must’ve forgotten through the nerves.”

The other men finally began approaching. They’d never seen their Ghost look so nervous before, going back to stuttering, rubbing the back of his neck, grinning nervously while looking at the floor.

“Ghost? Who’s this?”

The gruff man asked. You raised a brow.

“Ghost? Seriously?”

Simon huffed elbowing you in the side, watching you wince slightly. He forgot how strong he was, sometimes. Maybe it was because he was always surrounded by people who were just as large as he was, that he wasn’t used to being around civilians anymore.

“Ah, this is Captain MacTavish and Captain Price—“

“Christ’s sake, we’re off base, just tell the lass our names.”

He saw the way your grin widened at his Captain’s Scottish accent, meeting his gaze with a look of wonder.

“Right, John Price, John MacTavish, and that’s Gary.”

“What’s Gary’s special name?”

You watched as Simon’s lips twitched up a moment, before responding.

“Roach.”

You busted out laughing, and soon enough the older men were joining in too, while poor Gary just cringed and turned redder by the second.

“Gonna introduce me, Si?”

You finally asked once the laughing fit was over, and he nodded, throat suddenly drying up as he realized he didn’t know a proper title for you. Friend? Were you two even more than acquaintances after all these years? His brain seemed to decide for him, as he spoke.

“This is my best friend, (Y/N).”

The men raised brows at that, but Price only chuckled, jerking his head to the airport’s hallway.

“This has been a lovely reunion, but we need to find a place to sleep, best friend or not.”

He’d said, giving a smile that felt a bit passive-aggressive to Simon, considering how he was tired, hungry, and just wanted to rent a hotel room for the night already, and the words had tumbled out of your mouth before you’d thought it through.

“You could just stay with me. We’ve got plenty of catching up to do, anyway.”

You’d said, giving a pointed glance at Simon, who’d smirked ever so slightly.

“How about it, lads?”

MacTavish had asked, and after a collective nod from everyone, he sealed your fate with a simple sentence.

“Lead the way, then.”

You weren’t sure what you’d gotten yourself into.

[mushroommanstan]

university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o 🤼‍♀️ pls i

Oh anon, how did you know I’ve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!

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Creepy Tenko Part One:

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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but there’s a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.

First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.

The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.

Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.

Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesn’t even deny it.

Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But it’s fine, he’s medicated now… most of the time.

He’s also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. He’s used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. He’s so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.

Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. He’s a smart guy, he doesn’t need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.

The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.

Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.

Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadn’t gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.

The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.

It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and… fingernails. Wait… was that… oh my god.

He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.

Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.

Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victim’s body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldn’t expel him.

He was like a mascot for the heroes’s new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.

So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.

And then you came along.

He didn’t think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.

Well… he had to admit… you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plump…. Eh-hum, personality.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, not like he tried. You’ll learn soon enough that he’s a creep, and then he’ll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.

His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?

“Oh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! It’s lilac!”

Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.

Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.

As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit… he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.

The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.

Beep-boop, boop bleep!

You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was… that was…

You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition “Super Hero Adventure Deluxe” for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)

Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!

You couldn’t help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.

Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.

Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didn’t actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! … don’t make him fight you, you’re the first girl to touch him in years.

You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understand?”

Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didn’t know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.

You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.

Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so… mean. So entitled. So dominant.

He wants more.

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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!

[buttercupd1ed]

Treatment: Young Severus Snape x Fem! Reader

TW: Mentions of blood Summary: Your cousin, James Potter, gets into a fight with Severus Snape.

It's just after breakfast, and I am currently walking to the potions classroom with my friend, F/N. There are so many students crowded at an area, and we decided to check it out. This wasn't unusual, though. This would happen almost everyday. It wasn't rare to see this. Luckily, the crowded area is just near the potions classroom, so when classes start, I won't be late.

My friend and I dash to the scene and we squirm through the many students so that we can see the drama. As we did so, others groaned out a few words like 'Watch it!', 'Hey!' or 'Bloody hell!'. 

As I arrive, shock strikes my face and worries travel to my heart as it now starts to beat faster and harder than before. I bring my hands up to my mouth in horror to the sight before me. Two boys already bloody and bruised. One being James Potter: the charming and handsome, yet rude and mean boy of Hogwarts. The other being Severus Snape: a quiet kid who's a bit attractive, I might say.

I had to act fast. This couldn't go on forever, of course. I couldn't bare seeing the two young men fighting and getting hurt. My heart broke into pieces once I saw Severus getting hurt once again by this bloody Marauder.

"Enough, both of you!" I say as I step in between the two. Holding my hands up on both sides as both of their fists touch my hands. My hands started to become bloody as I do so. Their fists consisting of the red liquid as the cause.

They then slowly lower their fists. I look at the two of them in observance of their expressions, and they were looking at each other full of hatred. Darkness consuming their eyes as they do so. They were panting and blood were trickling down their skins and noses quickly. 

"Now let's get you both to the infirmary. Black, bring Potter. I'll bring Severus." I instruct and the long haired boy scoffs.

"Come on, L/N! They should continue the fight. I won't be following a woman's bloody orders. Especially since you are Potter's cousin. You're supposed to follow mine, and you're supposed to support your cousin! Not Snivellus!" Black says and I glare daggers at him. What he said is such an insult to me, and all the women in the world. He's acting like he's anti-feminist. All he does is toy with women's bloody feelings. Not giving any fuck about them.

"Do it now, Black." I order.

"How about... no." He declines.

"Do it now!" I shout out with fury filling the tone of my voice, and he immediately approaches James. Grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the crowd. I sigh out as it is tiring to handle stubborn people like him.

I then face Severus and I look at him. His face softening as his eyes become watery. Tears threatening to leave the place of his eyes. I look at him filled with pity. He's such a nice boy, yet he's hurt for no reason. He doesn't deserve this. He never deserved this.

"Let's go.." I whisper to him, but he weakly shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows at him curiously as to why he doesn't want to go to the infirmary. 

"Please, Y/N.." He whispers breathily and I sigh. I nod at the greatly hurt boy and I take him by the hand. I hear gasps from the students around us as I do so, but I didn't mind it. I didn't mind his reputation, I didn't mind how much of a freak Severus is. I only mind his heart, his feelings... whenever he is happy.

We swiftly went through the crowd of shocked students and made our way to my dormitory. I didn't pay attention to class right now. I payed attention to Severus. He needs the treatment right now. He needs attention- to be payed with attention.

As I was pondering, and probably him as well, we eventually arrive at my dormitory. I open the door in front of me and I drag him in. Not even bothering to close the door behind me. I then direct him to my bed and I sit. Patting the space next to me. Signaling him to sit beside me, and he did so. He slowly approached me and sat. 

As he did so, I slipped my wand out of my pocket. Flicking it and muttering an Accio. Then, a damp cloth appears in my hand. I quickly place my wand on my nightstand and I face Severus. His lips slightly parted and his face relaxed. His eyes meeting mine.

His eyes are still watery. He didn't even dare to let a tear fall

I bring my non-dominant hand to the back of his head for support, and I slowly bring my dominant hand which has the damp cloth to the cut on Severus' cheek. I become hesitant since I don't want to hurt him, but I know it will get worse if I do not treat it, so I dabbed the cut softly and slowly. To my surprise, he didn't flinch. His eyes are still making contact with mine. A conversation of feelings between them.

I slowly continue to dab on the cut on his cheek. Moving towards the next one on his face after. Giving it the same treatment as I did to the first one.

I then move to the last cut on his face. The small cut on his bottom lip. My hand trailed quite slower and much more hesitantly to it. I shift my eyes to his bottom lip as I start to dab it. This time, he quivered. To be honest, he seemed rather different these past few days... is that the reason why he and James started this fight?

I continue to dab it until it was clean. I then lowered the cloth and placed it on my nightstand. I slowly turn my head to Severus. Looking at him in the eye once again.

"Better?" I ask.

"Y-yeah.. thanks.." He says and I slightly smile at him, but I let out a sigh after as I see tears filling his eyes.

"It's fine to feel sad, Severus. Let it all out." I tell him and a tear starts to fall down his cheek. His lip started to quiver a bit more and a gasp came out from his mouth. I start to think of a way to comfort him since I was never comforted by a friend... or anyone, at least. Maybe a few times when I was a kid, but that's all. I don't remember the way I was comforted somehow. Hence the reason I am now trying to think of one.

Suddenly, Severus leaned on me, causing my body to collapse on the bed. He started to cry on my shoulder, and all I could think of is to stroke his back, and that's what I did. I eventually cooed him to add to the comfort. 

To my surprise, he stopped quickly. He lifted his head and looked at me. Sitting back up with reddened cheeks.

"Sorry.." He apologizes.

"It's fine.. i've experienced what happened to you too, you know?" I say as I try to add to the comfort. I look at him and he looks at me. Our eyes meeting.

"Why me? Why not help James?" He asked and I sighed out. 

"You are nothing like James. James is charming, and he's my cousin and all, but.." I start. "I relate to you. I was like you, and..." I pause as I smile sadly at him.

"I love you. I- I have loved you ever since i've seen you. Even if you like Lily, i'd still continue to hope. Hope that one day, you'll- you'll notice me too.." I express as my vision blurs a bit. My eyes watery to the point a tear fell instantly down my face. I didn't break our eye contact, though. I want to look at him as I confess. As I tell the man my feeling for him, even if he doesn't like me back.

"Y/N.." He says as his hand travels to my cheek.

"I have loved you ever since. My heart beats for you, and you only. I liked Lily, but when I saw you.. I've known. I- I wish I could have told you sooner, but I was scared. Just like you, I suppose. I kept it inside me for as long as I've known." He confesses.

"Bottom line is," he starts, "I love you. You will be my first, and last love, only if you allow me to." He continues and I chuckle. Nearing his face.

"Always." I say and he leans forward. Our lips connecting. These little butterflies erupted in my stomach, and sparks enlightened the two of us. The feeling is so... good. It feels like whenever i'm with Severus, I feel loved. Whether it's raining sadness, or shining joy, he makes me happy.

"I love you, Severus. More than anything."

"I love you, Y/N. Forever, and always."

‼️PART 2 OF TREATMENT:

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I can see her do Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. Not now, but maybe in a few years after she's divorced from Harry and has no other takers. Yes, Meghan is a control freak and will be a nightmare for the camera crew because she will micromanage them. But in reality, all of those housewives are control freaks with vanity issues. She'll fit right in. They're all competing to be Boss Housewife with the most money, the most beauty, the most love. They all have to have the most name brand stuff, best purses, biggest rings, most handsome partner. I think, if she played this out, Meghan would end up seething with jealousy comparing her life to all the others. Kind of like she does now. And no matter what she says, the viewer can always see that underneath the veneer.

Either OC or Beverly Hills. Those ladies will eat her alive and I really want to see that happen.

How I expect the Beverly Hills ladies to handle Meghan:

Kyle Richards is Queen Bee of RHBH and you know she’ll shoot down anyone who dares come for her. She might get along with Meghan in the beginning but she’ll turn in a flash. At least Kyle was actually robbed and has the legit trauma from it. She’ll put Meghan in her place when Meghan starts moaning about how worried she is about security.

Erika has no fucks left to give after the Girardi lawsuits and mess. She’ll read Meghan for filth in a heartbeat.

Dorit and Meghan would be one-upping each other over how many tacky brand logos they can wear in the same outfit.

Sutton will drag Meghan with her southernisms and her confessionals will be about how Meghan breaks all the rules of polite society.

Garcelle is the one I most want to see interact with Meghan, because Garcelle legit won’t stand for racism or unconscious bias, she has a real acting career, and her activist work supporting black women and black communities will make Meghan sooo uncomfortable.

Now for the OC ladies:

Heather has legit money and actual acting cred. She’ll handle Meghan like the gnat she is. Heather also brings Terry into the mix and Terry can do a put-down like no other so he’ll be fun to watch. He probably has no idea who Meghan is and will say so straight to her face. (But Terry does know who Harry is and they might get along in a goofy sort of way.)

Tamra is a Mean Girl so I think she’d get along with Meghan in the beginning, but inevitably they’ll cross each other and then they’ll out-crazy each other and it’ll be fun to watch them tear each other apart. (And holy facelift fail. Don’t look at the pictures, you guys. I mean it.)

Shannon is nutty and can probably out-nutty Meghan. I can see Meghan thinking she’s better than Shannon but Meghan will underestimate how much the Bravoholics love Shannon and that’ll be the kiss of death.

Emily and Gina probably know who Meghan is and they probably couldn’t care less that she’s there. Gina will probably fall victim to Meghan’s love-bombing and Emily will be the one calling Meghan out on all of her BS, which makes Emily and Gina fight all season long until Meghan stabs Gina in the back and Gina wakes up to what’s been happening. (Also, if Meghan joined RHBH, Gina would no longer have the worst outfits/hair in the confessionals.)

Meghan would probably out-obnoxious Alexis and Alexis would hate it. It’d be fun.

Honorable mentions to:

Lisa Vanderpump (RHBH OG). Her British accent will give Meghan PTSD and Meghan wouldn’t be able to hide her jealousy over Lisa’s restaurant success.

Caroline Danbury (RH Dubai). She’ll be worse than Erika and Heather combined. Plus Caroline knows people in the aristo world so she’ll have good tea.

Luann DeLesseps (RHNY OG). I just want to see her sing “money can’t buy you class” in Meghan’s face and watch her rage out.

Caroline Manzo (RHNJ). The OG “tell it like it is” mama bear on Bravo. She’ll say it all straight to Meghan’s face and won’t care one bit what she thinks.

…

I’ve been watching too much Bravo. Thank god the new tv season is starting.

[serxinns]

Yandere mha x scarlet witch reader extras 2: The dare

Context: you and the girls were playing or dare at the sleepover it went terribly wrong..

Fun fact : this was inspired by a ramble idea me and @lady-ashfade came up with a while ago

•You and the girls decided to have a sleepover how fun but this time it was gonna be different tonight was truth or dare

•After everyone got ready and the snacks and stuff were here y'all decides to play

•The rounds of truth of dare were sane at 1st just ordinary questions like "I dare you to dance embarrassingly in front of everyone" "Or who do you like todoroki or bakugo?" (none of you answered that)

The girls were pressuring you to tell who you like which you didn't so they gave up with fake tears in their eyes

•The more you played truth and dare with them the more intense the dares were until you picked a dare

• "alright y/n truth or dare!" Mina said while giggling while the others stared at you, eagerly wondering what were you gonna choose "haven't picked dare in a while so dare" Mina giggled mischievously while you and the other girls were looking at her a bit nervous about what the dare was

•"I dare you to dress up like a dog and go out on the sidewalk acting like it!" minas smirk was wide now the others gasped and Momo protested "Thts crazy y/n isn't gon-" "I accept the dare" Momo and the girls gasped while mina was a bit surprised but kept her composer "heh..lets do it" "This is crazy Y/n sweetie you don't have to-" But you put your hand up "It'll be find momo it's just a prank I'm pretty sure nothing will go wrong" you reassured her momo and the others wanted to say anything but zipped their lips u decided to do it

•So Mina chose the dog onesie it was a cute little brown dog onesie with a bow on the head she gave to you to put on. Once you put it on you and the girls walked out mina and the others were in awe and cooking at you behind you when they got at the side walk the girls hid in the nearby bush across from you and snickered while Tsuyu quieted them down

•You got on your hands and knees and started to act like a dog barking, and crawling around tongue hanging out looking goofy the other girls laughed quietly you were showing off by shaking your tail and crawling around until a truck came by the girls quickly quieted down but still snickered women in uniform came out "Oh what a poor little puppy" the women said frowning up and looking down at you

• "Uh.. Woof?" you said confused about what she meant by that "Thats it im gonna take you to a nice lovely place come on puppy" She picked you up by the waist and began to take you to the back of the truck "Wait wait wait- H-Hold on now im, not a d-dog-" but your protest was deafened when the women threw you in the back of the truck and drove you away when the girls saw and panicked when they looked at the truck turns out it was a dog catcher and they were taking you to the pound once they realized it was too late the truck took you away..Oh god

•They ran back into the school seeing aizawa in his classroom grading papers they bust down the door and starts to talk at once and panicking

Aizawa: QUIET! What is the meaning of this why are you panicking talk ONE BY ONE

Mina: well you see we..

Ochako: WEWEREPLAYINGTRUTHORDAREANDMINADAREDY/NTODRESSUPLIKEADOGANDTHEYGOTTAKENBYADOGCATCHERANDNOWTHEYREBEINGTAKENTOTHEPOUND

Aizawa:...WHAT?!?

• Let's just say Aizawa was panicking as well he called the other teachers over and told you about your disappearance and now they're panicking too hawks were flying over and overheard the news and told the other pros like Mount Lady and Fatgum and now they're also looking for you too

•Class 1a boys found out about what the girls and as much as they wanna yell at them they were too busy trying to find you too the big 3 also heard about this mirio was Panicking going through each dog pound to see where you were calling out ur name neijire was pissed threatening each dog catcher staff to tell you were they and Tamaki is crying and determine to save you at the same time begging the staff to each dog pound to where you were everyone was stressing and the whole town is at chaos

Meanwhile

•"Aw what a cute little dog" A lovely couple in their early 20s came in looking for a dog and when they saw you they were in love and now they're petting you banging you and cooing u like a dog..you were getting annoyed but had an idea you stood up and said "and I can talk too!" the couple scream and quickly ran out saying demon dog demon dog all over again you laughed as you saw the couple running out with tears in their eyes and suddenly had an idea and smirk mischievously

• during your stay you scared 12 people at that night 4 of them were couples and one was a family of 4 and the little girl was a spoiled brat while the boy was rough kept pulling the onesies ears and kept pulling your tail you had enough and stood up the kids were shooking shivering seeing you stand you walked towards them by saying a simple boo and off the 2 kids went dashing down the halls behind their parents legs the parents apologized and took the scared kids home and while they weren't looking you gave the kids a evil smirk which made the crying all was good until you heard a familiar voice "I knew it was something chaotic going on in this store " it was shinsou

Y/n: Toshiiiii how you find me

Shinsou: eh I saw a couple screaming demon dog and I knew you were the cause of that

Y/n: you know me so well 🥺

Shinsou: Yea yea now let's get you of that dog costume and get you to Senpai he's not happy

Y/n: damn what the hell happen while I was out

Shinsou: well the teachers are running to every dog pound they see, the pro hero's we're running to every pet store to see if you were in there, and the big 3 are also looking for you as well, class 1a and shindo are posting millions of missing posters of ya and Mei is desperately trying to track you down with her devices

Y/n: wow..soooo your gonna take me out

Shinsou: Yep lets go before you start a war out there

Y/N: Hehe alright

The Aftermath:

•The teachers gave you a bigggg hug after that the pros are constantly asking you if someone did something to you while checking your body seeing if they're any scars or scratches

•Class 1a is relieved and decides to have a big sleepover in the common room and Sato makes a "glad you returning from being mistaken as a dog" cake for you while you and the bakusquad and the dekusquad are fighting about who gets to cuddle you 1st while the big 3 tries to drag you into their sleepover while they aren't looking

•Mina was ofc punished with detection (rip our girl 🫡)

•and everything is swell ig happy ending for all!

[lucky-3833]

Yang knew she should feel bad, her prank had clearly gotten out of hand as she watched her sister getting violently pulled from cock to cock as she was raped in the courtyard. But, she also couldn't deny it was a pretty nice sight

Ruby had been acting so freaking seriously ever since she got picked as team leader, and all Yang had wanted to do was help her lighten up with a little prank. Surprise her, embarrass her, take the wind out of her sails a little bit, and then they could both laugh about it later.

So she'd sat behind Ruby in class, and right before the class had been dismissed she'd taped a note reading 'Spank Me!' to the back of Ruby's cloak.

She'd been pretty sure nobody would actually do it. Ruby would get some snickers, someone would tell her or she'd check, and then she'd get all flustered and annoyed before realizing how silly the whole thing was. And then things would be golden!

That...hadn't happened.

One of the upperclassmen, a beefy horse faunus, had seen the note. Instead of just chuckling to himself and moving on, though, he'd wound up with a big ol' grin and slapped Ruby's ass hard enough to lift her feet off the ground in an awkward little hop!

And Ruby, her sweet little sister, had let out a gasp that sounded an awful lot like a moan.

She'd clapped her hands over her face, looking just as shocked as Yang had been by her body's natural reaction. The two of them being stunned into inaction had only made it worse, though, when the upperclassman seemed to take it as permission to continue. "So you did put that note on yourself! You little fucking whore, I'll give you what you want."

"H-huh? What are you-" Ruby babbled, only to be cut off with a squeal when he hit her a second time. He grabbed her cloak like a leash and yanked her head down, bending her forward to get a better angle at her ass. Normally it was pretty well covered by her combat skirt, but he grabbed the ruffled fabric in one massive fist and yanked it up so roughly that Yang could hear the fabric tearing all the way on the other side of the courtyard as Ruby's tight athletic short were exposed.

Ruby said something that Yang couldn't hear at this distance, choking out a plea for mercy most likely, but the upperclassman just laughed derisively as he yanked her shorts down.

The two had begun to gather an audience, a few students hurrying by but many more pausing in their paths to watch the drama unfold. The upperclassman faunus roughly pushed a thick finger between her leg, then laughed again and called out to everyone who was watching. "She's fucking soaked!"

"P-please, s-stop!" Ruby cried out.

"Shut the fuck up, whore." He sneered. Unbuckling his pants, the faunus freed his cock, and Yang choked on air as she saw what he was planning to use on her sister.

It was an absolute club of a cock, a fat equine length with a solid flared crown that was almost the size of Ruby's thigh. If he tried shoving that thing in her- fuck, would Ruby even survive?

Yang knew that it was her duty as a sibling to put a stop to what her prank had started. But she hesitated, as the upperclassman bully shoved Ruby to the ground.

Hesitated, as he knelt down behind her.

Hesitated as he lined himself up.

And bit her bottom lip as he grabbed a fistful of Ruby's hair and slammed himself inside.

Ruby's shriek was equal parts pain, pleasure, and shock. Even all the way from her hiding spot, Yang could see her sister's belly bulging so far that the laces of her corset were beginning to snap. The faunus man gave her no time to adjust, hammering into her with a downright violent pace, fucking poor little Ruby into the dirt as the younger girl's hands scrabbled on the cobblestones.

Only a few seconds later, Ruby visibly seized up, her whole body spasming as she let out a broken wail. The grinning upperclassman announced to his whole audience what had happened. "Bitch just came!"

Some of the other students in the crowd, the men, actually cheered. The women were more of a mixed bag. A few couldn't tear their eyes away, despite their expressions of horror. A couple grinned along with the boys. And some of the others looked almost...jealous.

"What do you all say I give this slut what she really wants?" The upperclassman bellowed. "And give her an early Huntress retirement with a baby in her belly!"

Yang gulped, as more cheers sounded out from the crowd. People were urging the horse faunus to knock her little sister up, which would surely end her hopes of being a Huntress.

Time was running out for her to do something.

And still, she just stood there, one hand squeezing her chest as the other crept between her legs.

The upperclassman shoved Ruby's face to the ground, one last slam of his hips against hers making her squeal like a bitch in heat as he pumped his load into her cunt. Yang could see her belly swelling, tearing the fabric of her corset and revealing the reddened, stretched skin of her belly as her virgin womb was absolutely bloated with cum.

The upperclassman sighed in satisfaction at a job well done as he pulled himself out of Ruby, giving Yang a glimpse at her gaping, cratered pussy before the flood of cum pouring out covered it up. He tucked himself away, buckled his pants, and stood back upright. "You know...maybe we do need girls like her at Beacon." He mused. "Us real Huntsmen need stress relief sometimes." He looked to the grinning, flushed, eager audience, and planted his foot on Ruby's upraised ass. "She's still got two fresh holes. Have fun!"

With that, he kicked Ruby over to them and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

Yang watched as the crowd descended on Ruby, any possibility of her recovering from this thoroughly dashed as she was turned into the center of an impromptu gangbang, over a dozen other students treating her like a toy they could use and abuse however they saw fit. Her pretty silver eyes had rolled all the way back in her head, her mind visibly crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.

And Yang? Yang knelt there in her little hiding spot, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm as she watched every moment.

At least, until an enormous hand landed on her shoulder. The upperclassman, the one who'd started this whole thing, had snuck up behind her. "You know...I think that slut out there isn't the only bitch who needs to learn a new place at Beacon." He growled.

Yang shivered. And without any prompting, nuzzled against the bulge in his pants.

I'll be there with you in a minute, sis. She thought to herself. Save some for me.

[may-jailers-version]

Kassandra (assassin’s creed franchise) Modern AU headcanons

Idk how to title those head canons but it’s basically you (fem reader) and Kassandra being parents to a primary school kid who’s doing their “end of the year” school show (as we call it in my country), especially focusing on how Kass would act. Idk how those lay out in other countries (or if it even exists) so imma explain what it consists of here just in case you get confused : during the school year, the teachers make their class prepare a song or dance that they’re gonna perform before the parents near the ending of the year. Then, on the day of the show, once all the class groups have performed, the children and the parents can eat and drink things baked and brought by the parents of the school. There are also activities and games set out for the children during this gathering.

‼️English is not my first language! + I’m still acquainting to this app so like, be nice 😔 (I feel like an elderly person saying that)

‼️Warning : none

‼️Genre : pure fluff (except for that one tag)

• Despite having quite demanding jobs, you and Kassandra would always make it a duty to attend to your children’s school show. You would miss it for nothing in the world, knowing how important it was for them, and how prideful it made both of you.

• Kassandra would try to sit in front at first, to get a closer view of her kid, but quickly noticed how upset that would make some of the other parents who weren’t as tall as her. So now, as the altruistic person she can be, she stands behind the chairs and benches, her height enabling her to see the stage perfectly, despite the distance.

• She would always forget to film, too caught up in the music, the chants and the dances, plus she kinda expects you to be the camera (wo)man. She once tried to film it on her own as your phone had died out, but looking at the result once home, it was nearly impossible to get a good look of the show as the camera would nonstop move from side to side or up and down.

• She is the loudest when it comes to cheering. Especially when it’s her kid’s classroom’s turn to present what they have prepared. Because, yes, she also cheers for other children from other classes, despite not knowing them one bit.

• I feel like if she could, she’d try to dress her child with something reminiscent of Greek traditional outfits, and that would make her pride rise up even more (if that was possible that said)

• She tears up every time she sees her baby proudly standing on stage. She tries to hide it from you to look tough but you know better, you just can’t smite her about that cuz you’re the exact same.

• I feel like all the divorced women, straight or not, would sooo eye her up and for some slightly gawk at her. Once, one of the mothers tried to hit on her when you were gone getting a slice of cake and a glass of some juice for you and Kassandra ; she of course didn’t give in to the solicitation and as soon as you came back, wrapped her arm around your waist, stroked your side while tenderly kissing your temple to show how uninterested she was.

• Talking about PDA, she is not afraid of it. Even during the school show and gathering following (it is chaste of course). She’s holding your hand, making tender eye contacts with you, having a hand warmingly pressed on your shoulder, or one caressing your back. She’s speaking in Greek to you, like in those intimate moments, though not to express dirty things, she just likes communicating with you with no one else involved, even indirectly.

• This proximity and complicity displayed earns you reactions from other parents : some women especially even envy what you have, as it seems their husband aren’t willing to show themselves as affectionate as in their early years as a couple.

• During the gathering, after the show, Kassandra always socialises with everyone. Her charming demeanour and warming, reassuring presence helps her getting along with most of the other parents and the teachers. A blessing for your child, for whom it becomes 10 times easier to ask for inviting a friend over or sleeping at a friend’s house, now that their mother has befriended their parents.

• She’d play against the literal children at the games set out for them. Once she beat a boy and he ran up crying to his dad, who then took it on himself to venge his son (playfully ofc). Before the playful and childish duel began between the two parents, she looked at you, said “this one’s for you” and winked. She won.

• The song her kid would have sung or danced on keeps playing in her head for the next two weeks, and she’s singing it on her way to work, while cooking, in the shower…

Did I fantasise and write about an Ancient Greek woman instead of studying for my Ancient Greek (archeology) exam ? Absolutely 🤡 (I didn’t get the assignments)

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Forgiveness

Yandere Loak x Human Reader

This is a piece of the story of slow burn

You ignored his presence again. Loak sighed. You were so stubborn. Spoiled brat. Not even his younger sisters acted like this.

You were a young lady and should show courtesy if not manners. Some humanity at least.

Loak sacrificed a lot for you. He risked his life kidnapping you from Quaritch. He stopped playing with his friends and hanging with his family so he can use his spare time apart from training to take care of you.

He brought you food, medicine when you were on your period, pads, clothes, blankets etc.

He was getting exhausted. You would scream at him. Call him ugly names. Throw objects.

Loak would clench his fist and jaw in annoyance and say nothing as you throw a tantrum.

He sighed and rubbed his temples. This was not what he expected from you. When spying you from afar before kidnapping, you were polite and sweet with class.

Why rude to him?

He kidnapped you yes but respected you. He didn't rape or raised his hand on you. He was a gentleman.

Ungrateful Whore. He didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to hurt your feelings. But he couldn't help thinking it.

Loak was handsome. He knew. Six packs. He was working out to have an eight pack, biceps, with muscles on his legs too. The whole package. Not to mention he is a young adult with hairless smooth skin. The human men were ugly. Fat and hairy with ugly red spots full of bacteria.

That confused him.

Here he was now, back in square one.

"ugly Alien!"

Loak's eye twitched. "Please don't insult me. I always call you sweet names."

"That's what you are, Freak!"

That's it.

Loak stood up to his full length and looked over your trembling form.

He grabbed your shoulders firmly and it caused you to shut up in fear. "Now my dear." He hissed through clenched teeth. "You are making me lose my patience. Don't provoke me to hurt you."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You'll never hit me. You always bluff an-"

You felt a hard force on your cheekbone which caused you to fall flat on your ass.

You were shocked and felt pain.

Loak was silent and held a stoic expression. He was shocked he touched not only a woman but the woman he loves.

What has he done?

He wanted to lure you to his arms with his charms and masculine seductive traits. Now, he pushed you further away. He lowered his chances perhaps to non existent in earning your love.

Without a word, he left the hide out.

Back at home in the tree forest, Loak stared at his hand. The one he slapped you. Why do you always bring the worst in him? But you were begging for it. He will not act a gentleman if you will not act a lady.

His father Jake and Neteyam would fight enemy Navi Women from other clan if they attacked. But, you were not a solider but a scientist. Loak cradled his head in his hands. What will he do with you? He would ask his best friend and brother Neteyam for advice. But, that is not an option.

A small tear of frustration slid down his cheek. Love is so difficult. Why fall in love with a damn human enemy? If he loved another Navi it would be easier to mate. Why is he being punished like this?

He hated loving you

Taking a huge breath he came to a decision...

He will try again. He will never let you go or make a fool out of him.

You were a woman and he was a man. He will tame you and put you in your place. You were not happy at the base so it was a sign that you will be happy with him. You just don't know it

The next day, he visited your hideout and saw you curled in a fetal position on the hammock with your back to him.

Gulping with nervousness he approached you. "Beautiful, are you awake?"

You were too scared to ignore so you mumbled a yes

Loak touched your shoulder and made you turn over to him

He saw the bruise

Guilt flooded him. His poor baby.

He picked you up like a baby and sat down on the hammock holding you on his lap.

He rocked you back and forth and the two of you were quiet.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, lovely. But, I warned you. Don't disrespect me. That's all I ask."

Your eyes were diverted. Loak coaxed you to look at him. You did out of fear.

"I love you. I want to forgive and forget. I expect you to do the same."

You nodded in defeat.

"Good " Loak grabbed your chin and sealed the deal with a hard kiss.

He pulled apart for air

He studied your beautiful face and stroked your hair bangs. What a doll.

The rest of the day you let him feed you and comb your hair. You were surprised he asked you that bathe you. You thought he would do it anyway without your consent. You refused. He looked disappointed but said nothing.

He dressed you up in fresh clothes then left after you slept.

[prettyrealm]

itzy ryujin ideal type reading

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overall:

someone who will be like a ride or die (“if you do it, ima do it too” energy), soulmate type connection, someone who will support her and vouch for her even when she’s wrong (like if if you don’t agree with her going off in public, you better just go along with it and then only tell her it was inappropriate when behind closed doors), someone rebellious that isn’t afraid to go against the establishment or defy authority or even just go against the popular opinion, someone who genuinely values women and understands feminism, someone intuitive with good social skills who can read people and situations well, someone who practices what they preach and learns from experiences, someone who genuinely wants to help serve others and better their lives, someone who feels strongly and isn’t afraid to express it (whether it be love or hatred, she wants to know how you feel about things), someone passionate and forceful who goes after what they want, someone mature, honest, empathetic and intelligent. someone who knows a lot about the world and has moved between different cultures/races/ethnicities.

turn ons:

someone different or unique (maybe even someone people may usually count out or treat like a black sheep), when someone is open about their sexuality (like if she knows a girl likes girls she may become more interested or attracted to her because of that alone), when someone can navigate through different groups and classes of people and cultures, someone who cares a lot about money and making it, someone who isn’t overindulgent and can show restraint when it comes to things like drugs, alcohol, sex etc, determination, someone a bit chaotic and unruly, when someone smells fresh and clean, someone who will tear things down and destroy everything for her, when someone is devoted to a higher power or something bigger than themselves, someone who can seduce her without trying too hard, someone graceful with an attractive walk or strut, someone sophisticated, lush and thick hair, high heels, when someone is sexy or has a sexy vibe, tall height, long legs, big boobs, plump butt & body on the slimmer side.

turn offs:

someone with too much pride, people who drink too much, people who flirt too much or try too hard to be sexy (she finds this corny), someone who can’t handle her emotions and treats her like she’s crazy, someone controlling who tries to act like a dad, cruelty, perversity, someone who doesn’t take care of themselves well (poor nutrition or hygiene), people who lie, joke around too much or play too much, immaturity and not knowing how to be serious, arrogance, men who try to be too dominant and aggressive, men who are too sexually forward, men who think they’re good looking and try to use it to their advantage (or even just guys who post too many selfies), people who abuse their power, people with superiority complexes, people who steal others ideas and play it off as their own, lack of individualism or originality, i don’t think she likes glasses very much, eyes or contacts that are too brightly colored, heavy set or overweight body, fake blonde or bleached hair, red hair, & petite or small built men.