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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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The Fractured Moon - Part 3

Yandere! Moon Boys X f!Reader

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Not Beta Read - Series Masterlist

Summary:

After Steven's ruthless beating, you need time to recover, and the boys are going to show you how nice they can treat you, if only you'll let them, and as long as you behave.

Tags/Warnings (for entire series):

Disclaimer: I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character. NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

Word Count: 4079

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Steven came into your room in the afternoon, the day after the beating you’d endured by his hand. He looked at you with a guilty expression, seeing immediately that your skin was discolored in places where he’d hit you. It didn’t go unnoticed either, the way your face looked panicked when he stepped into the room. He’d never seen you so afraid that you were driven to get up and scurry to the corner, sliding down the wall on your back and tucking your knees into yourself, as though you were hiding from him. Jake didn’t even make you this afraid.

“What did you expect hermano? What you did wasn’t discipline, it was torture,” Jake said coldly.

If Jake was the one telling Steven that he was out of line, then it must’ve been true. He didn’t mean to hurt you that badly, he was just so angry when he saw you with that filthy plastic toy. The idea that you chose something like that over him when he was right there, warm and ready to give you what you needed, still made his cheeks flush with rage. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

“Darling, I–” You tucked your head down further at the sound of his voice.

Steven’s entire body felt cold. He’d really gone too far, hadn’t he? Jake was right. It was one thing to teach you a lesson. A few welts on your rear, and maybe some bites to remind you who you belonged to, but what Steven had done…it was reckless, and monstrous. He’d never felt so terrible in all his life.

“I’m so sorry.”

He walked over and knelt down in front of you. You gasped when he reached out and touched your forearm gently. You pulled your arm back, afraid he was going to hurt you. He felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter when you looked up at him. Still so stunning, even with, sometimes especially with, fear etched in your pretty face. He gave you the softest expression he could, brows knitted together and turned up in concern.

“I shouldn’t have hit you that hard,” he admitted. He could’ve left it there, but he didn’t want the lesson to be lost in his kindness. “I hope you understand why I had to teach you a lesson, despite my being a little too harsh.”

You shook your head, “you’re a nasty man.”

Your words stung, and Steven had to try and keep his cool. You were upset, and you had a right to be, he knew that, but hearing you call him nasty…that was a lot to overcome. Steven wasn’t nasty. Rapists were nasty. Murderers who killed innocent people were nasty. Steven wasn’t any of that. He was kind, loving, protective, and anything you could want in a man. That was why he knew you loved him. He would never hurt you…not really. He reached out his hand again, and that time he brushed your cheek with his thumb, despite your flinching.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to hear you saying horrible things like that love. I’m not a nasty man. S’not nice for you to say that. I’ve done nothing but care f’you, and love you, right? How can you call me nasty? How can you say something like that?”

You furrowed your brow, “you kidnapped me, raped me, all of you–”

He covered your mouth quickly, “no, no, no, shhh,” his eyes were wide. “That is not true.”

You saw his eyes start to well and his bottom lip started quivering. Was he so delusional that he didn’t see the truth? That he and his brothers had brought you there against your will and tortured you? Did he really think you were happy? No one could be that blind to the truth…could they?

“Can’t have you sayin’ things like that love, lyin’ and whatnot. S’not nice to do yeah?” He looked at you with what looked like desperation, “I brought you home to us, I give you love, I make you feel good. That’s all. You can call it whatever you like, but lyin’ is a bad habit to get into darling. I don’t wanna have to teach you another lesson.”

It was clear that no matter what you said, he was going to spin this around to fit his twisted fantasy, so you decided to remain silent. Speaking out against him would only lead you to more pain. He took his hand off your mouth slowly, as though you might explode if he released you too quickly. His expression softened into a look of adoration. It made you uneasy.

“I’m gonna do somethin’ special for you tonight, alright, so do me a favor, yeah? Get yourself all cleaned up nice, put on somethin’ pretty f’me, and I’ll give you a nice reward for being so good an for taking your lesson so well last night.” He stood up and started walking toward the door.

“I don’t have any clothes,” you reminded him.

He turned around, “oh god, you’re right. Silly me. I’ll have Jake pick somethin’ out for you, he’s got good taste.” When Steven smiled, you noticed how handsome he really was. You hated yourself for thinking it, but it was true. “I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind f’you tonight. Gonna give you a chance to get out of your room for a bit.”

That was, unfortunately, the thing that made you behave better than the beatings. The promise of even the smallest dose of freedom. To be able to get out of the room you’d spent the last week in. Or was it longer than that? You couldn’t recall. You shouldn’t be that excited for something so simple, but you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy at the thought of getting out of the room, even if it was under their supervision.

You washed yourself well, and the hot water soothed your aching body. When Jake came in later, he brought you something to wear. It was a sheer babydoll lingerie top. You held it in your hands while the man looked you over. He grabbed your chin in his gloved fingers, tilting your head side to side. He tsked as his eyes trekked over your body.

“He really got you good, hm princesa?” Jake brushed a finger over one of your bruises forcing a wince and hiss from your lips. You stepped back. “Steven doesn’t understand the craft of fixing bad behavior. He gets a little…carried away.” He smirked, looking you up and down. “Put the top on, let me see it on you.”

You took the baby blue top and slid it over your head. You felt pretty in it, and you hated that you liked the gift they gave you. There were no bottoms it seemed. Despite their kindness, they still wanted to leave you open for their needs at any time. You didn’t see the point in arguing, panties or no panties, they were going to take you any time they wanted anyway.

“Muy hermosa.” He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Steven’s the lucky one tonight.”

Later, Marc brought you some food to eat, and he nearly dropped the platter when he walked into your room. You looked like an angel, donning your beautiful, sheer top. He knew that he was going to have his time with you another day, but he wanted to take you right then. His breath hitched in his throat while he watched you eat, taking your small bites as usual, as though you still didn’t trust the food they handed you.

“You’re so sweet baby, love seeing you in this little outfit. Jake’s got good taste,” Marc commented.

“Always have amigo,” Jake said amusedly from the headspace.

“Will you make her hurry up Marc, m’gettin’ impatient. She’s just so beautiful and I…I want her now.”

“Take your time honey, don’t want you getting a tummy ache,” Marc said, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Steven was hurt after that, feeling wronged by Marc in the worst way. It was already hard enough to share you between the three of them, and now the man was just taunting him. None of the boys were ready for you to know their secret yet, and that was the only thing keeping Steven from fronting and dragging you out of the room to spend time with him in that moment.

He was relieved when you were finally finished eating, and Marc took away your food, kissing you gently on the cheek before leaving the room so Steven could get ready. He wasn’t getting all dressed up, all he wanted to do was curl up on the couch with you and listen to you read. He had no other demands, no requests for you other than to hear your beautiful little voice while you read from the pages of the book they saw you reading in the library. Steven felt like that was ages ago.

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The Beauty and the Beast.

The book seemed ironically fitting now. You held it in your trembling hands, unable to peel your gaze off the book. You wondered if you’d ever stop shaking, but you supposed that so long as they kept hurting you, you’d be afraid of any interaction with them; even if the interaction seemed as innocent as curling up on the couch and reading.

“Come now love, lay here with me,” Steven felt his heart skip several beats when you looked up at him from the pages you were shuffling through.

You looked radiant, lit by the flames of the crackling fireplace. They licked over your skin, illuminating you in a way that made you look even softer than Steven thought possible. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was, until his eyes fell over your body once more. You were his, and you weren’t going anywhere. He held out a hand to you, a love-drunk smile spread across his face.

You flinched back when he presented you with his hand, gasping sharply and dropping the book on the ground. Steven’s demeanor shifted from pleasantly affectionate to scorn. He stood up from the couch, forcing you to jump back, fearful that he might hurt you more. You dropped to the ground, grabbing the book and holding it to your chest tightly, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“I’m sorry!” You said loudly, feeling your entire body shaking in terror.

“Get up,” he demanded, “tired of seein’ you acting like you’re afraid of me.”

You slowly stood, knees practically knocking together while you tried to stabilize yourself. Your breathing was shallow, and you felt tears welling in your eyes as you turned them up to look at him. Steven’s mouth was turned into a dark frown, brow furrowed in frustration. He felt so damn guilty for hurting you. He really did, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being a bit dramatic. He didn’t hit you that hard, right?

“Turn around.”

It was a simple command, and you weren’t too dumb to obey it, but the fear they’d instilled in you had left you paralyzed. What was he going to do when you turned around? Not being able to see him made you even more afraid. You found the courage to do it anyway, knowing that your punishment would be far worse if you didn’t comply.

You felt his hands, gentle, but still forcing a flinch out of you, as they traced along your spine. He brought them to your sides, along your ribcage and then he held your waist. You grunted when he lifted you, and he backed up to the couch, where he sat slowly, resting you on his lap, your back resting against his chest.

He was hard already, cock prodding against his sweats as though it were reminding you that it was still there. You hadn’t forgotten, your cunt was still aching from the last time he’d been inside of you, just the night prior. You let out a soft whine, to which Steven smiled against your ear. He let out a long exhale, one that told you he was going to want more than just a little story time before the night was through.

“Go ahead love, start reading f’me,” his breathing was ragged and desperate in your ear.

Steven listened as your pretty voice began reciting the book obediently. You were acting so much better now; better than when you’d first arrived. He felt a swell of pride through his chest as he pressed his lips against your cheek. You stuttered as you read, breathing becoming more shallow as he worked his kisses down your neck.

“Don’t stop love, keep goin’,” he demanded in a breathy rasp.

You’d managed all that time to keep your physical feelings at bay, but you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your core at his touch. His hands that were resting casually on your outer thighs were now rubbing against you slowly as he became more and more restless. You knew he was preparing to take you again, never giving you a moment’s rest despite how badly your body still ached from everything he’d done. You stopped your reading, a small whimper escaped your lips; a feeble attempt at begging him to stop without saying it verbally.

“Now, now darling, I’ll have none of that,” he roughly grabbed your waist in one arm, holding you in place while he slid his sweatpants down underneath you, “you’re gonna take me like you’ve taken me before, and you’re going to keep on readin’ like the good little girl I know you can be.”

Steven could feel the way you pressed your thighs together tightly and it pissed him off. He still didn’t understand why you were acting like this, like you didn’t want him as badly as he wanted you. It was obvious that his touch made you feel good. He felt it every time he was inside of you, and he felt it now, the way your cunt was leaking all over his lap, soaking everything it touched.

“I think you’re just a little tease. I think you like makin’ me work for it, you like seein’ how bad I want you? Is that it, love?” He let a dark snicker escape his lips, breath still hot against the soft skin of your neck. “Well…” Steven brought his hands over your legs and then between your thighs, forcing them apart easily, despite your efforts to keep them closed, “I’m quite over it now love. I want it, and I’m gonna take it.”

He lifted you with ease, lining himself up with your hole before sheathing himself inside of you. He let out an exhale of relief, as though he needed to bury his cock in you the same way someone might need cold water on a hot day. You dropped the book on his leg and held onto his thighs tightly, choking on your pained grunts as they tried to leave your mouth. He sat there, unmoving, save for the way he continued to pepper your neck in gentle pecks.

“Didn’t tell you to stop readin’ did I, love?” He asked, reaching for the book and placing it back in your shaking hands.

You continued reading, feeling his cock throb against your walls with every word you read from the page. You felt one of his hands snake around to grab your breast, while the other moved over your thigh and between your legs. You stopped reciting the words again, unable to spit out another sentence as his fingers searched for your sensitive nub in the sea of your juices.

“See, this is why it seems so silly when you try to act like you don’t need me, love. You can’t even read a damn book when I touch you,” he said in a low growl while circling his finger over your clit. “Keep going.”

You gulped and let out a shaky exhale before continuing. His breath brushed over your neck while he continued leaving soft kisses there. You were overwhelmed by the sensations, feeling his cock twitching inside of you every time his fingers passed over your clit, making your cunt contract over him again and again. When you felt the trickle of his drool running down your throat you stopped reading again.

“If you keep stopping, I’m not going to be very happy darling. M’trying to get immersed in the story and you’re making that very, very hard,” he moved his hips a little, forcing his cock to brush against your cervix.

You gasped, “o-oh god! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, it’s t-too much,” you whimpered from the over-stimulation.

“Oh love, that’s not true, you can handle me, you’ve handled me before, keep reading.”

Steven started pinching your nipple while you read, making it even harder to continue, but you persisted. Your wounds from the night before, and the reminder that they provided you with, were enough to keep you going. If his goal was to terrorize you into behaving the way he wanted, he’d succeeded. You would do almost anything he asked at this point in order to stop a beating like that from happening ever again. He let out a deep, rumbling moan against your neck, rutting his hips upward.

“So damn wet f’me, how can you lie and say you don’t want this? Such a silly little girl, soaking everything underneath you and saying you’re not enjoying yourself.”

He was right, you’d begun to crave their touch, the feeling of their cocks inside you, their spend filling and spilling out of you. Your heart stopped when you realized you’d stopped reading again. Steven chuckled.

“Since you’re not going to read it…” he pulled the book from your hands.

“Steven…” Marc said with a tone of warning.

Steven had half a mind to bend you over the arm of the couch and spank you with the book until your ass cheeks fell off, but Marc brought him back to reality. Despite his desire to teach you another lesson in obedience, he knew your body couldn’t take it. Instead he positioned the smooth, rounded, leather spine of the book in front of your cunt, resting it between your wet pussy lips.

“I want you to fuck yourself on me, and rub your needy little clit on this book since you don’t seem interested in what’s on it’s pages.”

“B-but–”

“Shh!” He shushed you harshly, “you be quiet now and do as I tell you. I really don’t want a repeat of last night, d’you?” Steven asked, tone deathly serious.

“O-okay, I’m s-sorry,” you said, voice trembling in fear.

You positioned yourself on your knees and started gliding on his length slowly, rising up so the tip was barely in and then dropping back to his base. You were wetter than you’d ever been, and it made you feel embarrassed. You didn’t want to enjoy it, but you couldn’t help yourself. The leather spine of the book had ridges that brushed over your slick clit, and it felt…good.

A shuddering whine left your body, your head fell back over his shoulder as you kept moving, grinding your folds along the book. Steven couldn’t believe you were falling onto him like that, that you were laying over him. You were so pliant, like a sweet little doll chasing your release on his cock. You started moving even faster, breathing heavier with each pass. Steven licked a stripe up your neck, sucking on your skin when he reached the base of your jaw.

“Yeah, you like this don’t you darling? Feels good dunnit? O-oh-god-yes-love-shit…”

His breath was ragged and hot against your skin, causing mind numbing waves to course through over your body and to your core. You felt him grab the back of your head, turning you to face him before covering your mouth in his hungrily. He was so messy, and so noisy when he kissed you, forcing you to swallow his loud moans. His hips moved, rutting upward roughly as you moved back downward, brushing your cervix lightly.

Steven heard a little shaky whine leave your mouth forcing a smile from his own. He looked up at you, precious face stained with tears, lips puffy from all the crying you’d done. He chuckled softly, feeling nothing but pure bliss when he saw you looking at him with cock-drunk eyes. Steven removed his hand from the back of your head and brought it around your side to your breast, tucking his hand inside the baby blue, sheer fabric so he could feel your skin.

“So soft, love…oh yes…”

Steven pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger to which you gasped and whimpered noisily. Those sounds were enough to make him come without ever touching himself, and with the feeling of your little pussy squeezing around him as your orgasm approached, there was no way he could hold on any longer. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close against him while he slammed into you from below.

As Steven started thrusting even faster and harder, your loud cries filled the room from the ache of the stretch. You had no choice but to reach back and hold onto his messy curls for stability, an action that he would misconstrue as intimacy. You were gasping and arching on him, feeling the way his cock filled you while the book’s spine caressed your swollen clit. You could feel it…you were right there…

“Ah! Oh darling, ah-ah–”

Steven’s throat clamped up as his cock twitched and throbbed within your walls. Your soft little hole was so warm, engulfing him and squeezing around his length while you came. He noticed the way you continued sliding your folds over the book, using it to work yourself through your orgasm. Your movements eventually slowed, and as they did, Steven pulled you up off his cock, letting your combined juices spill onto the leather-bound novel when he did.

“Ooh lookie here,” he tsked, “what a mess we’ve made,” he chuckled, “would you look at that?”

He lifted the slick, dripping wet object up to his mouth and licked a stripe along the leather spine.

“Gonna need some help with this, can’t leave it like this or it’ll get damaged yeah?”

You nodded, knowing exactly what he was asking of you. You leaned in, tongue joining with his while you lapped the book together to ‘clean’ it. Steven’s cum tasted sweet and salty, a delicious combination, though you’d never admit that out loud.

He found your mouth with his once the leather was free of both your messes, kissing you with both your combined cum on your tongues. He kept going, he couldn’t resist the taste of you, and he felt himself getting hard again already. You had such an effect on him, he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted you again. Steven grabbed your hips harshly, turning you to straddle him.

“Steven, that’s enough. You have to give her a break. We talked about this, and you agreed,” Marc reminded him sternly.

Steven growled, but you didn’t understand why. You’d done everything he asked. You behaved perfectly, as far as you could tell. He pushed you off of him and pulled his sweats up over his erect cock. You felt frightened, not sure what you should do now, but the last thing you wanted was for any one of them to be mad at you, but especially not Steven. The thought alone was horrific, you felt the panic rising in your chest.

“I’m sorry!” You said quickly, rushing off the couch and over to him.

You grabbed the outside of Steven’s pants with your hand, feeling his bulge through his sweats and hoping that it would make him less upset with you. You touched his chest, showing your willingness to obey, looking up at him with the most pathetic doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled when he looked back down at you. “Oh darling, you’re so adorable I can hardly stand it,” he said, letting out a heavy breath, “you see, I’d love to give you more, I can tell how bad you want it again…” he looked over in the mirror, scowling at Marc, “but it’s Marc’s turn now,” he took your hand off his groin and kissed your fingertips, “we’ll be together again soon, not to worry my little darling.”

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 8 months

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Vampire 🦇✨

Summary: Hawkins is slowly returning back to normal after the defeat of Vecna and the destruction of The Upside Down.

Then an unexplained death happens, people go missing and Eddie returns, miracously alive.

With a taste for blood... He's still the same Eddie you've fallen in love with but he's now a creature of the night.

A vampire.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, character death, smut, 18+, minors dni, soulmate Au, blood sharing.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

🦇♥️

Halloween was fast approaching in Hawkins, preparations were in full swing this year.

After the earthquake that hit in March, due to Vecna/The Upside Down defeat and months of clean up and rebuilding, Hawkins finally was getting back to some semblance of normality.

Or as normal as this town could get anyway.

You should have known that it was never going to last...

🦇🎃

The first inkling that anything was afoot was when Justin didn't show up at Family Video, usually he came in once a week to see how you, Robin and Steve were getting along.

It didn't immediately make you suspicious if you're being honest you were kind of relieved because for a couple of weeks, Justin had been insisting you go on a date with him.

When he didn't show up the next week it was a little more worrying. Normally if he couldn't make it then he would phone in. No one had heard a peep from him.

It was strange but Steve had went into total denial mode that anything was wrong, you couldn't blame him for that.

Everyone had been through enough shit to last a lifetime the last few years.

Nancy suggested you do some digging with her to ease your mind, you didn't have to look far.

Justin lived on the other side of town, you and Nancy went to his apartment.

The smell alerted you before anything else did, the faint metallic hint in the air that gave away all the blood inside of his home.

After calling Jim at a payphone and explaining the situation, within hours it was quickly confirmed that Justin was dead.

The way he died was the strangest thing. After dealing with monsters from The Upside Down, Vecna's murders this was equally as horrifying.

Justin died from blood loss, he was drained of every drop of blood. Authorities ( the mayor) blamed it on an animal attack but you, Hopper and Nancy all thought different.

The disappearances began right after that. Different people, mostly woman were vanishing off the street, it wasn't a huge amount but it was enough for everyone to take notice.

"Are we thinking this is the work of a serial killer?" Nancy asks as you both finish working on the newspaper for the next day, having secured jobs at Hawkins post.

"It looks like it. But who? I except for mostly woman this killer has no target age, he or she is targeting from a wide range of age, backgrounds, jobs. There's no pattern just that he or she strikes at night"

"Since Justin there's been no body found so that's a good thing or he or she is disposing of them in other ways" Nancy suggests and you shudder.

"We don't know who this person is, their motive or a thing. It's like this person is a ghost or some boogeyman" You shiver.

Notices from the police went up around town. Flyers with rules for people to never walk home alone, travel in groups of three or four.

If anything suspicious was observed then they were to phone the police.

Steve had taken to driving you, Nancy and a Robin home from work which was sweet,

Something else that you hadn't told anyone was that you were beginning to see Eddie everywhere, your dreams filled with him.

You didn't want to say anything incase it upset Dustin was missing Eddie like crazy since he died.

Truthfully, you did too. You and Eddie had been growing close before he died and you were devastated by his death.

When you went with Steve and Hopper to retrieve his body after the earthquake, it was gone. Swallowed up by the earthquake itself you presumed and the thought made you angry.

He had died a hero for this shitty town that hadn't deserved Eddie dying for them, when most of the residents thought he was a freak and a murderer.

For the last few months before his death you had really fallen for Eddie, you missed him so much and you knew it was impossible but it's like you could still feel him sometimes.

It was wishful thinking but shit... You wished it was true.

🦇🎃

The bat had been outside your window for two nights. Normally, you wouldn't be bothered about this but after the Demobats, actual bats creeped you out.

It unnerved you just looking at the thing, why was it hanging on the tree outside your house and not in a cave with other bats?

Your dreams for the following nights were full of dark eyes watching you sleep, the feeling of a prescence just beyond your reach.

It woke you up from your sleep, scalp prickling with fear.

That fucking bat was still outside your window when you checked, hanging upside down on the tree, it's black eyes wide open and staring.

Yup, there was no way you were sleeping tonight.

🎃🦇

Three things happened all at once, the Missing woman began to come back one by one with blood loss and memory lapses.

Hawkins hospital was broken into and it's blood bags were gone.

Eddie's uncle Wayne phoned Hopper in the night, almost hysterical and saying Eddie was alive.

All the gang had rushed over shocked. It had been almost two months, where had Eddie been?

Dustin immediately threw himself in Eddie's arms, hugging him.

"Dude, how did you survive. You were dead, you died!" Eddie is quiet and ruffles Dustin's hair. He looks so tired, he's in slacks and a Metallica shirt, hair up in a bun.

"When I woke up, I don't know how I woke up because I should have been dead. I spent a while down... down there. Crawled my way out and... It's all a blur after that. I don't remember anything"

Steve pats him on the back, he looks relieved that Eddie is okay but pissed off at the same time.

"Dude, what did I say? Don't be a hero" Eddie shrugs there's a sheepish grin on his face.

"Nice to see you too Steve" he jokes and you hurry to hug him too. Tears roll down your cheeks and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he stiffens, he practically throws you off him and there's gasps all around when you look at his face...

His pupils are black, red veins pulse under his eyes and you step back stunned.

"Keep her away from me" he begs to Steve who nods trying to placate Eddie and moves you behind him.

Your heart is racing, fear pulses through his veins and his rejection fucking hurts.

"Eddie what the hell happened to you?" Nancy asks and Max frowns moving a step closer as she scrutinises Eddie.

"You look dead Munson" Eddie snorts and collapses back on his bed.

"It's... She smells so good. Her blood, you have to keep her away" he groans and everyone freezes.

"Okay, he's a vampire right?" Steve announces and Robin and Nancy look at him like he's crazy.

"Vampires, don't exist Steve. This must be a side effect of the bats venom or something" Nancy argues but she falls silent for a second and turns pale.

"Did you kill Justin? All those missing girls that came back with their memories altered?" Eddie looks up, there's tears in his eyes and he's shaking.

"There was so much blood. When I crawled out from The Upside Down, I was half starved and I can't remember much after that, when I did start piecing together what I done... I broke into the blood bank so I wouldn't hurt anyone else"

Shit...

"And those girls" Nancy asks and Eddie swallows.

"I couldn't hurt them, not like I hurt Justin. I told them to forget what happened and go away' he turns to Steve, I'm a monster man, I didnt want this. I was meant to go as a hero... Not come back like this"

Dustin moves towards him, as does Lucas and Mike.

"It's okay, we will fix this. We'll help you"

You nod along and agree with them not knowing how to help Eddie yet but you would try your damn hardest.

♥️

Two weeks have passed and Eddie is doing better, he's getting through less blood bags a day and he's more himself, the same over dramatic, sarcastic yet sweet guy that you were beginning to fall for before... well before shit hit the fan.

Hopper has cleared any charges against Eddie for the murders that Vecna committed yet everyone thought he did.

Despite everything that happened it was like some people still had their head in the sand regarding the events in Hawkins.

Despite what he is now, Eddie is still Eddie and you are still drawn to him and have this strange new ability where you can sense him before he appears.

It's like you're body is hyper aware of him, more so than ever.

Like now, with everyone at your house for movie night, you can feel Eddie's eyes on you and smile at him.

When everyone leaves you begin to tidy up or at least you think everyone has left as you sense Eddie before you even turn around.

He's waiting for you at the door and you beam at him.

"Hi" he nods and looks like he's ready to bolt but you gently take his hand.

"Wait, please. I miss you Eddie" he turns to you and he looks torn gently reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I miss you too" You move closer and he closes his eyes. When he opens them his eyes have a faint hint of red.

"I don't want to hurt you princess"

Princess... God, you've missed that nickname. Ever so gently you take his hand.

"I'm not scared of you Eddie, I know you would never ever hurt me" he stares at you for a second the red in his eyes slowly begins to vanish.

"I want you so badly sweetheart. I was falling for you before this happened and now everything is so fucking heightened. All I can think about is kissing you"

Arousal pools in your body.

"Kiss me. You know how much I want you too Eddie, I have for a long time and you being a vampire doesn't change that"

He kisses you. It's passionate and demanding and he hitches you up in his arms and carries you up to your bedroom.

You're lost in pleasure, sinful moans from you and Eddie fill the room.

"You're so beautiful" he grunts as you straddle him. Every thrust sends him deeper inside of you and he's moaning your name, hands digging into your backside, his lips and teeth pleasuring your breasts.

"I love you princess. So fucking much" You feel a wave of euphoria as he says this and gently cup his cheeks with your hand.

"I love you too Eddie" his eyes begin to turn the faintest hint of red but as you stroke his cheek it fades as quickly as it came.

"It's okay, I trust you" You use your nail to make a cut just above your breasts. He gazes at you with lust filled eyes and you move faster and faster as he latches onto your chest lapping at the blood.

Then he kisses up to your jaw, then your neck and bites down gently on it.

He pulls away and creates a cut on his wrist, moving your head down so you can taste his blood.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, it's mindblowing. Eddie moves back to your neck as the pleasure takes over and you almost black out from how good it feels.

You're shaking from the intensity of the orgasm and Eddie helps you lie down.

"Eddie that was incredible" he wipes the tears away from your face and smiles.

"I know princess. It was mind-blowing. Fuck, I can't stay away from you. There's this pull I feel towards you and I know you feel it for me too"

Yes you do. You nod and his fingers entwine with yours.

"I love you sweetheart, we can make this work. I know it"

You know it will work, it's just something you know deep in your bones. It's not like you can explain it, it's just true.

"I love you Eddie and I know we will"

♥️🦇🍁

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie angst #eddie munson angst #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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c4ttheart · 5 months

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yuta okkotsu x gn!reader wc 700

TW mentions of sh, suicide. angst with an attempt at humor

his soul is feeble, crunching underneath your shoes like the earth you walk on. his heart is even weaker, it has been tossed, thrown and pulled apart by your hands.

but he stays, because you are the only real thing he has ever known. he stays, because he loves you. and he stays, because he knows that at the end of the day, it is your presence he yearns for. what he doesn’t know, is if you feel the same.

yuta okkotsu is fragile, nimble and most definitely comparable to a grain of sand. he is easily influenced by the wind, swaying and changing shapes whenever he is asked to. he is also insignificant, laying amongst his peers on a beach.

you are everything he is not. you are kind, and gentle, and impatient, and your mind is built like a fortress, unable to be broken when constructed. if he is the sand, then you are the sea. and gojo probably is the seagull. (he drops his shit on yuta whenever he feels like it.)

yuta likes flowers. he isn’t particularly fond of daisies, but he enjoys picking petals wondering if you love him or not. he finds that he likes a lot of things. you are one of them.

you have an odd way of showing your affection, squeezing his arm when you are overly excited, digging your fingernails in his skin or having random bursts of energy even when he knows you slept very little that night. he doesn’t mind the temporary marks or the walls shaking due to your little jumps, as long as he gets to see you grin like you have just discovered what living feels like.

but he is so, so wrong, because you do not live, you survive. although yuta is attentive, he fails to see the signs when he is too engrossed in not letting red seep through his cheeks when you look at him.

he fails to notice the meaning of the « i’m tired » you let out, or the scars on your upper thighs. he fails, and fails, and fails again. can he even do anything right ?

the grain of sand he has become is engulfed by the waves crashing upon the shore, silently nestled in the water, away from the light, away from all sense of rationality. he is far, far gone, drowning but not really. he doesn’t mind being cut off from the surface, the oxygen his survival depends on, because at least he is being sweeped around by your body of water. it is only when he is tossed upon the beach and his lungs receive much needed air that he connects the dots.

a letter is neatly positioned on his desk, perfectly angled and flat against the wood of the table. the writing is neat, and he wonders for a brief moment if the epitome of perfection themself has written this. his eyes go wide when he sees the familiar name and signature on the bottom, scanning over the paper to catch brief mentions of « sorry » and « i can’t do this any longer. »

his legs take him away as he rushes through the halls, daisy petals falling from his pockets, all uneven pointing to the sign that you love him not. he sprints, tumbling into corners and walls as if an angry maki was running after him. it is only once he is in the secured presence of gojo does he let himself take a breath, and his knees go weak.

he cannot bear the truth, pools of tears flooding from his eyes. he realises timberlake was right, you can cry rivers.

when yuta okkotsu reaches his room again, he swallows, and his breathing becomes ragged. his fingers skim along the paper, tracing every outline of every word you have written. his vision can only make it past the title before it becomes blurry, miserable sobs making themselves past his lips.

he stops once again when he has reached the ending. he reads the last sentence over and over until he is sure he can hear your voice reading it for him in his head.

« sincerely yours (because that’s all i’ll ever be), (name). »

you’ll always be his, and he will always be miserable. after all, he is just a grain of sand.

me 🤝 major character death and making the love interest loose sense of rationality

im gonna b 100% honest im not sure of the meaning of half the words i wrote but ermm lmk if u want the suicide note bc i alr have half of it written down

#jjk x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta #jjk #angst #jjk angst #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #jjk okkotsu #jjk yuta

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cononeillbreastingboobily · 7 months

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Thoughts and feelings about Izzy in s2ep4 and what it means to me as a fellow disabled person:

Yeah, so, that episode, huh?

You know, I already knew going into this new season that Izzy's storyline is going to hit me hard regardless of the exact little plot points it might have, but it's only now, several hours after I've watched eps 4&5 that I'm really starting to digest what his story means to me in it's current shape. This is... a bit long. I also mention a character from a different show - Isaac from Sex Education.

Izzy has always been a bit of a dick, right? That's the reason a lot of people hated him in the first season.

Well, now he is a bit of a dick and disabled. And let me tell you how fucking ecstatic I am about that.

You see, looking for disabled characters in media I consume has rarely been gratifying - if they are there at all, which already is rare, they have very little to do, and if they're even semi-important, they're almost always the epitomes of goodness. Nice, understanding, quiet, patient.

Barely there.

The first time I truly felt something change in this area was with the appearance of Isaac in Netflix's Sex Education. He's sarcastic, funny, talented, honest and mean.

The fandom of that show hated Isaac, let me tell you.

It was mostly because he took direct action to separate the main ship of the show that had many people obsessed. As you'd expect. People's ableism immediately jumped out. As you'd expect.

Because how dare he have his own motivations and wants, and to do what he thinks is right?

Barely there.

And now we have Izzy. Izzy, who also did what he thought was right, which in s1 of the show was trying to separate Ed and Stede. He wasn't trying to make himself too likeable at any point (well. when the crew almost mutinied on him in s1 he did do a last ditch effort but. you remember how well that went).

My point is that now we have someone who isn't particularly nice, and now he's dealing with a sudden loss of ability in his body, which is going to make him even worse. He's angry! Of course he is! He's hobbling around with half a leg gone, humiliated, exhausted, barely recovered from impromptu amputation, no anesthesia. And a suicide attempt! He's angry at himself, his body, at Ed, at Stede, at God if he still believes in one, and who knows who else.

He isn't suddenly going to become nicer to people just because. He doesn't need to be humbled.

(a little sidenote: I do not accept the reasoning that Izzy somehow deserved to lose his leg, that "oh what did he expect riling up Ed when he was heartbroken?" etc. He wasn't expecting to get shot in the fucking leg. Nobody fucking deserves that, and if you think that Ed shooting him in the leg and Izzy subsequently having to have it amputated was an "appropriate punishment" for "what he's done", you're just cruel and wrong. Now scram.)

But that's the point. Disabled people deserve help regardless of whether or not we are nice.

Thankfully (not from Izzy's point of view - his pride was definitely bruised in that moment) the crew saw him struggle, and acted in kind. Because Izzy is their dick. And now - also their unicorn.

And it means so much to me that we get the representation of disabled people who thrash around and rattle the bars of their societal cages, furious at the world that isn't welcoming to us, and receive love and care and an invitation to a loving community regardless.

We shouldn't have to be here just when ableds are ready to give. We aren't meek vessels for your good will. Izzy is such a painfully realistic (as far as the universe of the show permits, given it's unavoidable goofiness) portrayal of the anger of someone who's lost some of their body's past ability, and how one might deal with it.

And I really wanted to say something about that, because I'm afraid it might get lost in the discussion about the more popular and more easily digestible aspects of the show.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #long post #disability #ableism #disability in media #tw suicide attempt #ofmd meta #ofmd s2 meta

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flight-of-the-sacred-eagle · 10 months

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So, I’m still yelling about Sonic Prime season 2. It’s. So fucking good?

And not just because someone on the writing team 100% ships Sonadow because, holy crap, so much of that episode feels shippy.

So, full disclosure. Shadow is my favorite Sonic character. Ever since I saw him in Heroes I loved him. As a kid I didn’t notice the real “constantly shifting character” thing. Now, having played almost every major 3d Sonic game (I didn’t play Forces and refused to play Boom), having watched shows like Sonic X and Sonic Prime (again, I stayed away from Boom but I’ve heard it’s amazing), I think it’s obvious that he gets wildly mischaracterized.

He’s angsty, yes. I mean, he watched his child best friend/sister get shot to death in front of him when he was… five (Look, he’s simultaneously Sonic’s age, over 50, and like five- his age is an enigma), that would make anyone angsty. But he’s also genuinely caring, even if he rarely shows it.

Look no further than 06 when he accidentally releases Mephelis because he picks up Rogue to move her away, or when he intercepts Silver so Sonic can go save Elise. He’s actively saved the world three times- SA2, Shadow the Hedgehog, and 06, with him sacrificing his life in his first appearance. And let’s not forget how he genuinely seemed upset in 06 when Sonic died.

Actually, 06 is the best characterization of Shadow since his introduction. And it can basically all be summed up in his own words. “If the whole world chooses to turn against me, then I’ll fight like I always have.”

He’s brooding. He’s harsh. He’s proud and independent. But by god will he fight to the death for what is right. He cares about people, but he uses actions not words.

Now, what does this have to do with Sonic Prime? Well, this is probably the best characterization of Shadow they’ve ever done. He’s still broody and much more reserved, but everything he’s doing is selfless. He’s not beating up Sonic just because.

He’s beating up Sonic because he, rightfully in my mind, sees Sonic as a threat to his world. He isn’t trying to prevent Sonic from saving the world, he’s basically trying to put him in time out for ruining the world.

This is more than proven when he not only realizes that he can’t do something, but he also realizes that the only way to fix everything is to work together. And he actively admit that. Reluctantly, yes, but he says they need to work together.

He’s still angry and is currently furious at Sonic, but… he kind of has the right to be. Interestingly, he actually spoke to Sonic before fighting him (which, side note, was animated amazingly).

And let’s not forget his cockiness. It’s done perfectly. He’s not taking it too far like Sonic tends to do, but him being a smug little shit is great. And I think it really helps to show the dynamic he and Sonic have because he’s just. Not like that around other characters.

Without using words, they managed to show that, despite the fighting that’s happening, there’s a bond between Sonic and Shadow. One that can only be forged by fighting to save the world side by side.

I think it’s also important to mention that Shadow clearly was enjoying his fight with Sonic. Probably because it’s the most normal thing he’s experienced in forever. His friends are gone. Green Hill is gone. The chaos emerald is gone (though I have a suspicion that it’s going to come back at some point. It fell into the void for a reason and that void was shown for a reason. My bet is that they’re going to need to enter the void at some point). He’s trapped in limbo.

Fighting Sonic is a constant. One he desperately needs.

I know I’ve been rambling but for the first time in over a decade, they’ve gotten Shadow’s personality perfectly. Makes me wonder if the writers, or at least some of them, played SA2 growing up. After all… it’s been long enough since he was introduced that the target audience for SA2 when it was released would be old enough to work for the SEGA team.

It also makes me crazy excited for the third Sonic movie. I know they’re different writers, but they have hit the nail on the head with each character, and if a different show can characterize Shadow that well… maybe Sega is relaxing their iron grip on him and allowing him to actively shine.

Also that scene with Shadow falling to the void and Sonic sounding genuinely panicked was amazing. You can tell he was getting SA2 flashbacks. Someone likened the scene to Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man watching MJ fall in No Way Home and catching her when he couldn’t catch Gwen, and yeah. The emotional impact seems to be the same.

Sonic couldn’t save Shadow then, but he can save him now.

Just… go watch Prime if you haven’t. Sonic fans have been treated well these past few years and I can’t wait to see what comes next.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #Sonic #shadow #sonadow #sonic prime spoilers

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pix3lplays · 11 months

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OMG I IUST READ UR POST ABT MENTOR!READER DYING AND IT WAS GOOD OMG 😭😭😭

Can I req to get like a uh- happy ending to that post? Where Mentor!Reader gets resurrected/revived somehow and they like- DEFLECT A BLOW FOR THEIR STUDENT INSTEAD OF TAKING THE BLOW FOR THEM? 😃✨

Same characters! Love ur works sm omg its not fair 💀 gimme your talent or istg I'll chuck your coffee machine into the ocean (/j /j)

My poor coffee machine under constant threat🥲

But AAAAAA thank you so much, I appreciate your kind words more than I can express!! Gonna change it juuuust a bit to where they take the hit but survive.

Cw: violence, blood

-Honkai Star Rail men and Mentor!reader happy ending-

Dan Heng: You’ve never seen Dan Heng look so…shaken up and worried before as he holds your bleeding body close, and begs you to hang on. Help is coming. It’s the last thing you hear before you pass out. He spends his nights by your hospital bed, waiting for you to wake up from what was hopefully not an eternal slumber. And one day, your eyes do flutter open, and there’s your student, loyally sitting by your bedside, reading a book, awaiting the day you wake up. Awaiting this day. He’s so excited, so happy. But he’s not great at expressing just how deep his happiness goes. He stands up and smiles at you, and welcomes you back, and that’s about the extent of the happiness he can express, but he’s much more relieved and joyful than he shows. And as his teacher, you can tell just how happy he is to be reunited with you. He doesn’t leave your side for a whole month.

Gepard Landau: is holding you, so close, so tightly, so scared your too far gone, until he notices it…you’re still breathing. He wants to be angry with you for going that far for him. He tries yelling at you, but his voice is shaky and tears are steaming down his face, and he just seems more relieved and happy then annoyed at you. You can’t help but force out a painful laugh. It was so interesting to see him like this. You’ll certainly never forget this experience. He doesn’t stop the berating until you’re finally able to apologize for taking what was almost a fatal hit for him. Then he leans back on his knees, releasing you finally, and makes you PROMISE to never do that again. You know you can’t promise that. The two of you might argue about it actually, but deep down you both care for each other, and you’re both going to be more careful in the future. Next time he’s the one that’s going to take the hit, whether you like it or not.

Jing Yuan: Jing Yuan is terrified for one small moment that he’s just lost another dear mentor, before you shakily breath out, “wow…that really hurt…” He smiles at you, laughs, helps you to your feet as he tells you that what you just did was extremely foolish and dangerous, and that people are gonna start thinking He’s the teacher and You’re the reckless student. He doesn’t really show just how scared he was. He was genuinely terrified, but he hides that behind his charming smile and the way he says he’s so happy you’re okay. But he’s secretly so terrified of losing you. Sometimes he dreams about you dying and leaving him all alone in this world. But it’s okay, he reminds himself when he wakes up in a cold sweat. You’re okay right now, and you’re not going anywhere. It takes a lot more than That to kill you, he knows.

Luocha: Luocha frantically utilizes every healing technique he knows, and to his relief, your eyes flutter open as you gasp for air. He’s done it. He’s successfully saved your life. Oh he wants to be mad. Wants to be upset you almost betrayed him and left him alone in this world. But instead, once he’s sure you’re properly healed enough so that he won’t hurt you, he pulls you into a hug. “You must be more careful in the future,” is all he says, and he’s the most tense you’ve ever seen him. You were really lucky your dear student happened to be a healer like Luocha. He keeps a careful eye on you after the incident. He doesn’t want you pulling another stunt like that again, and if you do try, he’s quick to intervene. He got lucky that he was able to heal you once, he can’t guarantee he’ll get lucky again. So he’s quick to be protective of you. He’s not ready to let you leave him alone in this world just yet.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Dan Heng #Dan Heng x reader #hsr Dan Heng x reader #Honkai star rail Dan Heng x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Hsr Gepard x reader #Honkai star rail Gepard x reader #Jing Yuan x reader #Jing Yuan #hsr Jing Yuan x reader #honkai star rail Jing Yuan x reader #Luocha #Luocha x reader #Hsr Luocha x reader #honkai star rail Luocha x reader #My writing

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gothicflowers · 4 months

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Nikto X GN!Reader

“Blood Sport” - Angst - SFW

Inspired by the song “Blood Sport” by Sleep Token. Would recommend listening before, during or after reading. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: SFW, character death, cussing, toxic relationship, song lyrics in italics.

I want to roll the numbers

I want to feel my stars align again

Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin

And the heavens just won't open up for me

Would you invite me in again?

Won't you pay for your arrogance?

Won't you show me your weakness?

It had been three years since he walked out of your shared home. Left all his clothes, toothbrush and his lucky coin. Three years of wondering why you weren’t enough for him. He was attracted to your caring nature and kind smile. Your small delicate hands fit perfectly into his destructive palms. Making your home as safe and comfortable for him as possible but he’d never let his guard down. Never letting you in. He loved you with his whole heart and soul but couldn’t let you in. But he kept you as prisoner of his love.

Returning from missions barely speaking. The occasional grunt in agreement or disapproval. It takes almost a week for him to start using words. You seen the hell that your father went through with war and knew that Nikto needed time to adjust back to normal. Your patience and kindness always unwavering.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

His love was a game of tug of war. Just when you thought you had him you were back on your knees crying. He kept getting colder and colder. Shutting you out. The embraces became less frequent. It felt like kissing a stranger. Locking himself in a room only to emerge for meals. You tried everything to bring your love back to you but he wasn’t mentally here anymore. He was out there in the war. So angry at the world he couldn’t see what was in front of him.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

So let's play

“You think that everything in your little world is perfect don’t you”

“Nikto please-“

“No, I can’t just come home and be a happy man for you. I have done terrible things that you wouldn’t ever come close to me again if you knew.”

“I don’t care what you’ve done, just who you are with me.”

“I’m a fucking monster, I have killed and ruined lives. I have a voice in my fucking head reminding me all day.”

“But we can get through it, therapy is an option. Maybe take some time off. I don’t care if you’re a monster, I love you.”

“I can’t change, I’m too far gone. Don’t you get it?! I’m fucked, you need to just leave me alone. I can’t be saved. Stop trying to fix me!”

“Nikto please just-“

You hoped this was something that he would come home from his drive and you two would make up and tangle in a hot passionate embrace. But he never came back home. He walked out, not looking back.

And somewhere

Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing

I'm still your favourite regret

You're still my weapon of choosing

And out there

Stuck in a quantum pattern

Tangled with what I never said

You say it doesn't matter

You never really moved on from him. His clothes even went from hanging in the closet to a box under your bed. Every date you when on couldn’t compare to the man behind the mask. You can recall when you first met. He stoped in his tracks when he seen you. The closest thing to heaven on earth his damaged heart will ever experience. He tried so hard to be romantic, flowers for every occasion. Jewelry for every holiday. Open doors and his arm looped around yours as you’d walk together. He wanted to be good for you. But he couldn’t get ahead of himself, ahead of the voices that started taking over.

I want to be forgiven

I want to choke up chunks of my own sins

Even if the sky cracks in the morning

And the heavens just won't open up for me

Would you invite me in again?

Let me pay for my arrogance

Won't you show me your weakness?

There was a nock at the door. It was one in the morning. You’re a night owl with little need for sleep. Grabbing your gun you walk up to the door. Slightly shaking knowing there shouldn’t be anyone visiting at this hour.

“Who is it”

“It’s me y/n” a thick Russian voice said. Your heart seemed to skip a beat knowing that raspy voice.

You opened the door slowly not sure if you were ready to see him.

“…Nikto” your frail shaky voice was barely audible. His face has been badly scarred since you last held him. But he was as beautiful as ever.

“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, scared almost. Scared you’d slam the door in his face and be lost forever to him.

“Come in”

Nothing had moved in the house since he left. Your favorite paintings, vintage furniture all stayed the same. It smelled like home still too, thanks to your constant need for a candle to burn.

“I’m surprised to see you, I’m guessing you want your clothes back? I have them under my bed, let me go grab them for-“ your voice was bitter

“That’s not why I’m here”

Just his presence made you weak. He always had this energy that pulled you to him. You didn’t know if what this could even be about. He has been gone for so long that you’re practically strangers.

“Then how can I help you”

“I need to apologize for what I have done”

“Nikto we don’t need to-“

“Please, just listen to me and I will be gone forever if that is what you wish”

“What is there to say? You just up and left three years ago. I waited days and weeks, months even hoping you would just come home to me. I was ready to fight for us, for you. And you just gave up on me.”

“I messed up, I treated you like a commodity when I should have treated you like a god. I didn’t deserve your kindness, your love and patience. And I know that now. After I left I got help for the voices, they’re still with me but they can’t control me anymore. I wanted to get better for you.”

“Nikto…”

“I’d like to try and be the man you deserve if you’ll let me.”

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

He was true to his words. He was a changed man. He opened up to you about what he’s done. He started embracing you the moment he walked through the door. Kisses were sweeter, the nights longer. A promise that soon he will leave the life of killing behind. A promise of a long happy life together.

I made loving you a blood sport

I can't win

“Good afternoon. I’m a representative of Kortac. Are you Y/N L/N?”

“Yes”

“I’m here to deliver you the news of the passing of Nikto. He passed in battle defending his fellow soldiers. This box contains all of his belongings and his will.”

“No, please no no no” a gasp for the air that had escaped your lips exhaled with a scream.

“I’m very sorry. He wished to be cremated and we have his ashes for you.”

And somewhere (I made loving you a blood sport)

Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing (I made loving you a blood sport)

I'm still your favourite regret (I made loving you a blood sport)

You're still my weapon of choosing (I can't win)

And out there (I made loving you a blood sport)

Stuck in a quantum pattern (I made loving you a blood sport)

Tangled with what I never said (I made loving you a blood sport)

You say it doesn't matter

A urn now sits on top of the fireplace next to the dried flowers that Nikto had gotten you the day before his last deployment. There’s no music playing on the turntable. There’s no candles lit filling the home with a sweet aroma. Just you, a box, a letter and urn filled with the ashes of a man that should be holding you in his arms. The dreams shared about the future were ripped from your heart.

“My love,

If you’re reading this I’m already gone. I’m sorry it ended this way. There will soon be a large sum of money available at your disposal upon my death. It should be enough to last you and your future family a couple generations. All of my properties and assets will now be under your ownership. Sell or keeps whatever your heart desires.

I’m sorry for all the pain I have ever put you through. I’m sorry for all the cold and lonely night in bed while I’m out God knows where. I’m sorry for never kissing you enough, never holding you tight enough. Never having the worlds to express how much I love and appreciate you. My favorite memory will always be watching the sunsets with you. I never told you about how I find your eye color in the smallest of things. Or how your voice is that of angels. You could put my demons to sleep when you sing.

Thank you for always fighting me when I thought I was right. Thank you for the books I said I wouldn’t like, but read every page. Thank you for the warm meals shared over a conversation about our days. Thank you for the nights we tangled in the sheets as one soul. Thank you for the warm hugs on cold December nights. Thank you for the kisses that sealed my promises. Thank you for loving me when I couldn’t love myself. Thank you for showing me a life worth living for. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you from now and until the end of your days. But if god gives me the chance to wait for you at heavens gate, I will wait an entirety just to see your face.

Your love,

Nikto

#call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #mwii nikto #nikto #kortac #call of duty x reader #flowerwrites #krueger x nikto

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starlightt8 · 10 months

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COMPANY

⟡Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

⟡Characters: Chuuya Nakahara x Dazai Osamu.

⟡ Genre: Smut. Protective Dazai Osamu.

⟡About: Post-Corruption usage,Chuuya fight an enemy and ended up bad. Dazai saves him and bought him to the hospital. Smut and also bonding moment.

⟡Words: 2k

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Yokohama was safe.

That’s all Chuuya could think after using corruption against one of the strongest ability user,he has ever fought with. Several Port mafia men were sent to deal with the threat and aniquiliate it, but all of them ended up losing their lives.

Mori told Chuuya that he didn't have to worry about such matters, he had executive business to attend to. That was what subordinates were for after all. However, Chuuya could not stand idly by while his men lost their lives. He was not in the habit of ignoring his people when they needed his help. And he wasn’t going to start now.

He ended up fighting a huge beast that could have destroyed the entire city in one hit. And he won. Unfortunately, the threat was bigger than he thought and he had to use corruption. The problem was that Dazai was far away from him. And Chuuya was too self-sufficient to seek that bastard's help.

He knew that no one was going to save him,no one could,but Chuuya didn't stop, something more important than himself was at stake. Yokohama's and everyone's life was in danger,so he couldn't afford to worry about trifles. As long as everyone was alive and well,whatever happened after wasn't important.

So he gritted his teeth, recited the words to activate corruption, and annihilated the enemy.

After the euphoria of battle had passed, the chronic pain that comes with corruption began to affect him unbearably, and his mind was no longer under his control.

Then suddenly something happened. Soft, warm hands cupped his cheeks, and all the pain, the rage, was then gone. Chuuya's body couldn't take it anymore and fell, but the same person who put an end to his suffering , was the one who caught him. It was the person who always caught him at the end.

That person was Dazai.

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Chuuya ended up waking up in a hospital. It was the first time he had been taken to the hospital after using corruption, since the port mafia doctors are always the ones who put him back together.

It wasn't important though, the person who did the job mattered little as long as they fixed him.

Chuuya got up and made himself comfortable, his body was sore but it was nothing he couldn’t bear. He looked down at his arms; one was injected with serum and his hands were bandaged. Chuuya thought that all these precautions were tedious. It’s not like it was the first time he ended up in this kind of state. With a sigh he removed the IV bag and ran his hands through his red curls.

Noises emanated from the door as Chuuya struggled to regain control and prepare to attack. Before he could, the person entered the room. It was Dazai.

Beautiful brown hair that was as unmanageable as its owner; and mysterious eyes as dark as dusk, looked like they carried both; secrets and the torment of carrying them. If eyes were the portal to the soul, Dazai’s soul was something unattainable and untouchable. It made him even more alluring.

Chuuya tried to keep himself from showing any reactions but he wasn’t able to stop the way his breath was caught the second his eyes laid on Dazai. He didn’t want to deal with Dazai mockery so he faked an angry expression and started rambling.

“What the hell am I doing here? Why did you take me to a hospital? You should have taken me to the extraction point,bastard.” He said.

Dazai gave him an unimpressed stare as he made his way into the room.

“Oh, hi chibi! we're doing a silent exchange of telepathic greetings now? I like it!“ Dazai said,with a painfully fake voice. To anyone hearing it would sound like a funny throwback,but Chuuya wasn’t having it,the undertone of his rage was loud and clear to him. After all, he knew Dazai better than anyone.

The ability user he fought was a telepathic one;he used his ability to inflict mortal pain to his opponent's minds,and destroy their body with his anormal strength. Chuuya was forced to see things in his head that he never wanted to face again. He was forced to do things like a damn puppet,deprived of his own anatomy. He hated being controlled. It made him feel sick,like he wasn’t a human being. So he activated corruption to make it stop. Losing control of his mind to one or another. At the end it was his faith. So he chose to lose himself to corruption.

If he was going to die,at least it would’ve been for Yokohama. It was worth it.

However, Dazai didn’t allow it. Like always he saved Chuuya. Not from the enemy,but more importantly; from himself.

And now he was angry and Chuuya couldn’t think of a way to defend himself,before he could speak again,Dazai was already crossing the room and reaching him within a couple of seconds.

“What were you thinking? Or,were you thinking at all?” He said.

“I was thinking about Yokohama. About everyone who lives here. And if you haven’t noticed,your precious “Detective agency” is in this “everyone” as well. I risked my life and I won. So what?”

“Dying to win and risking death to win are completely different things,Chuuya. Your stubbornness may be your strength,but it’s also your weakness. If you don’t find a way to understand this,you are going to die.”

Chuuya didn't say anything, but Dazai's words reached a dark and hidden place in his mind that he didn't know existed. They burrowed deep into his soul and many more years after that,as it often happens, Dazai's prediction would’ve come true.

“You could have died.” Dazai said,his voice hidden a rage that only him could manage to contain underneath,and not burn at the sight.

“ I could. I didn’t. “

“That’s because-“

“You came.”

Chuuya swallowed hard and shut his eyes,searching for enough strength to say the crucial words. It was difficult to admit that someone else had saved him,because if he needed to be saved it means that he was hurt,being hurt means that there’s a weakness that can be exploited.

Chuuya couldn’t afford to be weak or vulnerable,not even if he wanted to. He was the port mafia asset,the strength part of the invencible Double blacks. Everyone counted on him; His subordinates,who respected and admired him to the grave. His friends, Koyou and even Mori,expected a lot from him. He couldn’t afford to disappoint them,no matter what.

However, there are two humble and worthy phrases in one's life that must be said; otherwise, one will end up saying them in tears.

“Thank you.” He said. “And I'm sorry.”

Dazai's eyes widened in surprise,it was the first time in all the years they knew each other,that Chuuya had said those words to him. Dazai seemed to be wondering if this had something to do with the telepathic monster that he fought,but he didn’t say anything.

“Don’t mention it,partner.”

“Ex,partners.” Chuuya corrected,with a smirky smile.

Dazai ignored the lie and laid down on the bed. Since the hospital bed was really small,they were pressed against each other,to the point Chuuya could see the barely noticeable handful of freckles,that decorated the tip of dazai's nose. He didn’t have them when they were younger,he was too pale and sick to have them.

That was another sign of how much Dazai had changed by being in the ADA.

Chuuya would never say it aloud,and he would never admit it to himself,but he was glad that Dazai had found them,they were the family he always needed and deserved.

A soft sigh escaped Chuuya's mouth,shaky and low,mixing with the brown haired one. He watched the way Dazai’s eyelashes shake,as he traced his pale face. The nose,where the little freckles were laying down,like sleeping stars, looked like a beautiful constellation. Then he slowly lowered his finger,caressing the cupid bow,before his fingers could reach Dazai’s lips,a kiss was being bestowed upon him,it was delicate,like the gentle touch of a butterfly wing. It felt ethereal.

Then the intensity of the kiss increased,to the point it felt like a soul consuming flame. Chuuya skin was burning all over,not even the cold hospital air was enough to appease the heat.

"Dazai". Chuuya said, with a trembling voice. He felt his whole body screaming for more, thinking was difficult and speaking even more. He just wanted Dazai to touch him. God, why wasn't he touching him more?

A small smile appeared on Dazai's lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to Chuuya's sanity. And he was enjoying it, the cruel bastard.

"What a desperate,greedy little slug.” He said innocently, as if he wasn’t purposefully turning Chuuya into a mad man. “It seems like you really want something. Right, Chuuya?”

"Yeah." Chuuya somehow managed to stutter.” “And you want it too, so stop playing around and do it.”

After hearing him, Dazai smiled for a moment and then in a fast paced movement,he got on top of Chuuya,looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. His expression was serious, he looked straight into Chuuya's eyes and spoke.

“I will do my best to restrain myself. However,you’re still in a vulnerable condition,therefore it won’t be entirely painless. The choice is yours,Chuuya.“

Chuuya's mind was too far gone to care about the possibility,so he shut his eyes and nodded.

He could feel the fond smile that emerged on Dazai’s lips,as he started taking off the hospital robe out of Chuuya.

Slowly he spread Chuuya's shorts legs apart, his hands were firm but his breath was shaky. Chuuya knew how much he was trying to control himself, and the fact that he was doing all of this to not hurt him, even though Chuuya was in no position to stop him in his actual conditions, made the moment even more intimate.

There was also something special about someone like Chuuya,who was stronger than most,being vulnerable in the hands of the person he trusted the most. It felt liberating.

At this thought,a primal instinct possessed Chuuya and he suddenly arched his back, opening his legs even wider,to the point it seemed vulgar. But no matter how far he spread them, Dazai's larger body didn't fit. It was pathetic how hard Chuuya got at that. However,no matter how hot it was,it was also exasperating. He wanted Dazai inside him. Fast. But his body wasn't cooperating.

"Why are you that fucking big? You damn waste of good bandage.''Chuuya complained,but it sounded more like a plea than a real protest.

Dazai let out a small laugh. While still holding Chuuya's waist,he lifted him up to accommodate himself. Then he lowered his body onto Chuuya's. Now they were perfectly aligned, as if their bodies had been made to fit together.

Dazai kissed Chuuya with a firm but soft grip,like he was scared Chuuya would disappear under him. The thought was laughable, considering how harshly tangled they were. Then they kissed until they couldn't even breathe. Slowly,Dazai separated them,but before Chuuya could catch some air, Dazai's mouth was already searching for more.

"I'm going in". He said, with a serious but calm tone,nonetheless he didn’t make any move. He was giving Chuuya an option. But Chuuya didn't need one, he already knew the answer to Dazai’s silent request since he appeared at the door minutes ago. He knew the answer before he even knew it was a question.

“Yes.” He whispered.

In his partner company,being vulnerable didn’t feel like a disappointment or a weakness,it felt like a simple option. A yes or no question. And even at that time,Chuuya knew that as long as the option was being held by Dazai,the answer would always be yes.

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sweetpinkchampagne · 6 months

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sinful II

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

its been 2 days since the elevator incident and stephen has left you high and dry.. at an event you spot stephen with a young model in his lap, clearly he has a type. an angry confrontation leads to sex in a bathroom.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames, semi public sex

it had been two nights, two long nights since your slip up with stephen. since you dropped your façade. you had woken up in his bedroom to cold sheets and an empty pillow. he had gone. fuck that, you thought. neither of you texted each other and conveniently he missed two days of work. well, define work - because he managed to find it within him to show up to a gala your father had thrown. a very fancy gala where people bidded on expensive technology and played characters for an evening. mingle with potential investors, keep up with appearances, engage with the press. those were the rules, and you weren’t going to disobey your father. another interesting detail that was headlined by TMZ, “doctor stephen strange seen with blonde supermodel. love or lust?” you weren’t blonde, or a supermodel by trade. that struck a nerve.

it was 8pm, the gala had started an hour ago but you decided that just in case he did show up, you wanted to make a statement. your dress was a floor length black lacey number, with a sheer element that somewhat exposed your lower back and your ass. cascading down the stairs elegantly, you pushed open the doors loudly, fuck it you wanted to be seen. interrupting some old white man's bid on your father’s new bionic eye invention. the room went silent and heads whipped around. you sauntered over to the round table that seated natasha and maria, plopping yourself down in the seat next to the lovebirds. out of the corner of your eye you could see a man with jet black hair and grey streaks eyeing you, tongue in cheek, jaw clenched and you loved in it. natasha was the only person who knew of your one night stand turned revenge plot - therefore so did maria. you loved them both dearly.

“he’s staring, oh he’s livid.” natasha chuckled, adjusting her necklace. you swiveled turning back in your seat to grab a glass of very expensive champagne from the waiter, thanking him.

“who’s that?” maria cocked her head, studying the blonde sat next to him. you knew it was her, you didn’t bother to look.

“stella whitford, shes a 26 year old model for dolce and gabbana.” natasha nearly spat out her red wine at your retort and maria snorted.

“jesus stark! what are you, a stalker?” nat composed herself before looking back at the model. whitford was laughing, stephen whispering something in her ear. must have been fucking hilarious.

“not a stalker, i'm just...well–read.”

“didn’t think TMZ was your kind of read.”

“oh, so you guys saw it too?” maria nodded before mumbling an insult directed to stephen under her breath and nat agreed. you shrugged in response, "it's clear he’s just a middle aged man who preys on young women. i couldn't care less. honestly." you lied

“oh come on..” natasha responded, giving you an all-knowing look.

“sold!! to edward tieran for 6.5 million dollars!” the sound of the mallet against the wood ringing in your ears as the crowd clapped. you heard the blonde pleading behind yo, far away and stephen firmly saying no. controlling prick. stella stood up, dismissing stephen before making her way to your table. you appreciated that.

“hi! oh my god, i know this is totally unprofessional but i’m like a big fan and i just- i'm sorry i just wanted to meet you! i’m stella.” she grinned widely, adoringly looking at you. she was so sweet. it was clear she had no idea about you and stephen.

“oh! no, don't apologise, that’s so sweet!! it’s so nice to meet you stella” you shook her hand before natasha queried politely.

“are you sitting with, strange?” she said with a smile on her face. you kicked her ankle from under the table and maria bit her cheek to hold back her laughter.

“oh, yeah. he’s just a hookup, to be entirely honest with you i just wanted to attend a gala. i begged for him to take me and he finally gave in! he’s not my type, he was just in the right place at the right time.” a wave of relief washed over you, drowning you. you all continued chatting, politely mingling and she swiftly checked her phone seeing it was 10:30pm.

“i'm so sorry! i have to go, i have this like really important club event to go to, you know how it is. there’s a buncha modelling scouts there. it was so lovely meeting you guys!!” she quickly hurried off, abandoning stephen.

“i love her, can we take her home? she’s so precious” natasha teased at how threatened you were by stella. you felt stupid. she was lovely. more than lovely, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

“okay, okay.. i got it. she’s very sweet and i feel like an idiot.” you groaned, your head resting against your hand, your elbow on the table. it was bad manners, but whatever. servers holding plates of the regular beef and chicken circulated the venue, placing meals to the left of attendees.

“i'm just going to go to the ladies room, i’ll be back” you sighed, ducking in between the servers, apologising but still confidently walking. you opened the doors to the lobby, it was entirely empty. the bathroom was beautiful, with gorgeous marble pillars and sinks. you touched up your lipstick and stood there composed. you washed your hands and dried them with a paper towel, still embarrassed. you walked with your back to the door to the bathroom, throwing your balled up paper towel into the bin. and suddenly, thud. a lean but muscular body hit you. before you could turn around to see who it was he spoke.

“nice shot” you could recognise that baritone voice anywhere. you rolled your eyes and turned around.

“i could get you kicked out for harassment for standing in the women's bathroom” you bit back. you were all riled up.

“what? you're lonely, date leave you or something??” you said turning around. he was smirking. god you wanted to slap him. you swore you weren’t an angry person but he did things to you.

“oh don’t tell me you’re jealous, dear.” he walked forward, essentially pushing his way into the bathroom before he shut the door. jealous?? please.

“you were the one who left, didn’t speak a word to me and then hooked up with stella whitford - who by the way, can do so much better than you.” you scoffed.

“you reading up on me, baby? i didn’t know you cared for me that much” he chuckled, looking around the bathroom, continuing to step forward before your lower back hit one of the beautiful marble sinks.

“drop your panties” he said lowly, undoing his dress shirt’s sleeves, before efficiently rolling them up and backing you against the sink and lowering his head down to look at you.

“excuse me? you can’t just barge in here after you left me in the dark" you were swiftly cut off.

“do I need to repeat myself? i said, drop your fucking panties, stark. don't be bratty.” he had your chin positioned up, looking into your eyes, tutting. that cold, sexy stare. would you be weak for giving in, because god you wanted to.. without thinking you complied, shimming down your skimpy black lace underwear and throwing them at his chest. he chuckled at your childish response before he spun you around and unzipped your dress. he didn’t rip it, he unzipped it.. that was new. the dress fell to the floor.

“elbows on the sink for me, pretty girl, can you do that fr’ me??” you were putty in his hands.

“this isn't fair and you know it.” you retorted, the cold marble stinging your elbows.

“i know baby, let me kiss it better for you, yeah??” the sound of him undoing his belt sent shivers down your spine. this wasn’t exactly a private bathroom, anyone could walk in at any time and he knew it. before you knew it he was pounding into you as you gripped the sink, hot breaths fogging up the mirrors as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room.

“oh stephen.” you moaned, throwing your head back slightly, he wasn’t kind, this wasn’t making love - this was pure sex.

“fucking christ you’re addictive.” he groaned before speeding up his pace. he was hitting your cervix unmercilessly. his knuckles white as he dug into the plush of your hips. god he looked good in a suit. the pounding against your g-spot made you whimper, your eyes glazed over and your mouth parted. your hair wasn’t in the pretty curls they were before you stepped into the bathroom.

“god- i’m.. go- gonna.” you whimpered and he smirked at you in the mirror, watching you intently.

“right there with you, come on sweetheart. give it to me, make a mess fr’ me.”

you were done for. you came with a loud cry, your body shaking and trembling as the last waves of pleasure washed over you. he released your hips and kissed the back of your neck, giving you a satisfied, cocky smile. you collapsed in his arms, your heart still pounding as he cleaned you up, redressed you and propped you back up on the sink. his scarred hands gently taming your hair and tucking a curl behind your ears. he kissed your forehead as you looked up at him dumbly, face flushed, freshly fucked, head empty. how could you have said yes?

“fucking christ you’re addictive” the words he had spoken previously, ringing in your ears, stuck in your head.

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tortured-demigods-department · 3 months

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an unhinged (and unofficial) dissertation on the pjo fandom

so i don't usually post anything that isn't my-works-related, but i had a...mildly heated discussion with a fellow film student tonight about the pjo show and it's got me thinking. bear with me, we'll be here awhile.

as we all know, the first season of pjo has ended. i've stayed relatively OFF tumblr and other social media during this time, but i know there are a lot of OG fans who are (in their words) "massively disappointed" in the show. most of the complaints i've heard have been during in person conversations though, so this post is mostly going to be referencing real complaints i've heard.

i've been a part of this fandom since i was thirteen. that's nearly eight fucking years of my life that i've devoted to the pjo universe. i have written and consumed YEARS' worth of fanfiction, i have read and reread every book so many times i can quote them forwards and backwards, and i went to the bookstore every single year on the new books' release dates to pick up my copies in-person. this fandom, these characters and this world have brought so much joy to my life, and i don't think i could ever fully articulate that in words. when i think of this series, i genuinely feel nothing but happiness.

but a few years ago—around the time i started college—i started distancing myself from the fandom for one glaring reason. this fandom can be such an...angry place? like, genuinely, i don't know how far it goes back—maybe all the way to the release of HoA, honestly—but i wasn't here pre-HoA, so all i know is that i very much remember how much people hated ToA when it came out.

here i was, having the TIME of my life with apollo and his silly little haikus, and people are going to war over how the series' writing quality has gone to shit and how everything was better before, blah, blah, blah. IN SPITE of everything that series gave us—discussion of the repercussions of child abuse and ptsd, representation of lgbtqa+ characters, and deep psychological messages that really teach young readers, i think, how to better understand themselves and their emotions and deal with them in healthy ways. and it just wasn't fun to be in a fandom where, as soon as you go "hey, did you read the new book?" they scoff and roll their eyes and only want to talk about how terrible it is. (i also missed all the discourse on the sun and the star when it came out—PHENOMENAL read, btw—but i've read some things that lead me to believe that it wasn't well received either, in spite of how lovely it was.)

so...it's dramatic to say i "left" the fandom, but i certainly withdrew from it. deleted my pjo ao3 and tumblr, started over with a different fandom. but the love has always been there, and the show starting really helped spark it fully back to life.

but now, the same thing is happening again, i'm noticing. remember back in the day, when we only had the shitty fucking movies, and we were like "man, ANYTHING would be better than this garbage. literally just give us actors who are the right age and we'll be happy." well, now we have PHENOMENAL kid actors who genuinely are having a good time playing our beloved characters, and instead of supporting them, we're STILL complaining about them not being "portrayed correctly"?

i've talked to so many people who complain that percy is "too smart," which is kind of a bullshit insult to percy's canon character. in the books (at least the first five) we're seeing things ONLY from percy's pov. he's a kid who's struggled with learning disabilities and been told he's an idiot all his life by everyone except his mom—but as others have pointed out way more eloquently than i could, percy is a very intelligent and powerful individual while maintaining his goofy fun personality, which is WHY so many people love him so much. he's complex, and i think they managed to capture that really well in the show even amidst all the changes.

don't get me started on the fucking racism towards leah sava jeffries—i'm honest to gods ashamed that there are racists who call themselves pjo fans. she is so talented, and everything we ever could have hoped for in an on-screen annabeth. ALL of the kids are—there's literally no argument to be had there.

and then, if people aren't complaining about the casting, it's the series' writing. or there's too much exposition. rick is changing too many things. the directors don't know what they're doing. it's not a TRUE book adaptation. (someone said that to me, and i genuinely laughed because i thought they were joking. when the MOVIES exist, they wanted to make that comment about the show.)

are there some things i would change about the show, given the opportunity? god, yes. the set design for the underworld was horrendous. (in my opinion, of course.) but here's the thing. i have spent eight years of my life waiting for this show to happen, and in that time, i've learned a lot about how much goes into successfully producing such a complex series. how much money and time is spent, and how many people have to be on board to make it happen. it's genuinely kind of miraculous that we're even getting this show at all, considering all the ways it could have failed before it even made it out of pre-production.

and i think we, as fans, sometimes forget that we aren't owed this. we don't own the percy jackson franchise. it makes me so sick and tired when authors or artists in any capacity feel like they have to cater their works to the masses, because they know they'll get thrown into the fucking fire if they don't. rick and becky riordan didn't have to got to the trouble of producing this show for us. they chose to—everyone involved chose to—because they wanted to make something fun and enjoyable not only for the fans, but everyone who chose to be a part of it.

do you know how insane it is that, when you read pretty much any interview of pjo bts, everyone talks about how fun the production was? i've been on film sets. they can be ABSOLUTELY miserable when they're not done right. but eight months into production, the kids were still laughing and having a good time, everyone's still giving 100%, they're excited, it's fun. walker was willing to go into a diving tank for a full fucking day in order to get one scene—i know i would never have that kind of dedication, and i bet 99% of you wouldn't either.

i know this has gotten really long-winded, but i've said all of that to say that...i'm kind of tired of fans trying to bring down the show, and more than that, trying to bring down each other for having a good time. as i've said before (many times, i'm sure), i waited eight years for this, and i have had SUCH a fun time watching it. assuming we get a season 2 renewal, there are going to be even more new fans coming in than we've already gotten from season 1, and i want this fandom to be a fun and positive place for them. for all of us. we don't have to miserable and angry all time. we can critique the show, sure—it's not perfect, and it was never going to be—but we have to remember that television is an art form, and that art is subjective even when it involves our favorite characters. and we can accept that and still have a good time, because it's just more fun to have fun, you know?

this fandom has always had so much potential to be the BIGGEST, most supportive and kind and loving fandom. with how much representation this series has, with how much content we've been given, with the SHEER massive number of us...i've always thought we could be a really, really great community. maybe it's impossible to hope that we could be the best fandom on earth, but if nothing else...could we all try to just be a little bit kinder? genuinely, as cheesy as it may sound...it's just nicer when we're nice to each other. and when there's so many real things in the world to be mad about...i would much rather this be a place where we can come to at the end of a long day and just...feel at home. personally, i just think that would be really, really nice.

#percy jackson #percy series #percy jackson tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson fandom #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo show #pjo fandom #pjo series #me ranting for five million years #i wish i could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy...#she doesn't even go here #with all of that said i'm going to bed #i have class at 8am tomorrow and really should NOT have spent this much of my night writing this

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fullmetalfears · 9 months

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Hoenheim is one of my favorite characters in the OG FMA manga and Brotherhood. He made me love the sad immortal that hates themself trope, and in general I find the combination of failed father figure, gentle kind person, and the violence he accidently did to his people make for a dynamic character.

But I do 100% think FMA made the other characters far too quick to forgive Hoenheim for leaving the boys.

In the manga, it was directly said that Hoenheim wrote back home but in the anime you get NOTHING. Either way, the man left for a decade, during the most important period of his children's lives as children... because he felt like a monster. Not because he was actually doing things to his kids, but HE wanted to live like a human.

It's shitty. It's awful. One of the people that Ed and Al were supposed to rely on most left because he couldn't get over his own misery. Instead of waiting even a few years to make sure they could even take care of themselves better before leaving, he left before they could even really remember him at all.

I say this not because I don't think it was a good character decision. In fact I think it's tragic in a way that the series needs. The lack of clear lines between monsters and people, where one of Hoenheim's worst decisions is leaving his wife and kids, something that any person can do.

Hoenheim's real flaw when it comes to his family is not valuing that people want him to be there.

Which makes his final offer to Ed to sacrifice himself take on a different light.

In canon, the manga/anime make it clear that Ed calling Hoenheim a shitty father was meant to be as much Ed chastising Hoenheim for not understanding they won't use philosopher stones as it is an acknowledge that Ed accepts him as his father.

But to me, it shows that Hoenheim still hasn't learned why leaving was such an awful blow to the family. Yes, Trisha died because he wasn't there but even if he came back ten years later, did he still expect it to be from a loving family? Did Hoenheim expect the world to stand still while he left?

Hoenheim is still sacrificing himself after all this damn time. He still doesn't see that being there for his kids could invaluable. Maybe they grew up without him, and hell, maybe he doesn't deserve a second chance after so long, but for the boys, making sure you live to the next day is their entire philosophy. And Hoenheim, is willing to give that next day up.

In context, he's giving himself up for his boys after all this time of putting his own feelings first, but he would still be gone. What's worse, in Ed's perspective it's an impossible choice. If Ed couldn't have thought of another way to get Al back, Hoenheim basically offered Ed a chance to kill him in exchange for his brother.

You know. Killing. The one thing that Ed will not fucking do.

Hoenheim doesn't understand Ed. He also even after all this time doesn't get that living for them and to move forward would be the best thing he could do.

So yeah. I adore Hoenheim but the manga/anime kinda does a clumsy job with him. It does such a good job of setting Hoenheim up as looming negative premise in the beginning and then the story overcorrects in trying to make you like him that it forgets that, yeah, leaving your wife and kids for a decade is kinda bad actually!!!

It doesn't help that no one else is angry at Hoenheim. Izumi knew the boys as small children, presumably orphans and yet greets Hoenheim warmly. In the manga the people of Risembol are baffled on his arrival but otherwise move on. Pinako WHO BASICALLY HELPED RAISED THEM is just sorta neutral towards him. Even Al isn't angry. He just wants his dad back which is fine, but it leaves Ed's anger as an outlier, like it's childish of him not to understand.

By the time of his death, Hoenheim doesn't really learn anything. He's forgiven because he really was a good dude and he felt really bad about leaving for a decade so he can totally be forgiven by everyone right?

Right.

So yeah. Hoenheim? Great character, but awful dad which is part of why he's a good character but the story really pulls its punches about him.

~Luna

#fma #fma manga #fma:b #Hoenheim #van hoenheim

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I love the No Palpatine AU! (Idk what else to call it) I kind of want to know how they would react to the canon universe and vice versa.

Everything is just so chill in the AU universe while it seems like everything has gone wrong in the canon universe. They would wonder what exactly makes this universe so different from theirs until someone brings up Palpatine and they are just like: "The senator who fell down the stairs???"

I wonder if being around an emotionally healthy Anakin would make canon Padme, Obi-Wan and Ahoska realise that canon Anakin is kinda messed up. Especially if they told him some of the things he's done and he's like: "um, no offense, but that's pretty fucked up"

Haha, I definitely hadn't considered the idea of my AU versions of characters meeting canon ones lol, this'll be a first for me.

So I'm assuming that we're working primarily with the first option for the No Palpatine AUs where TPM canon goes primarily the exact same way except Palpatine dies real quick before Padme can show up on Coruscant with Anakin in tow. With that in mind, I think the reactions you'll get to how different Anakin is will vary depending on when in the timeline they're meeting and who exactly is meeting each other.

Obi-Wan, for example, doesn't actually KNOW most of the worst shit Anakin's done. Like the worst stuff Obi-Wan knows Anakin's done has been to lose his temper a bit, be reckless sometimes, and not always follow orders. It's not THAT particularly heinous, and I imagine the AU Anakin still has a temper sometimes (most of the Jedi DO get angry sometimes, they just work at controlling it really well and most probably struggle with it more when they're younger anyway) and still has the tendency to be a bit reckless when he wants to be. His problems with authority and following orders have sort-of been transformed into a desire to take down EVIL authorities like the Hutts rather than a dislike of the Jedi Council. He gives his respect to authorities who have EARNED his respect.

But I think that Obi-Wan throughout most of canon up until Order 66 believes that Anakin might struggle with some stuff that a lot of young Jedi probably do struggle with, but that he will ultimately overcome it, too. He doesn't realize how DEEP that struggle really is, nor does he know some of the awful things Anakin's actually done or how far he's strayed from the Jedi way. So his comparison to the AU Anakin is probably going to come from that particular perspective if they're meeting pre-Order 66. He might see AU Anakin as more just like... what canon Anakin will ultimately one day be able to achieve. Perhaps the AU version got there faster because his world isn't at war or something, canon Anakin is dealing with a different situation, but he'll get there eventually, he's never let Obi-Wan down before after all.

If they're meeting AFTER Order 66, then yeah, I think he's going to have a lot of feelings about AU Anakin doing so well and isn't going to be particularly shocked that Palpatine never even MET Anakin and that he died very early. He's not going to need to realize canon Anakin is messed up though, that part's kind-of obvious already lol.

Ahsoka I think might land in a similar boat since her knowledge of Anakin is so limited. If we decide the TOTJ training is canon, then that little tidbit could get revealed and wow AU Anakin would have SO SO MUCH to say about THAT. AU Anakin might have something to say about Ahsoka being like "most people would be shocked to realize how kind he was" too lol. Like he hopes he NEVER gets to a point where people are legitimately shocked that he's KIND. If Ahsoka gets the chance to just spend some time with AU Anakin without canon Anakin around, she might come to a few realizations of her own, but I think she'd also feel really guilty about making the comparison and potentially finding canon Anakin wanting, so she might not say or do anything about it.

Padme meeting an emotionally healthy Anakin could be a VERY interesting one because out of the three people Anakin has the closest relationships with, Padme's the one who knows how far he's fallen and has convinced herself that it's fine and no big deal. What might be equally as interesting is AU Anakin looking at canon Padme and just being SO concerned for her because she's got glimmers of the Padme he knows (whether they're in a relationship or decided they worked better as close friends, both work) but she's... fragile. Shattered and badly melded back together in a way his Padme isn't. This Padme is so lonely and so unhappy in ways she won't even recognize and hearing Padme excuse canon Anakin's treatment of her, realizing that Padme broke her own vows in order to enter into a forbidden marriage with someone who doesn't even seem to respect her much just breaks his fucking heart. This isn't his Padme, this Padme was broken long before she got married to canon Anakin, and the toxic relationship she's now in is just a symptom of that.

I'm not sure Padme would really come to any realizations of her own given that canon Padme literally hears Anakin advocate for dictatorship and fascism and decides to pretend that it was just a joke because it's easier to deal with. I think she'd find a way to explain away AU Anakin's differences in a similar way, despite the fact that she, more than anybody, should be able to really feel the difference between her Anakin and this healthier one. If she DID come to any realizations about Anakin, I think she'd convince herself that she didn't, that she was mistaken.

And of course, there's always the question of what happens when Anakin meets Anakin. I'd like to say that AU Anakin just kicks canon Anakin's ass, but he's supposed to be emotionally healthy, so he doesn't. He recognizes how canon Anakin got to where he is, he can tell exactly which issues of his have gone rancid and twisted in Anakin to make him the kind of person he is. AU Anakin would so desperately want to help canon Anakin as someone who can really understand exactly what's making Anakin tick. If he can manage to figure out that Palpatine is the issue and bring that information to the Jedi, that could potentially help, depending on when in the timeline this is happening. AU Anakin might be able to get away with taking out Palpatine in a way the other Jedi can't if they can pull off some kind of deception. AU Anakin managing to fulfill the prophecy instead of canon Anakin is actually incredibly hilarious to me. Like the Force chose Anakin, but then realized that this particular one was just going absolutely sideways and so dicked around and brought in an AU Anakin that actually went well but never had a Sith Lord to eliminate of his own.

I could probably go on and on here about like... an AU Ahsoka meeting canon Ahsoka at different points in her life or an AU Padme meeting canon Padme, or how AU Padme reacts to canon Anakin and stuff like that, but this post has gotten long as it is, so feel free to send another ask if you want me to just keep going like this lol.

#star wars #palpatine dies opt 1 au #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #padme critical #padme amidala critical #ahsoka critical #ahsoka tano critical #anidala critical

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tornrose24 · 24 days

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After finishing rewatching all of The Ghost and Molly Mcgee, these are my thoughts.

I think this is the one time in who knows how many years I’ve been invested in something that came from Disney. I haven’t seen this kind of passion project in a long time and sadly I don’t know if I’ll ever see that magic again for awhile, considering how Disney itself has suffered with many poor choices.

As for the show, a lot hits different when you know how it ends. Certain moments become a lot more meaningful with that knowledge.

I’d say first season was the better of the two. There was far more at stake and the story was building up to its climax in numerous ways compared to season two. The threat of The Chairman and the discovering of the duo’s friendship is very much felt in more episodes compared to Jinx.

Scratch’s character development is really noticeable in season 1, but in a way Molly’s is as well, given how one learns to open up and learn kindness and optimism while the other also needs to learn to open up in other ways, as well as grow into the wise, yet still optimistic teenager she becomes at the end of the show.

Season two… the stakes aren’t as great here. As stated by others, the Chens are overall not given much as a threat for season 2, and Jinx is used too sparingly so the penultimate season does feel a bit rushed. I honestly would have taken out some episodes from this season and replaced them with ones that could have addressed this, especially had the creators known they’d only get two seasons. Though of course they did not when starting out and it’s surreal to think that–had things gone right–we’d be waiting for season 3 right now.

However, I’m still sticking to my initial thoughts regarding ‘The End.’ I still don’t think it was necessary for Scratch to forget Molly.

The first problem is that this plot point is already one a lot of us are familiar with (I’ve seen it quite a lot in my case). Doctor Who used it (before it got changed), Spiderman No Way Home used it to a painful extreme, and Gravity Falls temporarily used it in its own finale. There’s a novel called ‘Just like Heaven’ that is a more romantic version of TGAMM, and it ended with memory loss as well (though the movie has a happier ending). I feel sad, but I also feel angry, which leads to my second problem.

Molly and Scratch’s friendship is the heart of this show. We were entertained and moved by it, as well as how far they would go for each other. So when Scratch forgets, we feel Molly’s pain as observers to her and Scratch’s story. We want Scratch to live his life as a human, and we wanted him to go out and see the world, but he should NOT have had to forget Molly in exchange. I know we always have to say goodbye and that there are some people who were special to us that we might/will never see again, but dear lord, being forgotten is a certain type of pain that hurts even worse.

Rewatching/remembering certain scenes is now more painful, knowing now that Scratch will forget them. Him saying that he’d hate to forget Molly was too cruel. When I was getting cloer to revisiting ‘The End’ I was feeling reluctance to continue on, and not just because I was almost done with the re-watching. When Scratch merged back with his body and the screen turned to white, I had to fight the urge to shut the episode down and pretend things went differently. That’s how much it hurts when it’s not just a casual viewing. I know these characters ultimately belong to someone else, but I wouldn’t want to put them through that kind of suffering.

Had I been in charge of the show, but kept the idea of ‘taking risks is what makes if worth living,’ I would have used one of two different endings. One where its the same, but Scratch remembers Molly. The other would have been a time skip, when Scratch returned to Brighton with Adia and he reunited with Molly who is a little older but is still the girl he knew.

But… I do appreciate the small ray of hope that was given. That Scratch’s behavior as a human and certain use of words–as well as calling Molly by name despite supposedly never hearing it before-fuels a lot of hope that one day Scratch will remember and he will reunite with Molly one day. That even a few writers proposed a reunion story where Molly hugging Scratch would trigger his memories to come back gives me hope that there's still a possibility in that story. (If anyone tells me I'm stupid to be thinking those things, please don't because I care about those characters THAT much.)

Until then, we have aus, what ifs, and fan fics to fix that.

So… I don’t know when I’ll rewatch the whole show again, given the emotional toll. I’ll still revisit some episodes and scenes. But I’m grateful that Disney allowed this show to exist–it deserved more love and attention. If this had to be the very last good thing to ever come out of Disney, I’ll take it.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #molly mcgee #scratch the ghost

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