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troublewithvampires · 8 months

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//instead of doing anything spicy or sexy for sinday. i decided to just clean up the scene i outlined a while ago of salvatore torturing someone to death <3 so here that is! sal being sexy and sadistic.

content warnings: torture (more implications of and references to it--i didn't write any of the torture in detail), a brief moment of misgendering, dehumanization

Johnny awakes slowly, the throbbing in his head his first indication that something might be wrong. At first, he assumes he's just hungover--wouldn't be the first time, after all. He's never had a hangover like this before, though, with stabbing pain in his temple and jaw. Whatever beat the shit out of him last night, it sure as shit wasn't booze.

He opens his eyes, squinting and hissing at the renewed throbbing the motion prompts as he immediately snaps them shut. The room he's in right now is dark, but the pinpricks of the light hanging above his head is enough to sting.

After a few seconds, though, he opens his eyes again, taking stock of his surroundings. It's only then that it hits him that something is very, very wrong.

Right now, Johnny is sitting in a steel chair in only his briefs, his hands tightly bound behind his back. Fidgeting for a few seconds reveals that he's bound with coarse rope, digging painfully into his wrists. His jaw aches, too, and he realizes that there's a gag stuffed haphazardly into his mouth. Finally, Johnny becomes aware of the bruises on his face, the dried blood crusted on his lower lip.

All of this adds up to one conclusion: he's fucked. Someone fucking kidnapped him.

The realization sends a spike of terror through him, and he sits up to the best of his ability as his eyes snap fully open.

The chair he's in is in a dark, empty room, the only light source a single light bulb hanging from a string a few feet above him. On the floor are his shirt, jacket, and slacks, crumpled and stained, and across from him is a low table covered in a dark tablecloth. From here, Johnny can't see what's on the table.

He decides right then that he isn't gonna stick around and find out.

Immediately, he starts thrashing in his bonds, trying to wrench his hands out of their bindings. The shooting pains hardly stop him, though he grunts behind the gag as he pushes through the pain. He's almost there, just a few more seconds-

"Wouldn't try that if I were you," a dry, creaking voice rasps from the darkness around him. "Ain't gonna work." Immediately, Johnny freezes and his gaze snaps over to the source of the sound.

Standing only a few feet away, barely visible in the low lighting, is a familiar, shadowy form. Two glowing red eyes stare him down, accompanied by the single tiny flame of a lit cigarette. Johnny stares at those eyes for a moment, feeling his hands growing clammy. After a moment, the eyes move closer, as Salvatore steps into the light.

Salvatore looks almost exactly like Johnny remembers seeing him last. His eyes are sunken in their sockets, ringed with black like bruises pockmarking his greyed skin. Blood, dirt, and soot stain his clothes, from the ribbed tank-top hanging off his bony frame to the jeans slung low on his sharp hips.

In this moment, Salvatore looks every bit the corpse he should be, coming fresh from the grave and Johnny's nightmares to stand before him. Johnny swallows to the best of his ability as he cranes his head to look up at Salvatore.

The vampire steps closer to him, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he does. Then he takes the cigarette out of his mouth, perching it between two clawed fingers as he stares almost boredly at his captive. If it weren't for the crackling fury Johnny can see in his bloody eyes, he'd almost think Salvatore wasn't interested in the situation in the slightest.

Just as he has that thought, Salvatore leans down and breathes a cloud of black, acrid smoke in Johnny's face. A cruel, sharp-toothed grin spreads across the vampire's face as Johnny immediately starts coughing and sputtering, struggling to breathe.

"Oh, I fuckin' missed you, Johnny." Salvatore says after a moment of listening to Johnny's hacking. "Been a while, ain't it? 'Course, last time we were here, our places were switched." His grin twitches into a sneer. "Funny how things change." Johnny swallows again, glaring up at him and making no move to speak.

After a few seconds, Salvatore seems to lose his patience and reaches out, yanking the gag out of Johnny's mouth.

"Go ahead and talk," he orders.

For a few pathetic seconds, Johnny sputters and spits, trying to clear his throat and speak. The whole time, Salvatore watches him through steely eyes, not even blinking.

Finally, Johnny can talk again.

"Wh-" He coughs. "Where the hell am I?"

"You're in hell," Salvatore replies simply with a shrug. He takes another long drag of his cigarette, and Johnny tenses as he waits for smoke to be blown in his face again. In the end, though, that doesn't happen, as Salvatore breathes his smoke out to the side.

Johnny doesn't have long to feel relieved at the vampire's consideration, though, as Salvatore presses the lit end of his cigarette against Johnny's skin. Immediately, Johnny has to bite back a scream, gritting his teeth as the tiny flame sears his flesh. His eyes roll back into his head momentarily as he thrashes in his bindings, trying his best to pull away as Salvatore grinds the cigarette into an ashy stub against his burn.

"Thought you'd scream more than that," Salvatore muses. He almost sounds impressed as he flicks aside the remains of the cigarette. "Guess I underestimated you, ol' Johnny boy. I-"

"T-The fuck is this about?" Johnny growls, cutting him off. "I-I haven't worked for Vic in ten fuckin' years, Sal. If you wanna get to him, you're barkin' up the wrong tree." Salvatore blinks at him, face carefully neutral, so he keeps going. "Look, I-I know you, and I know you ain't the type to just torture people for the hell of it. You want somethin' out of this, and I-"

Salvatore cuts him off quickly by slapping him across the face harder than any human could, leaving his ears ringing as his head is suddenly jerked to the left. He only has seconds to recover from the blow as Salvatore grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his throbbing head back.

"I don't give a flyin' fuck about Vic right now," Salvatore spits in his face. "This is about you and me, Johnny." Something flashes in his eyes. "Or did you forget our time together?"

He didn't. Johnny knows exactly what Salvatore is referring to.

It feels like only yesterday that Johnny held the silver-tipped fire poker in his hands, methodically stabbing the point into Salvatore over, and over, and over again. Hearing the sizzling of Salvatore's undead flesh as it burned, the ragged and desperate screams as the vampire begged for mercy. The laughter of the men around him as they held Salvatore down.

Go ahead and stab it again, Lenny had encouraged him with a grin. Not like the little freak can die anyway. And so Johnny had, staring directly into those wide, red eyes as they glazed over from pain and fear.

Johnny is wrenched out of his memories by a sharp tug to his hair, and he looks up to meet those same red eyes once more. Only now, they're full of pure, unfiltered rage.

"I'm sorry," Johnny tries, his voice weaker than he means it to be. "I-I'm sorry, Sal, fuck. You know it wasn't personal, right? I-I was j-"

"I know," Salvatore says with a roll of his eyes, releasing Johnny's hair abruptly as he turns around. "I know, Johnny, you were just followin' orders. You and everyone else." With tense shoulders, Salvatore approaches the table and picks something up, hefting the weight of it in his hands. "That's all you sorry fucks were ever good for--followin' orders. Vic jumps, you ask how high. Good little dogs doin' anything for their master."

Salvatore turns around, and Johnny sees what he's holding. It's a metal baseball bat, old and bent in several places. There are several dark red stains in the bent metal, rusty blood slowly eroding it away. Johnny's stomach sinks at the sight.

"You like it?" Salvatore asks cheekily as he holds it up. "I was never much of a baseball guy as a kid. Thought it was all fuckin' boring, watchin' grown men run around swinging sticks." His eyes flick to Johnny once more. "I think I see the appeal now, though. Think I can get a home run?"

"You're fucking insane," Johnny spits, using anger to mask his growing horror as he realizes Salvatore intends to beat him to death. "What the fuck-"

"Y'know," Salvatore says casually, ignoring his mounting panic entirely as he rests the bat on one shoulder. "Once upon a time, I'd be applaudin' you for the kind of loyalty you've given Vic. It's noble, really. Admirable, even. Hard to come by that kind a' faith in this shithole." Salvatore's grip tightens imperceptibly on the bat in his hands, and Johnny hears the metal creak under the strain.

"But, well," Salvatore finishes, "you're the fuckin' moron who decided to be loyal to that two-faced snake in the grass." There's no trace of a smile on the vampire's face anymore. "You dug your grave the moment you signed up to be Victor Bonicelli's bitch."

Before Johnny can fully process the reality that Salvatore very likely intends to kill him, the vampire lunges forward, snatching Johnny's throat with his free hand and squeezing harshly. All at once, Johnny's air supply is cut, and he sputters uselessly as he struggles to breathe.

"Since you're so good at followin' orders," Salvatore spits at him, "you do me a favor and scream real loud for me, alright, Johnny? You can do that, can't you?" As if to emphasize his point, Salvatore squeezes his throat tighter, and Johnny hears something pop under the roaring in his ears. "Answer me, dipshit. Or are you fuckin' deaf now?"

Johnny nods the best he can, his chest burning from the lack of oxygen as he stares up at Salvatore with wide, watery eyes. After several tortuously long seconds, Salvatore smiles and releases his throat.

"There's a good sport," he purrs as Johnny greedily gulps air down his bruised and battered throat. He hefts the baseball bat as though preparing to swing, piercing eyes scanning over Johnny's trembling form as though deciding where he wants to hit first.

"Wh..." Johnny swallows painfully once more. "Why not just kill me?" He knows he isn't surviving this, but maybe if he appeals to Salvatore's better nature, he'll at least be granted a swift death. "C'mon, Sal, beating me to death won't change anything. Just... Just fuckin' kill me, drink my blood, whatever it is you freaks do-"

Salvatore cuts him off with a peal of laughter, cackling so hard he nearly doubles over. It takes him a few moments to recover, grinning as he straightens up again. "Oh- oh, that's fuckin' rich, Johnny. You think I'm- oh, wow, you're more of a fuckin' idiot than I thought you were!" Salvatore rolls his eyes and sneers. "No, you ain't gettin' out that easy. I ain't drinkin' a drop of your blood."

The vampire walks closer to him again, each calculated step that of a predator closing in on his helpless prey. He looms over Johnny, reaching out to place one clawed hand on the other man's shoulder. The gesture feels almost tender, entirely out of place in the current situation.

"You're gonna die," Salvatore drawls. "Slow. Scared. In pain. And alone." He leans closer, baring his fangs as he whispers in Johnny's ear. "And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be beggin' me to put you outta your misery and drain you dry."

Salvatore squeezes his shoulder, a mockery of an otherwise comforting gesture, and releases it as he straightens.

"You ain't that kind of man," Johnny says. It's all he can think to reply with, the words bitter on his tongue. Salvatore cracks a smile at him.

"I'm not," he agrees. "But I am that kind of monster." Salvatore hefts the baseball bat again, ready to swing and collide with Johnny's stomach. "Now, enough pussyfootin' around--let's get down to business. See how loud you can get."

And with that, he swings the bat.

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」#//i need to make a tag for drabbles or smth at some point #//but yeah <3 #torture cw #//sorry johnny. see you in hell.#misgendering cw #//better safe than sorry i think- like it's not really for transphobic reasons but still #//diversity win! this trans man's torturers are dehumanizing him for reasons unrelated to his transness!

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sharonisthebettercarter · 4 months

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Chile anyways, if homelander was so smart that the fans and himself claim him to be, why didn't he just took that opportunity of freedom and ditch it all behind when sent to his first mission?? Also, since the loser learned u.s. history, you'd think he'd learn a thing or two about the slaves who fled from their prisons in the antebellum south and the members of the black panthers party fleeing to Cuba from being prosecuted. Like...there are narcissists in real life who would take that chance at freedom immediately, they want a taste of that too. Also, to learn in a new environment is to learn from the locals.

*sigh of the long suffering*

i wanna be fucking mad at this, i do. i am a little and i won't lie about that because this is FUCKED anon.

but i know (sincerely fucking hope) it comes from a place of genuine ignorance and not truly understanding what it is many abuse victims go through--or, perhaps not realizing that you have been through abuse and have fallen on any one of many many many reasons to not leave, so you rationalize your situation as tolerable (because in your mind there are no other alternatives) or you might have a weird fucked up version of survivor's bias which is pretty typical in this society.

the short answer is this:

and this:

and these also fit the bill:

but to address the question more directly and seriously.

a victim's intelligence and victimhood have nothing to do with one another. someone does not "become" a victim because they are stupid or smart. anyone can be conned. ANYONE. this is a gross oversimplification and assumption that is extremely dismissive to victims of abuse.

because he didn't realize he was a victim? because he didn't know where else to go? because vought promised him things would get better and he could finally be their 'special god boi' and believed that if he could just pull it together that maybe, just maybe vought, his only 'parental' entity and the only thing he had known his entire life to 'take care of him' and 'promise him the world', would be happy and proud of him. *and then things wouldn't have to hurt anymore*

see any of the above attached resources for more information. PLEASE. there are a number of reasons a victim will not leave an abusive situation, and they all amount to: THEY DO NOT BELIEVE THEY HAVE A CHOICE. and. THIS DOES NOT INVALIDATE THE EXPERIENCE OF A VICTIM OR THE SYMPATHY WE SHOULD FEEL FOR THEM.

okay, this bit about u.s. history is just silly to me, cause... just wut??? do you... i mean, do you honestly believe they taught him a wholly accurate take on u.s. history and gave him perfect examples of the oppressed fighting back against abusers or escaping them????? like HONESTLY, *you* think they taught him *THAT*??????????????? a NAZI made company.... teaching *accurate* history?????????????????????????????????????vogelbaum said it himself. "he loved MANIFEST DESTINY". a SUPER FUCKED UP concept that proudly proclaims white america as a "chosen people" that must "conquer the american continents"... really? REALLY??????? just that bit in itself should tell you what and how they were teaching him. take a wild guess how they teach about slavery in the deep south of the states and i can guaranfuckingtee you IT AIN'T ACCURATE.

bear in mind. vought was a company founded with nazi cult origins.

i think that should say enough on it's own but i'll elaborate, homelander was raised in a fucking cult. if you genuinely think escaping one is a 'simple and easy' thing and people INDOCTRINATED IN A CULT can just up and 'RuN aWaY', YOU ARE WRONG. plain and simple.

***ESPECIALLY for the fucking kids raised as the """"MESSIAH""" FOR THE CULT, REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH ABUSE THEY FACE, THAT IS HOW BRAINWASHING WORKS.***

well good for those narcissists i guess?? i'm sure their situations weren't anywhere near half as bad as homelander's and i don't say that to dismiss anything they may have gone through, i say it just from a standing realistic point of view. homelander has LITERALLY been through worse that anything any human could ever go through and also more than a whole lot of comic characters out there have been through. vought was basically granny fucking goodness.

their situations are also... not relevant. AT ALL.

and i need to reiterate this:

being a victim and staying in an abusive situation is not a choice. victims do not choose to be victims.

victims. do not. choose. to be victims.

VICTMS. DO. NOT. CHOOSE. TO. BE. VICTIMS.

saying they do, and i want to be clear in no uncertain terms what so fucking ever:

IS VICTIM BLAMING.

see any of the above resources if you need to understand a bit better about human psyche and why victims do not simply 'rUn AwAy' from abusive situations.

and if it's not clear enough with that, it's because their brain, logic, belief, heart, whatever and every fucking fiber of their being tells them that they

*CAN'T*

the brain has fucked up ways of coping that don't always simply 'work out' in our favor, especially when it comes to extremely stressful environments like the one homelander was in. he was brought up to *believe* in vought. AND ONLY VOUGHT. was pretty much fucked before he was even born. forced to be trauma bonded to his motherfucking jailers.

and then never, nada, zip, zilch, NOT ONCE. has he EVER been presented with a viable alternative. or someone who genuinely cared for him.

this does not invalidate the fact that he is a victim of vought.

if anything? it only makes his whole situation worse because he still does not even realize that he is a victim.

here's to gotdamn HOPING s4 gives us at least some semblance of that understanding peaking through and brutal slaughter of the scientists or other responsible for that bullshit<3 (what i hope that scene of him covered in blood is~!)

the reason people have so much trouble seeing this and understanding it is:

we still live in a culture/society which is heavily veered towards victim blaming, especially imperfect victims. once a victim fights back or even if they choose not to, regardless of what happens actually, they are still somehow at fault for their situation, right? RIGHT? wrong... please see above resources for better understanding.

homelander is STILL stuck in the cult. he's trying lead it even (of course he fucking is, he was the raised 'messiah' and still has a childish mindset that believes in what he was taught), because that is what he was made for, and he is what VOUGHT made him... JUST as much as he a VICTIM of them.

homelander is an adult. at least physically. yes seriously, that is a factor. although i see this as something that makes his whole situation much much WORSE *because* of his stunted growth *because* of VOUGHT, his adult body and general presentation is enough for people to deny his victimhood if not outright blame him for it. (*HINT* STILL NOT HIS FAULT!), people keep calling him an immature 'manchild' which... sure, whatever sometimes i guess. but more *accurately*, we should be calling him a *CHILD* trapped in an *adult body*.

'manchild' implies the dude at least had an honest opportunity to grow the fuck up, and *chose* not to.

homelander had neither of these things. his growth was deliberately stunted so that he could be *controlled*.

and here's where i might differ from certain parts of fandom on homelander.

the show has actually done a relatively good of showing us that homelander is as much a victim to his circumstance as he is an asshole, and the trump/***cult messiah*** comparisons (while obviously satire and a bit on the nose) are actually... mm... not necessarily vital but actually pretty fucking important on providing an accurate representation of what he really is AND understanding how society reacts to it.

it is NOT the show that does a bad job presenting these characters intricately, whether showcasing victimhood, complexity, hypocrisy, critique, etc. they can do BOTH. and that is the point, that none of what's being presented is 'mutually exclusive' in one form or another because *society and people are fucking complex and nothing is black and white*. the point being, they at least make the effort and it is... profoundly ignorant to deny these details when they are presented.

they *present* homelander as a victim AND an asshole. *that* is why ANYONE in fandom is able to see that fact. no, that's not to say everything is hunky dory and perfectly written (because it's still written by ordinary *human* people, not abstract entities of perfection or imperfection)

it is to say that there is a factor fans seem to keep forgetting about this whole ass show built upon and centered entirely 1000% fucking percent on *CHALLENGING TRIBALISM AND HUMAN POLARIZATION WHICH DECENSITIZES US TO ALLEGED OPPOSING SIDES*.

it is the FANS that take what they are given, and *choose sides* from it. NOT THE SHOW.

this is very natural to society in some ways, the winners of wars get to write history, but it's also... not. or i should say, it's extremely fabricated and promoted because it's a means of 'divide and conquer' used against us.

this show gave us an entire segment with one chubby bastard who went down the right wing internet radicalization rabbit hole, and came out shooting an innocent man over his own *fear*.

you wanna know what the show did?

HUMANIZED that motherfucker AS WELL AS HIS VICTIM. very well i might add, i really felt for that bastard. he was a bastard for what he did, but i understand why people go the route of violence and hostility when they are *afraid*, especially of things they don't understand. (as much as i have faced it and as much as it pains me, I UNDERSTAND BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN THERE.)

you wanna know what the fans did?

COMPLETELY IGNORED THIS VERY EXTREMELY OBVIOUSLY PRESENTED LESSON.

homelander and butcher, comic AND show, are (whether abstractly interpreted or modernized) representees of the dangers of political dichotomy brought to extreme ideologies, to the point of *dehumanizing* the *other* side.

this is clear. the show *presents* the hypocrisy from *both* sides, as well as both being *wrong*, as well as both being *human*. AS WELL AS vought (and other horrendous systems in place) being the TRUE villain. everyone else might as well be pawns on a fucking chess board.

and still, the FANS... are the ones who take what is presented and interpret... pretty much what they want to conform to their own selective bias so that the cognitive dissonance doesn't come bubbling to the surface.

i don't have that ability. i know why people do it because i'm sure and i have seen that it makes things hella easier. never been able to pull the wool over my own eyes myself tho. call it compulsion. it's a real problem because people fucking HATE when you can't just 'go along' with them no matter how you do it.

but the way that i know this?

the genocide apologism... it's almost too fucking perfect given the state of the world right now. genocide under no circumstance is a forgivable or excusable crime.

no circumstance. ever.

doesn't matter what side it is and if you have to justify it with sides, you have completely missed the fucking point.

the show *DOES NOT* present genocide as justifiable in ANY form.

and *still* we have FANS choosing sides, and justifying genocide. whether deliberately ignoring what the story is presenting before them or not fully grasping it.

homelander is a major part of that, even billy to some (if much lesser and also greater) degree. the framing is intentional. homelander is a piece of shit. billy is an EQUAL if not worse, opposing piece of shit.

but the story gives us a *framework* to understand that 'this one side is bad', then *learn* 'oh this other side that we've been following is bad too, actually', and finally 'OH, it's the SYSTEM that's the real problem', and even now this shit is pretty damn clear to me, and i don't think it's necessarily relevant to reading the comic (altho i do feel this helps people see it better)

homelander and billy are both fucking problems, but neither are *the* true problems, they're both victims and symptoms of a greater issue, and we could all do well to remember that

even if society is fucked enough that they want to forget, WE shouldn't and we should keep at fighting back against status quo brain rot bullshit while maintaining empathy for those that suffer because of it.

including the imperfect victims that might still be stuck in the cult.

#homelander #victim blaming #psa #child abuse #trauma bonding #false equivalence #indoctrination #cult #genocide apologists #dehumanization #media literacy #billy butcher #the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #fandom wank #meta #cognitive dissonance

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ariesbilly · 2 years

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the stranger things fandom just in general lacks basic respect like this shit has been going on since season 1 when people were being weird with the kids like... every actor in that cast on some level has been violated, even by so called fans who claim to like them

yall as a whole belong in an institution and i mean that sincerely because there is something not right in your heads

#if it wasnt the kids being weirdly sexualized it was them getting bullied by grown ass people #then yall moved on to being gross about charlie when he had that whole coke scandal. yall are constantly dehumanizing joe k #bullied dacre grace eduardo #stalked joe q #but billy antis wanna stay worried about him having fans #yall dont wanna call out the part of the fandom that ACTUALLY does harm #cuz yall are part of it #but we're not supposed to talk about that right?#thats a secret shhh nobodys supposed to bring that up

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archive2394934 · 1 year

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Thank you for your response to the "henry creel is nazi coded" post. Im jewish and that post made me so uncomfortable because I think you're right about the fact that Henry/Vecna's backstory is representative of people who suffered abuse/oppression. The fact he was imprisoned, abused, experimented on and treated as less than human for two decades does actually align more with the expereinces of holocaust survivors than with the agendas and actions of the nazi party. Its really tone deaf to think that he would sympathize with their views and goals as someone who literally suffered similar things that victims of their regime did. It makes a lot more sense that he wanted to empower and uplift people who are "different" like himself.

I'm sorry you had to see that post anon. I'm literally sorry we all had to see that post. I didn't want to think the OP meant harm by it but given they've been a total fucking asshole about criticism toward it, I'm really not feeling any shame in speaking out about it. Like, normally, I just cringe and ignore bad fandom takes - and, normally, I wouldn't feel comfy making a stink about someone's posts and opinions because, yeah; like I said I don't like to imagine people intend any harm right off the bat, but it's a little suss to sit there and acknowledge you're opening a very, very sensitive can of worms by saying something like that and then dismiss, mock and ridicule anyone who might present any criticism toward it, partic with evidence for why its almost certainly not an accurate read of canon.

I'm particularly annoyed about how the only response them and their friends chose to highlight and "discuss" is one from someone who was talking about their struggle with mental illness and abuse and their relation to Henry, purely to mock and dismiss that person. But they didn't once actually make any attempt to respond to my additions to the post. They mostly ignored/avoided them, actually. I think all I really got was the OP stomping their feet about me being a non-moot and putting my two cents worth in, as if it wasn't posted in the whole public tag for everyone to see and fully intended to grab the public's attention. Also the "ew why would you apologize for Henry Creel" like, bitch, I just explained why, lmao. I could say a real lot about the way they've been kind of misusing the concept of the "cycle of abuse" to validate their feelings, in how the "cycle of abuse" is typically and appropriately used to refer to harmful behaviors and ideas that pop up within personal relationships, typically those between spouses, parents and children and siblings and doesn't actually apply that much to the relationships between minorities and oppressors or bigoted societies.

The cycle of abuse is used to describe things like when men grow up watching their father's abusing their mothers and then go on to act similarly toward their wives/girlfriends. Billy Hargrove is actually a perfect canon example of the "cycle of abuse" in motion. So, obviously, this is a bit removed from the oppressed lashing out at people who subscribe to, represent or enforce bigoted systems of power and the concepts of those systems as a whole. Not to mention all the very not lowkey racism and belligerence that is now popping up toward Kali after these people became semi aware that yes, Kali and Henry stand for the same things: They are products of systematic oppression and are literally fighting for their rights to exist in a political and social environment that is geared against them and other people like them. But man at the end of the day and the point is, like, its perfectly okay if you DON'T like a character or you're uncomfortable with them for any reason, particularly if they are in fact an antagonist like Henry is, as he's meant to inspire a sense of caution, even if he is understandable and sympathetic, but its different to go on a deranged smear campaign toward said character with INCREDIBLLY sensitive and harmful accusations, as charged and heavy as literally claiming they're a n*zi sympathizer. Fuck off. Oh, and as a side note any psychologist, or anyone with half a brain really, can tell you that when it comes to victims of abuse who are perpetuating their abuse toward others, the worst and wrong approach is to condemn and demonize them. Shame, invalidation and silence are all massively contributing factors in why victims may abuse others or may continue to be abused themselves. These are the kind of people who viciously condemn Billy Hargrove because he was a teenaged abuse victim in the 80s that said something with a vaguely racist undertone, and they feel strangely assured that canon intended to display him as a monster when the actual reality of canon is he was a victim struggling against what he was going through and his own behaviors as a result, but he ultimately died "heroically" (like, the reason Max takes comfort in Running up that hill is clearly because she relates it to Billy. I've even straight up seen his actor explain this stuff. ) And like, look if you're mad you think Billy was an unrepentant, inexcusable racist, ok but it becomes weird when you're also sitting here grown in 2022 platforming really suspicious aggression and demonization toward a woman of color who is suddenly being seen as the most 'terrifying character' and a 'monster' for doing what? Oh, she killed someone who abducted, abused and tortured her. She said capitalism sucks. She's a lefty. Very evil, incomprehensible stuff! *sarcasm* Literally, what the actual fuck, make it make sense at least.

#henry creel #vecna #001 #kali prasad #billy hargrove #stranger things analysis #discourse cw #tbf i was like ok i kind of understand not getting it with henry bc his thing is kind of 'invisible'#and I assumed good faith with this fandom saying wild things about him because of that #but now the kali hate is jumping out again now theyre seeing henry and kali are related #and there is no fucking way theyre not understanding what kali represents when she is literally #explicitly a woman of color who was abducted tortured and dehumanized who #openly speaks against capitalism and the oppression of people who are mentally ill nd of colour etc #there is no WAY that is sailing over their heads theyre actively ducking it and being suss freaks about it

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wormworker · 2 years

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People objectify artists. No matter how blatantly personal their music, paintings, films, etc., may be.

It is not selfish to make art solely for your own sake, even if you're making it public.

Do it for yourself.

#tori amos #ian curtis #joy division #billie holiday #britney spears #rihanna #lil nas x #goldfrapp #parasocial relationships #i dont read about a lot of artists to be fair #but i tagged some that i've personally seen be dehumanized to appalling levels #we dont own their trauma and thats something we forget

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jasmineslonghair · 7 months

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In the end "Snow lands on top" a rant

I just finished the book, and people are right, you actively find yourself rooting for Snow, for a split second you completely forget who he is, who he is to become. You want him to be a good person, the moment I knew his humanity was faltering was when he killed Mayfair and Billy Taupe. He excused it as protecting Sejanus and Lucy Gray, but at the root of it, Coriolanus Snow is a product of Capitol brainwashing and taught to dehumanize the people of the districts.

He's so complex and fucked up and sociopathic and Olivia's song is a perfect encapsulation of Lucy Gray, AND Sejanus Plinth haunting him for the rest of his life. Snow can pretend and poison and erase the memory of them but people with unfinished business tend to come back to finish it.

I had refused to read the last chapter holding it off, cause I already saw the mental change in Snow's character, I was invested but I knew my heart will be broken. Because we only ever knew her through Snow's lens; Lucy Gray Baird's fate forever a mystery, just like her life.

Thank you for reading this mini rant, I'll probably rant again after a while.

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x lucy gray #district 12 #tbosas #tbosbas #sejanus plinth #coriolanus x sejanus #coriolucy #snowbaird #the hunger games #can't catch me now #panem #president snow #tom blyth #rachel zegler

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hintsofhoney · 2 years

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Movie Night

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Summary: You and your best friend, Steve, have a movie night planned, but things don't go the way they're supposed to when Billy shows up.

Tags: 18+, smut, threesome, degradation kink, praise kink, Billy’s an asshole, Steve is protective, Eiffel Tower, p in v, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Don’t know where this came from, but I’m glad it did. I have a lot more in the works for Stranger Things, so keep an eye out! The ‘Are you getting fucked by stupid?’ line in this fic was directly stolen from Homelander; all credits to the writers of ‘The Boys’ for that one. Thank you to my biggest cheerleaders, @deangirl93 and @treat-winchesterswith-kindness, for beta-ing, I love you both to the moon and back! Hope you all enjoy the filth.

You can also read me on Ao3!

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

“I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Steve –”

“I swear to God, Y/N, I’ll murder him with my own two hands.”

Steve was pacing back and forth in your kitchen as you watched from a barstool at the counter. You didn’t particularly care that Billy had taken nude photos of you; you had the idea first, after all. But apparently he had a whole lot to say about them in the local gym’s locker room – which you also didn’t really mind – but Steve certainly did.

“The way he talked about you, like you’re just some… some thing to fuck. God, I should have laid one on him right –”

“Steve!” you yelled, pulling him out of his murder spiral. He stopped pacing and looked at you, his hands untangling from his hair – the famous Harrington hair – and returning to his pockets.

“What?” he questioned blankly.

“Look, you’re my best friend in the whole world, alright? And I appreciate that you care so much about me, but Billy and I… he’s as much of a toy for me as I am for him.”

Steve’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Okay, gross.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “All I’m trying to say is it’s not a big deal, alright? It really doesn’t bother me, so don’t let it bother you.”

“Don’t let it bother me? Don’t let it – I’m not going to let anyone – not even your,” he motioned vaguely with his hands, trying to think of the right word, “boy toy, Billy fucking Hargrove, talk about you like that. And you shouldn’t either, it’s dehumanizing.”

You chuckled as you slid off the barstool and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his cheeks – they were still cold from the outside chill of the November air; he had walked to your place as soon as he had left the gym – and smiled; your forearm against his chest picking up on his rapid heartbeat. “Steve, whatever Billy has said about me cannot possibly be more dehumanizing than anything he’s already done to me.”

Anger flashed over his face before he realized you meant sexually, making him jump back in horror, his features scrunching up in repulsion. “Great Y/N, thanks for that. I’ll be sleeping again, never.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ll be thinking about how badly you wish you were doin’ things to me instead of Billy,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. You liked to think that you and Steve’s flirtatious teasing was the backbone of your friendship. It was how you two met – Steve made a comment about your ass one day after you got partnered up in science class, something like, ‘I’m glad we’re sitting next to each other now, but the view from behind isn’t too bad either’, accompanied with his classic Harrington smirk – and when you shot back with something snarky instead of dropping to your knees in the middle of the classroom like most girls would have because let’s face it – he’s Steve fucking Harrington – he decided you were different, so he stuck around. Three years later and that dynamic was still going strong, even after high school.

Steve coughed, seemingly caught off guard by your comment. “Yeah, you wish,” he bit back – his usual response when he didn’t have anything better to say. “Still good for tonight?”

“Yes, of course. Speaking of, I’m gonna be late for work,” you sighed, checking your watch and grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter. You gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek and patted it, adding a, “Please don’t go looking for ways to kill Billy Hargrove when I’m gone.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright, whatever. But I don’t like him, Y/N.”

You chuckled. “Neither do I, but man, is he a good –”

“NO! Get out! Go to work!” Steve exclaimed, ushering you towards the front door. “Go, get.” He practically shoved you out the door as you laughed, shaking your head as he slammed it shut behind you.

“Such a prude, Harrington,” you said to no one but yourself as you made your way to your car.

Steve had to sort himself out. Not with his downstairs brain, no. He wished that would be enough. But he had to actually sit down and think about his feelings for you. Which he didn’t want to do, but God, when you said things like, ‘you’ll be thinking about how badly you wish you were doin’ things to me’, it kind of made it impossible not to. Because now he was sitting on your couch, his hands over his face as he thought about all the things he wanted to do to you. All the things that Billy fucking Hargrove was probably getting to do, and God – why were you with that prick anyway? Sure, it wasn’t exclusive – everyone knew that Billy Hargrove didn’t do exclusive or feelings or girlfriends. Steve groaned, letting himself fall onto his side, his head resting on the arm of the couch. Maybe he just needed to man up and make a move. The two of you have been flirting for three goddamn years.

“You’re fucking killing me, Y/N,” he mumbled. “Killin’ me.”

Work was fine, as it always was. Stocking grocery shelves at Melvald’s wasn’t anyone’s dream job, but it allowed you to move out of your parent’s house, so you weren’t complaining. Plus, Ms. Byers was always good company, and almost always willing to cover for you thanks to all the times that you watched the register when her and Bob would sneak to the back.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice came from behind you, causing you to put down the package of diapers that you were shelving. You turned around slowly, knowing exactly who it was and suddenly feeling very self-conscious in your incredibly unflattering Melvald’s General uniform.

“Billy,” you greeted with a smile. Your eyes wandered to the six pack in his hand. “Is, uh – do you need someone to check you out?”

“‘m checkin’ you out right now.” Smooth. He always was. “Uniform’s cute on you.”

“Oh,” you blushed, waving him off. “Stop. It’s awful.”

He chuckled. “I can help you take it off sometime, I don’t mind.” Jesus, why was he like this? How was he so good at making you a puddle? “What d’ya say, baby? You free after you get off? Max is having her stupid fuckin’ friends over, so it’ll have to be your place, but –”

“Steve will be at my place,” you replied, quicker than you meant to.

“Harrington?” Billy asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

You nodded.

“You two together or something?”

“No! God, no. He’s just my best friend. But, uh, we have a movie night planned tonight, so…”

“I like movies,” he replied matter-of-factly, taking a step closer to you. Your back hit the shelves behind you and you flinched as Billy set down his beer on one of them, effectively caging you in between his arms. He leaned in, his lips against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Maybe I’ll even finger fuck you while your sittin’ right next to Harrington. I can be discreet. Wonder if you can be quiet…”

You gulped, willing away the arousal you could feel starting to grow between your legs.

“Hell, Harrington’s even welcome to join in,” he continued. “He’s got such a hard-on for you, Y/N, it’s fuckin’ embarassing.”

“W-what?” you asked. “N-no, he doesn’t.” Pull it the fuck together, Y/N. You were stuttering and you didn’t know why. You didn’t know why the implication that Steve had a crush on you excited you so much, or why the proposal of a threesome with your fuck buddy and your best friend made your brain glitch.

Billy laughed. “Are you gettin’ fucked by stupid, Y/N?”

You glared at him, his question forcing you to get a hold of yourself so you could respond with, “I’m getting fucked by you, not really much of a difference.”

You watched his jaw clench, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the shelf beside you. It was only for a moment – a wave of violence washing over him, gone as quickly as it had come. He got that way every time you talked back to him, but you knew he’d never hurt you. People said ‘Billy Hargrove doesn’t have a nice streak’, but he certainly had one where you were concerned. You’d push his buttons and it just made him rougher in bed, so really, it was a win for you.

He chuckled and dropped his head briefly, shaking it as he processed what you had said. He leaned in one more time, so close that you were praying no one you knew would walk by, lest you be known as ‘the girl who let Billy Hargrove give her a hickey in the middle of the baby supplies aisle at Melvald’s while she was on the clock’, because that’s what it must’ve looked like. “You’ll be getting fucked by a lot more tonight,” he whispered, and you suppressed a whine, because that’s what he did to you. He made you want to drop to your knees in the middle of aisle six while you were at work and let him have his way with you. Fuck him.

He pulled away slowly, grabbed his beer off the shelf, had the audacity to smirk, and then he fucking winked. “See you soon, princess.”

You watched him walk away, his jeans doing more than just favors for his ass, effectively stunned into silence. You must’ve spaced out for a minute or two, because it was Ms. Byers’ voice that pulled you back to reality.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“W-what? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, just spaced out for a second,” you replied, flustered as you reached for the box of diapers on the ground.

“Okay. I’ll be at the register if you need me.”

“Got it, thanks Ms. Byers,” you smiled. You resumed stocking shelves, Billy’s words a broken record in your mind. Hell, Harrington’s even welcome to join in… He’s got such a hard-on for you. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about Steve in… that way before. He’s Steve – one look at him is a one-way ticket to dirty thoughts in anyone’s mind. But he was also your best friend, and there’s no coming back from crossing that line if things go to shit. You tried to will away the images of Billy and Steve taking you together that your brain was starting to conjure up. Billy’s cock down your throat as Steve pounded into you from behind, Billy’s mouth on your –

“Ow, shit,” you gasped, as the box of diapers fell out of your hand and onto your foot, pulling you out of your fantasy. You picked it up and placed it in its rightful spot, taking a deep breath before continuing, muttering curses at Billy fucking Hargrove under your breath.

“Don’t hate me,” was the first thing you said as you walked through the door, Steve already comfortable on your couch with a bowl of popcorn in hand. You unwrapped your scarf from around your neck and hung it on the coat rack, before toeing off your shoes and sinking down into the cushions next to your best friend.

“Why wou’ I ha’e you?” he mumbled through a mouthful of popcorn before checking his watch. “You’re back early.”

You took a deep breath. Might as well rip off the Band-Aid. “Billy’s coming over tonight.” You winced as you waited for his response.

“You better be fuckin’ with me,” he replied, glaring at you.

“I wish I was.”

Steve set the popcorn down on the coffee table and turned towards you, his arms folded over his chest. “Well, do you want me to leave?”

“What?” you asked, confused. “No, he’s just joining us for movie night.”

Steve snorted. “Billy fuckin’ Hargrove at movie night? Without any other intentions? Yeah, sure, alright.”

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I know you had to practically fist fight Robin to get first dibs on this movie, can’t you just put up with Billy for one night?”

“So I can watch you get fingered under a blanket while you’re sitting right next to me? ‘Oh, Billy! God, that feels so –’” he was interrupted by a pillow to the face.

“Shut up. Like you wouldn’t like to watch, Harrington.”

He stared at you for a second, chewing on his lip like he was debating if he should say the words he was thinking. “And what if I would?”

The tension in the air became palpable in an instant. He was joking, this is just how the two of you talked – so why did it feel so different this time? You swallowed, a pit suddenly growing in your stomach, very different to the one Billy had left you with earlier. You chuckled softly, avoiding his eyes, because this conversation was suddenly feeling very much not like joking around. You debated on what to say for a moment or two, before finally settling on something you’d usually bite back with. “Then I guess I’d just have to put on a show for you, huh?”

It came out sounding far more serious than you intended it to, but on the other hand, it’s not like you were entirely joking. Billy’s words played through your mind again. He’s got such a hard-on for you, Y/N, it’s fuckin’ embarassing. You thought about glancing down; Steve’s jeans left little to the imagination, you’d be able to tell. But would that be too obvious?

“Guess you would.” God, he was still going. Maybe Billy had been right after all.

You flinched when you heard a knock on the door, thankful for something to break the tension, even if it was about to get a whole lot worse with Billy in the room. You got up, taking a deep breath before turning to look down at Steve.

“Be nice,” you warned, an accusatory finger pointed at him.

“That depends on him,” he bit back with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and made your way to the front door, opening it to a smirking Billy with the same six pack in hand that he had at the store. You didn’t even have time to greet him before he strolled in, forcing you to step aside as you held the door open.

“What’re we watchin’?” he asked, before noticing Steve on the couch. “Harrington,” he greeted with an unceremonious nod.

“Hargrove.”

“The Brain,” you answered Billy’s question in an attempt to retain some normalcy, the tension in the air from earlier a hundred times worse now.

Billy nodded. He didn’t care one way or the other what was playing on the TV – you knew that, he knew that, Steve knew that. Whatever it was, Billy was going to be occupied with… other activities.

Steve’s glare was unwavering as he watched Billy walk over to the coffee table, set down his beer, and sink into the couch. You followed, sitting down in between them, your small couch forcing your shoulders to touch theirs.

“You gonna play the movie, or what, Harrington?” Billy asked after a few moments of silence, seemingly oblivious to the massive amount of tension in the room. Steve kept staring him down, his stone-cold expression unwavering. “You got a problem or somethin’!?” Billy questioned.

Steve finally cracked a smile – not the good kind. “Yeah, I do, Hargrove.”

“Steve –”

Billy stood up. “Do something about it, then.”

Steve followed suit, coming face to face with him. He knew Billy was asking for a fight, and you only hoped that Steve wasn’t going to throw the first punch. “I’m not gonna hit you,” he finally said.

“Then we don’t have a problem,” Billy smirked, “Now, I’m real sorry if you’re jealous ‘cause your girl over here decided she wanted to be my little whore instead of yours but –”

You stood up as soon as you saw Steve’s hand ball up into a fist, putting yourself between them. “Steve,” you started calmly, “it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not fuckin’ okay, Y/N! Why do you let him talk about you like that!?”

Your breath hitched when you suddenly felt Billy’s hand snake around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. His lips were brushing against your ear as he answered Steve’s question. “‘Cause she likes it, Harrington.” And just like that, you were a puddle again. “Don’t you, baby?”

You nodded in response to Billy, but your eyes were on Steve. He gulped as he watched Billy’s hand travel up your body, cupping your breast over your work shirt – the same one Billy said he’d help take off earlier that day. You weren’t sure why you were allowing him to touch you like this in front of Steve, but you didn’t want him to stop. And it’s not like Steve was looking away. No, Steve was biting his lower lip and watching every single move.

“C’mon, Harrington,” Billy egged on, slipping his hand under your shirt now, revealing your bare stomach to your best friend.

Steve’s eyes met with yours in a way that was asking for permission. You didn’t know what was happening, or how the tension switched from uneasy to hot and heavy so fast, but you didn’t care. All you knew was that you had been thinking about this since Billy had put the thought in your head, and you wanted it. Wanted them.

“You really gonna make me put on a show?” you quipped, giving Steve the green light.

He huffed a nervous laugh, running his hand down his face in a last attempt to stop himself, because God, he wanted to make you feel good, too. But he also wanted you to be sure.

You whimpered as Billy pinched your nipple, unsure of when his hand got there, but you weren’t complaining. You glanced down at the bulge in Steve’s pants, moaning softly as you felt Billy’s against your ass. You reached out your hand for Steve, and he took it hesitantly, allowing you to guide him to your hip.

“Y/N…” he breathed, and fuck, you wanted him so bad.

You nodded again. “Please, Steve.”

And just like that, his resolve snapped. He stepped closer, his hands exploring all the places that Billy’s weren’t. Billy grabbed underneath your chin and turned your head, kissing you rough and hard and sloppy. Steve took the opportunity to attack your exposed neck, his hands working on undoing your pants as he sucked bruises onto your skin. Billy tweaked your nipple again, and you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s a good girl, such a good fuckin’ slut,” he praised, as he let your face go and moved his hands down to work on the buttons on the front of your shirt. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder before you felt cold air hit your core, realizing that Steve already had your jeans down to your ankles, along with your underwear. He pulled them all the way off as Billy did the same with your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra for about five seconds before Billy took that off, too. His hands came back to your boobs, and you looked down at Steve who was placing your right leg over his shoulder as he kissed up your inner calf. His eyes met yours and he smirked, because neither him nor Billy had really done anything and you were already looking halfway to fucked out.

“You okay?” he asked sweetly, as his lips found your inner thigh.

You nodded, because it’s all you could bring yourself to do. You watched as he worked his way up your leg, stopping when he got to your core. You squealed as Billy roughly grabbed one of your ass cheeks, giving it a tight squeeze, reminding you that he was still there. You could feel his lips on the other side of your neck, and if you were covered in hickies tomorrow you would kill them both.

“Christ, you have such a pretty fuckin’ cunt, Y/N,” Steve said, and he seemed to be in awe, the way he was looking at it. You threw your head back onto Billy’s shoulder, leaning on him for balance.

“Then fucking do something about it,” you said through gritted teeth, getting overwhelmed by the pressure you were feeling in your core and frustrated that no one had done anything about it yet. You heard Billy chuckle in your ear – deep and low and dangerous. Like you were in trouble.

“That’s not a very nice way to ask for what you want,” he chastised, pinching your nipple hard, causing you to yelp.

You lifted your head and looked down at Steve, who didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass how or even if you asked; he was on a mission and he wanted to finish it. But he was looking back at you, expectant, almost, and so you did what felt right. “Please, Steve. I want you,” you begged, and he tilted his head, feigning confusion. So, he decided he liked playing Billy’s little games, after all.

“Want me to what?” he asked, eyebrows raised, his eyes still on yours as he got closer to your core. He was such a fucking tease, you could strangle him for it.

“Eat me out, Steve, please,” you begged, because to hell with your dignity. You lost that the minute you started sleeping with Billy, anyway.

He smirked before happily obliging, his tongue exploring your folds, his hands gripping your thighs. You turned your head, your lips meeting with Billy’s again, and he smiled into the kiss as his hand traveled down your spine, your ass, and to your pussy, grunting in approval at the wetness between your legs. Steve’s tongue came to flick at your clit – expertly, might you add – causing you to attempt to move your hips away from his muscle. But Billy was as solid as a brick wall, and he used the opportunity to slip two fingers inside of you from behind.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, Billy’s fingers working in tandem with the movements of Steve’s tongue, the coil in your abdomen tightening.

“Yeah, that feel good, baby?” Billy asked. “You gonna cum on Harrington’s tongue? On my fingers?” He lightly flicked his thumb over your nipple with his free hand, bringing you to the brink of a release.

You let out noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking lightly. Billy’s fingers were alternating between scissoring you open and thrusting in and out, and before you knew it you were cumming all over them, and all over Steve’s tongue, as your orgasm washed over you.

“Good girl,” Billy praised. “There’s a good little slut.”

They continued their ministrations as you came down from your high, Steve gently taking your leg off his shoulder once he was sure you’d be able to stand. You barely had a moment to breathe before Billy was spinning you around, causing you to whimper from the loss of his fingers. He sat down on the couch, his back against the arm, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other remained on the floor, pulling you onto the cushions in front of him so you were on your knees, in between his legs. You already knew what to do and immediately started on his belt, feeling a dip in the couch behind you. It was Steve’s breath on your ear now as you unbuttoned Billy’s jeans, his hands kneading your breasts as you unzipped Billy’s pants.

“I still don’t like the way he talks to you,” Steve whispered, “but I’ll give it to him. This is nothing if not slutty.” You couldn’t hold back the smile that came to your lips as you pulled Billy’s jeans down as far as they’d go – which was just far enough for his cock to spring free, considering the position he was sitting in. You reached for it, stroking him lightly, as Steve’s hand wrapped gently around your neck. “And I can’t say that I hate it,” he added. You purposefully ground against him, eliciting a groan from his lips, before you leaned forward and took Billy in your mouth. You always loved the way his cock felt on your tongue; heavy and soft, and just big enough to leave a nice ache in your jaw the next morning. Your pussy was fully pressed up against Steve’s clothed erection, his hands on your hips as he watched you take Billy all the way down your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N. Look at me, baby,” Billy moaned, his hand tangling in your hair as he pushed you further down on his dick, holding you there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock in your mouth. You want Harrington to fuck you?” he asked. You nodded around him, best you could without gagging. “Yeah, you want him to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours while you suck my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, tears forming in your eyes because he hadn’t let you up to breathe yet.

“You heard her, Harrington,” Billy said, continuing to look at you.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Steve asked – ever the gentleman – and Billy finally let you up so you could answer.

“Yes, fucking fuck me, Harrington,” you replied between catching your breath. Billy gave you a few seconds before pushing you back down on his cock again, and you could hear the zipper of Steve’s pants behind you, his cock running through your folds moments later.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ dripping, babe,” he commented, and you moaned at the praise as Billy began using your mouth as a fuck toy, bobbing your head up and down his dick. The next time he pushed you all the way down and held you there, Steve used the opportunity to enter you, his cock stretching you open in ways Billy’s fingers never could. You whined around Billy’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine as he let his head fall back, a long, drawn out, “fuuuuck”, from Steve filling the room as he bottomed out inside you. Billy started bobbing your head again, and as soon as Steve started thrusting at the same time, you were a goner. Tears ran down your cheeks, Steve’s cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, Billy’s moans only spurring you on. You felt like your soul had left your body, like you were floating in some plane of ecstasy, never wanting any of it to end. Billy reached down to give attention to your nipples, Steve kept smacking your ass, and you felt like jello. You wrapped your hand around Billy’s shaft, working in tandem with your mouth, coaxing him closer and closer to his release. Steve’s thrusts were getting erratic and sloppy, and you knew he was close. You were feeling a second orgasm coming on, and God, you wanted to cum around his cock so badly while Billy came in your mouth.

“Oh, shit,” Billy gasped, his breaths short and quick. “Shit, shit, oh, fuck.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Steve started behind you, “Fuck, oh my – fuuuck.”

You felt Billy’s cock twitch, and then Steve’s, and then they were both filling you up from either end as a second wave of pleasure washed over you. You swallowed down everything Billy had to offer, your pussy clenching around Steve’s cock, your arms shaking as you tried to hold yourself up, eventually allowing yourself to collapse onto Billy’s stomach. Nothing but heavy breathing filled the room for a few minutes, before Steve gingerly pulled out of you and helped you off of Billy, allowing him to sit up as well. Steve handed you your discarded shirt, which you promptly put back on, followed by your underwear that was at your feet. And then the three of you just sat there, staring at the blank TV that was supposed to have been used tonight.

“That was…” you began, not sure what to say, but also glad that the tension from earlier was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed.

Billy chuckled. “You two,” he began, zipping up his pants and buckling his belt, “are fuckin’ prudes.” He reached over, grabbing a bottle of beer from the six pack on the coffee table. “But can’t say I wouldn’t be up for it again.”

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honesttoglob · 6 months

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Ok so few thoughts on the Season 2 Bigtop Burger Supercut:

- Apparently the "freakazoids" that Cesare and the underworld have been keeping tabs on are Cryptids. I had suspected the freakazoids in question might be demons as Hell is taking some responsibility for them but they're cryptids??? Man, that just makes me sad, leave bigfoot alone :(((((

- One of the cryptids pictured is Flatwoods Monster, who, according to legend, is also an alien. The other two appear to be Mothman and though I'm a bit fuzzy on this one some sort of bigfoot or yeti creature. He's wearing a lil stetson hat. Did Cesare use the stetson hat trick before?

- The second still shown in the credits appears to be Munkustrap descending onto Earth on some sort of spacecraft as the Bigtop and Zomburger crews watch. They appear to be in the same positions/outfits as when Cesare whack-a-moled Steve into hell. Which is????? Idk what to make of that. Could Flatwoods Monster have some kind of alien technology that they used to contact Clown World? Are we finally gonna have Clown vs Undead War??????? I wonder how Munkustrap will react to seeing other clowns in the pink-yellow-blue spotted outfit which Tim, Penny and Billie are wearing, which seems to be a pattern which all banished clowns are exiled in. Looking forward to see how he looks now that he's aged! Also, I like that this scene implies the Zomburger and Bigtop gangs stick together! Which I want them too! SO BADLY!!!

- As @fr0stmask mentioned in a reply on this post, the spacecraft Munkustrap is seen on is actually a tire, as in the musical Cats, cats who are deemed worthy are sent up to the Heaviside Layer on a TIRE!!! Thanks for the info!

- What if the Cats performance is literal, and one clown actually gets sent "up to the heaviside layer", and that's what happened to Munkustrap and how he got the tire spacecraft. Steve got booted out via banishment and Munkustrap was chosen to ascend, but in the end they both ended up in the same place.

- Frances, Conrad and Allen look visibly upset when they realize Cesare isn't actually proposing a truce and is still up to his antagonistic bullshit.

- The image of Cesare in his weird little Cabinet of Dr. Caligari coffin makes my stomach do little back filps. We've seen Tim, Penny, Billie, Frances, Conrad, Allen, and Steve all in their own homes (For Steve it's his truck where he sleeps) but Never Cesare! Seeing him in there makes me nervous honestly because in the image, his box/cabinet has two doors on its front, with no handles inside, which suggests it closes from the outside and he's "stored" in there and deanimated (seeing as his eyes are closed and this is the only time we've seen him at rest) when not in use. This would add metaphorical meaning to Cesare's comments about being a puppet vendor, as now that's all he is- a puppet. He looks like a little doll being stored in his box. This seems to suggest something I've long suspected, that the "1000 year sentence" Cesare is being held on by the underworld may be bullshit, and he won't actually be allowed to go on retirement. Instead, this idea of his sentence one day ending is merely meant to motivate and control him, like a carrot being held in front of a horse. Could that candle shown at the end be his lifeforce? When its lit maybe he's animate, while when its snuffed out, he's a lifeless husk kept in a box.

- You think Cesare's and Steve's footie pajamas have a similar narrative role? Like to make them easily identifiable as rejects (in Steve's case) or property (in Cesare's case)? You think they're just meant to be dehumanizing or a source of shame?

- Tim was the first one to find Steve, which makes me feel fucked up that Steve still doesn't know his name and seems to mis-name him the most :(((((( Tom and Toby???????? I mean I get that my man likely has memory issues, he's very old and he hit his head very hard on the ground and he refuses to go easy on that fckng juul

- Baby Tim is so cute and handsome I'm dying

- The alley Steve emerges into in the after credits scene seems to rememble the alley with the hole in the ground that Conrad recounts Cesare getting money from. Is this because the underworld was able to track Steve's ascent through the ground to Earth's surface? Is this the same hole Cesare enters and exits the underworld from?

- Also, Steve spits out some rocks when he reaches the surface. U think that's how he started thinking of rocks as food? They just kimda got in ther and he thought "mmmnm yummy!"

- Based on the timelime and my own calcumalations, Steve landed in Sweden, creating the crater which is now known as the Siljan ring, and emerged a whole continent over in North America (at least I'm assuming the show takes place in North America. The driving wheel is on the left side, right? And everyone has American accents? (Except Tim) Is that enough?)

I have a theory that Penny reminds Steve of his own mother. Both women have the same voice actress (Lindsay Small-Butera, my beloved ;-;), and in season one, while Steve is high, once he hears Penny's voice, he shapeshifts into his child form (which I think might have been the last time he saw his mom before she dropped him off at Christian-Acting Camp) and asks her for soup. He's even in the same Little Lord Fontleroy outift. Also, at the Food Truck Expo, when Steve sees Cesare approaching him, he hides behind Penny's back. Also, they have a similar appearance in hair color and clown makeup.

- Speaking of Steve's family, in the scene where Steve is about to be shot into space, there are three clowns who stick out from the crowd. One, with a haircut resembling Steve's mother's on the right (I believe this is her), Munkustrap in the center (at least I believe this is him, their hair and faces are similar) and a male figure on the left. I believe this figure on the left is Steve's father, and Munkustrap is either Steve's brother or past love interest (I think him being his brother is more realistic because him being Steve's love interest and sending him into space is I think too dark even for this show).

- I think the clown actors in Cats may only refer to eachother by their character names. Munkustrap is given no other name, and Steve being stripped of his name as "Old Deut" is seen as a big deal.

- I noticed whenever male clowns get old, their hair develops into sort of a tonsure style with a little dollop of hair sitting right in the middle of their bald spot. Peanut has this, along with Steve's father, and Steve is also developing this as well, based on the wicked widow's peak he has whenever his hat is off.

- bro I wanna see Cesare and Munkustrap interact so bad. What if they get jealous of eachother like, "No! I'm the only emo twink that gets to make Steve's life a living hell, who the fck are you???"

- I want them. To fight lol

- Cat fight!!!!!

- I may be stretching with this one but Munkustrap and Cesare just look kinda visually similar to me? At least with the black onesie and the dark unkempt hair. You think there's a reason for that? Or is it more metaphorical, as in these are just two people who have an impact on Steve's life in that they do their best to not let him fit in with the general society?

- In the still of Munkustrap descending from the sky, Conrad is build like a brick shit house frfr

Just needed to get these thoughts out of my head so they don't weigh down on my humors and make me bad at art and work and remembering to eat food and sleep and bathe and breathe for the next however many months it is before another episode O-O

#bigtop burger #worthikids #btb #btb steve #btb cesare

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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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Related to my prev post:

I don't give two shits if Bruce is written like a bad dad if it means we get good writing for everybody else since i think minorities are more important than a white cishet male nepotism baby unlike his butch lesbian counterpart who's judaism is an actual fundamental part of her character and since he's been written as abusive so consistently over the years it's in-character anyway

Dick can be both bi/pan and demisexual and there's more evidence for the latter than the former so making him be sexually loose is aspec erasure and mspec stereotyping and he dosen't have a thing for redheads,he has a thing for black women and to me the only guy he seems to like romantically is Roy and that adds on to his demisexuality since they're childhood best friends

'Catholic guilt Jason' is a shit headcanon that misses the major and critical part of him being Red Hood that he didn't feel the slightest bit bad about killing people and the point of his redemption was learning remorse,afrolatino Jason isn't based on stereotyping but him filling out so many black and latino cultural aspects and if any hcs for him are stereotyping it's the one that he's a slut because he's a very handsome and hot and cute goth punk man

Tim is perfect the way he is and dosen't need power ups or to get 'punished' for the oh so horrible crime of being a realistic teenage boy,he's not JUST huge a loser or a super cool dude but both at once and it's bad writing and fetishistic to ignore his wide range of relathionships that consists of mostly of women to make him a 'guys guy'

Stephanie is heavily autistic and bpd-coded so she's far from a 'normie',much less an 'it girl' but people see blonde hair and blue eyes and throw away everything else about her because that's all she's worth to them or call her an abuser and a pick me just like they do irl bpdtistic women and she's also canonically pastel/indie punk and a Team Mom but gets her presentation switched to basic and made out to be a womanchild instead

Cass had a million times more moral conflict than Jason ever did,would never in her LIFE wanna be feminine even in the chinese way and would be butch in it instead,turning her scattered speech into sign language is ableist not unlike(but not on the same level as)changing Babs' type of wheelchair disability and she'd be a better Batman than any male character in existense

Duke is only a golden child in the sense he has a yellow motif and is as disruptive and authentically quirky as his siblings,We Are Robin is a better team than the canon Outlaws,his powers are cooler than any Al-Ghul ones you could come up with,he has more femme energy than Tim does and Carrie Kelley ain't shit and only gets brought back to replace him because DC is antiblack

Damian's introduction mentality was a result of not only child abuse but also psychological grooming to get him to dehumanize himself and all his bigoted comments are explained either by him being like 12 or his writers trying to demonize brown people and anybody who thinks he's a bad person is a super-sized pissbaby with no sympathy for kids of color,shipping him with Jon is making a bisexual man into a ped0phile and Jay is good even if aging Jon up wasn't and he should be friends with Maya,Suren,Nell,Colin,Kathy,Maps,Tai and Miles,Gwen,Peni,Pavitr,Hobie and Margo from Atsv and Nico and Hazel from Pjo instead of Billy Batson or Danny Fenton or ANY Mcu characters

Talia is super hot but should be drawn in accurate arab clothes instead 'sexy assasian gear'(not that these two can't co-exist but you get what i mean),her personality is extremely rich and her stories are mega interesting,she's a good mom to Damian and literally never 'took advantage of Jason' seeing as That Scene In Lost Days was decanonized by it's writer who said it was ooc for her on his part,she should've been a mom figure to Stephanie in her Robin Days too since they would get along and she deserved her own run where she takes over Lexcorp to transform it into a force for good and become Superfam-adjacent to free herself from having only male connections

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elvesandlanterns · 1 year

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Ghost Helpline part 9

Konstelacio walked to the Egyptian palace. Much like how Johnnys bike rode on nonexistent roads Konstelacio walked on invisible ground, she believed the Zone would not let her fall and so it didn’t.

—- —- —-

Tim drove past his old home what use to be Drake Manor. He somehow doubted his family had noticed he sold it. He doubted they had noticed the moving trucks and contractors. He told himself it would be because they were busy. It felt like a hallow excuse.

Once Bruce figured it out he would want answers. Tim had them planned, Masters dubious escapades in criminal activity had been on the decline. As well as Masters sudden disappearance a few years ago, required their attention just in case.

Inwardly Tim had had a single conversation with the man, spotted a gaggle of teens who looked happy and sold it to the man on the spot.

When Tim thought over the conversation later, he would call the emotion that came over him jealousy and decide to ignore it.

—- —- —-

“Your highness, it appears Princess Violet will be sealing an audience.”

“Send her in immediately! “ Tucker shouted excitingly, Violet was such a sweet girl, he adored her visits. She usual came with the pretense of picking up her more technically inclined brother but Chad wasn’t here as of late. Which only meant one of three things.

She was coming here to hide.

She was coming in for a check up. (Doubtful.)

Or she was coming here to ask for help.

“Prepare some light snacks, our comfiest seat and coloring pages.” Tucker hoped she was okay, he would never admit it but if he didn’t know any better he would have assumed Violet was Danny’s clone too. In personality at least. Where Dani had gotten Danny’s loud passion, Violet had gotten Danny’s self loathing. Where Dani had his fearless determination Violet had his self sacrificing down to an alarming degree. Dani had her fathers laugh, Violet had his best friends fear of abandonment.

Yeah, Tucker would never admit it but Danny and his ex-arch enemies kid had a lot in common. He sighed oh well. It was fine, if anything it made him and Sam love her all the more. Their niece, their little constellation.

—- —- —-

Billy breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be back home.

“Captain Marvel, Dr Fate we need to talk. We have a situation.”

Billy sighed he thought to soon.

Zeus: lolz!

Hercules: L L L

Mercury: Run fuck this noise

Billy shushed them, he just wanted to go home. The faster they got threw this the better.

Batman explained.

Solomon: He’s on to us! Kill him!!!

Billy: No we are not killing Batman

Atlas: he’s a threat to our your family Billy, I hate to agree with the old man

Solomon: Hey!

Atlas: but perhaps it’s time to move on

“Captain Marvel are you paying attention. This is serious.”

“Of course of course. But uh what exactly do you want me to do here?”

“I need information.”

“I don’t -“

“Marvel you are a terrible liar, also.” The man dressed as bat shrugged in the direction of superman. Right Superman, a living lie detector.

Billy: well fuck

Mercury: RUN

Solomon: oh is that it? Well then Billy just don’t ‘lie’

Billy could hear the smirk in man’s voice. Well two could play at this game. But first to get Dr.Fate off the field.

“I’m leaving.”

Well never mind then Fate was doing it for him.

Maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

“Dr Fate we need-“

“All is as it should be. Before I am a leaguer I am a Lord of Order. You would all do better to not interfere with which you do not understand.”

Yeah you tell them!

“Especially not with those as vile as demons.”

Billy took it back the bastard could suffer.

In that moment Fate left and two pairs of eyes landed on Billy himself. Goddamn it.

“So … what exactly do you want to know. I’ll do my best but I make no promises to answer everything.”

“THATS -“

“That is enough boys.” Wonder Woman walked in, “We are her to ask for help not interrogate our fellow leaguers. Now then Batman what evidence do you have to think both the girl and Captain Marvel know one another in the first place.”

“ Coordinates“

“What?”

“Coordinates from the demons location line up with the new coordinates you’ve sporadically been taking for the past year or so.”

“Batman that hardly proves-“

“Yes I know her.” Billy wasn’t getting around this, and maybe he could use it to paint Konstelacio in a better light. After all they had to understand, they were his heroes they had to understand that his sister wouldn’t hurt them. Not unless provoked.

—- —- —-

Clark could see Bruce sag in relief, the quest for answers over. But Clark didn’t think it be that easy, Captain Marvel may be immature but his loyalty was relentless. Something in the way he held himself could only leave Clark to believe that Konstelacio had earned that loyalty. Clark looked at Bruce again and sighed instead of voicing his opinion after all it’s not as if he was the detective, no he was just a journalist. Clark eye rolled internally.

“How?”

“She is… my sister in arms.”

Both him and Diana froze.

// … even by demon standards I assume you’re rather young …..//

Clarks hands clenched and unclenched, “What?” He must have heard wrong? Right, right even demons must care about their young.

“She is my sister in arms. She is a good person.”

“A good person, she’s a demon.”

Captain glowered actually glowered at Batman, Clark thought as he twitched to put himself between the two.

“And so is Superman and he’s an alien, so so what? Or is it different because he happens to look like you?”

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troublewithvampires · 9 months

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//been having So many thoughts lately about victor being a lil incel about salvatore and how that might change up their dynamic. tag ramble related.

#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」#//LIKE ok. i'm definitely not saying that victor only like. abused and dehumanized sal b/c he was attracted to him #//i think he would've done that regardless. this just adds a new layer of context.#//also incel might not be the right term here but i hope it gets the vibes across #//but just like. yeah the idea of victor being very attracted to sal #//at the time in sal's life where he's like. peak internalized homophobia #//and mixing up with the genuine resentment victor feels towards sal as well for being such an asshole to him #//and representing like. the ideal of what victor could be vs what he really is #//all the while seeing him for WHO he really is #//sexual interest..... admiration and friendship.... deep-seated resentment #//just a whole mess of complicated feelings #//victor's like. i want to be salvatore. i want to fuck salvatore. i want to kill salvatore.#//actually i've been thinking on this for a while lmao i just haven't talked about it much #//just something about the fact that the easiest solution to victor's problem would've been to kill sal #//(his problem being that he perceived sal as turning against him)#//like... incredibly easy solution. victor killed a lot of people. he could've even done it himself #//but instead he chose to punish sal in a very specific way that keeps sal under his control #//allowing him to torture sal more but also allowing himself unlimited and exclusive access to sal #//just. idk victor's really interesting to me #//he's always had the potential to appear as a guest muse but. hmmmm. thinking.#ask to tag

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Gyu's Melancholy Serenade

POV:Gyu was an idol, you were his producer

genre:fluff

wc:~3.3k

★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆─ listen to Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish

You've been working with TXT for quite some time now. Ever since the start of debut, you've watched them grow from boys to men, while at the same time also growing with them in the process. You were around the same age group as them, just a little bit older.

You don't know how it happened, but the stars aligned for you. You knew that you've always wanted to be in the music industry and you’ve been working on your craft ever since high school.

You had a family friend, who is in the industry who had heard a few of your works before. One thing led to another, and here you were under the company, producing for Tomorrow x Together.

Initially, when you first started working with the boys, there were challenges of course. Y’all were fairly new to all this. Communicating the vision of how the album should sound like. The way that they should sing to get a certain tone or emotion to convey feelings(with the help of a vocal producer). Yet, despite the hurdles, their unwavering determination always drives you to do your best. They were like your light in the darkness.

Company policies also dictated a professional boundary between producers and artists, restricting interactions outside the recording studio.

It wasn't like TXT was trying to be rude. When they saw you outside of the recording studio, no interactions were allowed to be made, which made you feel restricted and dehumanized at times, but such rules were unfortunately commonplace in the K-pop industry, where scandals lurked at every corner.

However, when you were on the other side of the recording studio, and it was time for the boys to record, it was like all the negative energy that you got from the company rules was washed away.

Their excitement to sing always made you forget that there was anything bad to start with. They always had a smile on their face, beaming at you in the recording booth, never failed to keep you going, this was enough.

You weren’t expecting anything but to your surprise, one member didn't care much about the rules. When y'all would walk past each other during office hours, he would still treat you the same as how he would treat you in the recording booth. He would greet you with a half bow (because you were still older than him), smiling until his dimples showed, with eyes that were as clear as the night sky.

Over time, the company realized the interaction that you and Gyu had, but they didn't do anything about it and let you guys be. You guessed it was just a rule that had to be implemented for everyone since at that point, they were still in their early years of debut.

But once things started to get settled, you realized that TXT would begin to greet everyone whenever they saw people they worked with before, which included you.

Since Gyu was the first member who didn't treat you differently despite the rule, you've always felt a certain bias towards him. And over the years, because of the love of music, you guys would usually have discussions on song ideas as Gyu also wanted to compose and produce music for the team. Therefore you guys had a common interest to talk about.

As TXT's popularity grew, more albums were also in the lineup of being recorded. Recently, while they were recording for their new album Minisode 3: Tomorrow, they were also preparing for their world tour Act Promise.

You were actually kind of getting worried for them as when they would enter the recording booth, they wouldn't be in their best condition. Even though they weren't well they still had no choice but to finish the recording, and if on that day of recording, they had tried their best but weren't able to get the sound that was wanted in the album, they would have to come back the next day to hopefully finish it up.

You felt so bad, seeing them being overworked and tired in the recording booths even though they tried not to show it. Always putting a smile on their faces, pretending everything was alright when it wasn’t. They were getting overworked and they needed rest stat!

You were especially worried for Gyu, as you saw that he was struggling more compared to when he did for the last album. He wasn't in his best condition and the notes that he had to hit weren't his usual range either.

Whenever you had to stop him to tell him which parts he had to re-record, you could see him listening attentively to your instructions but you could see the pain in his eyes.

He was blaming himself on the other side of the recording booth, in his head. Knowing that he could do it, but because of him being unwell, he wasn't able to perform as well as he wanted to.

You could understand his pain because it can be frustrating when you know what you are supposed to do for the task at hand but aren't able to complete it.

A short break wouldn't hurt anyone, right? When someone is ever feeling down, you shouldn't press on the matter further and should do anything you can to take your mind off it.

So you told Gyu to rest for a while, and that you were going to the toilet. But in fact, you went down to the company's cafeteria to get a drink for him that would help with his throat and some strawberries as you knew that he loved them.

When you came back, you saw that Gyu was waiting for you at your side of the recording studio. He was surprised, to say the least when he saw you back in the booth with one drink and strawberries in your hand.

One drink? For both of us? He thought.

"Here Gyu, here's something for your throat 'cause I know you aren't feeling that well now, and some strawberries because I know you love them."

Gyu was touched. He was working so hard that he had neglected his health and now, here you were, taking care of him.

"Thank you, but you didn't need to do this."

"It isn't much but I wanted to. I felt bad, seeing you being tired yet you still have to record until you get it right. It's the least I can do, and the only thing I can do within my means. It's not much but I hope you can accept it." you replied.

With that, he accepted your kind gesture and finished the strawberries. He then went back into the recording booth with the drink that you gave him to soothe his throat, taking sips as and when he felt that his throat was acting up.

“Remember not to stress so much about finishing the recording today alright? There’s always tomorrow and the day after that. Let’s just do what we can for today.” You said through the talkback. And showed Gyu a hwaiting action, encouraging him that he got this.

“Okay I think we should stop here for today, I don’t want you to strain your voice any more than you already did. Drink lots of water and get lots of rest! See you tomorrow!” You said to Gyu.

“See you Noona, and thank you for the strawberries and the drink, I appreciated it a lot.”

“Anytime Gyu.”

That day, Gyu went back to the dorms having a lot on his mind. He was thinking of ways on how he could recover quicker to not disappoint you in tomorrow’s session, whether he should go to bed immediately without having dinner, and the fact that you were so caring towards him today, getting him strawberries and a drink for his throat.

Did you do the same for the rest of the members? Or was that only for him?

Gyu didn’t know when it started but maybe it was because you guys had sometimes spent time with each other discussing song ideas. During those discussions, he always felt a peace of mind, comfortable in your presence, being himself without a care in the world, because he knew that you wouldn’t judge him for anything.

He loved spending his time talking with you despite his busy schedule. The way your eyes sparkled when you were talking about things that interest you. Your endless rambling about how a certain sound would sound great with the member's voices, or a type of genre that they could try in the future. He could listen to you talk forever.

He loved the idea of being with you, even though it wasn’t possible. Just spending time with you like this is enough for him at this moment.

And that’s all that mattered.

When the rest of the members came back, he had to do a little interrogation session with them, to see whether you also gave them the same treatment you had given him.

Needless to say, a love sick smiling Gyu was left after he found out that the special treatment he received from you was only for him. And also found out that you had sent the members home early so that they could get more rest and come back the next day to record instead.

How could anyone get more kind, pure, and innocent than you? You were the treasure that everyone was seeking but he was glad that he discovered you first.

Thanks to your quick decision-making in letting the members have more rest the previous day, the recording session went through like a breeze. The members thanked you and left once they had finished their sessions. Gyu was the last member to record and once he was done, you gave him praises and words of encouragement that he sounded so much better today compared to the previous day.

As you were about to wrap up the session, shutting down the computer, you saw that Gyu was trying to say something through the microphone. So you unmuted him and spoke through the talkback mic.

"Could you repeat what you just said Gyu? I wasn't able to hear you just now."

After you said that, embarrassment washed over him like a sudden tide, tinting his cheeks with a flush as he reluctantly repeated his words.

"Since Noona treated me to some snacks and gave me a drink for my throat, I wanted to repay you for your kindness. Would you like to have lunch with me? I know it's not much but I want to treat Noona to something nice too."

"Ah, I couldn't do that, you're already busy as it is, you don't have to repay me Gyu, I did that because I wanted to and I didn't expect anything in return."

Stop because how selfless and perfect could you get? Gyu thought to himself. It was undeniably noticeable but Gyu was falling for you more than he already had.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I've already checked with my manager and my next schedule is practice at 6 pm so I have time." you could hear the smile behind his voice.

"Hmm alright then, let me pack up and I'll meet you in the hallway," you replied Gyu.

He immediately took off the headphones in excitement and exited the recording booth. Gyu was nervouscited(nervous x excited)to say the least, he didn't think you would agree to it, but you did in the end.

You could only laugh at his actions, because you thought could a lunch date make someone that happy?

Wait, lunch date? What were your thoughts even saying?

This isn't a lunch date, it's just Gyu's gesture of repaying your kindness, you told yourself. You didn't want to get excited over something that couldn't even be bound to happen.

It was sad that you guys felt the same way for each other(but you both didn't know it), but he was an idol and you were a producer. Nothing could happen, right?

"So Gyu what would you like to have?" you asked when y'all were in front of the dessert bar at the company.

"Wait Noona, I'm supposed to be treating you," Gyu said in a confused tone.

"Oh right, my bad." Maybe it was because he was 3 years younger than you but you'd always looked out for him. So you guessed you said it out of habit.

"Hm, I think I'll get the choco cake then, it's been a while since I had even had choco cake anyways."

"We will get one choco cake and one strawberry cake please," Gyu told the cashier and headed to a table with your desserts.

Y'all were talking about random things. Gyu was rambling to you about funny events that happened in the team and it made you feel like you were friends.

"Noona, I also had an idea for an upcoming project that I wanted to do. I was thinking of recording a cover of Sukidakara for the fans. I think they would love it."Gyu said in excitement.

"Oh that would be nice, we can schedule a recording in maybe 1-2 weeks? When your schedule isn't that packed? Don't want you to be overworking yourself Gyu."

"Yes, that would be great! I can't wait to work with you again Noona, I always have an enjoyable time with you."

A gentle fluttering sensation stirred within you every time he called you Noona. When the other members called you Noona, it didn't affect you one bit. Yet, with Gyu, his voice held a sweetness that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, filling every word with a gentle affection that melted your heart.

You didn't want to admit it but you were clearly in love with him. You just wanted to scream because you knew that you shouldn't be feeling this way, especially for him. It was something that couldn't happen.

After you said your goodbyes to Gyu, you mentally told yourself that you needed to draw a line, you couldn't let this feeling grow any more than it already had.

While Gyu on the other hand, felt like he was floating on clouds. During practice, the members thought that there was something wrong with him because he would usually be loud, but that day, they didn't hear a single noise from him. All he could think about was the time you guys would meet again in 1-2 weeks.

The time came for the recording of Gyu's cover of Sukidakara. Usually in recordings, you would have the lyrics sheet beside you as well, so that you could communicate with the singer.

But since this song was in Japanese, you had the Romanization and the English lyrics for it, which you had read through and you thought it was an adorable song.

Gyu was in great condition today. You guys went through recording Verses 1 and the chorus easily. But while recording the 2nd verse, there was a line that said :

'I don't like you because you're cute. You're cute because I like you'

When you first read through that you didn't think much about it. But when you were recording Gyu, there was a moment of eye contact that happened between you two. Heat ran through both of your cheeks when that happened. Because in that moment, it felt that he was singing those words for you.

The way that you had to try your best and keep your composure, as you mentally told yourself that no more feelings should grow.

Guess it wasn't that effective, because throughout the entire recording after that incident, all you could think about was that moment.

When the session was over, you asked Gyu to come over to your side of the recording booth, which he quickly did.

"Gyu you were in great condition. You managed to record so quickly today while still conveying the emotions needed."

"What can I say, I have 5 years' worth of experience, of course, this would be easy." There was a subtle smirk in his voice, he knew he did well.

"It was amazing Gyu. I hope your fans love it as much as I did."

"You did?"Gyu asked.

"Yes! The way you sang in Japanese gave me chills. It sounded like you were native."

If you stood any closer to Gyu, you would have been able to hear his heart, because it was pounding like crazy. He always felt a certain way whenever he heard compliments from you, a feeling that lifted his spirits and filled him with joy.

"Well, I guess, that's it. We can finally go home!" you said.

But when you said that, you saw that Gyu's face changed. He wanted to stay with you a little longer. He didn't want this moment to end.

"Weird, aren't you supposed to be happy that you get to go home early?" you accidentally said out loud.

"Well yeah, but I want to spend more time with you Noona. I always enjoy my time with you. You make me feel so happy and fuzzy inside."

'Ok, what in the world was happening right now? Is this even real? Why was the Choi Beomgyu from Tomorrow X Together saying all these to you? Was this a confession?'

"Wait Gyu, why are you even saying all these?"

A sigh escaped him.

"The only time I can see Noona is when we are recording for a new album, and that isn't frequent. And now that we are about to go on tour, I won't even be able to see you for a few months. And I don't want to make any more excuses, because honestly, I'm running out of excuses just to come and spend time with you."

"So what I'm trying to say is that I have feelings for you Noona. I know that I shouldn't but, you can't help who you fall in love with, and that person for me, is you." Gyu said, his voice tinged with sorrow.

Someone come and pinch you right now. This cannot be happening. You were trying so hard to put a stop to your feelings. But Gyu is now, right in front of you telling you that he has feelings for you too. This can't be real.

"Gyu you know we can't."

"We can, but maybe just in secret. I think my manager would freak out on me if I mentioned anything about dating with the tour coming up."

Gyu paused before saying, "I really can't help myself. I think about you more than I should. Like what you are up to, whether you have already taken your meals. How I want to text you and ask how your day was like and to tell you all about mine."

Well from what you could see, Gyu was clearly as in love with you as you were with him. And how could you say no to him? Him saying all this in pout with his boba eyes. You were so weak for him.

"Hm, I guess we can give it a try... but if anyone suspects anything I am running the other way," you said jokingly.

"We can both run and elope together. Kidding. I'll make sure that no one finds out. I'm good at keeping secrets anyway."

"I'll text you later tonight okay Noona? I like you so much." with that he kissed you on the cheek and went out of the recording studio first, leaving you in a daze.

What is your life right now? You just got a secret boyfriend who was none other than Choi Beomgyu. No one wake you up from this perfect dream.

"Ding" a notification from your phone interrupted your thoughts.

'It's not a dream xoxo' you saw who it was from, Gyu. Was he a mind reader now? How did he know?

Maybe an idol x producer could work out after all.

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The best Sherlock Holmes adaptation (that people hardly know)

The stories and adventures of Sherlock Holmes is probably one of the most well-known, most referenced, and most recognizable series out there, as well as one with an insane number of adaptations. Hell, Sherlock Holmes even holds the world record of being the literary character with the most screen adaptations.

This has led to many, many people making ranked lists of their favorite adaptations, and I've looked at a lot of them to see if my favorite one appears. It doesn't. Not here, here, here, here, here, here, or here.

On the Wikipedia page for Sherlock Holmes adaptations, it is listed...in the external links section, at the very bottom of the webpage; it's only visible by expanding the "screen adaptations of Sherlock Holmes" panel

On here, under the three names it's regularly tagged as, there are a collective 13.9k followers (the breakdown is 5.2-1.9-6.8). In comparison, the "bbc sherlock" tag has 47k followers, "sherlock" has 644k, and "john watson" has 13k followers. Pretty underrated, if you ask me.

And so, you're probably wondering what this adaptation is, and why I think it's the best. Wonder no further!

The best Sherlock Holmes adaptation (at least, to me) that is criminally underrated is called Yuukoku no Moriarty, or Moriarty the Patriot. (and before you ask, yes, it's a manga! with its own anime!)

Now, because this post is already long enough, and because there is going to be A LOT OF BIG SPOILER WARNINGS, I'll be defending my claim under the read-more. But with that out of the way, let me begin...

Reason #1: Wait, Moriarty??

Moriarty is well-known to be the arch nemesis of Sherlock Holmes. He's the big baddie of the original series. So why in the world is this adaptation named after the villain? Because the plot is focused around Moriarty. As far as I am aware, this could be the ONLY adaptation so far that has done this (please correct me if I'm wrong! I'd love to find more). Furthermore, the "James Moriarty" in question is actually three brothers: Albert, Louis, and William (the "main" Moriarty), and the overarching plot follows their schemes as "the Lord of Crime" to... change 19th century England for the better?

Reason #2: The Premise is INTERESTING as FUCK

Yeah, you heard me! The big baddie in this adaptation is trying to do what they deem as "good"! It's called Moriarty the Patriot because William, Louis, and Albert are trying to make England a better country in their own ways; they view the class system of 19th century England to be, quite frankly, shit, and want to lessen the abuse and dehumanization of the lower class caused by the nobles. And, well, they do this by killing corrupt nobles. Or, well, more accurately, they help people commit crimes to kill the nobles, and stage it to look like an accident or make it extremely difficult to solve. It's actually really fun and cathartic to watch imo, especially in the early episodes of the anime and the early chapters of the manga. I'll come back to the plot later, but for now, I think it's time to get back to the characters.

Reason #3: The Gang's all Here!

The three Jame Moriarty brothers aren't the only characters: you also have the baker street gang (Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and Ms Hudson), the Baker Street Irregulars, Mycroft, Sebastian Moran from the original series, Lestrade, Irene Adler, Herder (another character from the original series), and interestingly enough, Billy the Kid (in the manga). And these characters aren't just one-dimensional name-drops, but characters with so much personality, backstory, and motives. Take, for example, Sebastian Moran: he's a sniper who works for the Lord of Crime, yeah, but it's because he has a long-earned loyalty to William; both of them have a keepsake from the other, and after William's supposed death during this adaptation's version of "The Final Problem", it's the keepsake he gave to William that saves him from a dark path (there's much more to this story in particular, but you'll have to find out more yourself if you're interested). Also, there's Moneypenny in the manga. But why the hell is she here?

Reason #4: His name is James. James Bond (and he's trans!)

NAME ONE OTHER FUCKING SHERLOCK HOLMES ADAPTATION THAT HAS JAMES BOND, I'LL WAIT. YOU CANNOT. But yes, James fucking Bond is in Moriarty the Patriot, and is one of the best characters for many reasons. One of them? We actually meet him as a woman. And who is that woman, you might ask?

Irene Adler.

(note: the version I read calls him James Bond, but from what I've heard, his name is actually spelled "James Bonde" to avoid copywrite issues. However, for this post, I'll use "Bond") It's...incredible. The entire arc introducing Irene Adler and her arc into becoming James Bond is one of my favorite arcs in Moriarty the Patriot. It takes the original "A Scandal in Bohemia" and sprints with it. Like, the entire Bohemian-king-wanting-that-photograph with Sherlock and Watson is just a ploy, so Irene can be under the protection of public-hero Sherlock by tricking him into thinking he blew up her house with his smoke-bomb trick. Because she stole ENGLISH GOVERNMENT DOCUMENTS SO CLASSIFIED, THE GOVERNMENT WANTS HER DEAD. It's just the way the series builds off the original works by Doyle in a way that not only stays true to the original, but is also its own thing. Because yeah, we don't see Irene Adler again after her "scandal" is solved; and that's because she fakes her death as Irene, and starts working under the Moriarty brothers as James Bond, now a man. Additionally, Moriarty the Patriot handles Bond being trans in an amazing way. Him being trans is no joke! The Moriarty group accept him as a man the moment he tells them (except for Sebastian Moran, who's confused about it at first before he warms up to it; in all actuality, it's his confusion and reluctance that's joked about, not Bond's manhood, which is a refreshing thing to see as a queer person myself). Even when reuniting with Sherlock, John Watson, and Ms Hudson, the three are respectful and understanding. Oh my god wait a minute I just realized I haven't even mentioned Sherlock yet-

Reason #5: Benedict Cumberbatch WHO

Sherlock Holmes in this adaptation is the best Sherlock, hands down. Why? Because he's fun, goddammit! So many Sherlock adaptations see the genius personality of Sherlock Holmes and see nothing else. They make him cold, uncaring, calculative. A lot of Sherlocks would shoot a man dead for a lead on a case. But not this Sherlock. Is this the face of a man who's cold and uncaring?

HELL FUCKING NO! And he's literally presented with the opportunity to shoot a man for a lead on a case, and he turns it down! Because he's good! Yeah, he's prideful. Yeah, he can be a prick. He treats Scotland Yard like a joke. But he's also silly. He's kind to the people he cares about. He wants to help people. He's hilarious with Ms Hudson and Mycroft, and his interactions with William Moriarty is one of the best things to read about in this adaptation, because their cat-and-mouse game matters so, so much in this story.

Reason #6: Cat and mouse; puppet and puppeteer; friend and...friend?

Sherlock has a very interesting role in Moriarty the Patriot as a whole. Sure, he's the detective. But he's so much more. When he's introduced (in episode 6 of the anime, mind you!) to the story, the overarching plan of William and his brothers shift to include him: William wants him to be the hero of the play they're setting for the country, because in the end, William plans to be defeated as a common enemy of the people. And so, the game begins. The Lord of Crime starts setting up crimes for Sherlock to solve, so he gains publicity. So he's recognized as the hero. He's the only man smart enough to solve the trail of breadcrumbs Moriarty leaves, after all. Sherlock starts as just a puppet in the plan of things. Led along on strings from crime-to-crime, slowly piecing things together. And Sherlock hates it. But...Sherlock and William meet outside of being a simple detective and criminal. They meet on a ship, and for the first time, William finds his mind not drafting up plans or thinking as the Lord of Crime the first time they speak to each other. And for the first time, Sherlock finds someone with a mind equal to his own. They meet again, on a train, and solve a murder together (one William was NOT behind). And behind this game of cat-and-mouse, behind the puppet and puppeteer, something blooms. When Sherlock learns that yes, the William James Moriarty he's grown to known is indeed the Lord of Crime, he's not mad. He's...glad.

(note: Sherlock calls William Moriarty "Liam", beginning with their meet on the train; he's the only character in the series who does this. Not even the other Moriarty brothers call their brother "Liam")

He's glad it was William; it couldn't have been anyone else, in his opinion. It wouldn't have been worth it otherwise. It all comes to head in this series' version of "The Final Problem", where Sherlock finally confronts Moriarty, once and for all. It's where William plans to be defeated by his nemesis, the hero. Because he's the self-proclaimed villain. "Catch me if you can, Mr Holmes", is what he challenged to Sherlock on the train, after he joked about William being the Lord of Crime. And Sherlock catches him, in the end. But not as a detective. He catches him, as a companion, after William jumps to his death into the river Thames to set his defeat to Sherlock in stone.

Reason #7: What Comes After

The anime ends after "The Final Problem", but the manga continues. And this is where I really, really think this adaptation shines its brightest, with the aftermath of everything the series has been building to. The main reason Moriarty chooses his death is because of the bad things he's done his entire life. He never enjoyed killing people, but felt he had to, and felt his death was the proper "punishment" for it. But through Sherlock, he finds that that isn't the answer. It's obvious that Sherlock would live through the fall into the Thames. But what about William? In most adaptations, he dies. In the original, he died. But in this? They both live. They both survive. Some big ideas floating around before "The Final Problem" involved revenge. An eye for an eye, if you will. Judgement, and delivering it. But afterwards? It's atonement. It's forgiveness, and the lack of it. It's growth, and redemption. They're saved and taken to America to recover and start new lives. William Moriarty finds ways to atone for his actions without choosing death. Sherlock does too, for his own crimes. They decide, together, to begin anew, find new purposes.

and it's beautiful. When they return to England, three years after their disappearances, their growth is obvious and amazing to see; the other members of the Moriarty gang have also chosen their own paths of redemption, and seeing it all come together is something I'll always enjoy rereading over and over. And the redemption and reunion with England is just the end of part 1 of the story. There's more to be made with this series.

Reason #8: Made With Love

It's so, so obvious that Moriarty the Patriot was made with love for the original series. The way details of the original stories are kept and built off of to work flawlessly as it's own story is something I will be continously impressed by. There was so much thought, heart, and soul put into this adaptation, and you can tell it by reading and watching it. There are so, so much more I could go into—like the music in the anime, deeper dives into the arcs of the main cast, how well the relationships between characters are formed and established—but I think it'd be better for you to just find out all of these things by yourself.

So please, if you've gotten this far, give Moriarty the Patriot a try. Let it prove to you how good it is. Let it show you that it really is the best Sherlock Holmes adaptation out there.

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