#sa warning

[scattychan]

[the-solar-system-stars]

sorry to make a more serious byler post but uhh (tw: csa, abuse mention, vent?)

i just think it would be extremely cruel to make the one character who has experienced violent rape as a child, the one kid who has experienced the worst kind of abuse from his own father; be the one who gets the unrequited love of years to end up in rejection, or death before confessing (or whatever bullshit GA wants)

byler has been very important to me as a victim of csa, because i could always relate to Will in a way that many other people just simply can't because they haven't been that child who was raped and then made fun of for. maybe its jsut projection, but ive always also seen my own bodily insecurities in Will's body language, the kind of trauma formed self disgust and self awareness that your own gross body is taking space and being a bother to everyone around you... if that makes sense? feeling consioud about your body ruining and rotting away other people's spaces, causing you to want to run away and never talk to anyone. the gnawing feeling of having a crush, knowing they might find out sooner or later how disgusting and unpure you are; if they don't already see it

are they really going to make a character in a mainstream media whose entire point of existence is pretty much just "you were raped, tainted and ruined as a child, it was your fault and now you don't deserve love, you deserve to die and be rejected"...?

not to even mention his queer identity and the fact he is a male sa victim, something that gets overlooked in media and real life constantly.

i just think it would be extremely cruel to make that the reality and life lesson of the show that advertizes itself as being for the outcasts, freaks and nerds. just to please the politics of today's world or some bullshit?

so yeah, byler is that deep. i don't want them to be canon just because i want some yaoi kissies

i want that representation for even once in my life is that so evil of me to ask?? even though i myself have started to heal and let myself be loved again... there's so, so many fans of stranger things who have most likely experienced similar events in their lives and would experience so much comfort from seeing will get to be with the boy that makes him feel like he isn't a mistake. if not for me, for them..?

byler is a great couple, it has potential to become the most beautiful, meaningful relationship in media ever, possibly teaching entire generations that you still deserve love even if you are a gay sa victim.

but if it doesn't happen... it would wound me and many others deeply...

if its not that deep for you, maybe it just isn't meant for you..

[ollie-michi]

From me to myself.

[teex]

https://x.com/gridinhatty/status/2061550478320636330?s=46 oh my god…

warning alex bump SA allegations

jesus christ. this is horrible. is there more info available than this tweet and a police report that doesnt list his name?

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

You knew he was waiting for you, he called you and told you that himself. You didn't know how to handle the whole situation, it scared you honestly. What would he think of you? Of course it wasn't your fault, but Hannibal might not of seen it that way. Your ex sure wouldn't of, that abusive bastard. You thought to yourself.

You hear a small noise from his office that pulls you back into reality. He really was waiting for you in there.. You take in a deep breathe, hold it, and the proceed to knock. You wait for a few seconds before you heard his voice from inside, telling you to come in. You timidly open the door and look around the office. It was dim and the air seemed coated with iron. Your eyes burn from the smell and you cover your nose, closing the door behind you. You stand there and wait for him to do something, anything. Anything would be better than nothing. Hannibal, who was turned away from you in his chair, let out a small chuckle. You feel shivers run up your spine. He hadn't sounded so dark since you both first met.

"H-hannibal?" You question.

"Want to explain what happened? Exactly what happened." You gulped and fiddled with your fingers. You wanted to explain yourself, but where could you possibly start? You took a few seconds to gather your words before you finally spoke.

"I told you I was going to that nearby club with some friends, and I did. When we got there we partied, hard too, and soon I got sick. After I cleaned myself up I told my friends I was going home and they said they were going to call you for me. I didn't want them to so I tried walking home on my own-"

"And why was that?" He interrupted. Venom seemed to lace every word that spilled from his lips. "B-because I was scared you were going to be mad. I just didn't want you to have to see me like that" You admitted. Hannibal stayed silent and so you took this as a sign to continue.

"But as I said, I tried to walk home. It was nearby so I didn't think anything of it" You shift from one foot to the other and cross your arms to comfort yourself.

"Hannibal I swear the man just came from nowhere. I didn't know he had been following me and I promise you I didn't want him to touch me. Your the man I love and I would never cheat on you. Please baby, believe me, I didn't want him to- I didn't want him to do that" You let tears fall as you let the memories from that night replay in your mind. He had gotten far, but thank God Hannibal was there. Thank God your friends called him.

Hannibal turned around in his chair to face you. He stared into your eyes and searched them for any lies. He was always good at reading people. Your quivering lip, teared stained cheeks, messy exterior, clutched fists, it all seemed genuine to him. He knew that the look in your eyes was genuine. You were sorry, scared, and really upset. Hannibal got up from his office chair and walked to you. He stood in front of you and searched your eyes once more.

"Your not lying.." He stated. You shook your head. "N-no, I'm not" Hannibal quickly pulled you into him. You hesitated to hug him back.

"I'm so sorry I doubted you. I shouldn't have, I promise I will never doubt you again my love. I never will, you have the words of a guilty man" You hugged him back and continued to sob into his chest. He felt guilt and anger rise through his core. With everything he had seen that night playing like a movie in his head, the rage he felt made him pop.

That disgusting, cruel, pig of a man- no, boy- had put his hands on you. He had the audacity to lay his fingers on you. His sinful and lustful fingers laid upon your soft angelic skin. Touching you in a way that only Hannibal should ever touch you. Hannibal tightened his grip on you and decided that for every minute you had suffered with that man will be a slash across the back. That each finger nail would slowly be ripped off before each and every finger and toe was broken. His penis would be cut off, no need for that in hell anyway. Hannibal grinned maniacally at the thought of the man screaming and pleading for Hannibal to stop and have mercy. Just like you had done with the man. The man's final breathe will be used to apologize to you. Hannibal will make sure of that. Until his final breathe however, he will experience nothing but pure pain and despair, just what he deserves.

[twobrothers-tworoads]

Men SAing each other would be utterly disgusting but.. I wonder which of the cast would.

This is no secret since it’s definitely Mugman (intentionally) and then Boris (unintentionally).

Bendy and Cuphead wouldn’t do that.

[liod4ath]

A little spoiler on what I'm working on! It's canon but not entirely related to the Au! [Two Brothers, Two Roads]

Let's start with the bad one [SA warning] - Toxic Blueink

Now with the good one! - Happy Pupcup

You guys are NOT ready for what I'm cooking up.... Especially for the Blueink fans....

You will understand why I put a SA warning and WHY will be there SA in my story. It's important and has a meaning behind it. I am NOT doing SA for fun.

[theflowerrooms]

to request • Eddie’s masterlist • main masterlist

Lingering Discomfort

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary; usually you and your boyfriend Eddie are all over eachother, but after an awful experience with a stranger, you can’t handle anyone’s hands on you

wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: descriptions of sexual assault and lingering affects of it, light angst, Eddie’s so sweet and lovely

another request from the lovely @tracymbcm, thank you so much for requesting <3

It was yesterday, when you were at the bookstore, standing in between the fantasy and horror isles at the bookstore when someone tapped on your back, between your shoulder blades. It was a man, significantly older than you but not elderly by any means, he was incredibly average looking man, apart from the scary grin he wore on his face, and his beady eyes that stared at your chest rather than your face.

  "Don't see many pretty young girls listening to Metallica." He smirked at the band tee you wore and your heart raced with anxiety. You wondered if he could tell the shirt was too big for you, if he could tell it was a man's shirt- Eddie's. "What's your favourite song by them honey?" He asked and the petname made you feel sick.

"Um-" "Um!" He cut you off mocking you and you pouted, backing up, wiping your sweaty palms on the sides of your skirt.

  "I don't- I don't listen to them. My boyfriend, he loves 'em." You didn't talk more than that and you almost flinched at the very unsubtle way the corner of his lip rose in irritation.

  "That right? How old is he?" He asked, a step closer to you as you took one back. Your eyes watered as you realized any further back and you'd just be trapped against the bookcase.

  "He's twenty." You hoped he didn't see your lip tremble, you hoped he couldn't hear your heart beating so fast.

  "Twenty? See young guys- little boys like that don't know how to treat their girls." That's all that was said before the situation escalated and ended with you running out of the store crying. He didn't do anything more than grab your ass, but it was revolting.

  You took deep breaths before you pulled out of the parking lot. Your first instinct was to drive to Eddie's house, cry into his chest and complain about the creep in the bookstore. You could see him in your head, hugging you, rocking you as he kissed the crown of your head. You didn't understand why the thought of that made you uncomfortable, you just didn't want to be touched again. What you needed was a shower, and then bed.

✽-

  The next morning, Eddie picked you up as usual, he did every morning. Usually you loved it, getting to spend time with him before you started your day, and it got him to school on time, not wanting to make you late. Today you'd rather walk, every car ride Eddie would stroke your thigh, kiss you at every stop sign, squeeze in a quick make out session before you left the car.

  You avoided all that. Grabbing his freehand and holding it so it wouldn't venture to your legs, fake yawning and leaning your head against the window with your eyes closed, too tired to kiss. You left his van before he got the chance to try and make out with you.

  He did call you pretty, and cute in the span of three minutes, which brought a smile to your face, especially since you didn't feel pretty or cute, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants instead of the skirt and tighter top you normally would've worn, too uncomfortable to wear anything very revealing.

  He walked with you into the school, slightly behind you like he usually did and you distanced yourself just slightly, so his hand wouldn't find the small of your back.

  You chewed your lip as you turned around to face him. "'M gonna go talk to Robin before class." You smile softly, albeit anxiously at him, but he didn't read into it too much thankfully.

  "Alright baby, tell her I said hey." He grinned and you nodded, guilty you hadn't been giving him the same attention and intimacy you normally would. He leaned forward to kiss you and you turned your head, he was fine with just kissing your cheek. "You okay baby?" He asked, glassy brown eyes searching your own. You told him you were, and you both knew you were lying, but he didn't press it.

  You swallowed thickly as you turned from him, wiping the invisible kiss off of your face when you knew he couldn't see you, walking on shaky legs until you found Robin.

  "What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, and you sighed, shrugging even though you knew. Her eyes burned into yours until you leaned against the lockers with a pout. Finally you told her what happened.

  She scoffed. "Men. So many of them are fucking creeps, I thank the gods every day for the fact that I swing the other way." She rolled her eyes with a grimace on her face that matched the one that was starting to grow on your own. "Was Eddie with you?" She asked and you shook your head. "That's- well maybe that's a good thing. He would've totally lost his shit." She laughed.

  That last sentence stuck with you. Why would Eddie be mad? It wasn't your fault. But then maybe it was, you could've moved away sooner, told him to stop, you could have just not interacted with him in the first place and moved on. And now Eddie would be mad at you.

✽-

  It stuck in your head until lunch. And when it was lunch, you felt anxious again. You felt so guilty, especially seeing Eddie smile so big the second he saw you. When you reached the hellfire table, you pulled your usual seat a few inches away from him, so you wouldn't be pressed flush against him like usual.

  You sat and he wrapped his arm around you like usual, so you leaned forward letting his arm rest on the back of your chair, that was fine.

  Things were okay for the next ten minutes. You got less anxious, joining in on the conversation, things seemed normal again, despite the lack of Eddie's tongue down your throat which was common for every other lunch period.

  Suddenly that normalcy ended. "You're too far baby." Eddie tsked, easily picking you up and putting you in his lap, arm over your lap and gripping the underside of your thigh, the same place that old man's hand was less than a day ago.

  You leaped up without thinking, heart racing, all the eyes of hellfire on you. "Stop! Stop- just don't- don't want you touching me." Your voice shook, and tears welled in your eyes when Eddie's smile fell completely. You mistook the concern on his face for anger and you bolted, you didn't go far, only to the library, you'd favourite place in Hawkin's High, save for Eddie's arms.

  You sat in the back on a soft chair, you weren't there long before Eddie found you. He kneeled in front of you, making himself look small as he peered up at your teary eyes. He placed his hand on the arm of the chair, not on your skin.

  "I talked to Robin baby, do y'wanna talk about what's bothering you?" His eyes didn't look angry like you thought they would, only sweet and inviting. His lips turned to match the pout on your face, he always did it and it made you giggle, you felt your lips twitch with the beginning of a smile. It was hard to stay upset around Eddie.

  "Are you mad?" You asked and his eyes immediately widened, curls swaying with his head as he shook it.

  "Of course not sweet girl, I could never be mad at you baby. Especially not for something that wasn't your fault." He assured you. Immediately the guilt in your chest floated away. "Do you wanna talk to me about it baby?" He tilted his head and you nodded.

  "Yesterday, at the bookstore there was this older guy." Your lip trembled. "He was askin' about my shirt 'n he called me pretty. Then he started asking about you when I told him I have a boyfriend. He said twenty year olds dunno how to please girls, and he- and he touched me." You brought your knees to your chest as the tears on your waterline started to drip over your cheeks.

  Eddie's jaw tensed. "Where did he touch you?" It was tearing him apart to not be able to hold you right now, wipe away your tears. But he understood there was a new boundary as a result of what happened, and he'd respect that, keep his hands to himself until he knew it was okay to touch you again.

  "He rubbed my leg- 'n he grabbed my butt." You whispered, he didn't look angry, upset yes, worried, absolutely, but he wasn't mad. "I told Robin about it 'n she said if you were there you would've lost your shit." You kept your voice down and he shook his head quickly again.

  "No- no baby, well, yes. But I wouldn't have been mad at you at all, just at that guy. It's not okay for him to go around touching girls, 'specially my girl. But that's not your fault baby, you didn't do anything wrong. I promise you did good, and I'm not mad at you at all." He promised and you sniffled.

  There was a beat of silence before you threw yourself from the chair onto your knees, burying your face in his chest. His arms immediately squeezed you close to him, brushing your tears away gently.

  "How about we skip the rest of our classes today, head to that bookstore, 'n I'll buy you whatever book you didn't get to buy yesterday. And if that guy's there, you point him out and he and I can have a little talk, I'll make sure he doesn't touch you, or anyone else like that again, hm?" His voice was soft, calm as he pet your hair and you nodded.

"I love you." "I love you"

  You didn't see that guy again when you went to the bookstore later on, Eddie's arm protectively hooked around you through each isle. He got you your book, and you even got to read the first couple of chapters to him in his arms that night.