#i believe you're allowed to be pissed at someone for hurting you no matter how well-intentioned they are or how much they love you.

[artekai]

I mean on one hand this is giving me proper material for how the PTs would feel about the whole Takuto-Kai situation (and the outlook isn't looking great lmfao, this is gonna create some relationship drama for sure) but on the other hand it's sort of bothering me how they started digging into Zenkichi's family situation uninvited (the death of his wife! give the man and his daughter some privacy omg) and then invited themselves into his house with his daughter who they literally just met two seconds ago and then started reprimanding her for her relationship with her father which they cannot possibly know anything about. I'm sure there's a cultural barrier I cannot breach (given the importance they're placing on respecting your elders and her trusting that her father still cares for her) but I still can't help but feel like they really jumped the gun considering they barely know these people at all? Is it not disrespectful to your elders to just intrude on their personal life like that? Back in P5 they even called Sojiro into question when the possibility that he might be hurting Futaba came up, so why are we giving Zenkichi the benefit of the doubt when he hasn't really done anything to earn it (yet, at least)? Is this all because they feel guilty for Zenkichi's delay? Come on now. It's not their fault that Zenkichi didn't warn her daughter that he might be late due to work like they don't have to make it their mission to fix her now lmao

[medicinemane]

I think there's a lot of people who equate aversion of disgust on their part to meaning something is morally wrong, and it's so blatantly not how the world works

Colonoscopy bags and feeding tubes make me uncomfortable (tubes going into the skin make me uncomfortable, honestly even IVs make me kind of uncomfortable), but that doesn't make them immoral. It's obviously just up to me to be polite and deal with my own shit in my own head rather than being rude for no reason... which is exactly what I do

I'm not gonna be weird towards someone who needs that stuff, and honestly if I weren't saying this here to make a point you'd probably never know I felt that way cause it's just my job to suck it up and move on cause it's not actually a big deal

Yet so often people basically use their gut feelings of something being yucky as the beginning, middle, and end of their argument for why it's wrong and should exist

Sorry, come back with an actual argument

Be an adult, grow up, and come back when you have actual proof of harm or else shut the hell up (and honestly if it's about how someone else is living their own life, I kind of don't care what proof you think you have, still shut the hell up)

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...you getting injured

A/N: I hope this doesn't sound redundant but here ya go :)

Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Khal Drogo, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei

Ned Stark: If you got injured it would most likely be from falling off your horse during a casual ride. As the doting husband he is he would be rushing to your side and calling maesters to check on you. With only a small bruise to show for you try to get back on the horse but Ned doesn't allow it. He doesn't mean to control you, he only wants to keep you safe from any more serious injuries that won't heal as easy as a bruise.

Robb Stark: With Robb, he normally has guards with you at all times because he worries for your safety. When one of them turns out to be a spy with intent to hurt you, Robb is livid. You were pushed and left with a few bruises but all he sees is red. Robb sentences the man to die and takes his head for it. He spends the rest of the day with you in bed, feeling guilty while he looks at your injuries. You'll definitely want to console him cause he will cry, especially thinking of what COULD have happened to you.

Jon Snow: He truly believes in your ability to take care of yourself, but when you get hurt during a fight he rushes to your side without second thought. You'll both have to fight your way out of the conflict but once you're safe he checks on your wounds. He asks for a maester to check them out to keep out infection and feels a little useless not being able to do anything himself. Jon makes it a point to joke about it to take away the serious energy going on and promises to always have your back.

Sansa Stark: Girly is straight up crying. Doesn't matter if it was just a little accident or you were roughed up by some thugs, younger Sansa is a crier. When she finds you she's holding onto you with strength you didn't know she had. Unlike older Sansa who would be ready to pass someone's death sentence, younger Sansa only cares about you feeling better. She does her best to make you a prayer wheel like her mother does for her.

Margaery Tyrell: She'd be a lot more calm than you'd think, at least around others. Once she sees you lying in bed with your leg elevated, she's questioning the hell out of you. What happened? Who was it? Do you need anything? Milk of the Poppy? It's almost entertaining to see how much she worries in contrast to her usual cool attitude. After you assure her that you're alright she's cuddling up in bed with you, probably to read something to you.

Theon Greyjoy: Pre!Reek Theon would instantly be at arms and ready to fight whoever touched you. He's possessive and the thought of ANYONE touching you pisses him off but especially if they meant to harm you. He wouldn't know how to express his worry for you so he'd just angrily stand by you as you recover. Post!Reek Theon is deeply insecure and guilty about you getting hurt. He still wants to fight whoever hurt you but he's more concerned with making sure you're okay.

Khal Drogo: *Activate instant death mode* I mean we saw what happened when Daenerys almost got poisoned, think about actually getting poisoned. Having to lay in bed for days while Drogo goes out in search for whoever did this to you. It doesn't matter why they did it or if you die or not, all that matters to him is giving them the most painful death possible. When he's done, he sits at your bedside knowing you are strong and capable of overcoming this.

Brienne of Tarth: It was only a training accident but your messed up ankle reminded Brienne how fragile you were. She was born and raised to endure the pain that came with being a knight/fighting, but you never asked for it. She'll feel upset at herself for not teaching you properly and it'll come off as anger towards you. Truly she doesn't mean it but if being hard on you will keep you safe next time then she knows what she has to do.

Missandei: Tearsss. She's crying before she even knows what happened to you. Stays by your bedside as you heal from a battle wound and takes responsibility for changing your dressings and cleaning the injury. Missandei knows that this is the life you've chosen to live, but sometimes she wishes she could take you away to her homeland safe from any harm.

[dynamightmite]

you seem optimistic so you think we’re still getting shigaraki back? :( i’m really sad the way hori has handled the izuku tenko plotline as of right now like i just can’t wrap my head around this

I mean, I definitely think it's a possibility. We still don't know exactly what happened to overhaul/decay, and how it may be used in the future. We saw Tenko and Deku touch fists; theoretically there could have been some kind of exchange there, or he could be existing as a vestige in some way.

Then again, (and this is going to piss a lot of people off :')) I kind of... get where Horikoshi is going with it?

BEFORE YOU START BOOING!

I think a lot of the discomfort and hurt from fans comes from the perception that Izuku failed to save Tenko. That, by allowing him to die, the narrative is in fact saying he didn't deserve to be save--that Horikoshi himself doesn't believe Tenko truly deserved it. I have also seen a lot of talk about how it doesn't fit in with the ongoing, overarching themes of the narrative, and (while I'm not saying these people are wrong) I would like to push back on that a little, because I think there is precedence in the story as to why Tenko's death holds up, despite it being terrible.

The culmination of Tenko's arc broaches a crossroad of two major concepts in the story: heroes, and saving, and what both of those ideas mean. And, I think, in Tenko's death, we get and answer to both, and more importantly, an answer to his overall purpose.

What does it mean to save? In BNHA, the concept is a little vague. I've often people ascribe the "total victory" mindset as one of protection, as preventing any tragedy or harm. Through that lens, Tenko's death therefore is an automatic failure--a nonstarter. HE's dead, so he wasn't saved. The end. However, while "saving" might seem like a simple, straight forward concept, I would like to dig a little deeper, because I think what Horikoshi's doing is much more interesting.

Saving (Deku's definition of it, anyway) is a lot closer to freeing than it is to protecting. Which sounds weird, but I'll do my best to explain. I think the two best examples of this particular nuance to his definition are actually in two characters people tend to forget he saved: Shoto and Gentle Criminal.

Because he did save both of them. Not in the really obvious, black-and-white way he saved Eri, no, but he did save them. And both times were... painful, to say the least.

When Deku went after Shoto during the sport's festival, it wasn't, like, nice. He dug his little nerd fingers in where it hurt the worst and dragged out Shoto's biggest fears and insecurities, and then he said GET OVER THEM. Stop letting them control you. Stop letting your father control you. You're your own person, and you get to make your own choices.

He didn't punch Endeavor. He didn't even take pity on Shoto, or say he was sorry. But you know what he did do? Deku cut the leash. AND he damn near killed Shoto (and himself) making sure that Shoto understood that he was free. He gave Shoto back something that he'd been missing, something he was afraid to look in the face; something that Deku picked up, brushed off, and said, "please stop throwing this away, it's important. You're important".

And it works, goddamit.

Gentle is both different and similar. In a similar vein, the way Deku saves Gentle is sort of... not obvious. But I think if you look here:

Gentle isn't a bad person. He's ambitious and a little lax about the law, but he never set out to hurt anybody. But we see over the course of his arc how he gets so tangled up in his own pain and his desperation to be seen that he forgets his own ideals, his own morals. In the face of becoming someone, he loses sight of what matters most to him: just like Deku, Gentle wants to be a hero.

Which, in the end, he is. And Deku's the one who pushes him there.

But what about Tenko? What about the crying child inside him? Why wasn't he saved?

When people talk about child Tenko, they often seem to see him as a symbol of the person that Deku's trying to save. But I think that, just maybe, that's wrong. I think maybe, actually, Deku is trying to save Tenko from that child.

Child Tenko is, in many ways, a symbol of nothing but AFO's power. That is a child stripped of his name, of his original quirk, of his family, of his sense of self. That is a puppet controlled by AFO, without any autonomy of its own. That child is a wound that Tenko cannot escape for as long as AFO still holds any power over him.

That's why this chapter All Might said that maybe Deku did save Tenko, if he no longer saw the child version of him in the vestige realm. Deku did save him. Because Tenko isn't a child anymore, and he isn't AFO's puppet; he's a free man, for the first time in his life.

A free man who chooses to be a hero.

Heroes get talked about a lot in BNHA (duh), but what is the defining quality of a true hero? Someone who wins? Sure. Someone who saves? Yeah, of course. But the actual test of what differentiates a hero from everybody else is their willingness to sacrifice. To give up everything for the greater good. Even if it hurts. Sometimes especially if it hurts. I mean, this has come up a lot through the manga. Deku running in to attack the sludge villain, Mirio giving up his quirk, Eraserhead throwing himself in front of his students, Edgeshot shortening his lifespan to save Bakugo, All Might standing quirkless in front of the greatest evil of his time-- literally the constant refrain from the narrative has been that being willing to sacrifice it all is what makes a hero a hero.

Tenko's final wish from last chapter is gut wrenching, but: he wanted to be a hero for the Villains. The rest of the world can rot for all he cares, but his friends, those disenfranchised, hurt people that everyone else gave up on? Those people who have never been saved, those people who have never been protected... he wants to be their hero. In the face of danger, of certain doom, he is a free man, and he has a choice.

So he makes a sacrifice. His final act is to become a hero. For them.

Cue the sobbing tears.

Additionally, I think it's relevant to point out here how strongly the narrative has advocated for victimhood to be divorced from being a perpetual self-identity. It really emphasizes the power of choosing to rise above your situation and pain to help other people, while also suggesting that your pain does not excuse you from hurting people. You can be a victim and you can be a perpetrator; they are not mutually exclusive. And because of this, after Deku saves Tenko, he does not owe him. He saved Tenko, but he could not keep him alive, and... I don't think that it's about Tenko deserving or not deserving to die. It's just that Tenko had reached a point of no return where his only choices were to die a slave or die free and he broke his shackles. But he was always going to die. Doomed by the narrative, both literally and figuratively. We can argue all day as to what degree of responsibility he holds for his actions as a highly abused, traumatized, often shell of a person. But the point is that at every junction of the story, Tenko (and the story around him) escalated until he was trapped. There wasn't a way out, and it's heartbreaking, and maybe that's the point.

I'm not saying it's fair. I'm certainly not saying you have to like it. But... I don't know. I don't feel like this is some completely out of pocket, off-the-rails end that destroyed all its characters. And who knows! Maybe Tenko will be brought back later. Maybe the epilogue will get progressively worse and I'll hate it. Maybe I'll finally get some sleep and regret writing this at all. I have no idea. Really. But we're all in this together, so these are my thoughts right now :)

[fakeuwus]

RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[delicrieux]

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 7. year one: up to mid october, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x sirius black warnings for this chapter—sum swear & sirius being a prat word count—2.5k

a short awaited confrontation and a new friend.

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over the course of the month, it seems that the sight of you has become repulsive to sirius. he could not bear to look at you for more than it took to notice you in the crowd or to recognize your voice echoing before the body belonging to it reached him. he’d flee, usually, and refrain, in a completely un-sirius fashion, from making a gigantic scene. this would have been odd to you if only the pain of seeing his hastily retreating back wasn’t too much.

don’t be so harsh with me please, you’d want to tell him, i’ve done nothing but love you.

instead, “what. is. with. you,” and each word punctuated with an angry smack to his forearm. he glares, and he wiggles out the way of your unrelenting pursuit to beat him into submission. his friends watch frozen, stuck somewhere between amusement and desire to pull sirius back into the safe confines of the gryffindor tower. you will not allow them. not this time, at least, “you stuck up, insufferable—“

“piss off,” he nurses his bruises, though you aren’t strong enough to leave any.

you falter in your step, but the anger doesn’t die. he must know how his look wounds. he must. “piss off?” you parrot, and it rings much smaller and fainter than his had, “piss off? that’s all i get from you?”

“expect something different?” he bites, and bites, and bites, and he maims and mars until there is a thread between your hands and his heart thin as ivory wire. his eyes appraise and they dance and they hate, “why don’t you run back to your regulus.”

ah. there it is. the venom.

“sirius-“ james starts, and both of your glares cut him into two.

“shut up,” the both of you, again, together. you mirror his dark look and try to decide which words of the infinite welling quickly are most fitting. they sink with and through you; an anger and a hurt not meant to be felt by someone so inexperienced. when you and sirius argue, it is never as dire, even if it feels like it was. sirius never starts rows he cannot win, even if it’s him that loses most in the end, “family matter.”

james looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else but in the windy courtyard, shadowed by the cold arches of a loggia. peter, cheeks and ears burning, nervously rubs his hands together to dispel the cold. remus, already, is further ways down and watching, waiting for the rest to catch up. you won’t let them, not yet, not till you say your piece and abandon first, because father said the last word is always the winner.

you speak in french because you know he hates to hear it, because it reminds of home and you know he can’t stand home like he can’t stand you now, and it will hurt him, and it will make you happy, “regulus was right about you. you’ve become unthinkably cruel.”

he curls his lip, and it is with so much spite that it makes your teeth ache. his body rolls into itself, ready to explode and spit up his scorn all over your face. the insult must teeter on his tongue. you're more than ready for it. but something cracks and something flips and he reels back a bit, a show of restraint you thought him absent of.

"yeah, regulus, regulus always knows best, doesn't he?" your french mimicked in his mouth is dense, like syrup, "regulus, darling, regulus," a sneer that draws his lip to the high planes of his cheekbones, and a head tilting movement that is patronizing and obscene. it reminds you of his mother, "your regulus, isn't he the fucking best."

"he's not mine," you state tartly.

"hard to believe when he follows after you like a dog," he bites, and bites, and bites, but even through the layers upon layers, the soreness permeates and leaves you stricken into a stupor that only sirius can create, "listens and does everything you say. can't he think for himself. attached to your shoulder like some blithering pest."

you blink back the anger in your eyes. you are not going to cry, you tell yourself. if you do, then he will win, but he always does.

the boys stare at you. you don't know what to say. the feeling of it is tight and burns like an ulcer, "what has gotten into you? why do you hate me? i haven't-" your lips work through their turmoil, "-i haven't done anything to you."

he waves you off, dismissive. his hands tremble with some unspoken rage. "stop bothering me and go back to regulus. he's probably already looking for you."

the end of the conversation hangs heavily between you. sirius sniffs, and turns away in that blasé manner he always has with him, as if all life were a joke. his posture is too stiff and his features are too cold and he joins remus first as james and peter linger. you shake.

"i, uhm," james begins, but your glare silences him again. slowly, carefully, he nudges peter, "c'mon."

they leave, but james looks back. you miss it, head hung in defeat. your emotions threaten to burst free and splinter all over the stone. you think, in a hurry, how could you ever cover them up – with your hands, your body? is it the aftermath already, where everything is too obvious for pretence?

when it rains, it pours. it always has and you suspect it always will.

*

naturally, you are inconsolable. what a great big joke. no broom closet nor dusty cavern of the castle is familiar enough to hide in, and you cloak, despite its expanse, can hardly protect from sore eyes. the loo it is, locked in some stall and hiccupping. marzipan had mentioned finding a hufflepuff crying not a week in. she thought it amusing, and you did, too – who could ever abate decency and sob in the loo? what a terrible ploy for attention, had the girl expected consolation? no such could ever be found in marzipan, why, she said, and she said it proudly, she laughed quite loud and the crying stopped.

you would die on the spot if someone found you. it would feel like uncovering a horrible secret, being exposed in such a way. aren’t you a grown up? your birthday is soon, on a cold october night. grownups always breathe fine – besides your ditzy aunts – but you find there not being enough air. so much space and so little of it.

you fan yourself, and you heave, and in a tantrum you tussle out your cloak and throw it onto the gleaming white tiles.  your cheeks burn and there’s an ache in the apex of your head. crying like this, over a boy, no less? sirius, of all? rabastan would point and laugh, point and laugh, point and laugh.

there’s a knock on your stall’s door and you nearly topple over in a scurry to silence yourself.

“hi, sorry,” the voice is unfamiliar, but it sounds kind, “are you alright?”

perfect, not only have you embarrassed yourself, you’ve aroused the suspicion of an idiot. there’s a gentle creak on the wood, as if a weight has settled. an ear, perhaps, pressed onto the surface, but for what?

you will your shaky hands to settle by your stomach. the fingers pinch and pool on the woollen fabric of your sweater. you gulp, but it gets stuck, and the silence stretches, so still.

“i-yes,” you manage. this won’t do, the tears cling to your mouth, “i’m, i'm okay.”

“do you need some water?”

if you weren’t so distraught, you’d delight at the curtsy. stupidity must be contagious because you shake your head.

“no, no,” you say after a pause.

“a tissue perhaps?”

“i'm fine,” seems you have managed to locate your wits. from some hellish depths, no doubt. swiftly, you retrieve your cloak, “thank you.”

“’s no worries,” the voice pipes. it belongs to a girl, you think, who doesn't budge, and, instead, waits. it seems your dramatics have riled someone. even the staff would scold your sorry condition, all snot and tears and shaking limbs – quite undignified, "can you tell me why you're crying?"

oh, merlin, how wonderful, the prodding and the poking and the horrible sympathy. are you so pitiable? perhaps. in this state. it's still hard to believe a complete stranger has found themselves so comfortable, "if i say i'm not crying will you go?"

the girl laughs, light and tittering. for a moment, it startles you, too, "not very likely."

the air remains stagnant, as if it's thick and spinning. the echoes of your sniffles bounce along the walls. you could tell her to piss off. you've heard it enough in the span of the last hour.

"i had a fight with my friend," you say eventually, "i think he hates me."

"did you do something to make him hate you?"

your forehead grazes the stall door. it leaves a cold spot and it makes you wince, "no."

"hmm," there is a sound of shuffling and more creaking, "well, then i wouldn't be very worried. he sounds like a dick, and what you need friends like that for?"

a great deal, actually. what did you think you were doing these years, clinging to his arm and curling into his bed when it rains? "what am i supposed to do?"

"beat him up, i imagine, and sort his sorry arse out."

you snort, though not very amused, "tried that."

"good start," you imagine her nodding and crossing her arms, "now, if i were you, i'd hex him into tomorrow and we'll never hear from him again."

"sounds wicked," you lament. the thought has crossed your mind, but revenge crumbles into some mushy, pitiful mess if you think on it too long.

"positively evil," she agrees. the silence returns, but it's comfortable, "i’ve got parchment in case you wanna practice curses."

a corner of your mouth quirks. your chest aches, but it's no longer full and painful, "that's alright, thank you."

"always wanted to be an accomplice," you hear the smile in her voice, "no trouble at all."

a final stretch of quiet. it allows you to breathe, really breathe, and pull yourself into order, as it were. it's no pretty sight, the state of you, but it no longer compares to how you first came in, a crying mess. when you open the stall, and face the girl for the first time, a kind face greets you. her brown skin is flush, hair twisted into two plaited horns that are gathered into a half bun, the rest pinned around her head. your nose twitches, itchy.

she grins, "there you are. no longer crying."

the cold from the running faucet burns against your cheeks. the face that peers back at you from the mirror is dishevelled. red-rimmed eyes and wet splotches all over. you grimace, "look like a sordid mess."

"well, yes, but, like a normal sordid mess. like, almost pretty normal," she stands behind. a red lion's emblem is embroidered into her uniform. she tilts her head, "like, i look way worse when i do it. at least you cry prettily."

"oh, you think so?" you turn to her, "no one's ever said that."

her nose wrinkles, but the mirth isn't gone from her eyes, "well, don't suppose you make a habit of sobbing in front of others. lest you wouldn't have barricaded yourself in the stall."

you hum, "quite the excellent point."

she flashes her teeth and nods proudly, "of course, got many," there's a slight silence where she appraises you, "you're lestrange, right? i've seen you in my classes," she asks as though she knows, and extends her hand for you to shake, "i'm dorcas. meadowes. gryffindor.”

“slytherin,” you respond, but shake her hand anyway.

“can tell,” dorcas says, that same lilt of a smile on her lips, “you wear it with pride.”

yes, of course, because that is what lestrange do. her family name is unrecognizable, but you don't think to wonder on it much further. her eyes are friendly and warm, and she takes to fixing the wayward strands of your hair while you dab a bit of tissue paper to your nose. a few seconds go by, and she glances at you from under the hair fallen onto her forehead, "i still have parchment, and we could still get you those curses down."

"haven't the ink to draw any, unfortunately," you reply.

"hm. next time then," dorcas decides for herself, and makes for the door, "think a walk to the kitchens might be in order?" she leaves her invitation open-ended, her gaze expectant, "could use a warm cinnamon bun."

you wonder about her, dorcas meadowes, with the shiny dark eyes and plaits and how well she talks to strange girls who cry in bathroom stalls. "alright," you accept, the smile on your face not as strained, nor sad, nor angry, "lead the way."

[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 3

I know this asshole did not really say, "you're with this guy again." Bestie's opinion matters more than anyone else's, but he hasn't even met the dude! He's acting more like a parent than a best friend. Hahaha! Tew remembers who Wahl is, and he appears to not be happy about meeting him.

I didn't want to dislike Wahl, but he is pissing me off. Talking to Guy like Guy isn't allowed to make his own decisions. Not cool. This isn't concern, this is controlling. I'm about to smack a bitch. I'm not happy with you Wahl and I don't know if you can redeem yourself.

I have to hand it to Tew. He is being really calm and honestly respectful despite Wahl being a douche to him. Guy, pick the one actually giving you a choice!

I love these bitches. Especially the one in the middle. Muffin is such a cutie too. An apparently lonely cutie. HAHAHA! Way to cock block Guy. I'm here for it. If you stop the time at 6:04 you can catch Guy smirking.

Is anyone surprised that he has to go after making a scene? Suddenly he isn't so concerned he has to take Guy home. Tom is cute, I like him.

That's right Guy! Tell of Wahl!

Did one of them really call him baby face??? I predict Tew showing up.

Called it! OMG, I'm Dead. Guy works up the nerve to ask Tew about what he does for a living. That the gang members seemed scared of him. "Nah, I'm just scary looking." "No. You're pretty good-looking."

This is Tew's reaction.

This is my reaction.

Did dumbass really say he owned a shabu restaurant. He had to know that Guy would then say he'd want to go. Seriously, driver/underling is me. Between his cough, giggle and the way he looks at Guy sleeping on Tew's shoulder.

Tew is so gone. These two dumbasses are so gone for each other. Really asking him if he wants him to wash the shirt. Yes, strip right now. I'll wait. They are adorkable.

Dude is going to buy a restaurant to cover the story he gave his crush. Boy is gone gone.

My reaction to that.

Did home dude really take a nap on some chairs. Hell to the naw. That makes my back hurt just watching it.

Oh! I think we have a secondary couple.

I already like them.

Discount Lennon is at it again. So home chick is not dead, but might as well be. Lawd, how are they not dead with that much white powder. Though I'm not sure it's the same girl. Specially since there are two now.

Did Wahl really ask Guy how he got home??? Guy doesn't tell the full truth, but doesn't lie either. Damn Wahl. You got some nerve. One month anniversary. Why don't you pay more attention to your gf Wahl?

Yay for game friends!

I would punch someone if they talked in my ear like that. HAHAH the look Wahl is giving Guy. I really want to like Wahl, but he ruined it for me. Now I'm just amused.

Tew looking scary and sexy. Niiiiiiice. Villains do it better.

What's this face? Is he shocked? Is he turned on? A bit of both?

So cute! He brought him a cake.

The elevator sequence was weird. Guy concerned because he sees blood. Tew giving crazy eyes. Guy completely forgetting about the blood and turning to mush because Tew is holding his hand. But honestly, some things are worth ignoring for cake and a doting boyfriend.

I mean, these pictures say it all. 🤣🤣🤣 So he beats people up until he is covered in blood. Minor detail in comparison to how he treats you Guy.

You ever heard the quote that an evil queen is just a princess that didn't get rescued. Tew gives me that vibe. The wounded and just wanting love vibe.

Hahaha Tew totally outing them. Oh! Tew was about to make his move. Too slow Tew. Tew, you know you are in love right. Guy is acting like a total dork and you are charmed. That is love.

Oh, the fall troupe again! Though with Guy being the way he is, it's totally believable. The slow mow lean forward like there will be a kiss, but instead he wipes off frosting from Guy's lip. Totally troupe and sooo good. And Guy runs away.

The guild is super cute. I like how frank Tew is. He just lays out his feelings about Wahl to Guy. Throwing down some valid facts, my friend. Ahhh Guy! Why did you let him leave like that? Oh, yay! He chased after him.

Oh, these two idiots are adorkable. So awkward and yet cute.

Not gonna lie. It broke my heart when he didn't hug him back.

The restaurant kills me. Tew is like, it looks crappy. Underling is like, dude, it's not real. Oh lawd, sweet baby Jezebel. You are not normal about that boy, Tew. Not normal about him at all. And I'm okay with that.

Secondary couple. Not over shadowing but still cute.

Guy packing. Bet Wahl ditches him for his gf.

Guys, I'm in love with Tew. He gets it. Life is short, so important people are priority.

How much is that puppy in the window.

I love that Tew isn't shy to show his concern and affection. I adore that Guy didn't care about Wahl and turned around to wave at Tew. He even defends Tew. I mean, he is wrong, but that's not the point here.

Tew's excitement that Guy texted him is adorable.

This is me again.

Ahhh… I'm dead. When he goes, "I'm down bad."

Yes, hunny you are, but I, for one, appreciate that.

Oh, that went sideways fast. *We will talk when I get back.*

I really do enjoy Tul. He is really enjoying Tew and Guy. Me too my dude, me too. Willing to risk the wrath of his boss to tease. Love it.

This face isn't making me feel secure.

In comparison, look at this puppy dog face. So excited for Guy to be back.

OH no... They aren't going to leave us like this, are they?!?! Assholes!!! Nobody talk to me till next Thursday. I am not okay.

[sadvid]

camp camp makes me insane ramble. do not click more unless you are so so very insane

camp camp is gonna make me go fucking insane i can't fucking do this anymore there is NOTHING!!!!!! NOTHING!!!! ALL THEY DID WAS GIVE US TINY PISS DRRROPLETS WITH ONE EPISODE FINALE SAYING MAXS PARENTS DONT CARE AND DAVID SAYING YOU DONT DESERVE THAT AND NOW IVE BEEN IN THE TRENCHES FOR YEAAAARSSS. i have read fics with over 100k words i have drawn so many things and imagined so many scenarios with angst and hurt/comfort and stupid stupid thoughts that would never ever happen in the show in a million years HIS ASS IS NOT GETTING ADOPTED DADVID IS NOT REAL GWENVID IS A SICK JOKE i love them so much you don't understand. i forgot to take my meds. oh my goddddd. THERE ARE LIKE THREE CAMP CAMP FANS LEFT BECAUSE THE REST WERE NORMAL PEOPLE WHO JUST WATCH THE SILLY CAMP CARTOON THAT SAYS FUCK. they dont wonder about the possibilities of a sad ten year old rejecting happiness but slowly allowing himself to be vulnerable and loved by a counselor who is surrounded by hate and despondency but stays positive despite despite despite because nobody else will and he wants to be the source of happiness that he wish someone was for him. NO! they say HAHA the ten year old said fuck! oh my god the non swearing counselor said fuck too that's so profound! oh no the ten year olds parents bad :( HAHA NOW HES BALD!!!! and after a month of the show being gone they LEAVE because they're NORNAL!!!!! but i. I AM IN THE TRENCHESSSSS. you have no idea you have no idea. listen maybe i'm just a little insane because i am a max who needs a david JUST MAYBE! and i think this is just a lot of me projecting my desperate need for love and my simultaneous rejection and fear of it onto max. And my need for someone to keep persistently and loudly loving me no matter how much i reject it. PROBABLY!!!!! i don't care i don't care how fucking insane i sound I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY I COULD talk about this show for hours i wish i didn't have job or school or life so i could write and anímate camp camp season 6 7 8 9 10 infinity and kill the warner brothers and write 500k word ao3 fics. IM INSANE. i am picking up crumbs and calling it a wedding cake do you understand. god i'm i i i i i i i i it's 2024 it's been too long too many years of this.... too many got damned years. every time i pick up a pencil i draw max camp camp. i have drawn david's stupid fucking face so many times its probably become the shape of my brain wrinkles. i go feral thinking about gwen's hair looks like down or what the fuck these characters last names are. Can you fucking believe i hyper fixated on a character whose last name i dont even know. hey who's that small angry fucker you're always doodling. uhh max. max who. max... camp camp. WHO?!!! DAVID?!!? DAVID ATTENBOROUGH?!?! MAX CAULFIELD?! i'm going to set myself on fire. i really truly am. i love them i live for nothing but a ghost child on an island and a silly friend trio. when will it end. when. i love them if you couldn't tell

[a-student-out-of-time]

Guys, I think we’re being a bit harsh on Hajime here. He’s already accepted that Shirogane has to die and he’s going to let the others take care of it. That doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. And we’re not happy with him always doubting himself or being cross, but we also have to accept that he’s always gonna be Hajime Hinata, which means he’s always going to be upset about SOMETHING. Just let him do his thing. He’ll be fine after all this is over.

Of course it'll be over.

...

...Do you wish we'd done things differently? Please, just be honest with me. Would things have been better if we'd just...y'know...

...

No. No, I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

It's okay...I still think about that too.

Things probably would've been easier for us if we had just killed Kanade or agreed to let someone else do it. But...I dunno if either of us could've recovered from that so easily...

And all I did was agree to someone else's offer. I...can barely imagine how tough all this must be for you, Haji.

...You wanna know something? It's not just that I want to believe that killing is wrong, no matter what, because of what I went through...or that I'm scared of what I'd do if I did think it was okay...

But every time I imagine Enoshima, Ikusaba, or the Steering Committee- the ones who caused all of this- I fantasize about all the things I'd do as payback...not just for me, but for everyone.

And that...scares me. It honestly terrifies me.

I know I'd never become Kamukura again. That's not gonna happen, and it's not what I'm worried about.

But...every time, I could tell myself that what happened in the Tragedy Timeline was him, not me. He did all that. I had no control over anything, not even my sense of self until the Neo World Program put me back together.

And killing or ordering someone to kill would actually be you this time?

Exactly. And up until now, everything we did, we did it without having to resort to that. It was probably harder, and we made a lot of mistakes, but we still did it. Every time.

This is different from Mizuta. He never wanted to be a part of all this, and he gave up his own life to save his daughter. But Shirogane...she loves all this.

And seeing what she does to everyone, including Kaede and Erika...yeah. I want this bitch to pay.

...But that's something you can't ever take back. I don't care who it is, and I don't want to hear about how someone "deserves" it. That's a really dangerous word to use when you're talking about this sorta thing.

Do you really believe you'd take things too far?

...I don't know. I don't want to resort to killing...but I want fucking Shirogane gone just as much as anyone! I really do, and I'm pissed at myself for ever letting things get THAT bad!

...Kaede and Erika are our grandkids. Wouldn't it...be right for us to be there too? What would you think if your grandfather did something that ruined everything, and then he sat on the sidelines and didn't help fix any of it?

But that's not what happened. Shirogane is the one who did all this, Haji. You are allowed to be mad at the people who've hurt you and exploited your kindness, and you know it.

But you know what you could do instead of deciding the only way anyone will forgive you is if you take revenge?

You work on helping yourself be better, and you rely on the people around you to help with things you can't solve on your own. I talked with Sayuri, and all she asked was that we try to learn from our mistakes. That's all she needed to know.

I promise you, Haji, nobody in the future wants you to do something you know you'll regret.

...

[theshoesofatiredman]

lol this shit pisses me off so much sorry for going on a rant in the tags there are like. 45000 different sects of christianity all of them think they have the correct interpretation and correct beliefs and correct morals etc “like what book did you read🤨?” the book that brought about 45000 denominations that all believe they're correct you are more than welcome to think everyone else is incorrect but the condescension of someone daring to have a different interpretation when the religion itself has tens of thousands of denominations? absolutely wild to me which brings me to my second point even if it is the completely incorrect interpretation. like even if you can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt it's incorrect knowing the “correct” belief does nothing to mitigate the harm the “incorrect” belief caused it doesn't get rid of the culture surrounding that “incorrect” belief that allowed it to exist in that church/denomination to me it's like someone telling me my ex partner mistreated me & expecting the knowledge of that to cure all the trauma of the mistreatment that's not how this works “a Real Partner wouldn't have treated you like that” dope. still got mistreated. still have to work through that like. so often we're not having theological discussions about beliefs. we're talking about the things we learned or heard that were harmful discussions about correct vs incorrect beliefs are like Not Super Relevant usually and the other thing that pisses me off about sentiments like this is the victim blaming it's Your Fault actually for believing what your church told you for believing the people you were told you had to listen to for the sake of your eternal soul for doing what the people who claim to speak for god are telling you do and this extra super pisses me off when So many people are born into this and grow up in the church and often 1. do not have any say in what church they go to or the people they're surrounded by and 2. the people in said church (that Again. They Did Not Choose) are literally shaping their reality and morality and beliefs you're allowed to have your own beliefs and i get that it's frustrating that people are “wrong” about it but so often y'all are so preoccupied by telling the person talking about it that They Are Wrong and You Are Right that you lack any sort of empathy for the thing people are Actually talking about which is typically “i was hurt and/or the people around me were hurt by this” if you don't like the beliefs argue about it with your fellow christians who Actually hold them (also i'll delete this if you want me to i just get so irked about this lmfao)

I'm adding your tags to the post @deservedgrace because you're absolutely right and should say it!!! So often the conversation about what is Actually Correct Theology™ completely overlooks addressing the real harm that people experienced. And it is especially true when the reason something is Actually Incorrect Theology has nothing to do with the damage done but everything to do with whether or not there's scriptural basis. Because then it leaves all the people who were saying "this hurts!" out in the cold.

One of the most infuriating things about interfacing with sacred beliefs is there's rarely room for impact assessment. It didn't matter if the real human woman my friend was dating actually wanted to be kissed and wouldn't have felt "dishonored" or "mistreated" by him doing that. What mattered was that God said that it WOULD be dishonoring and disrespectful. When God says it, it doesn't matter whether the beliefs cause the world to burn down, because it is still righteous.

If religious folks put the lived experiences of people above their dogma, assessed whether or not their theological practice was righteous by the impact it had on the people involved, then I think the world would be a better place and they'd be a lot safer to be around. I think there are some people inside Christianity who are working to create spaces for people to heal from bad teaching and 'spiritual abuse'. But they likely would still clutch their pearls if asked to create the same kind of healing environments for queer people harmed by religious bigotry. Because ultimately they're not looking at the harm and saying the teaching is wrong; they're still looking at dogma first.

Me and anon both seem to agree that a god who says you can't kiss before marriage isn't one you should worship. The difference is that they think it because they believe the One True God™ doesn't require that, so any god that does would be false, and I think it because such a requirement seems like it would cause harm by giving people a lot of sexual shame and anxiety (and also larger problem of evil reasons lol). The level of care for other people involved in the methods of reasoning here is not the same.

“Idk call me crazy but I don't think you should worship a god who says you can't kiss someone before you're married.”

He literally didn't tho??

Same with drinking (which God didn't outlaw), and people still misread “being an alcoholic isn't that great of an idea” to start the Prohibition.

Like, what book did you read, bro?

When I was a Christian, I did not believe that you couldn't kiss before marriage. But I knew some Christians felt that way. I made this post after I had a long conversation with one such person. This person genuinely believes that not only is the kissing prohibition sound theological practice supported by scripture, but that he heard the voice of God tell him this directly. Hard to compete with that kind of revelation by asking for him to show where he gets that from the Bible.

However, perhaps a more salient point is that I'm an atheist - to me there is no existing divine revelation. God hasn't said anything. So it doesn't matter to me whether it's in the book or not, because real flesh and blood people sincerely believe it and let it impact how they live their lives. And I think those people should ask themselves if it makes sense to listen to the edicts of someone who cares so much about where they put their lips but doesn't seem to lift a finger to stop the rampant suffering and loss of life that's present the world over.

I assume from the wording of your ask that you are a Christian, in which case you are able to say: "God didn't say that." I will continue to ask: "why worship a God that says that?"

[the-cooler-kira]

Can I have a fic where Josuke tries to make up with reader after an argument? He is feeling sorry and bad for hurting their feelings.

Apologies || Josuke Higashikata x Reader

cw: swearing, arguing, overthinking on both ends, josuke being mean at first, female reader, unedited

summary: josuke and his gf have an argument and he feels guilty after so he tries making it up to her after they cooled down as requested by @honeyhugs-obssession

MASTERLIST

Some nerve. Some nerve Josuke, your boyfriend, had. The nerve of him to tell you what you should and shouldn't be feeling! How dare he!?

"Quit it. You're overreacting."

His words cut like a razor, they were enough to get you riled up.

"Seriously? So you're just going to allow those fans of yours to get way too chummy with you?"

You couldn't help feeling nothing but jealousy and rage whenever any of his fans would talk to him, fawning over him, acting differently for his attention.

"They're not fans! And nobody is getting chummy with anybody!"

His words fell on deaf ears. You knew damn well they wanted nothing more than to get in his pants.

"Are you kidding me..? You're defending them!?"

You couldn't believe he was actually standing up for those disgusting homewreckers.

"Yeah, so what if I am? They haven't done anything wrong!"

His words made your blood boil.

"They haven't done anything wrong, huh? Oh, apart from constantly trying to fucking break us up because they're so obsessed with you!"

You couldn't stand the fact so many people had their eyes on your boyfriend. Who do they think they are!?

"If anything you sound like you're the obsessed one! You sound like some clingy, possessive bitch!"

Silence fell upon the two of you, it was so quiet you could hear your own racing heartbeat and your boiling blood race around your body. Did he seriously just say that? Is that what he thinks of you? Does he even realise what he just said?

"Is that what you think of me...?" You asked him quietly, raising your eyebrow ever-so-slightly.

"Wait, no-" he realised what he said, immediately regretting it.

"If that's what you think then they can fucking have you." You spat, turning your back to walk back to your house. Originally, the plan was to go to his house as it was after school on a Friday afternoon. You normally had sleepovers every Friday, alternating between each others houses, but you were too pissed off to stay around.

"Baby, please, I didn't mean it." He tried getting through to you. You kept walking, not wanting to hear any more as you bite back the tears and walk in the opposite direction of his house. He reached an arm out but pulled it back, realising you both needed time to cool off. "Fuck!"

You heard his angered shout, but kept walking. It wasn't until you rounded the corner when he turned around and kept walking to his house, hoping his mother wasn't home so he wouldn't have to explain why you weren't with him like you normally were, and explain to her how he just accidentally called his girlfriend a bitch. It would definitely earn him a slap.

Tomoko was home, but she was cleaning the kitchen and the radio was on full volume ,so she didn't notice her son stomp upstairs to his room.

Why did he argue with you? Why didn't he try reassure you? Why did he say that? Why didn't he make you wait so he could apologise? Why? Why!? WHY!?

He let out a loud groan of frustration into his pillow as he collapsed on his bed, not even caring he was still in his school uniform. It was even starting to get dark out, but he didn't bother to get up to pull the curtains or to turn a light on. It doesn't matter. Nothing else matters. He said something horrible to someone he loves deeply and he had to be held accountable.

You should have slapped him. Why didn't you slap him? Damn you and your kind nature! Even in the face of insult you remained somewhat civil. Damn it all! 

The conflicted boy let go of his pillow, shoving it down on the mattress beside him, to stare up at the shadowed ceiling of his bedroom. His mind was racing with ideas of what he could do to make it up to you, but nothing felt enough.

You, on the other hand, had broken down as soon as you shut the front door behind you as your parents were out of town for the week and wouldn’t return until next weekend. Is that really what he thinks of you? Had you really been that clingy and possessive? Was he right? 

Breaking the deafening silence, your stomach let out a low growl reminding you that normally you would be sitting on the floor of your boyfriend’s living room watching a movie and eating fast food. Your stomach’s plea for food went ignored as you sighed and got up to go to your bedroom, not even bothering to shut the door before crumbling on your bed. It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. You were insulted by one of the few people you care tremendously for and you wanted answers.

As much as you wanted answers and courage, you also wanted to cry and sleep. 

What was going to happen? Was he going to ignore you? Break up with you? Act like nothing happened? Surely not... right? These terrifying thoughts infected your mind, making your limbs tremble and your eyes grow heavy.

----

The next morning, Josuke got up earlier than usual. Normally, he would be cuddling with you into the late Saturday morning, but the cold pillow he was clinging onto reminded him that you weren’t there and that he had majorly messed up. 

He groaned quietly into his pillow before getting up and stretching, realising he was still in his uniform. He slept all throughout the remainder of the evening and the night, explaining the early awakening. Disgusted, he tore off his uniform and headed for the bathroom. He wanted, no, he needed to make a good impression. He needed to see you. He needed to make it up to you. 

When his lengthy shower had ended, he dried himself off and threw on some freshly washed clothes, he could still smell the cotton-scented laundry detergent as he sprayed the subtle vanilla cologne you liked so much all over him.

He walked downstairs to meet his mother, who was sipping coffee on the living room sofa while watching the morning news. Damn it.

“Since when do you wake up early?” She commented, shocked to see her son awake and dressed so nicely at this hour of the morning. She noticed the nicer-than-usual clothes and the sweet-smelling scents, growing her curiosity by the second. “What’s the occasion?”

“Long story short, I messed up and I need to make it up to (Y/N).” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, finally meeting eyes with Tomoko.

“Messed up..? What did you do?”

“Is this necessary? I don’t really want to talk about it, mom.”

“I need to know the severity of the situation! (Y/N) is perfect for you, I like her and she makes you happy.”

“Yeah, I know-”

“So tell me what happened.” She finished her coffee before putting the mug down on the side table beside her and facing her son again.

"I may or may not have...called (Y/N) a bitch-" the teenager looked everywhere apart from his mom, knowing she would immediately become furious with him.

"YOU DID WHAT!?" To say the woman was furious was an understatement, she couldn't believe her son would say such a thing to his own girlfriend! "You are going to go over there and apologise. Immediately."

This was something not even Crazy Diamond could fix.

----

You barely got any sleep last night: you kept drifting in and out of consciousness, your anxieties keeping you up until you got exhausted again. You were still in shock, denial even. You had hoped it was some horrible nightmare, and that you would wake up in his arms so he could comfort you and tell you he'd never say such a thing. But it wasn't. It wasn't a horrible nightmare and that made it all the more terrifying.

At around sunrise, which was early considering it was summer, you decided to just get up for the day. Maybe taking a long-awaited, steamy shower and making yourself some food would be the answer to your problems. Momentarily, at least.

When you hopped in the shower, the warm water was welcoming. It invited you to stay longer in the enveloping embrace, but you don't like the feeling of your fingertips when they've been in the water too long and they look more shrivelled up than prunes.

You had just finished drying your hair when you heard a knock at the door, making you nearly drop the hairdryer on your foot due to the sudden force. It sounded desperate. Was that possible?

"Coming!" You shouted, letting your mystery guest know that you weren't just ignoring them. Who could it be? It couldn't be Josuke... could it?

Starting to tremble, you walk down the stairs so you could greet your visitor... it was Josuke!

The panicked boy was also trembling, much more visibly than to his liking, and he could feel the sweat running down his back and forming in the palms of his hands. However, he was holding gifts in both hands so you couldn't see the sole reason for your boyfriend's annoyance. In one hand, he held a bag filled to the brim of your favourite treats and drinks, including some snacks from Tonio's. The other hand held a bouquet of your favourite flowers, ready to be put in a vase.

His blueberry eyes met yours for the first time since yesterday's altercation, you could see all the emotion waiting to burst from him and how he looked sadder than a kicked puppy.

"Josuke, what-" you had began speaking but he interrupted you so he could apologise before any tears spilled from his beautiful blue eyes. Damn his gorgeous genes!

"Listen, (Y/N), I am so so so damn sorry about what I said yesterday." That was all you needed to hear, but he kept going, "I never meant a word of it, I swear! I don't know why but I was feeling pissed and it lead to me snapping at you, and for that I'm sorry." He looked down, just the mention of what he did made him feel ashamed of himself. What kind of man treats the one he loves like that? "I understand if-"

"Shut up. Please." You sniffled, shuffling closer to him and looking up at him with a watery smile.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes met yours again, taking note of the tears threatening to spill from your angelic eyes.

"Come here, you big idiot." You opened your arms and your boyfriend, who was also on the verge of crying, put the plastic bag of treats as well as the flowers down at your feet and picked you up in a tight embrace. "I thought you hated me," you mumbled quietly but he could hear you because your head was rested on his shoulder.

"No, I could never hate you, baby!" He hugged you tighter at your confession, feeling guilty for making you feel such a way. He practically worshipped you, so to have you think he hates you? Wrong. Completely and absolutely wrong.

"I'm sorry," you nuzzled closer into his neck.

"Why are you saying sorry? You haven't done anything wrong!"

"I don't know."

"You don't have to apologise, not when I'm in the wrong and I'll do anything to make you feel better. You make me so happy, (Y/N), I really don't know how a guy like me was able to get someone like you. At the same time, I don't know where I'd be without you." He ranted, holding you close as humanly possible. He stopped when he felt his neck become increasingly wet with your tears, smiling softly and cherishing your tight embrace. Afraid that if he let go you would disappear.

"I love you, Josuke."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

[marshmallowprotection]

Is there any version of Saeran you prefer over the others? Or are you a bit like me and like them all? XD

But the fact that Ray and Suit Saeran are part of the same overarching journey to become GE Saeran does make it kind of confusing

And SE Saeran

So it's really just a matter of journeys and endings I suppose?

...

I probably worded that really weirdly, but I saw that you love Saeran too, so I had to ask! :)

Well, it's complicated. We've got a lot of variants of this character that exist so when someone says they like Saeran, that can mean a lot of things. I mean, look at how many of them you have to choose from in the canon: Unknown, SE Saeran, Ray, Suit Saeran, VAE Ray, and GE Saeran. I love Saeran Choi fully and that means that I have a lotta love and care in my heart for every single one of them. So, it would be so much easier for me to say, "Hey, I like them all equally!" but that's not the case.

I like them for different reasons so they fall in different areas as far as my liking them goes. So, to compare them in a ranking wouldn't do a lot of good since there's no need to rank them over each other when they provide a different sense of comfort to me when I need to have it the most. I can't say I prefer one over the other when I like all of the Saerans' because of that. One might have a stronger appeal today to me, but it could be an entirely different one tomorrow! I hope that is something that makes sense.

Unknown was the one who initially grabbed my eye in 2016. I got the Bad Ending in the prologue and I knew I needed to know more about him. I wasn't sure if he would have content that I could interact with as far as a romanceable route went because it seemed like he was either going to be a secret route or a villain without one.

So, the way I was playing the game back then was trying to do whatever it took to learn information about him; That meant I had to play every route in the game to be able to piece together information about him. So, I had to do all five routes to be able to learn everything about him. It was difficult to be able to do that so I was thriving back then with any chance I could interact with him. Unknown was just so interesting to me as a character.

It's very easy to write him off as just a typical villain character when you’re playing the game at the start with Zen, Yoosung, and Jaehee. You could choose to ignore him and simply engage with the rest of the RFA if you want.

But, by the time you get to Jumin and Seven, you can’t ignore him. You have to admit he is important and integral to the plot. Watching that play out from the very beginning of not knowing anything about him to be able to come to understand that his journey is similar to yours. You're pulled into something against your will and you have no choice but to run with it. 

The more that I was able to learn about him, the more I felt like I could see myself in him. I've been through similar unfortunate circumstances just like Saeran. When it comes to Unknown, he feels like a caged dog. He's been pushed to a point where the only way that he can react to things is through anger and lashing out. People have stolen his belief in hopes and dreams.

The only thing that he's allowed to believe in is destruction. He has been robbed of his consent over and over and over and over again to the brink of madness. It's easy to identify with him when it comes to that regard. If you've ever felt a palpable sense of anger because you were mistreated, you can see a lot of your hurt in Unknown.

A lot of the people I know who like Unknown the most identify with that and want to be told it's okay to be pissed that you were wronged. When I think about his character I think about wanting to be okay with anger even if anger feels like it's terrifying sometimes. It feels like when you imagine him in a comfort setting that it's a safe place to explore those feelings.

SE Saeran is also in that same boat.

He was pushed to the brink. At the end of his journey, he is still forced to do things whether he likes them or not. He was forced into recovery by others. The hospital staff treated him like shit and a problem… when all he needed was a change in his health program and more support. There was so much done wrong to him after Mint Eye, I swear.

I'm not always happy with the choices that his brother made to take him out of the hospital but it was the only way to keep Saeran alive. I can't be angry with his brother for doing what he knew was going to save his life. Saeran wouldn't even have the choice to figure out what kind of life he would want if their father figured out where they were. He did what he had to do. 

He could have either left his brother in the hospital where the situation was becoming toxic by the minute and left him at risk of being discovered by their father, or he could’ve taken him into the bunker for safety until he could find him an actual professional who could tend to his needs properly later. Saeyoung did the best he could there, but even that wasn’t great. It was a realistic response but it's a hard one to stomach. 

It's just like when he was forced into living with V and Rika. It's just like how his brother made a decision without talking to him to join the agency. He has continually been robbed of his consent over and over and over again. Everybody in his life has made decisions for him and he has never been allowed to make one once. It continues to this day because he is forced to live with his brother whether he likes it or not. It still feels like being caged. 

He has more control than he did in the past but there is still so much that he is not able to do for his own safety. He's not really free. He has to stay in the bunker. His brother has to stay in the bunker in some regard. Their father is still out there. He has more mobility than he did in the past but he still does not have all of the freedom in the world that he dreamed of. At the very least, he still has the sky. 

I relate to that. I know a lot of people that like this Saeran relate to that. They know what it feels like to have been robbed of power and they want somebody who can stand by them and understand what that feels like firsthand without being overwhelmed. You don't want to be judged. You just want someone to sit next to you and be with you in peace and quiet.

I will admit that the name of this blog is about Ray. If you told me that I had to stack all of them on top of each other to figure out who would be on top, he tends to be the one that wins out most days as far as comfort scenarios go. I care about all of them but I find that I relate the most on a personal level to Ray. He's a character that is very near and dear to my heart and I think he'll always be that way no matter what happens in life. He's a complicated character that tends to get mischaracterized a lot by folks who assume he’s one way and not another. 

He is a character who is riddled with faults and complex feelings. On the one hand, he can be really determined and Brazen. He can make himself work for hours on end without stopping because he has a goal in sight that needs to be done. He won't let himself stop because it has to be finished. He is a man that is searching for praise and comfort, and it's just unfortunate that he's looking in all the wrong places.

He works hard because he wants to be given even the smallest amount of praise. It's not a surprise that he thrives on the smallest of compliments from somebody. He is starved for affection because he is given nothing.

He has the tendency to become lost in Daydreams because that's the only place that he has control of in his life. He becomes infatuated with things easily and sometimes that gets him carried away and it hurts him. He'll become obsessed with a fantasy that he has and if it doesn't work out, it will destroy him.

He wants to have good things in his life but he doesn't know how to get them. He doesn't know how to fight for them. All he knows is he's never going to be good enough until he proves himself to Rika. But he's never going to prove himself to somebody when the person he is aiming towards is just going to keep stringing him along like a fish chasing a lure.

It's easy to see myself in his actions. Both the good ones and the bad ones. When I look at his character, it helps me to see that I can have good things and I don't need to be afraid of them. I don't need to let my insecurities run rampant and consume me. Because, if it wasn't for the fact that Rika caught him in the act of shifting his view, he might’ve left Mint Eye with us.

He was already going against the rules over and over again. He made a fake Elixir. He lied to that woman. He continually went out of his way to make sure that you were not hurting and suffering like him. It would only have been a matter of time before he realized that that place wasn't sustainable for you or him. I feel like he would have risked everything to protect the player if need be. Sure, it is a situation that would’ve been messy... but I know him and I know what he’d do for the player. You mean more to him than Rika, as scared as he is to admit it.

Suit Saeran… Do you know what it feels like to have been told that you need to be strong in a specific way to survive? Do you know what it feels like to be compromised by the realization that that strength isn't actually what's good for you? If you put yourself in his shoes, you will find the most tortured individual that you can imagine.

If anybody in this world is feeling what the endless struggle feels like, it's actually him. His endless struggle is to feel like he has to be the strongest to survive. He says so himself. If he is not strong enough to do what needs to be done, then he'll be destroyed. He doesn't know what he wants out of life or who he wants to be, the only thing he knows is that he needs to be stronger, or else he'll never get to do anything else. 

He has been taught to believe that the only way to survive is to be so maliciously cruel that nobody could ever come and hurt you ever again.

It can be a self-defense mechanism that a lot of people feel. It's not healthy and it doesn't do you good in the long run, but it makes sense why people feel that they have to back that way to protect themselves. There is no excuse for his actions or any of the bad actions that any Saeran takes. But I feel like if you demonize it without thinking about why this is the way that it is, you may not be able to understand more about the pain.

You don't have to forgive him or be okay with any of the choices that he made. But, for me, personally, when I interact with him, I see somebody that has been pushed into believing that he has to survive no matter what. I see somebody who is trying to be strong in the wrong way to protect the people that he cares about. The people he can't admit he cares about. If he admits any weakness, then it will be used against him.

That was proven by Ray being tortured for kissing you.

When it comes to the people who like him, the people that genuinely like him and understand him, they’re looking for comfort. They're looking for somebody that has been tortured just as much as they have and maybe they've done things in the past that they're not proud of. Or maybe they happen to be looking for a character who is struggling in the middle of that moment of anger and they need to have something that says that these feelings can happen. Maybe they need validation and knowing that they're in the middle of the worst feeling ever. 

Maybe they need to see a character that can admit their mistakes and be willing to make them right in the end. Maybe they need to know that it's okay to start over again even if you messed up. You might not be able to get back what you lost, but you can start over again... and again.. and again. It’s okay. Even if you don't believe that it's possible. That is often what I need to hear. That it's okay to get up after I fall. 

GE Saeran is liberation. He is the power of looking your demons in the eye and choosing to be stronger than them. He chooses to be strong by deciding to not give in to their game. All of the villains in his life have always weaponized anger and threat to silence him and push him down. It would be easy for him to go back to that to face off against them, but he chooses not to do that.

He chooses to live in a way that is healthy and better for him. He chooses to let go of anger as a weapon. He still has it inside of him, but he chooses to push the anger down and choose what is right for him. It is the most admirable thing to see. 

He knows what it feels like to be angry. He knows what it feels like to weaponize that anger against other people. He knows what it feels like to think that you are strong because you are mighty and terrify everybody.

But, you know what he learned in the midst of weaponizing anger?

He saw you and that changed everything.

He saw you look anger right in the face and choose to never return it. He can remember his actions as Suit Saeran. He can remember doing and saying things that he will be haunted by for the rest of his life. Even though you have forgiven him, he doesn't have it in him to forgive himself until he can face his demons.

That is partially why he chooses to face his father, V, and Rika firsthand. He knew that the only way he was going to be able to learn how to forgive himself after everything that he did was to process his trauma and forgive those people that hurt him first. He became angry and consumed by that anger because of the actions of those people. He chose to forgive so he could learn how to forgive himself for hurting you in the first place. If he could forgive those people, he could forgive himself.

I know there are a lot of people who do not agree with his actions. I know there are a lot of people who are upset with him for choosing to do that. But, you shouldn't be upset with him for choosing what's right for him and his healing Journey. His after ending is about your choice and your decision to do what is right for you. You can choose to do anything you want for your journey and nobody should judge you for it. Nobody should judge you for choosing what you need to do to feel like you are in the process of being happier and freer from the trauma that you have suffered. 

The point of that after ending was to tell you that nobody can decide what you are allowed to feel about your trauma. You are allowed to feel your way and somebody else can feel another way. You are justified in yours and they are justified in theirs. That was the healthiest thing that the game could have done in that regard.

If you are angry, you are allowed to be angry. You are allowed to hold on to something and never forgive people if that is what you choose. As long as you don't hurt yourself or other people with that anger, it's fine. If you want to forgive and decide what that means for yourself, you can choose that. If that's what you want, take that path. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise. 

When it comes to GE Saeran, the love for him is like… It's like knowing that you're going to be okay. It's like seeing somebody who struggled and suffered for so long finally get the chance to be happy. I feel like seeing him reach that conclusion for himself means that we are all capable of getting there in our own way. We are allowed to pave the future in a way that makes sense for us. I know that everybody that likes him the most knows that it's going to be okay. He'll always be with us. He'll be with us just like we were there for him. I think that's a comfort. It's definitely a comfort for me.

So, to make the long of the short of it, there's a reason to like each individual one in your own way. They mean something different to everybody so it's interesting to figure out who somebody places on top over the others for whatever reason they see fit. We all find comfort in different ways and it's so great that we all get to feel all of these things about Saeran.

I am so grateful for him. He might just be a fictional character but fictional characters mean everything to so many people. They inspire us and drive us to create and feel things. I feel like we become better people because of the interactions that we have with characters in media like this. They teach us something and I certainly will not forget the things that I have been taught by this character. 

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

His Little Princess. (Nerd!Hyunjin x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, punishment, degradation, kidnapping. Both of you are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

Hyunjin's hands were a little shaky as he stood in front of the busy table during break time, knowing it was the only time when he'd be able to approach her as their schedules clashed. Adjusting his round spectacles one more time, the boy turned his head to look at his friends at a table far away. The 8 boys gave him huge smiles and stuck their thumbs up at him, nodding at their friend as they silently encouraged him to go for it. Taking in a huge breath, Hyunjin turned to look forward again, taking the few remaining steps towards it.

"Y- Y/n…" His soft call went unnoticed as all the cool kids on the table continued to eat and enjoy their break. Looking back at his friends, he groaned inwardly but they shook their heads and warned him not to come back without asking her. Yes, it seemed easy in the heat of the moment but now… standing in front of all these people… even thinking of proposing her while she looked so pretty with her pink dyed hair… busy on her phone like this…

"Y- Y/n!" Hyunjin let out after standing there for 5 minutes. The whole table went silent as his heart started to thump anxiously. Okay snap. Maybe that was too loud. Everyone slowly started to quieten down, heads turning toward Hyunjin and just why was a nerdy loser like him calling someone as the pretty and beautiful Y/n like this so informally?

"U- Uh…" The girl who had averted her gaze from her phone sounded, raising an eyebrow because she remembered him from one of her classes last year. Maybe…? She wasn't even sure if she'd even seen him before.

"I- I was wondering…" Biting the inside of his cheek, Hyunjin gave himself a whole mental peptalk, feeling like his heart was about to burst from all this attention on him. Come on. It wasn't this hard… right? He'd prepared for like two weeks now. Ever since senior prom was announced. It was his last prom. Last year's had been terrible too. It was now or never. "I was wo-ndering i- if you c- could come with m- me t- to senior p- prom-" before he could finish his sentence, some people on her table started chuckling.

"Wooooooh! Is our very own Y/n getting asked out right now?!" A girl bitchily laughed while clapping, causing the girl in question to bite her lip, cheeks flushing.

Fuck. Why couldn't he have just slid in a letter or something like the rest of her admirers? Was embarrassing her like this in the cafeteria necessary?

"I cannot believe this nerd just asked Y/n out!" A guy shook his head before the whole cafeteria started to buzz with whispers.

"Hey boy!" Hyunjin fell to the floor when a muscular guy from the table, who always followed Y/n around like a dog, suddenly got up, pissed. "Get the fuck back! Why're you embarrassing her?!" Grabbing a carton of juice her angrily splashed it at Hyunjin's face. "Is this your little attempt at making her a laughing stock or what?! You know damn well people like her don't go with people like us!"

Everyone started laughing at Hyunjin, pointing at him while ridiculing him, causing tears to form under his juice covered spectacles, only getting further ruined when a girl from the table tossed her lunch on him. But none of that humiliation could have broken his heart as much as when Y/n got up without sparing him another glance, picking her bag up before leaving the cafeteria in anger and embarrassment.

.

"Who the fuck does that girl think she is?" Minho spat in pure hatred as Hyunjin finally went to sleep in his room, the rest of the boys now downstairs in his living room. "I knew she was a self proclaimed Princess and all but this?!" It was already really hard to impress the boy and this had angered him.

They had scooped a crying and heartbroken Hyunjin up from the cafeteria, the muscular guy insulting them as well as he 'advised' them to bring Hyunjin off his little cloud. Then they'd brought the boy home on short leave before forcing him to shower and then he just shut off, collapsing on the bed before going to sleep.

"These popular people are ruthless…" Changbin sighed, tiredly relaxing on the couch.

"They're nobody's. Changing groups is nothing to them. Friends don't mean anything to them neither do feelings. If you're popular, they're your friend. But if you're not, you don't matter as a person." Chan shook his head in distaste, all of them hurt for their friend.

"You're right." Jeongin agreed.

"Guys…" Seungmin, who was the only one that hadn't spoken until now ever since the incident sounded, raising his head. "I… have a plan."

.

Y/n slowly raised to consciousness, blinking and groaning when she didn't recognize her surroundings, feeling a painful bound around her wrists as her ankles burned too. "W- What the…" She tried to speak, blinking as the girl tried to recall her recent memories, gasping once she remembered. Oh yes. She was in the parking lot of the school, walking to her car when she felt someone grab her from behind before a wet, funny smelling towel was pressed to her mouth.

"I- Is someone h- here…?" She whispered, throat painfully dry. "Hello…?" Her voice broke. "H- Help! Someone… h- help!" Y/n's body slowly started to fill with panic as she tried to struggle, realising that she was in a basement, placed on a chair whilst her hands were cuffed and legs were tied to a damn spreaderbar.

"Nobody will help you so I suggest you stop that pathetic little screaming already, Princess." Felix spoke as him and all the boys except Hyunjin entered he basement, smirking at her panicked state.

"Oh look who's awake!" Changbin ridiculed with a mocking smile.

"Tsk. Do you even deserve the 'help' that you oh so desperately want?" Han was disgusted with her as he glared at her.

"Y- YOU- WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Y/n yelled at them, trying to break out of her restraints pathetically, trying to recognise them before realising in despair that she didn't know any of these nerves. "LET ME GO! OR YOU'LL GO TO JAIL- AHHH!" The males laughed at her when she fell off the chair, falling on her face as her skirt flew up.

"We will go to jail?!" Woojin raised an eyebrow as he crouched in front of her. "When disgusting whores like you get to roam around freely?!" Pulling his hand back, the boy slapped her across the face, making her cry out.

"Uhuhuh~" Chan shook his head as he sat on the chair and pulled her back by the spreader bar. "Now, now, Woojin. Little girls shouldn't be hit like that." Before the stronger one of them all picked the girl up by the spreader bar, all of them laughing at the humiliating sight since her skirt was up all the way. "This is how brats are supposed to be handled." Laying her over his knees, Chan landed a smack on Y/n's ass, making her legs kick in pain as she tried to struggle but it was literally impossible.

"Do you think you even deserve to struggle?! After you've been so disgusting and rightfully deserving of this punishment?!" Minho slapped her jiggling ass now, not one of them willing to get effected even though she was a living breathing female with a gorgeous body and they were all inexperienced virgins. Why? Because she was Hyunjin's.

His little Princess.

"O- OKAY PLEASE S- STOP! PLEASE! I WON'T TELL THE COPS! JUST STOP! PLEASE!" The girl started begging now, making them chuckle at her, the rest landing smacks on her ass now as Chan manhandled her struggle, not allowing her to move one bit. "P- PLEASE! O- OUCH!"

"You popular people are so pathetic. Acting all mighty but actually not capable of anything." Jeongin shook his head in disdain.

"Oh it's not just that reason but one of the many behind these popular kids being pathetic!" Han smacked the back of her head, enjoying how she shook under them.

"Hyunjin better punish her well! Tsk! He was just trying to ask you on a date! With all due respect!" Changbin pulled at her hair.

"And you treated her like he disrespected you or something." Seungmin shook his head in disgust.

"How do you like it now, huh?" Felix suddenly splashed ice cold water on her face, causing her to cry out as he ignored her begs, a cold expression on his face.

The boys were ignoring her constant pleads and cries, laughing and spanking her before a voice came from upstairs, a shadow forming on the stairs. "... Guys?" It had been 2 days since the whole incident, Hyunjin was slowly recovering. "W- What are you doin-" the boy's eyes widened as he moved further down, his legs going shaky at the sight before him.

"I- Is that… WHAT THE HECK?!" Rushing the rest of the way to Chan, Hyunjin crouched down in front of him, moving the weeping girl's hair out of the way. "IS T- THAT Y/-" gasping loudly, the boy looked around at his friends, getting angry at the sight of her red face with her skirt resting on her back, limbs tied up tightly. "WHAT ARE YOU-- LET HER GO!" Getting up on his feet, he tried to fight Chan, being pushed back by Han and Changbin as he tried to reach Y/n.

"Don't you remember how you were insulted for literally only trying to ask the girl you like out?!" Felix yelled over the commotion he was making with Han and Changbin.

"We are not your enemies!" Han panted heavily, having a hard time pushing the bigger boy back.

"They dumped food on you! Pushed you to the ground! Made fun of you! The whole cafeteria laughed at you!" Minho added in to the fire, frustrated from how fucking whipped their friend pathetically was.

"B- But that's n- not Y/n's f- fault!" Hyunjin wavered, biting his lip as his heart started thumping.

"Yes it fucking is!" Seungmin shot at him. "You think anyone would have dared done anything had she not done that pathetic cute little act before walking out on her Princess heals like that?" Hyunjin blinked at them and then at her struggling and crying form, his fresh wounds cutting open once again as he remembered all of it. Pushing Han and Changbin away, the boy walked closer to her now, crouching in front of Chan as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

"H- HYUNJIN PLEASE! PLEASE! I DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! PLEASE!" His heart flurttered from how his name rolled off her tongue, throat getting dry. Oh how he'd wished to hear her say his name.

"Yes, you did." Reaching for her ass, Hyunjin placed his shaking and sweaty hand over it, feeling it up before he groped it, instantly getting hard. "Yes, you did. You allowed them to treat me like that." Y/n was shaking her head repeatedly and he grew frustrated, slapping her already spanked cheek. "Don't lie… baby. I fucking hate it when people do that."

Getting up, he started undoing his belt before he could stop himself, pulling it out the hoops before doubling it and bringing it to her ass, feeling a strange kind of satisfaction from her cry of pain. "All I asked was a question. I never stepped past my boundaries…" Going for her beautiful sit spots now, Hyunjin forced himself to not drool before he made her scream again. "And you had them humiliate me like that as if I did something disrespectful… tsk…" Y/n was shaking in Chan's hold as she hysterically cried from the pain, shock and terror. "And now I have no choice but to humiliate you back, huh?"

"Exactly, good little girls don't behave like that at all." Jeongin shook his head, making Hyunjin look up at all of them, a new kind of darkness in his eyes.

"Get out." That was enough to make them all empty the basement of his house as his parents were never home, taking Y/n from Chan before he followed others and closed the door behind them. "Had you not done that disgusting little act, you wouldn't have been humiliated like this, baby." The girl trembled as he sat in the chair, throwing the belt away.

"H- Hyunjin, p- please… I am sorry…"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, I am afraid, darling." Affectionately brushing her hair out of her pretty face, Hyunjin admired her beautiful features that were currently swollen and red, pressing his lips to her nose. "Not when you're looking so beautiful like this with your ass tight in this lace underwear, baby." The girl felt a shudder go down his spine as he caressed and groped her ass to soothe the pain. "I hope you didn't let them see too much, huh? You're all mine."

Y/n let out a weak little whimper when he placed her on the ground, spreading the bar which forcefully held her legs open, causing him to get even more hard from the sight. "I wasn't planning this, Princess. But now that you're here…" Hyunjin's voice was dangerously low as he opened his pants, hurriedly tugging them down along his boxers and allowing his hard cock go spring out.

"W- Wait!" The girl tried to look behind her as she was on her chest. "What are you d- doing?!" Her time was alert and alarmed, breaths heavy.

"What am I doing?" Raising an eyebrow, Hyunjin wiped the sweat off his forehead and pushed his hair back that was heavily sweating, adjusting his spectacles as he crouched behind her. "What do you fucking think?" As Y/n slowly realised what was about to take place, her struggles became frequent and loud once again, begging him to stop. "Tsk… sorry but I don't listen to nasty little whores. I bet you're not even a virgin despite barely being 18, huh?" Grabbing her panties, Hyunjin ripped them off, leaning down to kiss and lick at her bruised ass, the marks caused by his belt and his friends -which he wasn't so happy about- making his cock twitch as the tip grazed against the soft skin of her sitspots, causing the girl to shudder.

"H- Hyunji--"

"Just shut up already, Y/n-ah…" His fingers started to graze against her squishy pussy lips that were leaking. "You're leaking so much… Tsk… is it one of your fetishes? Being punished by your… owner and his friends? Was that maybe why you overacted so much on the situation? Purposefully acting out… perhaps?" The girl could only pathetically cry in response, hating how his finger pushed in her pussy lips, the spreader bar forcing her to open up as his index finger slowly rubbed her up and down.

"So what if a… nerd likes a popular girl? Must it be so complicated? Must it always be so fucking stereotypical? Why? Are we not humans?" His nail prodded against her opening slowly that he wasn't honestly sure was even her opening, looking down to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong, his only knowledge all the porn he'd watched. "Why am I treated like trash, huh?" A gasp left Y/n when his finger suddenly slid in her cunt, slowly pumping up and down. "Just because I wear spectacles for my bad eyesight and am good at studying? Is that so bad, huh?!"

"N- No! No! Please!"

"Yes… yes…" Hyunjin slowly spoke, rage filling him now as he smacked her ass with his free hand again, continuing to finger her. "That's exactly what it is. I am trash because I am better than you, right? You popular kids are nothing but pathetic little disgusting insecure jealous shits." Adding another finger inside her, Hyunjin scissored her walls and prepared her for his surprisingly big cock.

"And do you know what should happen to disgusting little kids like you?" Gripping his cock with one hand, the boy started to piss on her red ass, making it burn before he pulled his fingers out of her, getting her shirt out of the way and spraying some on her back too, making her squeal loudly in disgust, trying to get away. "They should know their place and be kept in it. All of you should have an owner like me to make you learn."

Shaking his head at her crying, the male pushed his still leaking length in her hole, moaning and grunting at how tight but pleasurable it really was, spreading the bar to it's highest limit before gripping her thighs, his lips falling open at how good it felt. "N- No!" Hyunjin grunted and turned her around on his cock. "I want to see you as I fuck into you and claim you! You're all mine!"

Starting to fuck her hard and rough, the boy reached over and kissed her swells, using one of his hands to rip her bra off. "Fuck…" Hyunjin couldn't believe the beautiful sight before him. "You're so beautiful, Y/n…" He complemented, genuinely affectionate. "Truly… both up here" he finally kissed her lips, moaning at the taste of her raspberry chapstick. "And down here" the boy kissed both of her adorable little fat tits, licking at the nipple and giggling when they hardened. "It really happens in real life!" He excitedly remarked, twitching inside her, already close from all that he got to see.

"I am lucky I have friends that care for me" his hips were moving at a quick pace, Hyunjin's cock bulging against the skin of her stomach, it's shape and movement easy to make out as he used her as a literal sock. "Because I was planning to give up on you. The last 3 days have been so hard. I was starting to believe that maybe there really was no way. That maybe all pretty and popular girls have to go to the cocky muscular jerk that just plays them, makes them cry. Maybe guys like me are always nothing but a mat for Princess' to wipe their feet on." He couldn't help but softly smack her face, pulling at her hair before biting down at her neck to leave marks.

"H- Hyunjin… p- please sto-"

The boy sighed in disappointment at her whisper, shaking his head before pinching her nipple and kissing her again. "No, baby. No. You'll be good and behave. If you don't behave, I promise this will go on and on. There is no way out of this unless you act good. Like a good little Princess." Kissing her lips again, Hyunjin finally managed to push his balls in, collapsing against her as his own sweat fell on the glass of his spectacles. "M- My little Princess. I've always liked you in silence. Ever since Kindergarten. But I won't anymore. You will be mine now that we are of age."

Y/n could only shudder as she felt him cum deep inside her, kissing her lips again as he went motionless, holding her as tight to himself as he could.

It went on for another two hours, Hyunjin losing a track of just how many times he came deep inside her, fucking her in unconsciousness too as she helplessly dozed off and woke up again before she agreed. She will be a good girl. For him.

That was the only way.

.

Y/n didn't really go to school after that incident, the prom approaching just 3 days later. "You look absolutely stunning, Princess." Hyunjin's voice rang in his bedroom and from behind Y/n as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"Ehhh~ s- stop…" The girl whimpered out, blushing as she lowered her head and turned around, slowly reaching him before she nuzzled her face in arm shyly, not even looking at him. "I- I don't."

"Yes, you do" the boy's eyebrows furrowed as he softly grasped her wrist, tightening his hold on it possessively. "You're the prettiest Princess to ever exist. And you look so beautiful in this moment that my heart might just stop" gripping her ass that was locked in a chastity, Hyunjin pulled her closer, growling lowly before he gripped her chin and forcefully kissed her.

"I- I love how I c- can be at my utmost c- comfort with you…" She whispered, so glad that she was in a comfortable dress that she liked and not a high-end extremely revealing dress that she didn't even like deep down but wore it for the name and price, being uncomfortable in it the whole time. Before her eyebrows furrowed because he wasn't wearing his spectacles.

Her pussy shivered from just how Hyunjin kept her in her little place as well.

"That is a normal feeling for those surrounded by people that actually care for them and not their status, Angel." Y/n sighed and nodded slowly, knowing he was right. She knew her friends were fake and bitched behind her back. Of course she did. "Now…" He heavily sighed and moved past her and towards the dressing table. "Let's get those uncomfortable and irritating contacts in."

Y/n quickly reached him, stopping his hand from grabbing the container before she reached for his spectacles resting not so far away, unfolding them before resting them on his nose and pushing them up. "Must the nerd always change for the girl he likes?" A bright smile made its way on his face at her words, chucking deeply before he nodded and kissed her forehead appreciatively. "What you did was wrong but I was no good either. Thank you, Hyunjin. Please always keep me as your little Princess. It's the only time I wanna be a Princess honestly."

His heart was fluttering. "That is the only thing you were born to be, Angel." She giggled at his words before stopping, realising that he was serious and gulping at his serious expression.

"Y- Yes, Hyunjin…" She felt so damn small. Fuck. Fiddling with jacket, Y/n sneakily looked up at the handsome boy. "I- I've been g- good, right Hyunjin?"

His hands toyed with her ass as he swayed them side by side slowly. "Hmm…?"

"T- Then… w- will you please m- make me feel g- good?" Her locked pussy was leaking.

A deep chuckle left him. "Hmm. Maybe?" When the girl whined and pouted softly, Hyungjin gripped her hair and pulled her face closer before kissing her deeply. "Behave tonight and I'll consider, alright?" Before both of them left to prom.

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[askthefivefallen]

A: *part of her wants to dive back in, enthralled by the hope shining so evidently in Emily's eyes, but she can't help focusing on the seraph's compulsion to emphasize Ass' choice, to think about repercussions and consequences for her in the event she changes her mind. It confuses her, makes her brows pinch together briefly as she frowns, and then she decides that, before anything else, she wants to address it*

A: *she moves to coax Emily into sitting up while she straddles the seraph's lap, putting them more or less eye-to-eye, allowing one hand to reach around so she can massage the base of the seraph's wings while the other cups Emily's jaw, seeking to soothe away the worries plaguing her* "For the record, I want to kiss you, too. Hold you. I liked falling asleep to your heartbeat and then waking up and hearing you snoring. Eating dinner in pajamas. And even if Sera found out and fucking turned me into a tadpole or imprisoned me for the rest of eternity or fucking killed me, it wouldn't make me regret a moment I've spent with you. I don't give a fuck; Sera can't hurt me in a way that matters, except by hurting you." *she presses her lips into a thin line* "And that's what scares me. I want to be with you, Em. I want to make you happy. I want to kiss you breathless and dance the night away, sleep in late then wake up and you can teach me how to cook french toast. The only thing I stand to lose is my heart and, fuck, I think you've had it since that fucking hound party." *she can't help but chuckle fondly at the memory* "Down in the depths of Hell, surrounded by Hellborn getting fucked up on all sorts of shit, and you still found a way to cheer up every person you met, just by being so sweet and genuine with those who just... never had someone treat them with half as much respect. Fuck. And I thought I knew what falling felt like." *her expression softens* "You've had me hooked for a while, Em." *then she frowns, recalling her original point* "So believe me, if it ever comes to that... you'll know. I will tell you. I ain't afraid to speak my mind; I was threatening to throw you last night, remember? But it's a two way street. You gotta tell me if you change your mind, if you don't want this and... it's like I said before. I'm still gonna be here to help- friends or more than, you're fucking stuck with me until you tell me, explicitly, to fuck right the Hell off." *she pauses, smirks, decides it's the perfect time for a little gentle teasing* "Seeing as you're not one for cursing, though, I guess you'll find a nicer way to say that."

A: "But I need you to know that... I want this if you want this. We can go as fast or as slow as you want. You can't scare me off. And, I understand the situation. No one up here in Heaven would approve of you dating- or, well, seeing, kissing, however you wanna say it, a Fallen angel. Hell, they'd probably be pissed if I still had my halo because I'm an Exorcist. And if all that wasn't enough, it's me, and I'm not winning any popularity contests around here. I'd love to walk with you down the promenade with an arm around your waist, sneaking a kiss to your cheek whenever you look away just to see how many I can get before you tell me to knock it off- or start kissing me back." *she sighs* "But that... might never be possible. I get that. So I need you to understand that I care, even if I can't say it or show it because of where we are, or because of who's watching. I care about you, Em, you- Emily, the stubborn, empathetic seraph who tackled me into a bed to make sure I didn't sleep on the floor and talked an imp through a messy breakup at a party."

A: *she leans forward, presses a kiss to Emily's cheek then to her lips, the second lingering for only a moment because she's serious and she wants to be clear about this* "Whatever this is, I'm yours, I choose you, and I'll let you know if that changes, but I have a reputation for being a little stubborn so good fucking luck on that front." *she smirks* "Some might say it's part of my charm." *she tilts her head* "By the way... do you know what a hickie is?"

A: *Ass groans, brows knitting together as the tries fighting to stay asleep to no avail, reluctantly opening her eyes to see the window still darkened by night... in a bedroom that's only dimly familiar* "... shit..."

A: *she tenses, recalling the previous nights events and she's relieved to find Emily still sleeping soundly beneath her... except for the problem that she now faced, not wanting to risk waking the seraph but also needing to use the restroom; apparently, downing several glasses of holy water before falling unconscious really wasn't any different to getting wasted* "Next time someone tries to kill me, I'm just going drink a bottle of whiskey."

A: *she tries to move a little but finds Emily's wings and arms still around her and worries she'll rouse the seraph if she keeps moving, so she stops and resolves to wait, hope, and hold it*

((-@askthefivefallen))

*As Ass tries to escape Emily subconsciously wraps herself tighter around her. She presses her cheek against the top of her head before returning to soft snoring*

*An hour goes by before she starts to wake up, her wings stretching gently before returning to where they were wrapped. She opens her eyes and looks down at Ass with half-lidded eyes and a grin, happy to see she’s still there*

*Something about being half asleep gets the better of Emily as her filter is clearly absent from its post* “You are so beautiful I think it could kill me.” *As she hears the words echo back to her she tenses but tries to keep her face from showing it as she begins the arduous process of wrangling her filter back to its home. She did mean it, she just didn’t mean to say it.* “I mean, uh, you’re really beautiful for having just woken up. Not that you aren’t always beautiful! Just like unnaturally so right now in this very moment! Not that you’re unnatural- you’re so very natural! I just-” *she takes in a breath and holds it, turning away and staring at the Hell Lily on her bedside table* “I think you’re very beautiful, Ass.”

*She blinks and wonders how she’s already a mess and the sun isn’t even up. Her left eye twitches.* “Let’s just try this again. Good morning! How did you sleep?”

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

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Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Hi!

D'you ever imagine Sirius to be this badass political whiz who knows all the ins and outs and knows exactly the right thing to say because of his upbringing? Like he had quashed this entire part of him because he did not want to be like Walburga. And everyone thinks he's a genius and like the biggest politician in town who everyone listens to and somewhere Sirius hates that part of him? And James is like super super surprised about this part because he knows Sirius the best but it still is so so unexpected!

so politician/wizarding council/lawyer sirius is one of my favorite headcanons for this reason. (this is long and probably more information than you wanted)

(also, i know canonically we only hear about Walburga being terrible, but like...we know sweetie wasn't working. we know she was just having luncheons and being terrible. Walburga certainly wasn't teaching her sons about politics. or the economy. or making business decisions. that was all Orion, and i am very inclined to believe that sirius spend a lot of time with his father as first born boy with responsibilities and things to learn).

an I'll try very hard not to like...derail myself answering this because i could literally never shut up about The Black Family but.

I don't think Sirius started hogwarts as a rebel without a cause. I think he was very much who he was raised to be but had the added benefit of a very good heart, and like...curiosity and charm in his favor. Sirius simply didn't know things could be different, and the second James was like "nah man, it's muggleborn." sirius was like "oh...you know that makes sense, yes, okay, got it."

but the other parts of him...just didn't disappear. the parts that he learned through his father and his mother and his extended family.

sirius could sniff out a fake conversation and a lie from a mile away. He could tell when someone was fake smiling and when they actually meant it. I think it's called double-talk? Where someone can just talk circles around you to skrrt you off the trail? Sirius was an expert at deciphering that and could put a stop to it because that's where he was raised. sirius also knew allllllll the gossip in the pureblood community. and in my world, part of the reason that sirius didn't get more heat from the other slytherins was because THEY KNEW that HE KNEW all their shit. their dark and dirty family secrets. like so and so was having an affair, and if they pissed sirius off too much, it'd all be over. and also...Black holds weight? I'm inclined to believe that even if sirius was labeled a Blood Traitor, he literally has CENTURIES of wizards on his side and that was like...the worst they would do. Like oh, you're really going to start shit with a Black? nope.

James knows exactly who sirius and vise versa. James knew what was underneath the whole time, no questions asked. (i think there was always like...a two week period after every school break, where sirius had to remember how to just be himself and not be the the...allure and the veneer that he was raised to be by his parents. like some fabricated version of himself. and james was always the first to be like "no, stop it, tell me what you really think. not this nonsense. nope, no, try again, okay, here were are, THATS MORE LIKE IT"

FURTHER, i think a lot of my sirius's journey is this idea of...picking and choosing what you can leave behind what you can salvage (no matter the wreckage, get it) etc and so as much as sirius is like "yah fuck the pureblood mania" and "imma wear jeans with holes in them suck on that Walburga", he keeps the parts that serve him. and keeps the parts the allow him to be a successful politician and uses these skills for THE RIGHT REASONS. And it takes some time to reconcile with this. I always say that the parts sirius hates the most of himself are the parts the remind him of his mother. Like when he loses his temper. or says the things he knows will hurt someone just right. But i think...he also learns that being WILDLY LOYAL PASSIONATE like his mother isn't...a bad thing, if used in the right direction. Like the Black sort of madness?

i don't think this would be surprising to james in the slightest. what i think would be surprising is if james was alive and after years and years of sirius being a co-stay at home dogfather with james, waking up one morning and being like "hey so...i think i'm gonna see about legal things at the ministry...like my seat on the wizengamot" and james would be like "????? we had plans to make pancakes but okay"