#it might not change the situation when you go to school or see your bullies but for the love of god at least you have something

[the-tarot-witch22]

Messages from your inner child - Pick a pile

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Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!

Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!

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Pile 1

(The cards I got for you guys - 3 of pentacles , 6 of wands)

Okay so the first thing i feel and heard is you inner child is quite proud of you and your growth, i also heard "in the process of healing" so many of you could be already healed or trying to heal, your inner child feels complete from this accomplishment of yours, I also heard for some of you, your inner child say "the love you always craved was already inside of you", why worry, when things are starting to fall into it's place, i know its hard but know the way i see you grow, from all those phases, hardships and you grew to be that exact person i always wanted to be, so own up to it, you deserve it all, and much more, for some of you your childhood could have been harsh or one of your parents too hard with you. I feel happy when i see you smile or laugh or when you bright up the room, i know someone worthy of us will see it, you have learnt a lot, haven't you? i see that growth in you, how mature you have become, but one thing hasn't changed is, your kindness, i am glad to see that in you, I feel so grateful to you and others around you that they love you, i see you walking towards your goal, path. I see our work we put in at times, became so rewarding and fruitful, all thanks to you. i also hear your inner child saying "don't be lazy okay?, we have so much to achieve" but along with that rest, don't stress too much, i feel and know you would do great! You could be the elder sibling or parent type of your loved ones~

with love.

Gosh your inner child is quite sweet and yet gave mature vibes, this pile gave me earth sign and Aquarius sun/moon/rising energy.

Pile 2

(The cards I got for you - king of pentacles, 9 of wands, 4 of pentacles, the empress)

Okay so the very first thing i feel and heard for this pile is, you could have had lots of expectations on you from very young age, like you would have to understand the family situation, and this group had "mature beyond your years" and the energy of this pile is heavy you could be the most emotional and sensitive and yet you learnt to hide it better, or there were times, grown ups around you didn't listen to you, or most of the times you were misunderstood, I also feel this pile could have gone through hard school life or home life, contemplating if you are not perfect you could not be loved, this group might also had big dreams when you were a child and wanted to see yourself in luxury, and experience what your inner child could not, I also feel there some people around you who "bullied or teased" you like making comments that are hurtful and them still making it or making it seem like it was a joke, which could have lead to your insecurities. Anyhow, let's dive into your reading. I heard your inner child say "you are perfect and more than enough as you are, you don't have to try to fit in because were never meant for that", "you were meant for more, to be unique", damn to those who were against you and your dreams, and know i am proud of you, and we will reach where we always wanted to be, i see your inner child being emotional and the energy here is heavy and mysterious, like i feel you did emotionally go through a lot, but i see your innerchild giving you some messages i am hearing "we got this", "we did it", "we made it", "we have to be successful", such a determined energy here, but i also hear , to go easy and be kind to yourself, you don't always have to the bigger person, you can make mistakes that is okay", i also see you patting your inner child back and them giving you a reassuring hug. Like they are telling you its all going to be okay, I also feel you could always have had liked luxurious items. A very random message but anyways, i feel your innerchild telling you it's okay to not be okay at times, you are also a human, be kinder to yourself everyday, love yourself the way you love others. Your inner child talks a lot, and its adorable and i also feel your voice or emotions could have been shut out. So they feel proud when you stand up for yourself.

That's all my lovelies, *i am closing the reading by sending virtual hugs to you pile 2*, just keep going~

Pile 3

(The cards I got for you - 9 of cups and page of pentacles)

Okay so the very first thing i feel is your inner child being totally satisfied. for some of you in this pile could have been the naughty kid lol they love your chaotic yet that honest energy, they also like that you have been healing and working on your growth, they like your chill energy and the friends you have made, they like how you trying to be more confident in your body, they feel so loved and cared for, your inner child is literally beaming with satisfaction, i also feel some of you could fulfulling your childhood dream more likely studying or making a career or name for yourself, I also hear your inner child says that they love you, all those tough times actually helped you becoming better, i see and feel your innerchild loves creating art or express themselves through the same like art, music to express how you actually feel. Okay so random, guys did you ever manifested something like something close to you and your innerchild or wrote it in journal i feel its going to be coming true! but anyhow, this pile has light hearted energy and your innerchild still is inside you so embrace it, and do try to once in a while pamper them~ I hear your innerchild say "good changes and your wishes will come true, just be true to yourself".

Thats all for you pile 3~

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[dyaz-stories]

hands shaking from holding back from you || Hyun-Su x f!reader

summary: Spring is here, and Hyun-Su offers to take you out on a date, which soon leads to more between the two of you

word count: 3.5k

warnings & tags: some fluff, angst because it's sweet home, kissing, heavy make-out session, gets pretty suggestive but never explicit, monster!hyun-su makes an appearance, the pronoun 'her' is used once in reference to the reader

first one-shot · previous one-shot

A/N: to give a little context, reader and Hyun-Su were in high school together, reader was only there for a year before going to another high school, and therefore has no knowledge of the bullying which hyun-su was a victim of. this one-shot can be read independently (there's nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts), but I do recommend reading them for context.

There is something strange about spring returning in a forever changed world. It had been so fitting, the apocalypse starting with winter, when everything was dead and desolate. Now, nature is starting to bloom again. The streets should be filled with noise and people, and you should be studying for your exams. Instead, you’re rationing your food, and you haven’t been outside in forever — you don’t need to, now that you have a knight in his torn hoodie to make sure you have everything you need.

Hyun-Su truly is the silver lining in the situation. The only good thing in the world as it is. He’s been more confident around you lately, more at ease. Still, it surprises you when he comes by on a sunny afternoon, and offers, with this soft, cautious voice of his:

“Do you want to go out today?”

 You’re putting away some fresh fruits he picked for you, and you turn around in confusion.

“What do you mean, out?”

‘Outside’ is dangerous. ‘Outside’ is a place you only go when you’re desperate, and you plan as efficiently as possible, to ensure you spend the least amount of time there. ‘Outside’, everything is a threat, and you can only breathe when you’re back at the house.

‘Outside’ regularly takes Hyun-Su from you.

Sure, he’s around a lot more, these days, but he still has to leave every now and then. You’ve come to understand that you’re not the only one who relies on him, but he hasn’t provided an explanation, and you haven’t pried. It burns a little every time he leaves, and yet…

And yet, the fear that he wouldn’t answer if you asked is worse. The fear that he might not come back if you didn’t let it rest. The fear that if he had to choose, he wouldn’t choose you.

“It’s nice out,” he answers, and you notice him retreating even as he’s still speaking. “But you don’t have to, if you don’t want to—”

“No, I’d love to,” you cut him off before he can doubt himself further. “I just— Wouldn’t that be— dangerous?”

“Oh.” He smiles, and it’s mesmerizing. It’s not the bright, joyful smile you were used to seeing, back in high school, but being more subdued doesn’t make it any less genuine. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

There’s no cockiness in his voice, just confidence.

“Then… Sure. I’d love to go out with you.” And you’re not usually the type to say that, because you don’t have the guts for it, but you feel comfortable enough with Hyun-Su to lean towards him with a playful smile. “It’s a date then?”

He lets out a brief, surprised laugh, then glances down at his feet while his cheeks and ears turn red.

“Sure. It’s a date.”

Even if you were the instigator, you still feel your face burn at how soft his eyes are when he looks back at you.

He looks at you like you’re one of the seven wonders.

You see him lick his lips as his eyes fall on yours. You could always take the step to fill the distance between the two of you, but Hyun-Su rarely initiates, so you want to give him the chance to do so. When he does, it’s always so soft and so careful, like he’s afraid of breaking you. After a few seconds, he clears his throat, looks away again — and it’s alright. You won’t rush him.

“I’ll go get ready,” you hum, stepping out of the room.

You miss the way Hyun-Su follows you with adoring eyes.

When you emerge back from your room, Hyun-Su is waiting for you, and you follow him, heart rate spiking when you go through the door. Being outside again, without the need to go get some specific and vital item, is— strange. Your eyes dart around you, constantly taking in your surroundings. There are surprisingly few monsters, compared to the chaos that was early winter. In front of you, Hyun-Su walks casually, seemingly without paying much attention to what is happening around him. You trust him, you really do, but there’s you still find it unnerving about that.

When you jump at some faraway sound, that turns out to be just birds flying away, scared by your approach, he offers you his hand, an amused smile on his lips. He might even suppress a laugh, but you can’t tell for sure.

“Is that okay?” he asks you softly as he closes his fingers around yours.

He treats you like you’re made of porcelain.

“It’s much better,” you reply with a smile, even if you feel a little sheepish.

For a second, he stares into your eyes, before he looks away and lets out a deep, long exhale. You don’t question him, just give his hand a squeeze, hoping it comes off as a silent reassurance.

He squeezes back, then pulls you with him as you keep going through the city.

“Is there— Is there nothing here anymore?” you ask. It feels like you should have seen a monster by now.

“They’re here,” Hyun-Su replies casually, like monsters aren’t a death promise. “They just know better than to approach.”

You swallow. You understand what he doesn’t say — they know better than to approach him — but it’s not that much of a reassurance, for you. You quicken your pace to stay closer to him. It says a lot about how far he’s come that he doesn’t jump when your shoulder brushes against his.

“They’re not all dangerous,” he says. You know he intends for it to be reassuring, but all you can do is grimace in response.

“They might not be,” you answer — you remember a flash of wings as an unseen monster ripped the snake-like creature that was trying to enter your home —, “but it’s not like I have a way of knowing which ones are safe and which ones aren’t.”

There’s a long silence as Hyun-Su keeps walking.

“But isn’t that true of humans, too?” he asks you in the end. He sounds so— sad, and yet you don’t know what to tell him to make it better. He’s not like them, you want to assure him. You’d never conflate him with the ones that tried to murder you — but it’s not like you can forget about them altogether either. Being wrong about trusting a monster, being wounded once could sign your end.

“It is,” you reply slowly. It’s especially true in this new world, where humans have dropped all their inhibitions. “I guess it’s just— Humans have been less of danger to me, you know?” A brief laugh. “But it’s not like I’m running after them either, right? I haven’t stepped foot near the shelter.”

Your dad didn’t trust the military, and you’re distrustful of authority. There might be strength in numbers, but you wouldn’t feel safe being surrounded by men with machine guns while you have nothing.

Hyun-Su hums at your answer. It does seem to have brought him some comfort, and yet you feel the need not to leave it at that.

“You know I trust you, right?” He freezes and turns to look at you. “Both sides,” you insist. “I know you’re safe.”

His lips part as if to say something, before he closes them again and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Finally, he nods.

“I feel safe with you, too,” he says. The sentence catches you by surprise, almost makes you want to laugh, because— who in their right mind would think you’re a threat? But Hyun-Su says it with such gravitas that you can only assume that there’s something that you don’t know about under there. Truth be told, there’s a lot you haven’t talked about with him. He’s not talkative, not anymore at least, and it’s hard to know which questions you can ask before reaching a painful subject. And there are countless of these, for everyone, since the Apocalypse hit. “Come on,” he adds after a few seconds. “We’re almost there.”

He pulls you towards a half-broken down outside staircase. You can’t make your way up on your own, so he grabs you by the hips to help you up, and you let out a surprised yelp when strong hands pull you close to him, his chest against your back, to lift you up. Immediately, his body tenses up and he stills, which means you’re all too aware of how close he is now, of his breath on your neck and his body against yours.

“Sorry,” he says. “Is that okay?”

Gosh, he’s sweet to ask, but you’re really happy he cannot see your expression right now.

“It’s fine,” you squeak, “just caught me off guard. Don’t worry about it.”

He seems to hesitate for a second, and oh, you’re so aware of his fingers on your hips, before he lifts you up as if you weighed nothing, first on his shoulder, then easily higher, so you can grab the bottom of the staircase.

“All good?” he asks once you’re up there.

“All good! Do you need—”

But he’s made his way up before you can finish your sentence, and you blink. Right. Some people are athletic.

“Go ahead,” he says, gesturing towards the stairs. “I’ll catch you if anything goes wrong.”

It shouldn’t feel reassuring, should make you think that you’re at risk, but you meant it when you said you trusted him. Knowing he’s there to watch over you… It’s like having your own personal guardian angel.

There are no issues, however, and you soon arrive on the rooftop — which takes your breath away. This had to have belonged to someone with money, because there is a whole garden there. Overgrown grass, flowers, and even a few trees. Birds are chirping, and it feels… Well, it feels like the kind of places you’d go to laze around on a sunny afternoon with your friends, like an actual park. Being secluded and high up, it is however much safer than any park you could actually go to now. When you turn around, you’re met with an impressive view of the city. It looks peaceful from up here, just a quiet spring day.

Then you notice that Hyun-Su is staring at you, and what you see takes your breath away. He’s smiling. Actually smiling. Wide and bright.

You’re quick to look away, embarrassed by the emotions you’re sure are obvious on your face. Tilting your head up, you let yourself receive the sun.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been this happy.

Hyun-Su often feels that, when he’s with you, all he can do is stare. He likes watching you when you’re at home, going about your day in the house, or sitting by a window and reading. It makes him feel so— welcome, knowing that he can just be there, with you, and that you’ll never mind his presence, never ask him to leave.

Never ignore him and pretend he doesn’t exist.

It makes him feel like he belongs, being around you, makes him feel at peace.

Or, at least, it did, because the emotions swirling under his skin right now are much more complex than they used to be.

He met you, or met you again, in the winter, when you were bundled up under coats and scarves and layers upon layers of clothes. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the change in your wardrobe lately.

It makes sense, of course. Days are getting warmer. Not only is there no need for you to keep wearing pullovers and disappear into huge coats. But the way your clothes are hugging your body these days, how they accentuate your curves, how your t-shirt rides up to reveal the skin of your stomach…

He can’t say that it makes it more difficult to be around you, because he doesn’t think that anything could do that. You make him feel like he can breathe again, like he’s finally coming up to the surface after spending ages lost in dark waters, not knowing which way was up and which way was down. It’s just that it— takes a lot of place in his mind.

He can already barely stop thinking about you as it is, knows that the Kid and Yi-Kyung have noticed already how his mind always seems to wander away from them. This, though, this is a whole other can of worms. Because he doesn’t know how to act about it. Doesn’t know how you’d feel if you knew. Doesn’t know if you’d look at him with pity, if you’d tell him you never want to see him again, if it would disgust you.

Yet, no matter how much he tries to stop himself, he always comes back to staring. You tilt your head up towards the sky, close your eyes.

You’re beautiful.

If he was another man, he’d walk up to you to wrap his arms around you, he’d whisper something in your ear, he’d kiss you.

Just as the thought crosses his mind, his leg twitches. It takes him a second to understand that it’s not just an involuntary muscle reaction. Inside him, the monster is swelling, clawing its way up towards the surface.

If you don’t do something about this, I will, it whispers inside him. And let’s be honest, maybe that would be for the best, because what could you do? At least I wouldn’t be afraid to touch her.

Hyun-Su tries his best to force it back down, to ignore the sting of the words, but the monster refuses to let up. Finally, he takes a step in your direction, then another. The closer he is to you, the less the monster puts up a fight — but it still refuses to go down completely.

You turn to look at him when he reaches you, tilting your head in quiet questioning.

Hyun-Su feels himself lifting his hand to touch your cheek, and it’s so spontaneous, so natural that he can’t really say who’s in control there. Your skin is soft under his, and as he leans in to kiss you, he cannot forget how fragile you are compared to him. How one wrong surge from the creature he harbors inside himself could end it all, how careful he needs to be.

And, when his lips brush against yours and you kiss him back without hesitation, he’s reminded of how you either don’t know that or don’t care.

There must be something in the air, because without thinking, his hand comes to your waist, then the small of your back, pulling you close to him. Again, he can’t tell if it’s the monster making its own decision, or if it’s just natural and he’s just doing what he truly wants to do. Both thoughts are worrying.

But you’re not aware of all the questions going on his mind, and all you do is tilt your head up to give him better access to your mouth — and it makes his pulse rush and his mind goes haywire.

Normally, he’d know better. Right now, he feels your hands, trapped against his chest, gripping his hoodie and pulling him down towards you, just a little closer, because there isn’t much space left between the two of you anyway.

He tilts you back now, still without thinking — there isn’t enough space for that in his mind at this moment, not when it’s so filled with you you you — hands firmly holding you against him. His tongue pushes against your lips, and you part them almost immediately, welcoming him in your mouth. His blood is pumping, his whole body feels scorching hot, and you’re right there, running your fingers along his jaw and over his neck, leaving burning trails everywhere you touch.

His tongue intertwines with yours and he feels, more than he hears, you whimper into him.

Immediately, a sense of urgency forces him to pull back. One second, he’s pressed against yours, the next, he’s taken two steps back, and your eyes open in confusion.

“Are you okay?’ he asks, searching for a way he’s hurt you, anything indicating that something’s wrong. But all he finds is swollen lips that you press together as you glance away from him.

“Um, yeah, everything’s fine,” you mumble, and it takes an embarrassingly long time for him to understand what kind of noise that was.

Oh.

Oh.

He’s immediately desperate to hear it again.

He brings you back against him to kiss you once more, and there it is, coming from the back of your throat.

He’s not sure what happens, who initiates what, if he’s in control at all, but soon he knows that your back is against the grass, and he’s above you, kissing you just as fiercely. Your hands are wandering now — his shoulders, first, then his arms, then tracing the muscles of his chest and down to his abs. He wants to respond in kind, wants so badly to feel you, but the second he moves his hands, fear assaults him again.

“Is that—” He breaks the kiss to look at you in worry. “Is that okay?”

He illustrates the question with the softest of touch on your skin. You let out a brief laugh — not a mocking one, though.

“You really don’t have to keep asking that,” you say, and your eyes are adoring. Then, when he stays still, you push yourself on your elbows to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then his jaw. Then his neck.

Hyun-Su can only stay there, frozen in bliss, as you pepper his skin with kisses. Finally, as you’re reaching his collarbone, you take his hand in yours to bring it back on your body, and then you lie back down, allowing him to take the lead now.

His hand is shaking as he slides it under your t-shirt, all of his senses overwhelmed with need. He wants you so bad, he has a hard time understanding it. Kissing you is familiar. The way your body arches against yours, pushing into his touch— isn’t. His immediate want for more, more of the sounds you make, more of your body, more of you, that is all new, too.

He feels feverish as he mirrors your previous actions, kissing down your neck and lingering in one spot when he discovers it makes you whimper. Now that you’re not muffled with his mouth, your sounds echo louder, and they’re music to his ears, in a way that fuels the fire you’ve lit inside him. His hips press down into you, and a jolt of pleasure jolts through him, which when he realizes that he’s—

He tears himself away from you for the second time, stumbling back to end up just a couple meters away from you.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “sorry about that.”

You sit up, looking a little confused.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

It’s his line, and it takes him a while to piece together what you could mean by that. It’s not like there’s any way for you to hurt him. If anything, you should be disgusted by him. There’s no way you didn’t feel him, which means you know he’s hard. But you’re just looking at him in concern.

“Sorry,” he repeats. “I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have—”

“Hyun-Su,” you call gently as you scoot over towards him. “It’s all good. I didn’t— um— I didn’t mind. But we— we can stop here for now, if you’d rather.”

Inside him, the monster protests vaguely, but this time Hyun-Su has no issue sending it back to the abyss it came from. He’s overwhelmed, heart beating erratically, and he doesn’t know what would happen if things kept going. He wasn’t in control, not really, and he— he can’t risk it. Not with you.

“Sorry,” he repeats, feeling miserable.

Slowly, you put your arms around him. There’s nothing suggestive about it. You’re just doing your best to bring him comfort.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. Your fingers run gently through his hair in appeasing motions. He rests his head against your shoulder.

He’s not alone.

You’re just there, talking to him, touching him, right against him. You’re not doing anything to move away, not looking at him like he’s some mistake, and it feels like his heart is trying to jump out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

Your fingers still for a moment, before you go back to your ministrations.

“For what?”

And, God, the fact that you don’t even know, that you don’t even realize everything you’re doing, everything you’ve done for him since that first day when you spotted him in the street and ran after him…

He draws in a trembling breath.

“Thank you,” he just repeats.

You don’t ask any more questions, just keep gently playing with his hair.

The sky’s blue, the birds are singing, the town is quiet. It’s just you and him, sitting in the grass, on the rooftop.

If someone were to miraculously pass by and see the two of you there, they’d probably think that you were, indeed, on a date.

okay, I hope you're enjoying this little series! I'm not sure what I'll work on next. i know i'm eventually going to write smut for them, though it's going to be very soft because... well it has to be between them lol. someone has also said they wanted to see them tackle the world together a bit more, so I'm also thinking about writing a one-shot where they meet ha-ni and ho-sang, because i thought that ho-sang's intense dislike for hyun-su could imply they've met before. anyway, yeah, i have a couple different ideas.

i would really appreciate it if you left a comment, whether here, in the tags or in a reblog, and tell me anything you're liking in this series! interactions really motivate me and keep me writing :)

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[wonysugar]

skilled | kim minjeong

synopsis : you always, always did her homework. what changed today?

pairing : bully!winter x nerd!femreader

genre : smut, nothing else, they just fuck very roughly, the end

tags : exhibitionism, they’re seniors, they also fuck in the lockers, before p.e, so they end up skipping oops, lots of manhandling, heavy degradation, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus

warnings : !!read these before reading!! heavy blackmail, dubcon, recording, minjeong uses the word ‘lesbian’ as an insult, so homophobia? implied studentxteacher relationships

word count : 1.9k

a/n : disclaimer, all of this is fiction and is written for entertainment purposes!! i do not romanticize any of this. if anything similar is happening to you please please PLEASE speak up about it and also DON’T DO THIS TO ANYONE?? PLEASE?? THIS IS HORRIBLE

but on another note, happy belated birthday present @wintersera!! i meant to post this yesterday but uhm! writer’s block was on my ass. anyways i sincerely hope you enjoy it!

also this is not proofread uhm. SORRY,,

“where’s my homework?”

you looked away from minjeong, stupidly blinking at the numerous lockers behind her, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were probably going to die today. to which, she groaned, annoyed.

her smooth hand grabbed your jaw in a swift motion and made you look at her properly, “i don’t have all fucking day y/n, it’s due next period. so, where is it?”

you felt your breathing get heavier by the second, your palms getting sweatier, your mouth suddenly producing more saliva, you knew how bad she got when things didn’t go her way, being a menace to everybody in school definitely got to her head. her poisonous stare piercing right through you as her grip on your jaw got tighter, you gathered up the courage to speak.

“i-i.. i don’t have it.”

..a scoff escapes her mouth, you always had the homework done and ready for her, what suddenly changed today?

“what do you mean you don’t have it? i told you to bring it today, didn’t i?” she responds, a mocking pout plastered on her face as you slightly shook under her touch.

“i didn’t do it, minjeong.” you confessed almost immediately. her eyes widened slightly as her eyebrows were upturned with condescension, surprised by your sudden boldness as she let go of you.

“it’s fine i’ll just- i’ll do it and give it to you after class. it’s about to be pe anyways—“ you added, stuttering and quickly closing your locker, convinced and hopeful that you could take the opportunity to walk away from the whole situation and get to the gym before she could do anything else.

boy, were you wrong.

in what felt like an incredibly short amount of seconds, she violently grabbed your collar and pinned you to the locker with full force, earning a yelp from you.

“who said i was done with you, bitch?” she leaned into you, staring at your visage like you were nothing but mere garbage to her, like laying her precious eyes on you was a chore. she giggled upon seeing your worried expression,

“i think you’re forgetting something, sweetheart. do i need to remind you that this whole arrangement started because i saw you, i watched you getting fingered by our teacher. i mean fuck, i always knew you were a weird desperate fucking lesbian, but our teacher?”

you clenched your jaw,

“i’m not a lesbian.” you snapped, to which she immediately started laughing.

“oh but you seem to be enjoying yourself soo much in that little video i recorded, don’t you think? how she was gripping your hair, how your eyes rolled back like a slut while she pumped her fingers in and out of you. be honest, you were loving it, y/n.” she hummed, then carried on,

“but then again, i might be totally blowing this out of proportion, so i could always show others and ask what they think–“

“goddamnit minjeong pleasepleaseplease don’t do that i’ll do anything i’m serious just– please.” you pleaded, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes now, like they always do when she’s pulling shit like this. if anyone were to find out that you gave your virginity up to your teacher for some grade, you’d be the talk of the entire school.

there you were, the y/n she knew and loved, the y/n who looked like a prey being hunted by its predator, the y/n who would sob so abundantly when she’d hurt you that it almost made her feel bad about it. the y/n that she got off on seeing.

thoroughly enjoying the sight of you shaking like a lost puppy under her, “so, why isn’t the homework done, baby?” she asked you in a mocking concerned voice, wearing a pout, being fully aware and amused by the fact that calling you by that cute and innocent pet name would make you quiver in even more fear.

she usually called you nicknames whenever she was planning to do something really bad.

upon seeing you avoid her gaze in shame, she gripped you tightly and pressed you harder into the locker. she was growing impatient, you knew it.

“i d-didn’t want to do it.” was the only thing you somehow managed to let out.

she stared at you some more, a smirk slowly cracking into place, progressively turning into a full-blown laugh as her grip on your collar loosened, before she let go of it completely once again. it took her a while to compose herself again, because it was just genuinely that hilarious to her.

“take off your clothes.”

what.

“w-what?” you immediately tensed up. thoughts filled with the possibilities of what she could do to you, your mind wandering in the dirtiest of places. you didn’t want to acknowledge it, but you felt insanely, extremely, very weirdly attracted to her.

“god, are you braindead or something? just shut the fuck up and take off your clothes, it’s not that hard. you’re better at being a fuckdoll than doing homework, anyway.” she groaned, snapping you back into reality.

“minjeong, the bell is about to rin-“

before you could even think about finishing your sentence, you felt a pair of lips roughly pressing against yours. letting out a surprised whimper, minjeong forcefully inserted her tongue into your mouth as she took it upon herself to get you out of your clothing, gliding her hands under the graphic tee you wore for your class, reaching for your tits and groping one of them before taking it off.

you quickly pulled away from the kiss, barely processing that it even happened in the first place. you suddenly remembered where you were at that moment, then proceeded to push her hands away.

“fuck - mmh - n-not here?? anybody could walk in and- and-“ you stuttered, completely ignoring the question reoccurring in your mind; why the fuck is she even wanting to do you in the first place?

obviously, as to be expected, she didn’t let you finish. instead, she just settled on grabbing both of your shoulders and turned you around, once again pushing you on the locker so your back would be facing her. you immediately felt your throbbing headache come back from the impact there was something else that was also throbbing, you just didn’t want to think about it.

you were getting ready to say something as you felt her stick her hand into your gym shorts, but she quickly used her other hand to shove two fingers inside your mouth.

“you’re way prettier when you stop talking.” she chuckled, whispering into your ear as she rubbed your embarrassingly wet cunt through the fabric of your underwear, making you whine against her fingers as you’re trying your hardest to be quiet and sucking on them to do so.

“my god baby you’re so wet for me.. and here i was, harassing you everyday, trying to annoy the shit out of you.. turns out you get off from this shit, hm? you probably play with your clit thinking about how mean i am to you all the time.” she sneered, “fucking lesbian.”

how the fuck did she expect you to stay quiet in this situation? the door was very much open, literally anyone could walk in at any moment, you were skipping class whether you liked it or not, and the way she was talking to you was not making it any better for you.

it’s not even like you could cover it up if someone did come in, due to the fact that you were, you know, slightly bent over in front of minjeong, her hands now inside of your shorts and on your clothed boobs as she manipulated your body to her liking.

it didn’t take long before her hands dug under your panties, sliding her middle and ring finger across your slit, feeling your slick immediately coat her digits. once again using her other hand to unhook your bra. your breathing hitched upon feeling her immediately grab ahold of your tit.

minjeong was quick to play with the bud, harshly twisting and pulling while attentively looking at your every move; her piercing gaze on you, observing and watching how your expression twists in one of euphoric pain, a wince whenever she dug her nails into your skin, mixed with a whine as she finally ended up inserting two digits inside you, slowly and gently curling them.

it was a sight to see.

“does my stupid little whore like that?” she asked you, taking in all of your reactions, one by one.

“f-fuck you.” was all you could let out in response, because while she was doing her thing, probably amused seeing you this powerless. you, on the other hand, were paranoid, throwing occasional glances at the door to make sure no one was near.

she chuckled when you threw your head back onto her shoulder, relieved from both nobody being near and the knot that was progressively tying in your stomach. you were getting close, she could feel it from the way your walls clenched around her, or the way your breathing got heavier and profanities started coming out of your mouth as you gripped her skirt tight. it was a myriad of things, really.

and that’s exactly why she completely stopped.

she knew it’d frustrate you to not finish, so she just completely ceased what she was doing. smirking while taking her fingers out of you and letting go of your chest.

“what the fuck??” is what you were gonna say if she wouldn’t have shoved the fingers she used to fuck you into your mouth, fake pout as she watched you. you made sure to glare at her before sucking on them thoroughly, also making sure that you licked them all clean.

“see how good you taste, baby?” she chuckled, taking her fingers out.

“i was close to finishing i was- i was about to cum.” you coldly told her.

she raised a mocking eyebrow, “first you don’t do my homework, now you wanna talk back? and here i was, trying to cut you some slack, fulfilling your weird disgusting fantasies and this how you thank me?”

she kicked on your leg, pushing you down to your knees and raised up her skirt to reveal her black lacy underwear, all in one swift motion.

she let out a theatrical sigh, “you know, you got me really worked up. so here’s what’s gonna happen,” she grabs your hair violently, making you look up at her. she laughed at the scene, at how ridiculous you looked, then continued.

“you’re gonna eat me out until i’m satisfied, got it? you wouldn’t want me to spread that video now, would you, y/n?” she tilted her head slightly, and.. here goes that fake motherfucking pout. oh how you hated seeing her treat you like an inferior.

is what you so desperately wish you could say.

but no, you actually obeyed. you proved her point, you showed her how obedient you can be, and ate her out like it was your last meal on earth.

her quiet moans, her grip on your hair, the grinding of her wet pussy onto your face, the way she was holding her phone and recording you, saying things like “you’re pretty - shit - skilled for someone who supposedly doesn’t like girls.” and “i know you’ve been wanting this, doll. it’s written all over your dumb fucking face when you glare at me.” while stroking your hair, before pulling on it right afterwards.

it was so dehumanizing, and for all you knew, she could use that as new material to blackmail you with next time, but you still did it. it was an indescribable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

you took a mental note that day,

and reminded yourself to never do her homework again.

[weebsinstash]

I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"

and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"

Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"

Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"

and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"

And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT

Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"

But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--

But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no

... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.

Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--

And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"

Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.

For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hey, could I request the gang Jealous that their s/o is getting close to one of the other guy in the gang. And keep up the good work 🥰

Summary: The gang getting jealous that you're growing close to others.

Warnings: jealousy

Author's Note: None

PONYBOY looked up to you so much. He loved your ideas and wits and your gorgeous face. He knew you'd be hard to resist. So that's why he got so damn nervous when you stated hanging out around Johnny. He knows that although he and Johnny may seem like he has a lot in common with him, Johnny can be really different. He overthinks everything, wondering if Johnny standing out would make you like him more, or if you're actually spending time with Johnny to get away from Pony. He won't stand up or confront you for it though, he just watches from the sides, a big pout on his lips.

JOHNNY was so scared that Dallas was gonna steal you from him. Dallas was really Johnny's idol, so he thought you'd adore him the way Johnny adored him and leave him. It doesn't help that Dallas is a chronic asshole and will openly try to flirt with you. Sometimes he gets so scared you're going to leave him that he just dissassociates while staring at your face, trying to remember all the details in case you go. He's debating on whether or not to confront Dallas, and he settles on simply telling him to not try anything funny with you. Dallas laughed and said that he was proud of him for sticking up for himself.

SODAPOP is really scared of you falling for Ponyboy. He knows how important it is to have a smart guy with actual potential, especially with someone of your stature. He knows that a drop out who works with cars doesn't exactly fit that standard. He tries so hard to engage with you about school, asking if you need help with academics or anything even though he probably couldn't help you. Your refusal each time makes him feel so bad and seeing you go to Pony for help makes him feel even worse. He starts treating Pony roughly, getting curt and snippy until either you or Pony realize what's going on and explain that you two are just friends.

STEVE is really afraid of losing you to Soda. Soda's a notorious charmer, and he's conventionally attractive, which Steve thinks he isn't. He's still trying to love you normally and doesn't let it affect him but he sometimes thinks that you'd be so much happier with someone like Sodapop. He's actually trying to get closer because of this instead of distancing himself. He wants to see if you'll say something about Soda or him that makes it crystal clear who you really want. That comes in the form of you telling him that you wanted him to come on a special roadtrip with your family rather than telling Soda.

TWO BIT is scared to lose you to Steve. He's trusting of Steve and you but he knows things happen and that one day you might decide Steve is better for you. Two isn't exactly all masculinity, he has to have some softer spots to take care of his sister, but he wonders if you want someone like Steve and that's why you both are hanging out so much. He doesn't think he gets insanely jealous but it drives him nearly crazy thinking of possible situations that could lead to the demise of your relationship with Two. However, he realizes in the moment when you're unmatchably happy is when he's showing you his softer spots and he realizes that you truly love him.

DARRY's been suspicious of you and Two Bit's relationship for a long time. It started around 2 months ago and now you two are always hanging out, secretly giggling and whispering about him. He wouldn't say that it was akin to bullying but rather he felt like it should've been him. He trusts you a lot, and knows that these circumstances shouldn't change that, but he wonders if you'd prefer a guy who could make you cry of laughing than him, he feels boring and not good enough. Until, he comes home on a random day to his suprise party! You explained that you and Two helped structure it and all his worries melted away and he immedietly kissed you.

DALLAS tries to be cocky and arrogant but he knows that he's certainly not the best boyfriend, that you could and SHOULD leave him. Leave him for someone like Darry, who you've been spending time with recently. Darry is hardworking and kind, Dallas is not, and he's stuck in a loop of comparison but he never knows how to act more 'hardworking and kind'. He tries everything, from being ultra nice (to an extent) to being ultra mean, but nothing stops you from chatting and smiling with Darry. He's so insanely jealous that his suspiscions don't even clear up when you tell him that you've been talking because you need him to redo your roof.

[pikahlua]

Uh oh, it's sleepy grumpy Pika. Y'all know what that means, right?

It means I have no filter for my opinions.

If you're dissatisfied with the way Katsuki's bullying of Izuku is handled in MHA because you expected him to be confronted by someone else about it in some way, it's probably because you are unaware of the difference between bullying and attitudes towards it in Japan versus in your country of origin. I believe everyone would benefit from researching bullying in Japan. They do NOT view it the same way the west does, y'all.

And I guarantee when you learn about it, you're gonna find some stuff that makes you uncomfortable and horrified, because it's gonna take a while for you to get enough information to give context to a lot of the history and attitudes you'll find. AND EVEN THEN, EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE THAT CONTEXT, you're still definitely not going to like it.

However, with any luck, you'll see how MHA's portrayal of Katsuki's bullying is shockingly sympathetic and heartwarming to many people. It's because, from the perspective of a Japanese audience, Izuku was not targeted and bullied by Katsuki in the way we're used to seeing such situations portrayed in the west. Izuku was bullied by everyone. His classmates, his teachers, the pro heroes he encountered, and society in general ALL participated in the bullying of Izuku, because societal pressures to conform in Japan are MASSIVE, and that can often manifest as one form of bullying or another.

Katsuki's bullying is just the one that the story chooses to flesh out. It's the one that Horikoshi develops. Katsuki is the bully that changes his own perspective first and drastically, the one who realizes the greatness in Izuku and accepts that and comes to his side long before the rest of society can catch up. It is largely understood by the Japanese audience that Katsuki in middle school didn't seek Izuku out and follow him home every day to beat him up; Katsuki mostly ignored Izuku until Izuku would do something to remind Katsuki of his insecurities, and so he would lash out. And no one else at let's say Izuku's middle school would understand the true reason why Katsuki would lash out because what he does resembles what all of Izuku's bullies do to him: pressure him to conform. Pre-One For All Izuku stands out as different and constantly tries to rise above his position to become something society decrees he cannot be. Therefore, a significant part of Japanese society will generally approve of attempts to make him conform, even when some of those attempts are harsh and cruel and unreasonable and reactionary. MHA presents a caricature of that in the form of Izuku's middle school.

The fact that Katsuki identifies this toxic behavior in himself later in the story and decides to actively do something to change it IS the radical part. It's the piece that fits into the themes of MHA. It highlights a generally-accepted behavior in society that maybe society should rethink. It's asking for society to reconsider how it pressures people to conform, that sometimes nonconformity is good or at least should be tolerated to some degree. That's why Katsuki's story focuses so much on how his old behavior stems from fear. From the perspective of a "properly-functioning" collectivist society, pressure to conform should be done for the good of everyone in the society, not out of fear and misunderstanding. Katsuki's character arc provides one potential map for others in society to see the light and get to where he does.

And that's to say nothing of how Japan's versions of confrontation or retribution often look different from how they do in the west, that many of the forms of confrontation some people in the western fandom cry out for with regards to Katsuki sound absurd to an audience in the know. The karmic punishments Katsuki endures throughout the story are often overlooked by western readers, and is it any surprise? That readers from some societies--societies that laud nonconformity, tolerate counterculture, openly criticize the systems that be, preach about individual freedom and responsibility and justice and fairness, and watch and make movies and TV shows and other media about how victims of bullies achieve their righteous revenge--often miss how MHA doles out subtle, divine, poetic, karmic consequences for Katsuki's actions? That such readers often don't feel satisfied by MHA's dramatic ironies which serve more to guide Katsuki in a harmonious, productive direction rather than vindictively punish him and rest on its laurels as it laughs at his deserved misfortune? I don't blame anyone for feeling unsatisfied when their own societies have built up their expectations in such ways, but I do hope to draw your attention to it.

Now, does that mean you have to like and accept the Japanese attitudes about bullying? That you have to agree with the framing of pressure to conform as beneficial and productive? That, if you're triggered by the lack of overt condemnation of bullying in the story, you still have to like MHA? That, if you have personal traumatic experiences with Japan's bullying situation, you should shut up about it and accept that it's a good thing? No! In fact, I personally would hope that you don't! I think everyone should always have their perspectives on ANYTHING challenged so they can rethink and improve them, and Japan's attitude towards bullying is no exception! (And MHA actually does that in its own way!)

(And even saying that, I will always acknowledge that my perspective and opinions on this issue are heavily colored by my own experiences in life and the society in which I grew up and the ideas to which I've been exposed. This is and always will be my bias.)

But the question of what's the correct take on bullying is an entirely different beast. The question at hand here is about understanding the story and its characters as presented in MHA. If you don't come at this with a basic acknowledgement of how Katsuki's story reads to a Japanese audience in-context, you're going to be upset about what you see (which is a reasonable reaction). But I think if you're going to read a story, it's only due courtesy to understand the context surrounding its creation before you try to hold it to far-removed, foreign standards. There's a reason literature classes go over the history and context surrounding the older works they study. MHA is a Japanese story written for a Japanese audience. To focus on how it does not adhere to the typical western narrative of a bully's character arc is to miss the point entirely. If you are reading the story outside of Japan in a language other than Japanese, it is being translated so that you can read a Japanese story, not a story from your own culture. It's rude and self-defeating to expect stories from other cultures to suddenly cater to your own.

TL;DR Understanding the social context that informs bullying in MHA just might actually make the story more comprehensible and enjoyable for anyone who dares to learn about it, what do you have to lose?

[sitp-recs]

Hello! I saw your last rec for Draco being whipped for Harry. Would you have any recs for the reverse situation? Harry being absolutely smitten for Draco. I love when it's mostly from Harry POV and Draco is driving him mad. Does anything come to mind? Thank you for your lovely recs and your presence in the fandom, it's a blessing! 💜

Yes of course! I feel like I did quite a few lists for pining Harry so this one will focus on smitten Harry told from his own pov. I tried to mix old favorites with fics I don’t see recced often. I’d highly recommend checking @tackytigerfic, @bixgirl1 and ignatiustrout as they all explore this trope so beautifully!

Take A Stab At It by @sorrybutblog (E, 3k)

It’s a bit pathetic, Harry knows, to have a hard-on for the guy who bullied you in school. Kind of cliché to look back on years of obsession and hatred and think, Oh.

Hourglass Heart by bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)

Draco's a father, Harry's in love with him, and it's really hard to take things slow.

The Things They Never Say by bixgirl1 (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (M, 9k)

Some things, you need to learn on the job.

i wake up falling, orphaned (M, 9k)

Draco’s always leaving, one way or another. Harry’s usually 240 thousand miles too late.

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (M, 12k)

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that.

Take the Moon by tackytiger (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

White as Snow by bixgirl1 (E, 19k)

After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup — and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by @wellhalesbells (T, 21k)

Harry finds something he’s been looking for since the war’s end. Admittedly, the packaging’s a bit odder than he expected.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

On Your Shore by @xanthippe74 (M, 35k)

Clearing out a remote house full of cursed collectibles in the Outer Hebrides? Not a problem for an experienced curse breaker like Harry Potter. Spending a week with the straight, happily-married man that he’s starting to have feelings for? And sharing a bed with him at night? Surely Harry can handle that, too.

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Modern Love by tackytiger (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait?

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own.

[mrzombielover]

— könig relationship headcanons

rating; sfw and nsfw

warnings: nsfw, virginity, this is just filthy and not really edited and a spew of random disconnected thoughts

a/n; oh my actual god tysm for 1k+ likes on my ghost drabble i did NOT expect any attention so thank you😭

to get in a relationship with this guy you def had to make the first move, he’s too shy to do anything

(i’ll prob make separate headcanons w him pining over you tbh)

but once you ARE in a relationship? man

his severe social anxiety manifests in a way that just makes him really awkward. like🧍

clingiest boyfriend alive, mf like 6’10 250 lbs clinging to your arm when u go in public and asking you to order for him

doesn’t know what to do with himself when you’re not there. you leave and he just waits for you to come back.

he just loves you so much, he’s not stupid by all means but you’re the one that thinks for him and he’s happy w that arrangement

likes when you refer to him as big guy or esp YOUR big guy bc yes. he is a big guy. thanks for noticing :)

while he couldn’t be a sniper bc of his size, there are some perks to his height. namely scaring the ever loving fuck out of any guy he may be jealous of

he’s not vocal and much too shy to really do anything but he will stand over your shoulder vaguely threateningly glaring at the guy.

he’s incredibly easy to fluster, part of the reason he likes wearing a mask is because you won’t be able to see how easy it is to make him blush

this is heightened in public places, because of his shy nature any type of pda drives him crazy and he gets wound up very quickly

gently touch his arm or chest when talking to him, put a hand on his shoulder or thigh when laughing, get his attention touching the back of his neck, literally any of the tamest touch will have his face and ears all hot and red.

not just touching him, either, just existing as hot as you are in his presence makes him stiff.

doesn’t talk a lot in general, and i don’t think that changes in bed. he’s a quiet person, so treasure the groans you do get to hear

down so horrendous

everyone knows the quiet guys are the hung ones

and man is he PACKIN

i hope you have a size kink because everything about him is huge, from his stature to his muscles to his cock

i’m thinking upwards of 8 inches, insanely thick and a deep reddish color, tip color #b3505e

due to his anxiety and quiet nature, he has had extremely little experience with relationships and sex. he was bullied in school, and i can’t imagine him having a lot of practice before meeting you

my little meow meow so easily flustered and blushing bright red the whole time

his thoughts are probably “oh my god oh fuck wow holy oh my god oh my god” and he can’t form any real sentences or coherent thoughts

probably busts prematurely and then he’s so embarrassed, would freak out about it until you calm him down and tell him it’s okay

then he’d make it up to you

what he’s lacking in experience he makes up for with eagerness, he’s a fast learner and attentive to detail

gives AMAZING head. once he learns how you like it it’s over for you. has his head buried between your thighs for hours, and his tongue in combination with thick fingers splitting you open will have your legs shaking and you crying

if you ever don’t want to sit on his face for fear of hurting him or hover above instead of putting your weight on him he looks at you like >:((

leans towards the submissive side, will do anything you want him to do and is down to experiment

when it comes to what HE wants tho… he is much too shy to ask to try stuff out it takes a lot of courage u might need to infer some things

enjoys being submissive the majority of the time but there are times when he gets so wound up and desperate he’ll just take you how he wants (lord have mercy…)

in these situations i imagine it’s probably been a bit since you’ve last had the chance to be… intimate. naturally you take it upon yourself to tease him whenever given the chance, trying your hardest to make him blush

he also has an extremely high sex drive, he’s an absolute beast of a man and can go for 2-3 rounds without break. just crazy amounts of stamina and strength. this in combination with you teasing him means you’re really in for it the second you have some alone time

no matter how much you weigh he could pick you up and handle you like a rag doll. he is HUGE and insanely strong as previously mentioned

in conclusion just big and strong and very much loving and protective in his own weird 🧍 way

**these will be elaborated on soon trust i plan on doing nsfw alphabets for the whole task force + my boy

masterlist

[saturnrevolution]

Saturn through houses

1st house Growing up, you might have struggled with your self-image. It might be that you grew up with a lot of expectations put on you, which have hindered you from your true self expression. You might have had to mature early on in life and sometimes struggled with your body image. The more you grow and learn that other people are not your enemy, but can be a great support system and ask for help, the more confident you will be in your ability to move forward with confidence, without taking all the responsibility on yourself. You will also get to know yourself enough to inspire others with your ability to stay true to yourself.

2nd house From early on in your childhood, you were made to feel like you wouldn’t be able to succeed on your own. It could have been because of the limiting beliefs you grew up within your family or because you have been given everything on a plate. No matter which one it is, your relationship to resources and money have been greatly impacted by your childhood. The more you grow, you understand how you are worthy of building a secure foundation for yourself and very capable. You are likely to see monetary success later on in life, as long as you let go of outer pressure and follow your own way of doing the work.

3rd house There has been a period in your childhood in which you were made to feel unheard, as if your voice was not good enough. You might have been bullied in school or been told what to do by your family, which made you shut down and shy away from sharing your opinions. It put you in a state of always worrying and internalizing your feelings. The more your grow, you start to unlearn all the things you have been taught and through hard work you make your voice your greatest asset. No matter the career you have, you won’t be scared to keep your words away from the world anymore and will create huge change with your vision.

4th house Your environment while growing up was a difficult one. You grew up with either distant or suffocating family members. It feels as though you are expecting to be the responsible one for your family’s mistakes or hardships. How can you learn to have a family of your own now? As you grow, if you actively take action towards healing those familial wounds, no matter how painful, you will be able to create a new safe environment for yourself. Once you reparent yourself, you learn how you were deserving of love all along and you are opening your heart to it in all the ways it wants to come into your life and all the opportunities that come with it.

5th house Growing up, you might have felt as though joy has been kept away from you or like you were lacking the attention you needed as a kid. Your self-expression was hindered, as you were made to feel as though you are not talented enough. As you mature, you start to have a hard time with expressing your creativity and fully relaxing. You start to either overindulge or suppress your needs when it comes to your desires of any nature. In time and with effort, you start to prioritize your senses. You get in touch with the internalized creativity and create magic through your talents, while focusing more on expressing your sensuality.

6th house As a child, your environment might have been very restricting. You were either criticized or imposed strict rules or you grew up in a chaotic environment. This has left you with in innate need of control. You might struggle with perfectionism and fear of failure. This keeps you in a freeze mode, which doesn’t allow you to finish your projects or keep a disciplined routine. Your relationship to food or health might be affected as well. As you mature, you learn you don’t have to be hard on yourself. How you are doing a lot and that voice is just your way to cope. Inviting relaxation in helps improve health and live in the now.

7th house When you were young, you might have been put in familial situation that you didn’t want to be in. As you grow up, the relationship patterns of your family stay with you and influence the way you relate to them, on a subconscious level. You might struggle with maintaining long-term relationships or with feeling trapped in existing ones. You are either too cold or too attached. It feels as though you need to parent your partner. This savior tendency stays in the way of fully accepting your flaws. In time, you realize how opening up is your only way of attracting people that meet your values. And so you do that.

8th house The environment your grew up in might have felt unsafe. You could have dealt with a childhood trauma early on in life which has kept you from truly opening up to your family. Maybe you grew away from them or there was always this emotional distance. This has influenced your adult life as well, making your close off and making it harder to truly opening up and create deeper bonds. You might have also had financial troubles, debt or trouble with intimacy and sex. When you are ready to be truly self-aware, you realize how much you actually crave the intimacy you weren’t given and you see how rewarding opening up is.

9th house While you were young, you might have moved a lot or there might have been a permanent distance in your family dynamic - weather physical or emotional. Or you might have been imposed your family’s beliefs. This made you grow up feeling like you don’t belong and not having a stable sense of home. You are always looking for meaning in life and you seem you can’t find it. It’s harder for you to put your ideas into action or to share your beliefs with the world. In time and with work, you allow yourself to explore, travel and form your own opinions and identity. As you open towards the world, blessings come back to you.

10th house Growing up, you might have been imposed a career path or not had access to the right tools to figure out what it is you want in terms of your long-term goals. You take your career seriously, but sometimes it feels as though things are moving slower in comparison to others. You have high expectations of yourself, have a hard time with authority figures or have strong feelings of failure. As you work on this, you realize that everyone’s path is unique and start to manage your time better, see your talents and skills, while you stand up for yourself and demand what you deserve for maintaining a healthy work-life balance.

11th house As a child, you might have made to feel like your core personality traits were weird or unaccepted. You grew up feeling left out and like you never belong, not being able to fit in groups of people, despite your efforts. Sometimes it just feels like you are physically present with your friends, but not truly there. In time, you will understand how you have built a wall out of fear of being judged and you’d rather keep people at a distance. When you start speaking about your struggles, you will start attracting like-minded people and communities that make you feel like you belong, without even trying to fit.

12th house Early childhood trauma might keep you stuck in the pain of the past. You always feel dissatisfied with your life, a lack of energy or a lack of motivation. You might be struggling with mental health issues, sleep or a tendency of isolation. It seems as though your life is lived by someone else. The truth is this is your comfort zone. Getting out of a victim-like mentality, trusting your intuition and getting clarity is a choice. Once you break free from the past, by addressing it and accepting it, you understand how it doesn’t define you. Healing pushes you to look out for those going through similar issues and thrive in time.

[woominutes]

ko kyungjun as a boyfriend

he is THE hates everyone but you bf

bad boy with a soft spot for you kinda trope

just replace bad boy with bully

he doesn't go out of his way for anyone except you

princess treatment? you got it.

he'd make jinha and seungbin do the work when they are around lol

his love languages are;

acts of service

holding doors for you, buying you snacks, walking you home, helping you the week before and during your period. the things he does for you can erase any doubts that may arise in your head about his feelings for you.

he might hold back sometimes to not appear as a simp and maintain his reputation as the tough bully though.

physical touch

always has his hands on you in a way, mostly around the waist or shoulders. it is a sign of affection but also ownership as he wants to make your relationship known to other boys so they don't even dare to make a move.

also having you on his lap, he loves that. especially during recess at school, you can be found sitting on him while he zones out or talks with jinha and seungbin.

and quality time

asking you to hang out after school, inviting you to his place to chill, tagging along when you have errands to run if he is in the mood for it.

this guy literally walks away from people and situations when he doesn't care to be bothered so spending his time on/with someone definitely means something.

now about gift giving

i don't think he'd put a lot of thought into gifts. on specific occasions like anniversaries or trying to impress you, yes, but nothing too fancy otherwise.

however, you'd get little things; like a flower from a random garden he passed by from.

in my eyes, he's a casual sharer in a relationship

what is his is yours, his basketball sneakers being the only exception. food, clothes, his bed, his heart, everything.

you like his jacket? you'll share it back and forth, one week his and two weeks yours. you like his hoodie? take it. you like his shirt? wear it (but bring it back after a month and borrow another). you like his earrings? you can wear the right one and he'll wear the left one.

words of affirmation is not something he is good at

it's hard for him to express himself. he can throw a few playful sweet words here and there but rarely gets serious. he has his moments, especially after intimate situations with intense feelings, but they're few.

rarely says "i love you", he shows it instead.

he'd be the one to secretly need words of affirmation despite denying it

not too much praise though, he'll get cocky

bro felt love for the first time and his world changed #canon

such a show-off, especially with basketball

"this is for you" *misses the shot*

once threw the ball in hyunho's face because you were looking at the poor boy for too long and kyungjun got jealous

cue nahee running to help hyunho with his bloody nose

he eliminates your worries when he can

(we all know how I'm talking about)

tending to his wounds whenever he gets injured

insecure hence extreme jealousy

someone looks at you for too long? glares at them. someone talks to you? either waves them off or mocks them when they leave. someone confesses to you? they get threats as a warning. someone touches you? disappeared from the face of earth.

i could actually see him wanting to kill other boys out of jealousy but he'll hold himself back by giving them a light beating instead.

"me? jealous? ha! I'm better than that asshole"

yeah yeah sure

bro is so aggressive

you'd most likely have to witness a lot of outbursts of anger

but he apologises after, usually

intended empty words or not, you'll witness his wrath again because that is his reaction to almost everything that inconveniences him

he's throwing things and punching walls

BUT NEVER EVER hits you

even if he unconsciously shoves you, he regrets it immediately

many, mostly minor, arguments because of misunderstandings and lack of communication

he is not very confrontational when it comes to a relationship, either because he doesn't want to appear vulnerable and clingy or he doesn't know how to express himself and figure out why he is feeling the way he does.

when his hidden feelings of insecurity and discomfort bubble up, it's hell for the both of you. screaming, crying, him acting like he doesn't care to protect himself.

and his impulsivity makes it harder to make up sometimes

he might say hurtful things out of anger that will keep you away from him for a while but he rarely actually means them, it's just his defense and illusion of security.

possessive and slightly controlling

he cares too much when he considers his relationship serious and it's not just him fooling around.

unfortunately, he'll use manipulation when he wants something badly or to convince you of something. if you call him out, he'll drop the act and most likely get annoyed.

he needs a lot of work when it comes to the negative aspects of his personality for a healthy relationship to exist

he is not too much of a bad guy, he just has issues

and needs therapy

passionate makeout sessions

those big palms and veiny hands know how to grip. he's the dominant one and he won't have it any other way, wanting to have power and control over the pace and movements.

high libido, that's all i'm apparently allowed to say :P

learns and remembers a lot about you

especially your habits and quirks

if you smoke too;

he'll share his cigarettes with you

and steal a couple of yours when he is out of his

if you hate smoking;

LIKE LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE AROUND SMOKERS

he'll make an effort to not smoke when you are present

brushes his teeth or eats a piece of gum before he kisses you if he meets you after smoking <3

can't have you thinking he is gross smh

if you're short;

he definitely teases you about your height

picks you up just for fun or carries you around like you weigh nothing

ties your shoelaces for you

playfully insulting each other and bantering all the time to show affection

you're the only one he actually listens to <3

you shove him or nudge him when he is being too mean to other people or crossing a line

still goes wild when you're not around

you are his lockscreen <3

not too much of a talkative texter

sort written replies but long voice messsages

oml that voice

sends you pics of himself all the time, expecting compliments and praise

shirtless mirror pics focusing on his abs? all yours. manspreading pictures? you got them. selfies in which he tries to appear tough but his cheeks and soft features make him look like the cutest boy you've ever seen? yep.

cares a lot about how you view him so he takes a lot of time to make sure he picks the right pics to send you.

let's not fool ourselves, he knows you love those muscles and he purposely puts them on display for you

cuddles with kyungjun are warm and tight, becoming one under a blanket

more of a motorcycle guy

buys you your own helmet <3

not one for fancy dates, maybe dinner here and there, but prefers casual hangouts

movie nights at his house, late night walks and rides, chilling at a convenience store after school.

just peaceful private moments.

pretends to not like cheesy couple things, such as matching outfits or pajamas, but they secretly warm his heart

he takes your gifts very seriously; wears them to please you or carries them around with him

get him a neck pillow

you have him wrapped around your finger no matter how much he denies it

jinha has gotten a good smack in the back of his head for voicing that fact multiple times

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[sourpeachly]

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

"I like you! Please go out with me!"

You half shouted to the tall boy in front of you. You were too intimidated to stare at him, so you settled with just staring at your own feet.

You asked yourself, how did you get yourself in such a sticky situation? To be honest, you do like the boy, you honestly do. But the problem was, that he way too scary!

Seong Taehoon. The scary gangster of the school. Everyone is scared of him. Including you.

Since you two were in the same class, you had always tend to admire him from afar. At first, you didn't have a good opinion on him, seeing how he's always so violent, and temperamental that even a tiny spark could set him off. But he wasn't really a bully. Well, he was, but he doesn't bully the weak. At least from what you observed. You had saw him beating up a bully and stealing 500 won from them (you wondered why only 500, but oh well) and maybe from that point on, you started to 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 pay attention to him. And slowly, your opinion of him changed, little by little.

To you, he was like the sun. Bright and beautiful to look at. But if you get too close, you'll die.

So if you were so scared of the man, what were you doing here on the rooftop, confessing to him??

Well it all started when you confied with your best friend. You had told her of your uncontrollable crush.

"I tried to stop this... This... Feeling, but i just can't! I don't know what's wrong with me.. I shouldn't like him, he's wild, brash, and violent. But he just keeps pulling me in!"

Your friend listened intently, pondering something while chewing on her bubble gum.

"Then... Why don't just confess to him?"

You snapped your head towards her.

"What!? Are you insane??"

You friend continued on, unbothered and uninterested.

"Well, maybe if he rejected you, you'll start to lose feelings for him?"

You were dumbfounded. Bewildered even. You thought, 'wow that was the most silliest thing I've ever heard. But then you started to 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 think about it.... Huh. Actually, it wasn't such a bad idea.

Well, there was no way he would actually accept your confession right? The two of you had never interacted before. Not even once. And the possibility of him accepting the confession because of your looks would also be zero. Not because you were super ugly, (you thought you looked pretty average) but because he doesn't seem to be the type of person to be fixated on a person's look. Of course, you might be absolutely wrong, seeing as you've never spoken to him before, but you felt that he was just that kind of person.

So just like that, operation 'getting rejected so that you can move on from this stupid crush' is a go!

And now, back to the present. You clench both of your knuckles hard enough that they were turning white. You cursed at yourself for shaking. How pathetic can you be to shake in front of someone your age?

You braced yourself for the harshness of rejection. Imagining, and hearing it are two very different thing. Millions of response from him ran through your head. Millions of ways that he could reject you. Except, you were wrong. Oh, so, wrong.

"Sure, why not."

"I understand, I— excuse me?"

You blinked back at him, you eyes almost popping out of their sockets. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Did he just agree to date you?

"Sorry, but um, i asked you to date me.."

"Yeah, and i said sure. Are you deaf, or are you fucking with me?"

"Ah, sorry! I just couldn't believe what i was hearing.."

And you still couldn't. Are you sure you got the right person? Because the Seong Taehoon you knew, would not agree to your proposal. Once again you peek at him over the bangs of your hair. And scarily, he was already staring at you.

You quickly averted you gaze to the ground once more. Yup, it's him alright. But why?? This isn't how it was supposed to go! He was supposed to reject you and you two would go on your seperate way peacefully! Why was he making this so unnecessarily difficult for you?!

"So where are we going?"

"Huh?"

He sigh loudly through his nose, then stared at you with a piercing gaze that made you flinch.

"Do you seriously have a hearing problem?? You're taking me out on a date. Where the hell are we going?"

Whoops, all of your unnecessary thoughts made you forget about the bully in front of you. Quickly gathering your thoughts, you blurted out the first thing you thought of.

"The arcade!"

You didn't know if the answer would pleased him, but it was too late to take it back.

"Do you have 500 won?"

"Huh? Yes?"

"Meet me at the front gate after school."

While trying to comprehend what he just said, he had already made his way past you, going to his class Since lunch break was over.

The two of you shared a class, so you timidly followed behind him.

After a bit more of walking, the two of you finally arrived to class. He finally took notice of you going in the same class as him. He rose a brown.

"Aren't you going back to your class? What the hell are you doing here?"

"... This is my class."

".... Oh."

He wordlessly entered without giving you a second glance. That douchebag didn't even know you two were in the same class yet he accepted your confession? You found yourself already starting to lose feelings for him.

Oh boy, you were in for a ride. You hope that you'll at least be alive at the end of it.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐✰𖤐 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

[needtotouchsomegrass]

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧

All through high school you became friends with that shy guy who never seemed to be speaking to anyone. He wasn’t the sunshine kinda guy but had never bullied anyone or gotten into a fight. You spent time talking about books and music until he stopped showing up to school, disappeared without a trace. You didn’t think you’d see him again……..

„Let go of me“, you yell, squirming in attempt of freeing your hands. „Stop being such a brat and behave.“ „our boss might get mad if you don’t, silly girl“, they say tightening their grip on your arms.

Two men had captured you while out on a mission to fight wanderers. They wore nothing more than black suits and sunglasses. They didn’t smile nor did they talk a lot.

You try to remember each turn you take through the long halls in case of an escape.

We walk through a door, entering a room that looks impressive, made to be someone’s office. Someone really important.

You swallow as your eyes take in each detail of that fine designed piece. Wooden floor, staircase bookshelves filled with literature and one expensive looking table placed in front of that floor to ceiling window in the back. The sunlight illuminates it perfectly.

„Boss will be with you in short time“, one of the men says, both of them letting go of me, turning to leave.

„You better behave princess otherwise good luck“. They laugh, voices disappearing in the distance as they walk away.

You sigh. What the hell is this day? Did you piss someone off ?

You walk around the room, taking in its beauty once again.

„It seems you’re feeling quite comfortable“, a deep male voice snaps from behind you, making you freeze on the spot.

You know this voice.

You turn meeting a pair of dark eyes looking back at you. A smug expression on his face.

He’s grown taller and stronger yet you can still make out the little scar above his eyebrow, he said he had gotten from a dog bite. It’s him. No doubt.

You swallow as he approaches you, his entire appearance making him look so incredibly intimidating. His white, silver hair with his suit and dark eyes.

He stops only a mere inches away from you, eyes hovering over you.

„My precious little aether core….. seems like we finally caught you“, a smirk dances across his face.

You avoid his eyes, not sure wether you should laugh or cry about this messed up situation.

Both of you had been planing on becoming hunters together until he disappeared from the surface.

He lifts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s wrong little - “, he trails off eyes widening for a second as if his brain is trying to process certain information.

“It - it can’t be you, can it?” His voice is soft, his hand caressing your cheek.

He seems to remember you, even though you must admit that you’ve changed a lot. You’re not that silly little teenage girl anymore, who’s embarrassed about her braces and glasses.

“Sylus….”, you whisper not sure whether you should say something or not.

His brows furrow a sad expression growing on his well-sculpted face.

“God damnit y/n….how the hell did we fuck up this bad”, he seems sincerely frustrated.

He pulls away getting some distance between the two of you, whispering to himself, looking like a total maniac, while trying to calm his mind.

Your heart hammers in your chest.

How did it get to this point? When did he - how did he - what is he up to?

A dark chuckle pulls you back to reality.

“How unfortunate for you to be standing here in front of me. That wonderful core being part of your heart……”, a strange smile appears on his before they turn into a straight line, “…ugh fuck man…”, he falls back into his chair face buried in his now scarred hands.

You step forward, wanting to close the distance - after all these years - between you.

He looks up the second you approach him.

“What… what happened to you”, you say trying to stay as calm as you possibly can. A bunch of emotions flooding your mind.

“You disappeared from one day to another without a single trace, ” “Y/n I -,” “No, Sylus! Let me tell you, I was worried sick and thought you got killed or god knows what ?!! We were friends and you know I did care about you compared to all the others in class. And yet you chose to leave. Leaving me with nothing”, you yell, heart pumping in your chest.

You can’t keep your calm anymore. This was too much. Who the hell does he think he is?? I put effort into our friendship and he repaid me like this?

He’s been your friend. Friends don’t just vanish.

Tears form in your eyes.

“Y/n I -“, he sighs “I had no choice.”

You grunt shaking your head.

“Theres always a choice”, you say through gritted teeth.

Men. Make you feel special, then leave without giving you a damn warning.

“I knew you were special the second I met you. I’ve been hoping and praying to god that I was wrong. That you weren’t gonna end up here”, he gets up from his chair, his voice soft and calm “even today, when they told me they had found the core, I was begging for you to be someone else.”

His eyes meet yours.

“You gotta believe me y/n. If I hadn’t disappeared back then, they would’ve caught you a long time ago.”

He takes your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

“You gotta believe me……I’m sorry.”

You make an attempt at pulling your hand away, only for his grip to tighten on you, pulling you close to his chest.

„Y/n you just have to believe me. I - I didn’t mean to hurt you and all I did was to keep you safe.“

He wipes a tear from your cheek.

„But you’re going to do it now, right?“

You look away not able to stand his gaze on you.

He swallows.

„I fear I’ll have to do so“, his voice is quiet and monotone.

The two of you stay like this for a little, until he breaks the silence:

„Im the boss here though , I might be able to make an exception for now“, a smirk grows on his face.

His hand slides around your waist, pulling you even closer.

„Only if you’ll cooperate of course“, he whispers into your ear, having you feel his hot breath on your skin.

You shiver not sure whether this is good or just really bad.

~ the end ~

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𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ♡

[misseviehyde]

BRAT PACK

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Mia Green was rich, pretty, popular and feared. She hadn't always been, but she was now and she had no intention of ever going back to her humble beginnings. From her expensive manicured fingernails, up to her perfect hair and down to her pedicured toes - she was every inch a bitch.

Bitches like her weren't supposed to end up with their hands and legs tied up in their own bedrooms after being ambushed by some fucking nobody nerd. This wasn't part of the plan.

"You ready to lose everything bitch?" smiled Violet as she watched Mia fight helplessly against the ropes keeping her tied. Pulling out a cigarette lighter, she clicked it to show the flame worked and with a satisfied smirk picked up an innocent looking hip pack from the bed.

She'd thought she'd be scared and terrified of this situation, but Violet was excited to finally get into the room of her hated enemy and destroy the source of her powers. Mia meanwhile was the terrifed one, she was about to lose EVERYTHING.

Violet brought the flame close to the hip pack. "Now we'll see what happens when I destroy this. Prepare to lose it all."

Violet and Mia had once been amazing friends - soulmates even - but then Mia had been corrupted and transformed into an evil, bullying, popular girl by the innocent looking hip back Violet now held.

The Brat Pack would corrupt you into a popilar girl then give it's wearer whatever they desired. Once buckled round your waist it would transform you and then the contents of the bag would always be exactly what you needed to become meaner, more spoiled and more evil.

For Mia that had been expensive makeup that had turned her even naughtier, a credit card that had made her rich, keys to a convertible... the Brat pack always gave her what she needed.

Some items from the pack were not even directly for her use, such as the extra large condoms that had transformed a boy in her year into a hunky black guy with a massive dick. She did so like a big cock in her tight pussy and corrupting other people had trned out to be fun too. Once the items had been used, reality would change to accomodate and over time Mia had warped the school to reflect her twisted whims.

Now Violet was going to destroy it all.

"Wait," she gasped - using her most commanding tone and causing Violet to stop inchs from burning the Brat Pack. "If you do that, I might die! You have to turn me back to normal first or the effect would be too much."

Violet peered at her suspiciously - but there was only pleading and fear in Mia's eyes. What was she up to?

Mia knew she had lost. What she was telling Violet was of course a lie. Destroying the Brat Pack would probably just turn everything back to normal and once it was done, there would never be any chance of being rich, pretty and popular ever again.

She didn't want to live in a world where there was no chance of ever getting this power back. She didn't want to see the Brat Pack destroyed. Her only chance now was to corrupt Violet. To trick her old friend into putting on the Brat Pack and becoming the new Alpha bitch.

It was gonna suck to lose all her power and watch Violet take her place, but maybe... maybe she could convince Violet to make her one of her clique. Once Violet was evil, she might reward Mia for helping her to ascend.

And maybe... one day when Violet's guard was down, Mia would get the Brat Pack back and become the top Alpha Bitch again.

It was better than watching this stupid goody goody destroy the Brat Pack entirely.

"You need to put it on, then inside you'll find a way to turn me back to normal. If you only wear it for a few moments, it won't have time to fully corrupt you - trust me. Why would I lie to you about this?"

Violet looked at her suspiciously, but also with a conflicted concern in her eyes.

"Please Violet, I don't want to die. Please help me, I want to be good again, I want to be your friend."

"Okay... I'll do it, just for a moment. But this better not be some sort of trick. There's no way out of this for you."

Putting down the lighter, she reluctantly took the Brat Pack, slid it around her waist and clicked it shut.

Pink magical flames burst into life around Violet. She gasped and groaned as the pack instantly transformed her physical body. "Ohhh fuckkkk that feel's mmmmh, so good!"

Violet's hands went to her chest and she moaned wetly as her once tiny non-existent tits ballooned out and her white blouse became a plunging white halter-top that showed off miles of her now smooth tanned flesh and rounded boobs.

Her top rose up, sitting just underneath her now jutting tits as bitchy manicured nails shot from her fingers and her hips pushed out to give her an even more feminine body shape.

Her once flat ass swelled and popped out as her jeans shrunk and transformed into a tiny plaid mini skirt that barely covered anything. Her glasses melted away as her face became even prettier and more feminine, coated in expensive makeup and with a perpetual smirk or pout depending on her mood.

Long silky hair swished effortlessly around her shoulders and Violet touched it in wonder. Every inch of her was now more feminine, more beautiful, more... perfect.

She felt full of confidence, arrogance, power. She felt like a spoiled bitch.

On the bed Mia had also changed.

The packs power had transfered fully over to Violet and now as she looked at the pathetic cringing nerd tied up in front of her, Violet couldn't help but feel her pretty lips twist into a sneer of contempt. What a fucking loser.

"Well, well, well," she heard herself say. "Looks like you're back to normal anyway Mia. Why the fuck did you have me put this on? Now I'm going to destroy it and you'll have lost everything."

"Why destroy it?" whimpered Mia. "You have the power now Violet. Doesn't it feel good? Look around. This room is yours now. The pictures have all changed to you and YOUR popular friends."

Violet looked round in amazement and saw Mia wasn't lying. There on a shelf of cheerleading trophies was a picture of the squad winning the best cheer award for the sixth year in a row - and in the front the head cheerleader was now Violet herself grinning and holding the trophy aloft.

"All this is yours now... Goddess," whimpered Mia pathetically.

Sliding her hands under her tits and causing them to push out more, Violet leaned over Mia and enjoyed the look of fear in the other girls eyes. "What did you call me maggot?"

"I called you Goddess, because you are one now. You have it all. My former beauty, my status, my wealth. That convertible outside on the drive is now YOUR car. Have a look inside the Brat Pack and see."

Violet suspiciously opened the pack and pulled out a driver I.D. "Car? But I don't even know how to drive. I..."

Violet had not learned to drive yet, but as she held the I.D in her hand she groaned and felt new knowledge and certainity flow into her. Of course she knew how to drive, of course she owned a convertible. She loved taking her squad shopping to the mall in it. She reached into the Brat pack and pulled out her keys. Yes - perfect. Violet looked down at the Brat Pack and a smiled flitted over her face. This thing would give her whatever she now desired. This was pretty fucking cool.

Mia watched quietly as she saw Violet's body language changing by the second. Her plan was working. Violet was accepting the evil and being corrupted. She now walked like an Alpha Bitch and was clearly enjoying the feeling of being hot and sexy. She just had to convince Violet to make her one of her squad.

"All this is yours Violet. The sexy clothes, the shoes, the hot lingerie. You're the Alpha Bitch now and I will willingly serve you and help you have more power. Make me one of your squad and I'll be your guide."

Violet looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so fucking beautiful and she felt so powerful. She was no longer a shy nerd, she was now a mean spoiled bitch.

She imagined being the centre of attention, having everything she wanted. She imagined being pampered and spoiled every day. She imagined a big black cock in her mouth, in her tight pussy.

"Noooo, what's happening to me? I have to resist. I have to take this pack off."

Violet realised she was losing herself. She had come here today to stop Mia and destroy this evil thing, she had to get it off and set things right. Her fingers went to the catch.

"NO! Don't do it Violet," urged Mia from the bed. "Let the evil flow into you. Let your soul turn black and every inch of you become a spoiled fucking brat. You'll love how it feels to be a bully, to have everyone obey you. That tight pussy of yours will feel so good wrapped tight around a pistoning black cock. You'll cum so hard you'll squirt. Don't you wanna know how that feels? Don't you wanna be a bad girl?"

"Noooo I'm good, I'm not like you," gasped Violet struggling to control herself.

"You're not good Violet, you're a fucking bitch. You're a cruel, jealous, spiteful little popular whore. Say it!" desperately urged Mia.

"I'm... I'm a little popular whore. I'm a fucking bitch," groaned Violet wetly as she began to touch her improved body. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes were bright. Her hands were now away from the brat pack on on herself.

"Yessss, I'm a fucking bitch. I love bullying others and being mean and evil. Ohhhh GOD! It feels so good to say it," laughed Violet throwing her head back.

"That's right," grinned Mia in glee. "You're going to be even more evil than I was. Just imagine all the naughty, cruel, depraved things you'll do as a popular bitch."

"Mmmmh, I don't HAVE to imagine. I can HAVE it all," Violet excitedly whispered. "Yessss, YES! This feels right, this feels good. I'm the Mistress of the Brat Pack now. This power is all mine."

Violet squeezed her tits and screamed pleasurably as she felt her pussy throb in response. Being mean, being bad turned her on. It made her fucking DRIP.

Turning on her heels, she strutted across the room and stretched her perfect body out, feeling the pull of her perfect young muscles. "I understand it now. I'm fucking perfect... I AM a Goddess."

In the space of a few minutes Violet had gone from an innocent girl into a mean, manipulative, spoiled brat. Dark and twisted thoughts flowed through her mind, turning her on and exciting her in equal measure.

The possibilities of the Brat Pack and the mean selfish things she could do with the power, were incredible. Her lips curved into a cruel dominant smile. She tossed her silky hair back and looked down at the nerd on the bed in front of her.

All that remained now was to decide what to do with this human garbage.

Violet looked down at Mia and now she could see the other girls thoughts written large on her face. Mia had a calculating look in her eyes, she obviously thought she was achieving some advantage by tricking Violet into wearing the pack and being corrupted.

God, this loser was so transparent it was almost painful.

"Haha, you fucking loser. I see your plan now. You wanted me to become corrupted so I would keep the Brat Pack and not destroy it. Perhaps you thought you might be able to one day get it back or perhaps I'd elevate you to serve as one of my clique as a reward. But I have a better idea."

Rummaging in her hip pack, Violet purred happily as a shiny male chastity cage came out alongside a padlock and a key on a necklace.

Sliding the key around her neck, she strutted over to the confused Mia.

"You know far too much about the Brat Pack and it's power Mia. I can't risk that you'll ever try to take it back. I can't suffer a rival. As Mia you are a threat - but as Mylon you'll be nothing more than my braindead little simp."

Pulling down Mia's jeans, Violet held the cage out expectantly in front of her friends pussy. Mia gasped in horror as with a strange tingling - her clit began to swell and grow and she groaned and shook as her body changed.

Her small boobs shrank away and her bones cracked and shifted. A tiny pathetic penis pushed out of her groin - and with a giggle of glee Violet snapped the cage around it and clicked the padlock in place.

Mia shook as the changes accelerated. Her mind went foggy and she tried to hold onto who she was and what had happened, but it was hopeless.

Groaning, Mylon opened his eyes and looked confusedly around the bedroom of his Goddess. His tiny caged dick was throbbing with urgency. How had he got here.

"Get on the floor and lick my boots loser," growled Violet and Mylon gulped and threw himself down. Licking and kissing Violet's purple boots he whimpered as she laughed at him.

"Oh my God, you're even more pathetic that I could have imagined. This is totally what you deserve. You can be my sad little simp - trapped permanently in chastity and the friend-zone, never knowing what you lost and what you once had."

Adjusting the pack around her waist, Violet unclipped it and walking to her wardrobe opened the door. At the back was a safe and she carefully put in a code and then locked the Brat Pack safely away where only she could use it.

The changes remained - unless someone else put on the pack, the power would remain hers. She was going to be a lot more careful not to lose it like Mia had.

"Stop grovelling and run home loser. I want all my homework done by the end of tonight."

Violet grinned as she watched her simp willingly comply with her orders. The thrill of power, the thrill of being a bitch. These things were new to her, but she couldn't wait to explore them further.

It felt so good to be a brat, and there was no going back.

Later that night as she sucked one giant blak cock and felt another go deeper and deeper inside her perfect pussy, she wondered if Mylon would even remember how good being a bitch had felt in his dreams.

She hoped so... but then again, who gave a fuck?

THE END

[rekino2114]

Yello! This is a revamped version of the students meeting male reader stronger than Fem Gojo.

It's the goodwill event arc and the teachers are all bickering (it started from Fem Gojo teasing utahime). Then a voice interrupts them all.

"Can you all act more professional.... You're embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids...."

The teachers immediately shut up, recognising the voice and look towards the source of it. The students did the same as their teachers.

They all saw a man who looks sleep deprived with messy shoulder length hair and wearing an oversized black tracksuit, hiding his muscular physique.

You walked over to them with a slight hunch on your back.

"a-ah... Y/N... I didn't expect to see you...." Utahime says nervously.

Now the students are wondering, why is that man able to set all the teachers on edge.

"My love! You actually came!" Fem Gojo latches onto male reader, peppering his face with kisses.

"WHATTT! THATS YOU'RE BOYFRIEND!!!" Fem gojo's students shout.

(you could write about the students reaction or what not :) )

Fem. Gojo introducing you to her students

(Fem gojo x male reader stronger than her part 2)

A/n: Thanks for the request. tbh i had a lot of fun writing this. This might be one of my favorite AUs to write for. Also I don't know if I mentioned this before but for all of the fem. Gojo posts I'll do, his name will be changed to satori gojo

Part 1 is here

"Geez utahime you can't even handle a bit of teasing, it's not my fault you're so weak"

"You call this straight-up bullying teasing?"

"What about it? Are you crying?"

"...Not again"

"How long has this been going on for?"

"I dunno an hour I think?"

The students continued to whisper to each other as gojo threw insults at the Kyoto school teacher, as much as they hated this no one disrupted the situation in hope of not becoming the next target of gojo's teasing.

"Can you all act more professional, you're embarrassing yourself in front of the kids"

Everyone turned towards the tired sounding voice and saw a man with bags under his eyes and messy hair. At his sight the adults in the room stayed silent in respect and a bit of fear until utahime broke the silence

"I-i didn't expect to see you here y/n"

"Who is this guy? he must be important"

"No idea, he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks"

"Can you two shut up"

The first years hushed convention was interrupted by their teacher running up to you and wrapping her arms around you

"My love, you actually came!"

"I was taking a nap downstairs. You woke me up"

"Oh I'm so sorry darling, you know how utahime gets"

"Wait a minute did gojo-sensei just call him.."

"My love? Does that mean...."

"THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!!!"

"Oh, that's right, you haven't met him yet. I introduce to you all: the strongest sorcerer of this era a.k.a. my super-awesome boyfriend:y/n l/n"

".......hi...."

"This guy is the strongest?"

"Of course, didn't I tell you? The only person who could be stronger than me is my boyfriend"

"No offense but....you look like dirt, when's the last time you slept?"

"Don't listen to her babe, she's just jealous I got a boyfriend before her, you're as handsome as always"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS"

"it's nice to meet you, l/n-sensei. I'm yuji itadori"

"Itadori? Oh, you're sukuna's vessel, aren't you? Satori told me about you"

"Yep, are you really stronger than gojo? I've seen what she can do and it seems hard that someone could top that"

"Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong, satori is extremely powerful. Her infinity and six eyes are nothing to take lightly...... but I'm stronger"

"Really?"

"I can confirm everything my love says, you know that weed I hollow purple'd yesterday?"

"The one me and todo fought?"

"Yep, well if y/n was there.....that curse would be history by now"

"Wow....he must be really strong"

"A curse you fought survived a hollow purple? That's not something you hear every day"

"It wasn't really a fight, plus the only reason it survived is because it barely dodged the hit. Don't worry if I see it again it won't end well for that asparagus"

"I hope to see it then, you know how much I love seeing you fight"

"Awww, the same goes for me, baby. I love seeing you absolutely destroy those curses"

You and the blindfolded woman kissed each other passionately as everyone else in the room slightly cringed at how lovey-dovey you were being

"Can you two get a room?"

You turned towards the voice just to see a familiar black haired boy that stayed mostly silent this whole time

"Oh. Hi megumi"

"Wait a minute, megumi, you know him?

"Yeah, him and gojo kinda raised me since I was little"

"......WHAAAAAAAAAAT?"

"Megumi's right, he's like our own son"

"Don't push it"

"YOU WERE RAISED BY THE 2 STRONGEST SORCERERS AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?"

"YEAH, YOU'RE WAY TOO SECRETIVE FUSHIGURO, WHAT ELSE ARE YOU HIDING?"

You looked at the first years arguing and smiled slightly, remembering the days when you and satori were students too, but you got pulled out of your thoughts by your girlfriend wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"Sooooo I was thinking we should do a baseball match for this year's exchange event"

"Don't we usually do individual fights?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to change it up. Would you be so kind as to vote with me?"

"Yeah, sure, baseball sounds fun"

"Thank you handsome~. How about we go for dessert as thanks? There's this new bakery that opened up. Their cheesecake is to die for"

"That sounds amazing satori, I love you"

"Love you too so so much"

You two kissed again, after which the infinity user held your hand and started to walk away

"Wait, gojo, we need to discuss more things before you-

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? I can't hear you yaga,me and y/n are going out. Text me later if it's super important k?"

As you two walked out of the building, the others in the room sighed heavily

"How does he put up with her?"

"No idea"

[crystlizabeth]

The Riley household dealing with a complication at school.

The girls are about 7-8! All children are oc!

Just watch this video https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT89KHjBj/

Simon and you having to talk to Sa’diya and Zhuri because Diya has been getting bullied and Zhuri is not having it but her sister won’t tell her the girls name. Now you sit in the living room in front of the two girls your oldest son watching from the side, laughing her and there not helping the situation.

“Zhuri you don’t need to be fighting nobody.” You spoke to your daughter.

“What is it?” Zhuri asked speaking over her mother as well as ignoring her. Sa’diya sitting next to her looking as her mom with teary eyes Simon sitting on the table as he watch you with the girls.

“Zhuri love, look at me.” Simon spoke trying to get her out of Diyas face.

Zhuri side-eyed her father looking straight back as her twin, “Sy what is her name.” Zhuris tone stern.

The look Simon received caused Elijah to laugh covering his mouth when his parent looked at their 15 year old. “What Z is standing on business.”

You signed “mmhm I know but if she fights one more little girl the have to change schools.” You whipped your face.

“The all deserved it though mama, they’re lil brats.” ‘Lijah spoke his arms falling over his chest.

“Listen Diya nobody should bully you like, you’re such a smart girl beautiful girl baby, don’t let those lil shits words get to your head.” You spoke looking at her, he giving you a small nod.

Simon though Zhuri had ever right to act like this somebody was billing her sister as she wasn’t standing for it. Sa’diya was never good with words or ever felt like she could speak up despite how you and him were raising the girls. So Zhuri did it for her.

“What is her name!”

“Zhuri you cant be in her face like that love.” You spoke, Diyas teary eyes looking at her sister.

“She won’t tell me her name.” Zhuri mumbling sitting forward now out of her face, her dark eyes never met yours, only glanced at Simon.

“Why do you wanna know her name love?” Simon asked.

The little girl didn’t answer him, let’s just say it was a long night thw though the would have to discuss it the next day again. But when Simon got a call from the school that he need to come pick up his daughters because of an incident.

Now here we are on the couch again Zhuri with a little smile on her face kicking her feet, she was pleased with herself. Diya was also smiling.

“Okay tell your mum what happened.” Simon said standing next to you his hand on your waist. He could feel your stress poor out of your pours.

“You’re not in trouble Zhuri, what happened.” You spoke.

“Umm well, I tried not to tell Ari that girl name, but she found out and went over to that girl, and she went over and caped her..” Sa’diya spoke, “she told her ‘don’t you touch my sister no more.’” She finished.

Zhuri from the side of her speaking up “And I would do it again!” She said a fat grin on her face.

You couldn’t help but giggle “Zhuri okay.. oh my god.. what was the lil girls name.” You chuckled, the two boy around you laughing.

“Stormy, and I made sure to show her the true storm.”

“Girl bye. You showed her the storm.” You laughed.

“Mmhm.. so dose this mean I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.” She asked. You looked at your husband leaving this part to him because you couldn’t be serious with her right now after what she said.

“No, but you still are doing school work at home.” Simon spoke earning a groan from her.

“Looks like you’ll be going to school with Aliyah,” he spoke.

“YAY! and we’ll get to see uncle Johnny more too!”

Simon chuckled taking the girls in his arms when the came over to him. He never taught them to resorted to violence but he never opposed to it and Zhuri was a fighter and a girl who hated seeing the people she loved be brought down, so he might have told Zhuri this was an exception.



[xjulixred45x]

In the crossover between Dead Plate and My Child Lebensborn, what measures would Rody and Vince take with the Professor Solheim matter? What legal (and illegal) means would they take against him?

TW: MENTION/IMPLICATION OF CSA, PTSD ON CHILDREN, MURDER, ETC.

Ow man...

First of all, I don't think that either Vince or Rody would go unnoticed by the changes in attitude in their respective children, but definitely at the beginning they thought it was because of the Bullying issue than anything else (although they knew about Professor Solheim thanks to the bad guys). moments they put the kids through before this, you can tell they hated it before).

Surprisingly I think Rody might be the first to think that something is wrong with Klaus at school. Rody is much more trustworthy than Vince, so it wouldn't be strange if out of the blue Klaus tells Rody that he doesn't want to go to school or that he doesn't specifically want to go to Professor Solheim's classes.

Rody finds it strange at first, but soon realizes that Klaus wouldn't ask to skip school if something really bad was going on (not just bullying). this + when Klaus starts having clear PTSD episodes, make Rody not let Klaus go to school and have a serious talk with him.

When does Rody find out? God, he's devastated to hear Klaus telling him what happened and repeating that it's not his fault and he's right! It's not Klaus' fault. Rody focuses on comforting his little brother and letting him know that he shouldn't hide things like that, that he loves him and is sorry he couldn't prevent this, etc. In general, both of them crying together for a long time.

As for the actions Rody would take against Solheim, it's canon that he would hide a body for Manon, so I can see him going to kick Solheim's ass and even threatening him to never go near Klaus again. and this guy is STRONG (canonically he could break your arm by ACCIDENT, imagine what he could do on purpose), so he won't be satisfied unless Solheim has at least 5 broken bones.

(I can't go into much detail about the legality because Rody is broke bad, but maybe he could convince the other parents to file a class action lawsuit, also being the 60s I don't think Rody would want to put Klaus in that situation or re-traumatize him, SO i think that's all that he would do, not because he wants to, but bc it's all he can do).

Vincent, on the other hand, would take longer to notice the warning signs, since while he is observant, he is also constantly busy during the events of the game, so probably the closest thing he would have to a direct signal would be a of Karin's nannies said that she is acting strange.

and Vince begins to notice these more abrupt changes, how Karin is now more reserved and even rude, how she almost doesn't talk to him anymore (it would take an EMBARRASSING amount of time), etc.

although the definitive warning sign for Vince would be 1) that Karin doesn't want to be bathed and 2) that she doesn't even want to eat. He knows that SOMETHING happened and that Karin is too traumatized to say it, but she is giving him quite direct signals, which leads him to realize what happened, horrified.

Vince is definitely more clumsy when it comes to comforting Karin, but he doesn't lack desire. He mainly tries to comfort her by giving her her favorite foods and giving her a free pass to do whatever she wants (skip school, eat outside food, etc.). and even trying to be more physically affectionate (mainly giving her more hugs, this experience definitely made him realize how much he misses that side of Karin).

As for Solheim...he will be lucky if Vince decides to take the LEGAL route (if that were the case, Solheim would never come out of it, since with how well-known Vince is, public opinion would definitely DESTROY Solheim if Vince don't do it first). Vince tends to be erratic at times like this, so it would be very easy for him to get rid of Solheim PERMANENTLY, it's better that way, he wouldn't have to worry about it hurting Karin anymore.

I think Vincent would feel more guilty than he lets on, precisely because Karin doesn't even feel comfortable telling him what exactly happened (she probably explains it with drawings) and would try to improve his pedagogical skills based on this.

Rody is really just doing his best and still doesn't feel like enough, plus he's probably going to dump all this guilt and bad feelings on Solheim (with a good beating), and ressure Klaus about that 1) it's not His fault and 2) he loves him nonetheless.

Mind you, I don't think either of them will let Karin/Klaus go to school anytime soon, good luck with that.

In general, they both react differently, but they will do ANYTHING to get Solheim out of the picture and give the kids peace/closure.

BONUS: MANON

She would definitely be the one who found out first! (whether being with Rody or babysitting for Vince), she has both Rody's sweetness and Vince's questionable methods (time to make Rody hide the body...)

____

(ESPAÑOL)

TW: MENCION/IMPLICACION DE ABU$O SEXUAL INFANTIL, TEPT EN NIÑOS, ASESINATO, ETC.

Hombre....

primero que nada, no creo que ni Vince ni Rody pasarian por desapercibido los cambios de actitud en sus respectivos niños, pero definitivamente al principio pensaban que era por la cuestion del Bullying que por otra cosa(aunque ellos sabian del profesor Solheim gracias a los malos momentos que hicieron pasar a los niños antes de esto, puedes decir que lo odiaban desde antes).

Sorprendentemente creo que Rody podria ser el primero en pensar que algo anda mal con Klaus en la escuela. Rody da mucha mas confianza que Vince, por lo que no seria raro si de la nada Klaus le dice a Rody que no quiere ir a la escuela o que puntualmente no quiere ir a las clases del profesor Solheim.

Rody lo encuentra raro al principio, pero pronto se da cuenta de que Klaus no pediria faltar a la escuela si realmente algo malo estuviera pasando(no solo el Bullying). esto + cuando Klaus empieza a tener episodios claros de PTSD, hacen que Rody no deje que Klaus vaya a la escuela y tenga una charla seria con el.

¿cuando Rody se entera? dios, esta destrozado de escuchar a Klaus decirle lo que paso y repitiendo que no es su culpa ¡y tiene razon! no es culpa de Klaus. Rody se centra en consolar a su hermanito y hacerle saber que no debe ocultar ese tipo de cosas, que lo ama y lamenta no haber podido evitar esto, etc. en general ambos llorando juntos un buen rato.

en cuanto a las acciones que tomaria Rody en contra de Solheim, es canon que el ocultaria un cuerpo por Manon, asi que puedo verlo llendo a patearle el trasero a Solheim e incluso amenazandole con no acercarse a Klaus nunca mas. y este sujeto es FUERTE(canónicamente podria romperte el brazo por ACCIDENTE, imagínate lo que podria hacer adrede), asi que no estara sarisfecho a menos que Solheim tenga 5 huesos rotos, por lo menos.

(no puedo profundizar mucho en lo legal porque Rody esta en quiebra, pero talvez podria convencer a los demas padres para presentar una demanda colectiva, igualmente siendo los 60s no creo que Rody quisiera poner a Klaus en esa situación o re-traumatizarlo).

Vincent, por otro lado, tardaria mas en darse cuenta de las señales de alerta, ya que si bien es observador, tambien esta constantemente ocupado durante los eventos del juego, por lo que probablemente lo mas cercano que tendria a una señal directa seria que una de las nannys de Karin dijera que ella esta actuando extraño.

y Vince empieza a notar estos cambios mas bruscos, el como Karin ahora es mas reservada e incluso grosera, el como casi ya no le habla(le tomaria una cantidad VERGONZOSA de tiempo), etc.

aunque la señal de alerta definitiva para Vince seria el 1) el que Karin no quiere que la bañen y 2) que ella nisiquiera quiera comer. el sabe que ALGO paso y que Karin esta muy traumada para decirlo, pero le esta dando señales bastante directas, lo que lleva a que se de cuenta de lo que paso, horrorizado.

Vince es definitivamente mas torpe a la hora de consolar a Karin, pero no le faltan ganas. principalmente trata de reconfortarla dandole sus comidas favoritas y dandole pase libre para hacer lo que quiera(faltar a la escuela, comer comida de afuera, etc). e incluso tratando de ser mas afectivo físicamente (dandole mas abrazos principalmente, esta experiencia definitivamente le hizo darse cuenta de lo mucho que extraña ese lado de Karin).

en cuanto a Solheim...tendra suerte si es que Vince decide tomar la ruta LEGAL(si fuera asi, Solheim no saldria nunca, ya que con lo conocido que es Vince, definitivamente la opinión pública DESTRUIRIA a Solheim). Vince tiende a ser erratico en momentos como este, por lo que seria muy facil para el deshacerse de Solheim PERMANENTE, es mejor asi, no tendria que preocuparse de que le haga daño a Karin nunca mas.

creo que Vincent se sentiria mas culpable de lo que deja ver, justamente porque Karin nisiquiera se siente comoda diciendole que fue lo que paso exactamente (probablemente lo explique por dibujos) y trataría de mejorar sus habilidades pedagógicas apartir de esto.

Rody realmente solo esta haciendo todo lo que puede y aun asi no se siente suficiente, aparte de que es probable de que vuelque toda esta culpa y malos sentimientos en Solheim (con una buena paliza).

eso si, no creo que ninguno de los dos deje que Karin/Klaus vayan a la escuela en un BUEEEEN tiempo, buena suerte con eso.

en general, ambos reaccionan de forma diferente, pero haran LO QUE SEA para sacar a Solheim de la foto y darle paz/cierre a los niños.

BONUS: MANON

¡definitivamente seria la que se entero primero!(ya sea estando con Rody o siendo niñera para Vince), tiene tanto la dulzura de Rody como los metodos cuestionables de Vince(hora de hacer que Rody oculte el cuerpo...)

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